This Empress Grew Hair!

"Pfft... cough, cough, cough~!"

Natasha, who was standing to the side, ultimately failed to keep a straight face.

Although she quickly covered it up with a string of coughs, her slightly trembling shoulders still gave away how she felt.

Nick Fury's single eye suddenly swept toward Natasha, his gaze as cold as a Siberian current.

In response, Natasha merely blinked her emerald-green eyes innocently and said while holding back her laughter:

"I thought of something funny."

Before the Black Braised Egg could ask, "What funny thing?", he vaguely heard a "ku ku ku" sound from behind him.

When he turned around, he found Agent Coulson's large face flushed bright red. His body was shaking like a sieve; anyone who did not know better might have thought he was having an asthma attack!

Motherfucker!

At that moment, the Black Braised Egg even wanted to silence them permanently.

But considering that Peter, this living ancestor, was still standing right in front of him, he could only force down the anger in his heart and explain:

"Peter, I didn't mean..."

"Hmm?!"

Peter merely made a nasal sound, and the Black Braised Egg had no choice but to humbly change his form of address:

"Lord Arbiter, listen to my explanation. Hydra has not been destroyed.

"On the contrary, they disguised themselves as scientists and infiltrated the United States through Operation Paperclip. Even now, they pose an enormous threat to national security!"

"Oh~" Peter put on an enlightened expression.

"No wonder someone like you could become the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. That makes sense now."

Black Braised Egg: ...

He was so angry that he wanted to smash the table, only to realize Peter had already slapped it to pieces. He could only clutch his pants tightly instead.

After quite a while, he finally spoke as though he had heard nothing:

"Those are not the main point. The main point is that once the captain is revived, he can serve as a deterrent against them!"

"Captain America himself can even identify many high-ranking Hydra members and help us follow the trail to capture them all!"

The Black Braised Egg put on an anxious expression as though he truly worried for his country and people, attempting to move Peter this way.

But Peter merely sipped his coffee leisurely, and what he said made the Black Braised Egg want to explode on the spot:

"Look at you, getting worked up again!"

"I never said I wouldn't help you. I was only mocking how terrible you are at making up lies!"

"From the very beginning, when I first came into contact with Natasha, I said that as long as you could afford the price, I wouldn't mind helping you solve a few small problems."

"So... showing my abilities counts as one favor, and waking the captain counts as a second favor."

"Two favors mean your S.H.I.E.L.D. owes me two debts. That's reasonable, right?"

The Black Braised Egg nearly tore his pants apart with his grip. Even when facing the military or high-ranking government officials, he had never been this passive!

Yet he had no choice!

As long as the boy across from him decided to flip the table, all of them would be buried with him!

For the Avengers Initiative, to save S.H.I.E.L.D. astronomical financial expenses, and to obtain a strategic-level "priest" capable of bringing the dead back to life and restoring flesh to bone...

The Black Braised Egg kept muttering to himself internally. Only after a moment did he force the words out through gritted teeth:

"Fine, I agree."

The moment those words fell, Nick Fury felt as though he had aged ten years in an instant.

"Then let's start by showing my abilities." After finishing the coffee in his cup, Peter stretched and stood up.

Hearing this, the Black Braised Egg immediately perked up. He had even begun considering whether Peter could heal his blind eye.

After all, he had hidden quite a few secrets using the iris of that eye.

Just as the Black Braised Egg was wavering, he watched Peter teleport in front of Coulson.

"What's your name?"

Coulson said somewhat flattered:

"I'm a Level Eight S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, Phil Coulson, sir!"

"Very good. Relax."

Peter smiled and patted his shoulder, then placed one hand on top of his head.

Hm?

Coulson froze.

Nick Fury froze as well.

What was this kid doing?

The next second, soft, warm white light flowed from Peter's palm and instantly enveloped Coulson's entire body.

Coulson only felt a warm current rise within him. Everywhere it passed, stubborn ailments like lumbar muscle strain, rheumatism, kidney deficiency, frequent urination, and urgency rapidly melted away like snow and ice.

What shocked him even more was...

His scalp felt so itchy... like he was about to grow a brain.

Coulson instinctively raised a hand to touch it.

What met his fingertips was no longer a smooth scalp, but a layer of dense... hair stubble!

Coulson instinctively looked toward a nearby mirror. Seeing the stubble sprouting from his head and rapidly growing longer, he nearly burst into tears of joy.

This empress grew hair~!

"Lord Arbiter, thank you!" Coulson could not help shouting excitedly.

He had already planned to save up for a hair transplant. Now, he had saved himself a huge expense.

People's joys and sorrows were not shared. At that moment, the Black Braised Egg only found it noisy.

Motherfucker!

Did you not understand human language, kid?!

I told you to show your abilities so you could use them on me!

Why the fuck were you treating my subordinate's hair loss?!

Seeing Coulson's cheap-looking expression after "gaining a glorious head of hair," the Black Braised Egg became even angrier.

Motherfucker, I wanted hair too!

"Coulson!"

A low roar suppressing boundless fury finally burst from between the Black Braised Egg's teeth.

"Huh? Director?"

Coulson jolted and finally recovered from his ecstasy. Looking at Fury's face, dark as ink, he belatedly realized that he seemed to have been... a little too undignified just now.

And Lord Arbiter had given such a precious opportunity to demonstrate his abilities to him...

That seemed... rather inappropriate?

But it was not his fault, right? Lord Arbiter had chosen him!

Coulson silently ran his fingers through his flowing hair, unsure what to say for a moment.

On the other side, Peter's smile deepened when he saw this scene.

This was exactly the effect he wanted.

Make the Black Braised Egg lose his composure, weaken his authority, then take the opportunity to win over his most capable subordinates with his abilities.

Over time... who would truly have the final say in S.H.I.E.L.D. would no longer be up to you, Black Braised Egg!

Thinking this, Peter turned back toward the Black Braised Egg with an innocent expression and asked:

"Mr. Black Braised Egg, are you satisfied with my abilities?"

"Sat-satisfied!" Noticing Peter's kindly smile, the Black Braised Egg lost his temper again.

He was being completely controlled!

"As long as you're satisfied. Now take me to see the captain. Once I wake him up, it'll be time for me to go home."

Thus, with an expression as though his mother had died, the Black Braised Egg could only lead Peter all the way to a laboratory. There, Peter saw Steve Rogers, frozen into an ice pop.

Peter placed his hand on the block of ice. As he activated his ability, the solid ice covering the captain rapidly melted away.

Under the reverent gazes of the Black Braised Egg, Coulson, and Natasha, the ice completely melted, and Captain America opened his eyes.

The moment he opened them, an incredibly flippant voice rang by his ear:

"Oi~ old man, want to have a fight to warm up?"