You Will Return Like Lightning? Evenson was furious. Ecstatic? No, that wasn't right either. Tearful? That didn't seem right, either.
Forget it. Whenever you did not know what expression to make, just smile. "It has nothing to do with me."
Coulson's brow twitched when he heard that. I haven't even said anything yet. Why are you in such a hurry to clear your name? In his eyes, Evenson's guilty display was practically an unprompted confession.
But before Coulson could speak, Evenson grabbed his own hair and said helplessly, "They're the legitimate Eastern Roman kind. Just look at my blond hair—you should know I'm a pseudo-Roman with none of the three qualifications."
So that was what he meant by having nothing to do with it? Coulson curled his lip. That made sense. Evenson was the sort of Lord who would argue three points even when he had no grounds at all. How could he possibly blow his own cover on the spot before anyone had even said much?
"Still, it seems you were expecting a more formal answer." Just as Coulson relaxed, Evenson suddenly became deadly serious. Coulson and Melinda were both startled. After exchanging glances, they looked at Evenson. "What do you mean?"
"It's obvious." Evenson's face darkened. "After S.H.I.E.L.D. fell, I never contacted any of you again. I thought my attitude had been clear enough. Yet you suddenly rushed to force me out of hiding, saying you needed my help. But after I came, you handed me something like this. As everyone knows, computers are just game consoles and movie players to me. Forget breaking into and controlling a city's broadcasting system—I can't even redeem a few gift codes in a game. I might even need to pretend to be some kind of partner to get it done. Of