Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 80 Nick’s bad idea
  "this one?"

"Otherwise, why do you think I suddenly came to you?"

Clint's rhetorical question directly blocked Terry. Where did he, a small citizen, get information about SHIELD? It was something that was very inconsistent with his identity.

So Terry could only nod in frustration.

"I see."

Pulling his God's spiral fart, Hawkeye's sudden contact with him must be S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intention.

Unless there are major deviations in many places in this world from most of the mainstream setting perceptions in his memory, but it seems that there should be no such sign yet.

"Wow~"

Terry secretly cursed Clint as an old fox in his mind, and then spoke as if he was surprised.

"I really don't know how to express my feelings at this moment."

He was extremely reluctant.

Nick said righteously. After all, he was not the one who needed to go to the streets tonight to be righteous.

'I've approved Special Ops leave for you, you know what to do. ’

"Tony Stark doesn't have a qualified mind yet, Steve Rogers is still frozen in ice waiting for the medical department's plan, Hulk is too dangerous, and I haven't been able to get approval from the Global Defense Council yet."

"The planned team now only has you and Natasha as a reserve - I am not looking down upon you with what I say next, but to be honest, a team with only two agents is far from the great alliance I envisioned. "

Terry put his phone back in his pocket, snorted coldly, and decided to go home and take a shower first, and then go to a luxurious restaurant where he had membership to enjoy a sumptuous dinner to replenish his mood.

"Seriously? Boss?"

"See you there on Forest Hill Avenue in Queens. I have some friends I want to introduce to you."

"According to reliable information, Terry Lee's actual power may far exceed the level of a child playing house."

(Fake oil, you must already know)
  "I'm already a street vigilante, but I thought maybe we could get together and form a team, starting tonight!"

“Of course, I look forward to meeting like-minded people and see you there.”

"I didn't expect you, senior brother, to have such a positive and kind heart."

(Farkle Oil, Hawkeye)
  "But I have some unexpected information for you."

"I'm going to play house with a kid on the streets of New York every night?"

(Fake Oil, Clint)

"Oh my God, I didn't expect that we are so in tune with each other. You are indeed my junior brother. So where should we meet tonight?"

Nick waved at him, then took out a piece of paper from his desk and waved it at Clint.

Then the two people on both sides of the phone hung up the phone at the same time with gloomy expressions.

Clint immediately looked at Nick Fury after confirming that the phone was hung up.

Clint's face trembled, and then he forced out a more surprising reply.

(You are an agent, right? If you don’t want to reveal your secret, just stay up late and catch thieves with me every day from now on.)
  Clint's originally confident expression suddenly changed, and he glanced at Nick Fury for help.

"If necessary, even enthusiastic young people might consider recruiting them first."

Clint's PUA with Nick was completely in one ear and out the other. This damn leader clearly didn't say that yesterday.

And Nick didn't care about Clint's awkward refusal.

As a leader, he doesn't really need to consider Hawkeye's actual feelings. The nature of an agent is to obey orders.

"Now, go find the relevant departments and get a uniform - it can't be too fancy, so it needs to be scrawled and befitting the identity of a poor street hero."

Clint pushed open the door in pain, and Nick continued to talk and add heartache behind his back.

"Remember to make it look old, too new is not good either."

……

At night, Terry, who was clean and well fed, leaned under a light pole on Forest Hill Avenue and looked at the sky boredly.

In fact, he was looking forward to teaming up with one of the legendary Avengers heroes like Hawkeye to clear the streets of New York.

Although there have been many words to persecute Hawkeye in the past, in fact, there are very few men who do not have thoughts about the cold marksman agent in movies or comics. Especially the cool high-tech quiver and the multi-functional black technology arrows inside that can be converted at will.

Waiting quietly in the dark, at the critical moment, a shot enters the soul from a hundred meters away.

Who hasn’t dreamed of becoming James Bond in the 007 movie when he was a child?
  Hawkeye has undoubtedly added more wonderful added value and refined classification to the identity of an agent with super skills and black technology.

"Hey!"

A muffled greeting sounded above Terry's head.

Terry looked back and saw a strong and light figure jumping down from the top of the small building behind him. He raised his bow in mid-air and turned around to shoot an arrow quickly. The hook of the arrow stuck on the eaves, and he was holding a slender figure behind him. The tough transparent silk thread slid down with a slight buzzing.

Terry greeted him expectantly, and finally took a clear look at the handsome Clint through the streetlight.

Then he jumped back suddenly and pulled out a wooden sword from his waist with his backhand, a solemn look on his face.

"Who are you?!"

Hawkeye looked confused. After landing, he subconsciously raised his hand and touched the blindfold on his face.

Isn't it true? If you wear this, you won't be able to recognize it?
  "I'm Krillin - oh, you have to give me a nickname, right? I understand, you can call me Hawkeye."

Terry shook his head.

"What an eagle eye, I only saw an ugly purple elf."

Clint's figure paused in the cold autumn night, and was silent for a while.

Then he finally broke through.

"Hey, hey, as for laughing at my hero costume right from the start?!"

Clint pointed at Terry's casual clothes and roared angrily.

"In terms of professionalism, it's better than just sneaking out in clothes you would only wear for a morning jog!"

Terry showed a disdainful smile, put away his wooden sword, and made a pose with both hands.

"Please watch next, my...transformation!"

Still doing the same thing, click all the normal clothes in the appearance column back to the inventory at a very fast speed, leaving only the stainless steel suit in the equipment column.

Clint watched blankly as Terry instantly transformed into a tall, mighty and upright knight in shining armor, and then looked down at the purple scale armor tights he was wearing.

Then all the energy in his body was exhausted, as if he had turned into a salted fish who had lost his goal.

Terry's unabashed laughter boomed from under his helmet, and he patted Clint, who lowered his head.

"Don't be depressed. Things like uniforms can be completely redesigned. Come on, let me introduce you to Spider-Man, my savior and senior vigilante."

Hawkeye immediately cheered up.

Here he is, he hasn't forgotten his job yet, and tonight he can examine two street heroes at once!

Half an hour later, four people stood on the top of a building in New York City and stared.

Peter made a fist and coughed.

"This is really a coincidence."

He turned sideways and reached out to signal the strangely dressed people standing behind him.

"This is Iron Fist, the new street vigilante."

Terry and Hawkeye were sweating a little at the same time.

The masked young man wearing a turquoise martial arts uniform with a faint dragon pattern imprinted on his chest was staring with confusion at Terry, who was currently covered by armor.

For some reason, Daniel always felt angry with this armored man, whom he had seen not long ago.

Hawkeye noticed something with great pain.

Among the four, even Iron Fist, who looks like he has the weirdest color scheme, wears a much more refined uniform than him.

"Damn Nick Fury!!!"

(End of this chapter)