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Whether these young people had broken the law was unclear, but they were definitely asking for it.

What Hayato was doing was definitely illegal.

But Hayato was neither a superhero nor interested in becoming one.

Tiring!

More than anything, it was mentally exhausting.

Superheroes weren't afraid of bleeding. What they feared was bleeding and shedding tears, being stabbed in the back by the very people they had risked their lives to save.

This was America. Hayato wasn't noble enough to travel thousands of miles just to do thankless work.

"What was supposed to be a serious negotiation has turned into this. Forget it... Let's find somewhere to have tea and talk it over slowly. I won't show off, and you don't play dumb. If we can talk, we talk. If we can't, we go our separate ways. What do you think?" Hayato said to Coulson.

"Black tea or green tea?"

"Can we have milk tea?"

"Uh, sure."

"Wait, you want tea? I haven't agreed yet! Not unless you smash me to pieces!" Tony Stark's punchable voice came from within the Hulkbuster Armor. He raised his palm, aiming the energy cannon at Hayato.

Hayato stepped sideways.

He and Coulson had been standing very close together. With that one step, Coulson was now caught between Hayato and the Hulkbuster Armor.

Energy cannons couldn't curve. Before it could hit Hayato, it would definitely blast Coulson away first.

Coulson: ...

Was this the legendary scenario where the eldest and second brother fought, and the third brother got killed?

"Hey, Tony, don't take this too far," Coulson practically wailed.

It wasn't that he was afraid. He was just aggrieved at being inexplicably used as a human shield.

A dignified Level 8 S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

Wait... it seemed the agent ranking system had been abolished