Hawkeye Clint·Barton's farm is quite secretive, and none of the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents know its exact location.
Only Nick·Fury knows this location.
Because this remote farm was chosen by Nick·Fury and given to Clint·Barton.
Although it is still an ordinary wooden villa, the surrounding terrain is open, the air is fresh, and the green fields and the sky are connected in a line. It is definitely a good place for leisure and vacation.
After searching for that mysterious spiritual fluctuation to no avail, Clint·Barton did not stay at S.H.I.E.L.D..
S.H.I.E.L.D. mobilized almost all its manpower, including orbiting satellites in the earth's sky, monitoring satellites, and all network monitoring. Helicarrier patrolled across Earth United Government's multiple regions to search for the mysterious spiritual fluctuations that swept across the world.
But there is still no clue and no progress.
Every Avengers smells something strange. Facing the global crisis, it seems to be secretly preparing for attack.
Worst of all, they have nowhere to start.
With no other choice, we can only continue to pay attention to the situation of the earth normally and frequently, and are forced to passively wait for the enemy's next move to reveal the traces.
This really couldn't be worse.
Hawkeye Clint·Barton felt that the coming period would be very busy, so he deliberately took a day off to go home and check on his children and wife, and informed his wife in advance that he was busy at work.
Clint·Barton, who had already arrived home, informed his wife that his wife could not understand, but Clint·Barton once again missed the scheduled family gathering time, leaving her depressed and expressionless.
Her husband went out to save the world, and she was worried every day. He was the pride of the children, a member of Guardians and Avengers, and the support of the vast majority of mankind on earth, but he was not a qualified husband and father.
He was too busy, really too busy. When he came back in a hurry, he could only be reunited with his family for one day before going to the battlefield to protect the earth.
Clint·Barton knew that his wife was somewhat complaining, so he held his wife in the kitchen and comforted her gently. After preparing a big meal with his wife in the kitchen, his wife felt much better.
The two children, on the other hand, were chattering excitedly and preparing for a small picnic.
In fact, it means moving the dining table at home to the grass outside. The family can enjoy the vast green sky and have a hearty meal. Sometimes, squirrels will quietly want to steal food.
The two little guys excitedly pulled the chair, leaving two traces on the grass, and pulled it outside the yard. They saw Clint·Barton holding a solid wood dining table weighing more than 150 pounds with one hand and placing it in the yard. The two little guys jumped up with excitement on the spot, clapping their hands and looking at him with admiration.
Clint·Barton was wearing a battle suit given by He-El, which allowed him, who was already at the limit of human strength, to exert five tons of strength and lift a dining table weighing more than 100 kilograms. In fact, it was just a trivial matter. He even threw the dining table twice in front of the two children, causing them to scream in surprise and shout that their father was Superman.
However, when his wife saw it, she gave him a stern Byakugan look, and the dining table was used to play with. He quickly and honestly set the table with the smiling children, setting out the tablecloths, plates, knives and forks, and then Yi-Yi brought out delicious and hearty meals one after another from the kitchen of the house.
With everything ready, the Clint·Barton family had a pleasant lunch in nature, enjoying the breeze, the fresh green fields, and the vast sky.
Clint·Barton When the family was having a pleasant lunch, there was a postman wearing a green hat and green postman uniform, carrying a wide brown package on his waist, riding a mountain bike on the only trail.
Clint·Barton was eating spinach with a little doubt in his eyes as he stared at the postman riding over from a distance. He stopped by his fence and looked over with a smile on his face and shouted:
"I'm sorry to disturb your family's happy time together, Clint·Mr. Barton, there is an email that needs your signature."
Clint·Barton's eyes flashed with a trace of vigilance, and he glanced at his wife and son without revealing any trace. His wife looked back at him and felt a little surprised.
My own home... why would a postman come directly to deliver the mail?
Clint·Barton smiled at his wife, soothed her surprised heart, and stood up from the dining table, "I'm going to sign for the mail."
Clint·Barton When he passed by his wife, his wife stretched out her hand and shook his hand with a slight reluctance, "Pay attention to your safety and go back as soon as possible."
Many times, there were unexpected phone calls or some strange reminders that my husband was about to go out to protect the world due to the passing planes in the sky. The most bizarre thing was that once a white dove flew over and my husband went to work.
Now it was just a postman coming over, which was quite normal. Although she was a little reluctant to leave, she still shook Clint·Barton's hand and let go of his hand.
Clint·Barton nodded with a smile and walked towards the postman.
When they walked to the fence, Clint·Barton looked at the postman and said in a rather ordinary and conversational manner, "Have we met before?"
He felt that the postman's temperament was a bit familiar, but after thinking about it carefully, he had no impression.
"The last person I delivered mail asked me the same question. Who told me to look like Volkswagen?" The postman shrugged helplessly, took out the mail from his bag - a document bag, the signed receipt and a ballpoint pen, and handed it to Clint·Barton.
Clint·Barton smiled, took the document bag, the documents and the ballpoint pen in hand, and held the document bag between his fingers without seeming to care. He slightly felt the thickness of the document bag, which was only about three sheets of paper; a few doubts arose in his heart.
"Volkswagen face is also very beneficial. Some professions happen to need Volkswagen face..." Clint·Barton took the receipt and signed his name with a ballpoint pen. He said while signing. Halfway through signing, he suddenly stopped and raised his eyes to look at the Volkswagen postman.
He glanced at the Volkswagen-faced postman, then at the mail in his hand, and continued signing where he stopped.
Clint·Barton finally understood why it felt familiar.
He is an agent.
A civilian agent.
He has a familiar temperament.
Only Nick·Fury knows where he lives.
But every time Nick·Fury had any work dealings with him, he would always prepare a secret code in advance to notify him of the end of his vacation; he had never suddenly sent someone to his door.
This does not comply with the confidentiality procedures of agents, especially agents at the level of Nick·Fury and myself.
Clint·Barton quietly handed the signed documents back to the postman's hand. After chatting with the postman for a few words, the postman turned around and left on his bicycle.
Clint·Barton kept staring at the back of the postman riding his bicycle on the trail, rubbing the document bag slightly with his fingers.
Something may have happened to the director!
He did not open the document bag to check immediately, but saw the postman disappearing at the end of the alley, then turned around and put on a smile, finished the pleasant lunch with his family, finally cleared the dining table, and let his wife play with the children, then he opened the document bag alone on the sofa in the house.
"Clint, I am Nick. When you read this letter, it proves that I am dead.
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The only friend I can trust is you."