"Since you came looking for me, that means Coulson must have given me up." Aaron looked at Leena meaningfully. "What I'm curious about is, what does this have to do with me?"
"Phoenix Tears," Leena said succinctly.
"Oh! So that's it." Aaron suddenly understood. "The reason you captured Coulson was to find out why he didn't die?"
"Yes." Leena did not deny it. "The Clairvoyant told me that Coulson died once. The God of Mischief pierced his chest.
But he was somehow still alive. We wanted to find out how he came back from the dead."
"This Clairvoyant... who is he?"
"I don't know. I've only contacted him once, but I work for him." Leena grew somewhat agitated. "The Clairvoyant knows everything in this world. He even knows what the president dreamed about at night."
"I can say with absolute certainty that you've been deceived." Aaron looked at her with pity. "Gods are not necessarily omniscient, but anyone omniscient must be a god.
This so-called Clairvoyant doesn't sound like a god at all. He sounds more like a conspirator.
He doesn't dare show his face and directs everything from the shadows. Researching Super Soldiers and seeking the secret of resurrection—perhaps he needs it for himself.
And you... are nothing more than a chess piece. Though this chess piece of his seems to have some value."
Leena smiled dismissively. "You don't understand his greatness. He guides us, for the ever-changing world."
"You won't shed tears until you see the coffin. That saying is for you." Aaron leaned back and stretched. "Let's get back to the point! What did he send you to find me for?
Before I hand you over to S.H.I.E.L.D., perhaps you can tell me a joke and cheer me up."
"Cooperation."
"I'm sorry, but he isn't qualified."
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