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"Besides, you said it yourself—can you be sure this is all Hayato can do, or that it's the limit of his abilities?"

Coulson's words dimmed the confidence on Skye, Fitz, and Simmons's faces.

"Sorry," Skye said. "We were thinking too simply."

"It's good that you thought about it," Coulson said encouragingly. "It's better than doing nothing. We just need to think things through more carefully and factor in the possible consequences. Unless Hayato makes a substantively dangerous move, we should focus on observation and formulate countermeasures in time. As for testing him, I'm sure plenty of people won't be able to sit still. Someone will do it."

Fitz sharply quipped, "Boss Coulson, don't say that with such a sly old fox expression. You're making yourself look like a villain."

Coulson finally couldn't resist smacking the back of Fitz's head. "What do you know? This is called having everything under control and planning from behind the scenes. If you don't understand, go play with your electronic toys!"

Just then, Coulson's phone rang.

"I was thinking that after all this time, Tony should be about ready to lose his patience. Look."

Coulson held up his phone screen. The caller ID read: Tony Shithead. Clearly, Coulson still held quite a grudge against Tony Stark.

"Hello, Tony. Having fun at the party? Oh~ You are? Then carry on."

Coulson wore a crafty grin.

What did a crafty grin look like on an honest man?

Skye felt as if her worldview had shattered.

Fitz and Simmons were equally lost, as though asking themselves, Who am I? Where am I?

Tony froze on the other end of the call. After exhaling several breaths of stale air, he finally said, "All right, let's be honest with each other. I know the Hulkbuster Armor's arm is