S.H.I.E.L.D. was professional when it came to cleaning up the messes Arale made.
Or rather, the handful of tireless agents led by Coulson were professional.
Under the direction of a few seasoned hands, the rookie agents quickly recovered from their shock and got to work, sealing off the scene, evacuating the public, erasing memories...
Kraft had even kindly supplied the flash sticks they used to erase memories.
After all, they were cleaning up after Arale. It would have been unreasonable for Kraft not to lend some support.
Although Arale's awe-inspiring feat of uprooting a fountain had initially stunned the rookie agents, that was only because it contrasted so sharply with her adorable appearance.
A little girl with superhuman strength was hardly enough to amaze these well-traveled agents.
Quite a few rookies even scoffed inwardly, thinking their superiors were making a mountain out of a molehill.
Naturally, Coulson had no idea what his subordinates were saying about him behind his back. As usual, he hurried over to Arale and began diverting her attention.
"Little Arale, we meet again."
"Hoyoyo... it's the bald uncle! Hello!"
Seeing someone she knew, Arale casually tossed aside the fountain in her hands and gave Coulson an energetic greeting.
Coulson fought down the urge to move out of the line of fire of Arale's mouth. Forcing a smile, he asked a question he already knew the answer to. "Why are you all alone today? Where are your brother and sisters?"
"Hoyoyo?"
Arale looked around, then finally scratched her head as realization dawned.
"Hahahahaha! I lost Alice again!"
You mean you wandered away from Alice again!
Despite his fierce inward retort, Coulson wore an entirely different expression. "Really? Would you like me to help you find Alice?"
If Arale agreed, things would be simple. He could take her