S.H.I.E.L.D. Technology Division.
"What? A Titanium Alloy Staff? Titanium Alloy Gauntlets? You want us to make them?"
At Black Widow's words, Leo Fitz grew excited.
Having enrolled only this year, he had already received the highest praise from every instructor. Together with Jemma Simmons, with whom he was especially close, he was about to become one of the fastest graduates in S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy history—
In just one year!
Many exceptionally outstanding master's and doctoral students spent four years at S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy and still failed to graduate.
A few days ago, he had been temporarily recruited into the Technology Division as an intern to work with a group of scientists studying a mixed liquid called Azeroth Signature Essence Wine. Fitz had made it clear that it had nothing to do with him.
His field was mechanical engineering, while Essence Wine fell under biochemistry, Simmons's specialty.
Simmons had always been his assistant, but this time he had to be Simmons's assistant instead. That left Fitz, weak-looking on the outside but strong at heart, rather unhappy.
And now they were actually being asked to manufacture high-tech equipment. That was his specialty. Simmons would be his assistant once again, and Fitz thoroughly enjoyed the feeling.
The two of them working together, just the two of them—it felt like heaven!
Fitz could not help glancing at Simmons.
Simmons was speaking with Black Widow, the legendary agent every male student at S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy wanted to sleep with.
What was so pretty about Black Widow, anyway?
Her face was not as big as Simmons's, her chin was not as round as Simmons's, her blonde hair was not as long as Simmons's. Her waist was too thin, her breasts and butt were too big, and she was as cold as an iceberg. Did someone owe you two cents