Coulson: My Agent Instincts Are Telling Me...

Coulson: My Agent Instincts Are Telling Me...

Coulson inwardly screamed, That's impossible, Barton! You're slandering me!

Even as he kept up a verbal offensive, trying to make the other party relax.

"Kid, don't panic. Don't panic."

"Watch your breathing. Come on, take a deep breath."

"Inhale. Exhale."

Coulson was very experienced in this area. Watching the other's tightly furrowed brow gradually relax with his breathing, he lightly glanced at the shattered vase on the table and formed a few guesses.

"Superpowers!"

A flicker of surprise passed through his eyes. At that moment, he thought of the document folder Director Fury had given him.

He inwardly praised, As expected of Director Fury. He really is a schemer!

This seemingly introverted young man named Andrew was not very old.

By the time the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents found him, he had already been knocked unconscious by a speeding truck.

Yet strangely, Andrew had suffered only minor scrapes, while that truck looked as though it had collided head-on with another truck, its entire front end crushed inward.

Such an unreasonable scene naturally drew S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attention.

It was also why Coulson had been assigned here!

"Do you remember why you were there?"

Coulson was referring to the Brooklyn Bridge.

Andrew held his head. His memories were still somewhat muddled, but when faced with this question, he gave the answer without seeming to think.

"Shadaloo. The bad people from Shadaloo were trying to catch me.

"I... I had to leave. I had to escape from there!"

His pupils widened, and his body trembled slightly, as though he had returned to the days when he had been studied in the Ninth Laboratory.

[Emotion Points from Phil Coulson +481]

Shadaloo?

Hearing that name again, Coulson's heart stirred.

As if asking casually, he said, "Why were they trying to catch you?"

"Because... because of the Killing Stone Fragment!"

Andrew hissed in pain and lowered one hand. He had remembered the name.

Killing Stone Fragment? An unfamiliar name.

Coulson committed the name to memory and looked at him expectantly.

Rubbing his temples, Andrew narrowed his eyes as though recalling something.

"The Killing Stone Fragment is a red crystal with some kind of powerful force.

"I heard those researchers say that the Killing Stone Fragment seemed to have the ability to grant wishes."

"Wishes? Really?

"It can grant any wish?"

Suppressing his shock, Coulson lowered his voice, sending it into Andrew's ear like a breeze.

"I don't know."

Andrew shoved Coulson away from his ear with distaste and looked at his own hands. "But my wish... should have been granted."

"Oh, kid, can you tell me what your wish was?"

Though pushed away, Coulson was not embarrassed in the slightest. Recalling the vase exploding earlier, he faintly had an answer in mind.

Andrew did not answer.

He merely turned to look out the window as though tired. On a branch outside, a sparrow was singing cheerfully.

Seeing this, Coulson did not press him.

He smiled, got down from the bed—yes, it was a bed—and rose with the aid of his cane.

"Kid, thank you for your cooperation. We'll come see you again. I'm looking forward to our next meeting."

Andrew still did not respond, seemingly absorbed in watching the bird outside.

Coulson did not mind. He nodded, adjusted the bandages on his head, and left the room with Agent Barton, leaning on his cane.

Outside the door, Crossbones Brock Rumlow had been waiting for quite some time.

Seeing the two emerge, he hurried forward and warmly asked about the situation.

Coulson gestured for him to follow to a secluded spot, briefly recounted Andrew's behavior just now, and repeatedly reminded him.

"You'll be guarding the hospital. Make sure Andrew is safe. If he has any requests, satisfy them as much as possible, so long as they aren't excessive."

At this, he glanced at the weapons on the other man's body and added one more thing.

"And one more thing. Watch your attitude. He's still just a child."

"Understood."

After saluting, Brock Rumlow turned and left.

"As expected of the captain of the Rapid Response Team—efficient and decisive in everything he does.

My agent instincts are telling me this is a reliable man!"

As for the information on Shadaloo and the Killing Stone Fragment, Coulson naturally kept it hidden, intending to report it personally to Director Fury.

What he did not know was that, before he entered that room, several listening devices had secretly been installed in certain places inside. The Hydra agents had already heard the conversation between them loud and clear.

Watching Coulson and Barton leave the hospital, a sharp glint flashed through Rumlow's eyes. He turned, pressed a hand to his earpiece, and issued orders to the Hydra agents lying in wait.

"Hurry up and send a few people in. Secretly transfer that superpowered kid to a Hydra base!"

As a veteran Hydra agent, Rumlow's grasp of opportunity was just that reliable.

Not long after the order was given, several Hydra agents dressed as doctors and nurses arrived outside Andrew's door.

They moved quickly. One second, they were smiling and chatting; the next, they suddenly struck, stabbing two guards in the abdomen with daggers.

The two guards tried to call out, but their mouths and noses were covered. They soon stopped breathing.

After leaving two people to stand guard outside, the two fake doctors pushed in a cart loaded with medicine and opened the door.

They acted extremely professionally. First, they asked about Andrew's temperature and physical condition, then informed him that he needed an injection.

Andrew did not think much of it. He rolled up his sleeve and watched as a nurse, wearing a strange smile, gave herself an injection.

The nurse stared blankly at the needle in her left wrist.

What was going on?

She was used to holding a gun. Even with a syringe, she should not have missed!

"Sorry, nurse. Please don't let me see the syringe. I have serious psychological trauma from them."

Somewhat embarrassed, Andrew explained.

The nurse: "..."

Silently pulling out the syringe, she grabbed his arm this time, determined not to let anything go wrong.

But, as expected, something went wrong again.

Another injection landed in the exact same spot on her left wrist.

Ah. This...

The doctor beside her could not stand watching any longer. He pushed the nurse aside and did it himself.

His movements were crisp and efficient. Having learned from his predecessor's mistake, he did not aim for the wrist—instead, he stuck the needle into... the nurse's butt?

The nurse burst into tears: "..."

The doctor began questioning his life: "..."

Andrew scratched his head and apologized profusely. "Sorry, I definitely won't look at the syringe this time. I'll control my emotions!"

"..."

Holding the syringe, the doctor hesitated again and again. Finally, he gently placed it against Andrew's arm and carefully pushed the medicine in.

"Success!" The nurse was so happy she practically jumped up.

Even the doctor looked proud of himself.

Only Andrew was not very happy. The moment the injection went in, his vision immediately blurred. His body went weak, devoid of strength, and even the image of the doctor before him seemed to twist and transform into another figure with enormous breasts.

"Wh-Who are you people?"

Andrew realized something was wrong. Those breasts were way too big—no, it was the medicine that was the problem.

His body was already limp and weak, and he was so exhausted that he wanted to fall asleep.

"Don't worry. I deliberately increased the dosage. Forget a child—even an adult wouldn't be able to withstand the effects."

The fake doctor looked at Andrew, whose eyes could barely stay open, and explained with a smile.

He seemed rather pleased with himself. Pointing at himself, he asked, "I personally formulated this medicine. So tell me, what do I look like now?"

"Uh... a... hermaphrodite."

Looking at him, Andrew gave an answer that was simply that honest.

"..."

[Emotion Points from Hydra Agent +13]

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