"The target's leaving."
Watching Dilos swing away on a web from several hundred meters away, a man in his twenties slowly lowered his bow. He turned to look at the woman with wavy red hair draped over her shoulders, who was watching Dilos too, and asked, "Do you think he's dangerous as well?"
"I'm just following the director's orders." The woman shrugged. Her bright green eyes shifted, and a flawless smile spread across her beautiful, delicate face. "Besides, aren't you worried he'll do something to the rich guy after Coulson leaves?"
"Natasha." The man said her nickname with some exasperation. "If he were that kind of person, I don't think Coulson would've left him here. You don't have to be so tense about everything."
He patted the dust off his black combat suit. It was still stained with a little blood, but that did nothing to diminish his rugged air.
"At least he took out Kingpin. No one else will be hurt by him now. And thanks to Dilos, the people had more time to evacuate this area." The man glanced at her unchanged expression, shrugged, and smiled. "All right, let's drop it. Natasha, you should get some rest. You've been chasing Kingpin for days and haven't had a proper break. You should get that wound treated, too."
As he spoke, he pointed to the blood at Natasha's temple.
"Don't worry, Clint. This little cut will be healed by tomorrow."
Natasha touched the blood on her forehead, looking thoughtful. It was hard to tell what was on her mind. After a long while, she said, "All right, Clint. Let's head back to headquarters."
Leaving that little episode aside, let's turn our attention back to Dilos.
After saying goodbye to Tony, Dilos unleashed his telepathic abilities and began searching for