The director's conference room at S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Triskelion headquarters.
Five people were in the conference room: Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, Maria Hill, Natasha Romanoff, and Clint Barton.
"We won't talk about Kingpin. He's dead as dead can be this time, and we've already sent teams to deal with the men who were waiting for him by the sea. What we need to discuss is this man in the skull mask." Hill, dressed in a combat uniform, pointed at Dilos on the digital screen.
"Based on footage from city cameras and satellites, as well as Coulson's report, his physical abilities—including his reflexes—are far superior to Captain America's. His one-armed strength exceeds a ton, though we don't know his limit. Judging by his skills and combat ability, he's had very formal training and has extensive combat experience. He's also extremely adaptable. And his movements are so strange that we can't find him..."
Hill took a deep breath, then said helplessly, "Coulson, don't look at me like that. I know Captain America is your idol, but these figures were compiled by the data analysis department. So please don't stare at me with that intimidating look. I'd still like to have a decent love life, and if men keep looking at me like that, I'll develop a complex."
Coulson looked around at the others, thoroughly aggrieved. "She's giving a report. I'm just doing my job and listening carefully, aren't I?"
"No, you're not." Natasha rested her chin on her hand and glanced at him. "Your expression just now was like someone had insulted your beloved idol, and you were ready to jump in and fight them. Right, Clint?"
At that, Clint felt Coulson's gaze bearing down on him. He knew Natasha had dragged him into it. He was a little helpless, but chances to tease