On the streets of Los Angeles, a black dad with his child stood outside a store cupboard.

Mike handed the hot dog he just bought to his son, and saw his son's yearning for the Avengers toys in the cupboard.

"In a few months, you will have your birthday, who do you like best?"

Mike said to his son with a smile.

"no need."

The son said sensibly, but still reluctant to give up the brand new doll toy.

Mike leaned down and looked at his little son.

"Daddy is tight now, but I will find a job soon. I am very confident not to return to the factory. My father, what are we?"

"Team." Little Ace said.

Mike said gently and with a smile

"Yes, then who do you want?"

next moment

'Boom! ! '

A huge explosion occurred in the tall building beside, huge fragments and fireworks poured out from the broken windows, and the pedestrians on the street became a mess.

Mike hugged his son and entrusted it to his friends.

"Ace, are you okay? Are you staying with Burnett, okay? Maybe someone is injured. I'll see if I need help."

Mike looked at the huge explosion behind him, and the kind-hearted man ran over worriedly.

Coming to the flame-filled downstairs, you can clearly hear a female voice crying for help from above.

Mike hesitated for a while, looked around, and after making sure that no one was there, he punched the wall with a punch, and most of his palm was directly stuck in.

The hard wall seemed like a piece of foam in front of him.

He used his hands and feet to hit holes on the wall and climbed up.

I found the trapped lady, hugged her and jumped directly from the third floor, stood firmly on the ground, and stepped on cracks.

There were many people around who were shooting with their mobile phones, and they happened to take this unusual picture all the way.

Mike glanced at a girl who approached curiously, pulled on his hood and hurried away.

Coulson got Ferry's order and began to select some people from S.H.I.E.L.D. to form his own special team to investigate the bombing case and the two secret organizations involved.

Centipede and high tide.

Hill gave Coleson some information about outstanding personnel for Coleson to choose.

Later, Hill found a tall, handsome, agile and vigorous Level 6 agent, Ward, and interviewed him.

It also recruited Fitz, a five-level agent who designed various high-tech weapons and physics experts.

And the fifth-level female agent, Simmons, who is proficient in biology, weapon research and development, and can act as an emergency doctor.

Both of them are top students who graduated from SHIELD Academy with the best grades. They have worked together for a long time and joined Coleson's team together.

There is also one of Coleson's former comrades in arms, a Chinese female, seventh-level agent, Melinda Mei (not Aunt Mei.)

Agent Ward followed Hill to Agent Colson.

In front of Colson, who had been declared dead, at least Ward thought so.

Agent Ward rejected Coleson's solicitation.

The reason is that he is a lone ranger who completes tasks alone and does not like teamwork.

With the document in his hand, Coleson looked at Ward with a smile, "I know you are not happy. Hill made a detailed assessment of your three most recent missions."

"Fighting, first-rate."

"Detective, she gave you the highest score since Romanov."

"Interpersonal skills, she drew it.. It looks like shit, with a knife stuck in it."

Ward came over in disbelief and looked at the file.

Hill on the side was also a little surprised, trying to explain, but stopped again.

"It means it's bad, right, given your family history, it's just 'bad'."

Coulson closed the file and smiled at Agent Ward and said, "But, I think you are very suitable. If I am wrong, you can go back and do it alone."

Ward looked at Coleson and hesitated.

A doctor with white hair walked over with a document.

"The team has been approved, and both have good physical fitness. Fitz and Simmons can't fight, but the top said that this is not a problem. Agent Ward has great physical fitness."

Ward pointed at this point and said, "This is the problem, maybe I can't join this team."

Hill looked at the file in his hand and said, "Oh my God, you can go now."

Ward listened and left.

Hill raised his head and handed the document to Coleson, "That's a porcupine, not a scum, it means he..."

Coulson reopened the file and said jokingly, "No, I'm pretty sure."

Hill was speechless.

"It's not just Ward, the people you want are not suitable."

"Anyway, it's all approved."

Coleson smiled and left.

The Georges just left the United States.

All American TV stations were suddenly covered, broadcasting a terrorist declaration collectively.

It is the terrorist organization Mandalin's dissatisfaction and threat to the US President.

That night, the President of the United States also responded.

"We pledge to fight terrorist attacks and invest the latest resources.

His real name is Colonel James Rhodes, and the people will soon call him, the Patriot of Steel. "

The War Machine armor painted in red, white and blue came out.

Many TV shows started to have heated discussions about the president's live broadcast, most of them mocking the discoloration of the War Machine armor.

In a restaurant, Tony and Rod, wearing burgundy transparent sunglasses, made an appointment to meet and eat here.

Just saw the show on TV.

"'I am a steel patriot', it's so bad."

Tony said with a deliberately thick voice.

"War Machine sounds too combative."

Tony also got serious. As Iron Man, he also wanted to solve this problem.

"What the **** is this mandalin? Tell me about this guy"

Tony took off his glasses, looked at Rod and asked.

Rod hesitated, "This is confidential, Tony, there have been nine explosions, and the public only knows about three. The problem is that we cannot identify the bomb because there is no bomb shell at the scene."

"You know I can help, just speak up." Tony looked at Rod and said.

"I have a lot of new things, like autonomous armor, bomb removal devices..."

"How long have you not slept well?"

Rod saw something wrong with Tony~www.mtlnovel.com~ and asked directly.

"Einstein only sleeps for three hours a year, what did he do?" Tony retorted.

"Everyone is worried about you, and I am worried about you too..."

Rhodes looked at Stark worriedly. As his friend for many years, he felt that Tony was a little abnormal now.

At this time, two children came over with a crayon drawing.

"Can you sign me?"

"No problem, what's your name?"

"Alan."

Tony put the painting on the table. The picture above was a picture of Iron Man dragging a nuclear bomb into the portal, followed by a golden light with open wings and two nuclear bombs behind him.

"The Pentagon was terrified. After the New York alien incident, the government needs to rebuild its image..."

Listening to Rhode keep bringing up the New York thing, the scene before him flew to the portal.

Tony's breathing became heavy immediately, his pupils were slightly enlarged, and his hands trembled.

Unconsciously write **** the crayon drawing, "Allen, helpme!"

Maybe he didn't even realize this action.

One hard in his hand broke the crayon in his hand.

Rod looked at Tony, who was panting, and asked quickly, "Tony, how are you?"

"I broke the crayon."

"Mr. Stark, are you okay?" the little girl beside asked also.

"Tony, relax, relax."

Tony trembled slightly.

The little boy on the side leaned over, "How did you escape? Where did the Golden Legend go?"

Tony Stark's heart rate suddenly became abnormal, clutching his chest, and walking out hurriedly in a panic.