Chapter 57: Captain America is about to wake up?

"Brother Raiden, I have discussed it with Sister Jane."

"They will move into our house today, you won't object, will you?"

As soon as Matilda entered the door, she immediately began to act like a baby.

Her voice was soft, and her eyeballs rolled around, obviously harboring malicious intentions.

In an instant, goose bumps all over Raiden's body arise.

The next moment, he immediately realized that there was a problem.

You know, since he brought her home, the number of times she called him brother is very small.

'Wait…'

Raiden suddenly realized something.

'Did I hear it right? Jane and the others are moving here?'

'What holiday is it today?'

'April Fool's Day?'

This is too ridiculous!

We've only known each other for a while, and they are not even his relatives.

His eyes were wide open, as he turned his head stiffly.

Only seeing Jane in front of him smiled embarrassedly.

Then she pointed at Matilda again, spreading her hands.

The meaning is self-evident.

Then he glanced at Mindy.

But Mindy blinked her big eyes.

With a hint of weirdness, and a hint of doubt.

Not to mention Darcy.

With dazed eyes, it seemed as if she didn't understand the situation.

It is estimated that she is like a puppet, being pulled around.

Raiden slowly looked away, and looked at Matilda again.

"Since you don't speak, that means you acquiesce!"

"The things are in the car outside, let's go first."

Matilda's brown eyeballs rolled around, before Raiden could speak, she immediately made a decision.

Looking at her hurried back, Raiden fell into deep thought.

"Is this the sequelae of the fusion of different worlds?"

As for whether the room is enough or not, it is completely out of consideration.

For comfort and lavishness, he bought a large villa with a swimming pool.

Not to mention five people, even doubling the number would not be a problem.

From this day on, four people inexplicably lived in the suburban villa.

…

Triskelion Headquarters.

Nick Fury sat at his desk with a solemn expression.

And in front of him stood several of his most capable subordinates.

"Director, is there any secret mission?"

Hawkeye caressed the red longbow, his eyes were full of love.

Since getting this bow, he never let it go.

Moreover, he can't wait to start a mission.

Only in this way can he better understand the charm of this bow.

On the other side, Natasha curled her mouth and embraced her chest.

"Can you stop doing that? Barton, your bow won't run away."

"Haha, Natasha, isn't it the same for you? You wear that suit all the time either."

Hawkeye continued to look at the longbow without raising his head and making a joke.

In his eyes, it seemed to be the only thing in the world.

"Director, why don't I have a share?"

Coulson looked at Nick Fury with resentment.

Feeling out of place here.

"Ahem, next time there will definitely be for you."

Nick Fury coughed and made a promise.

Then he turned his head to look at Natasha and said:

"Agent Romanov, there seems to be something wrong with our Iron Man."

"You go and arrange for a suitable female agent to approach him."

"Collect as much information as possible about him for later evaluation."

"Understood, Director."

Natasha responded softly, frowning slightly.

In fact, she is the most suitable person for this task.

But she has already exposed her identity, so someone else must do it.

After instructing Natasha, Fury took out a coin and held it tightly in his hand.

After silently saying a word in his heart, he threw it upward.

"Director, what are you doing?"

Coulson looked at all this suspiciously and asked in a low voice.

Fury didn't reply immediately, but just quietly looked at the spinning coins.

After it was face up, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Coulson, you and Agent Barton go and bring back our national hero."

"You should know how to use this."

He took out Captain Jack's compass, put it on the table and ordered.

"National Hero?"

Coulson frowned, picked up the compass and put it in his underwear pocket.

He wasn't sure who Fury was talking about.

In his memory, not many people seem to be qualified for this evaluation.

This has risen to the level of the country.

Whether it is merit or character, reputation must reach a very high level.

Even Iron Man, who has recently risen to fame.

It is far from meeting this standard.

"Of course it's our Captain America—Steve Rogers!"

"What!?"

All three were taken aback, apparently familiar with the name.

Coulson was especially the most excited.

After all, Captain America was his idol.

Even in his wallet, there is the other party's portrait.

Saying it bluntly.

If it wasn't for Captain America, he wouldn't have chosen to be an agent.

Fury wasn't surprised by their reaction.

His fingers tapped the table lightly, eyes deep and said,

"At this time, we need Captain America to lead the upcoming team."

"And, he's had enough sleep, hasn't he?"