Hawkeye Clint Barton Was Too Angry to Speak

[Emotion Points from Natasha Romanoff +739]

[Emotion Points from Wade Wilson +756]

"Stark? That Stark? The famous New York billionaire, the playboy who's always on magazine covers?"

Deadpool cried out. Seeing Constantine nod, he got so excited he nearly jumped up.

Natasha was shocked as well. Compared to what was happening here, Stark's situation was indeed more important. Her phone soon rang too—it was Nick Fury.

After answering with a few "mm-hmms" and hanging up, Natasha looked Constantine seriously in the eyes and pleaded.

"Constantine, the director asks that you make sure to bring Mr. Tony Stark back from Afghanistan.

There will be a generous reward once it's done!"

"Understood. But as payment, let's count that hundred thousand dollars as operating expenses for Afghanistan. As for the agreement we settled on before, we'll discuss it separately after I return!"

His trench coat swaying, Constantine turned around calmly, gave a casual wave, and strode out.

Hugging his phone, Deadpool waited and waited, yet the twenty thousand dollars never arrived. Seeing Constantine about to leave, he suddenly jolted.

He got it. Stark was rich, and rich was practically the same as dollars. As long as they could find Mr. Stark, then...

"Hehehe. Constantine, wait for me. You've got to bring your brother along for such a profitable job!"

Behind them, Natasha watched the two figures gradually disappear, then took out her phone.

"Send a few people over to clean this place up.

Also, introduce me to an engineering team. I think we're going to be busy for quite some time."

"Tony Stark has gone missing. Looks like the Marvel Universe storyline is about to officially begin!"

In the Marvel Universe, Tony's disappearance was a marker and an important turning point.

When he appeared before the world again, he would no longer be the playboy Tony Stark, but the world-famous superhero—Iron Man!

"Starting with him, the age of supervillains and superheroes will officially begin!"

Lying in bed, Li Chao summoned a glass of red wine and continuously calculated the cards he held.

[Emotion Points: 235494.13.]

"Only 230,000 points?"

The amount of Emotion Points was not much. Even if he spent them now, he could at most draw two Silver Treasure Chests and three Bronze Treasure Chests.

"I have enough character cards for now. Rather than that, I might as well save them up for the time being. Or I could go big and try the Golden Treasure Chest that costs one million Emotion Points?"

Thinking this, Li Chao drained the red wine in his glass, then went over to the computer for some hehehe.

Brooklyn Hospital.

Room 501, Fifth Floor.

After nodding to the two agents guarding the door, Coulson led Hawkeye Clint Barton inside.

On the hospital bed, Andrew wore a patient's gown and quietly received an IV drip.

Seeing someone enter, he nervously shrank back, unease in his eyes.

"Kid, you don't need to be nervous."

Leaning on a cane, his head wrapped in bandages and wearing an affable smile, Coulson always knew how to make people lower their guard.

"We won't hurt you. We just want to chat."

"..."

Seeing how miserable the other man looked, Andrew believed him.

The wariness in his eyes lessened somewhat, and he slowly sat up against the headboard.

"What... do you want to talk about?"

"Haha, no rush."

Waving his hand, Coulson was as composed as though Danzo had possessed him. He naturally took a chair from Barton's hand, sat down slowly, and said, "My name is Phil Coulson, and this is my colleague, Clint Barton. We work for a government department under the United Nations called S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Boy, can you tell me your name?"

After searching for a long time without finding a chair, Barton stood silently behind Coulson with a sour expression.

S.H.I.E.L.D.? Never heard of it.

Andrew was clearly somewhat introverted. His gaze darted around, and his voice carried a trace of nervousness.

"I, I..."

"It's okay, don't be nervous.

We're just chatting like friends. If you really don't want to answer, just shake your head."

There was no coercion in his manner at all. Coulson's wording and tone once again made Andrew lower some of his mental defenses.

"Can you tell us about yourself? Just a brief introduction will do."

For example, where are you from? What do you like? What interests and hobbies do you have? What friends do you have?

Or what kind of college do you want to attend, and what major do you want to choose?"

"You can talk to us about all of that."

Coulson's voice was very gentle, unconsciously putting people at ease.

But Andrew was somewhat embarrassed, because his memories were incomplete.

He only remembered his miserable family situation: his gravely ill mother and his father, who often treated him violently.

He could not even remember what school he attended. He only remembered that there had been a rather large open area near the school, as well as a cave.

He should have had several friends.

But he could not remember their faces or voices either.

"Kid, don't rush. We'll take it slowly."

After exchanging a look with Agent Barton, Coulson said in surprise, "Barton, why are you still standing there? Find a chair and sit down."

"..."

Clint Barton clenched his fists, too angry to speak.

As if he liked standing. Coulson got up and poured Andrew a glass of water.

Andrew carefully accepted it with both hands and lightly pursed his lips, feeling his memories grow even more chaotic.

Among those memories were some unknown researchers in white lab coats, who had trapped him in a small, sealed experimental room and performed all kinds of experiments on him every day as if he were a lab rat.

Some people ordered him around, while others kept injecting him with unknown drugs.

Sometimes, a man wearing a white mask and sporting long golden hair would appear. They treated him with great respect and addressed him as Lord Baroque.

At the base, Andrew had even seen some people who seemed to be vampires.

Those vampires had also become test subjects, required every day to use something that looked like a red crystal.

Then one day, a group of assassins dressed like ninjas burst in.

They killed anyone they saw, utterly inhuman, and captured vampires on a massive scale.

He had been terrified at the time. Taking advantage of the chaos, he broke free from several researchers and followed the call in his heart to the room where the red crystal was kept.

Right, the crystal's name seemed to be—

"Ah... it hurts."

Suddenly, he clutched his head, feeling as though it were splitting apart.

An unknown fluctuation began spreading outward. It swiftly swept through everything in the room, making the entire room shake violently.

[Emotion Points from Clint Barton +471]

"Coulson—"

Barton's hairs stood on end. In a single stride, he positioned himself in front of Coulson and declared with absolute certainty, "Something's wrong with this kid. Your questions must have annoyed him so much that he wants to punch you!"

Crash!

A vase on the bedside table instantly exploded. The window glass trembled, cracking with sharp, splintering sounds.

[Emotion Points from Phil Coulson +473]