Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 98 Clint...Barry?
  "Ah~"

Under the electroplated metal mask, Terry's long sigh, which was vaguely isolated by the helmet, sounded a little distorted.

Peter had goosebumps all over his body, looking at Terry's 'pseudo-high-tech' armor with disdain and envy at the same time.

"Every time your super power improves, do you have to scream so coquettishly?"

"What do you know?"

Terry lowered his head and watched his right hand slowly make a fist, as if this action could reflect his sudden increase in strength.

"I feel that I am very strong now - so strong that I even think that on the streets of New York, I am invincible!"

As if to prove his words, Terry also summoned his new weapon Mochizuki with a swish. In a deliberately slow motion, countless silver-gray pixel squares danced around his gauntlet, forming a weapon full of the future. A long sword in a technological style.

Peter felt that the sour orange juice he drank just now might have gone into his brain, otherwise why would he always feel sour now.

No?

Terry murmured under his breath and took out his cell phone, then his face turned solemn.

"There is no need for us to think about these things. If I give you a set in the future, I will definitely fulfill my promise - what do you think we can jointly open a company after graduating from high school?"

Terry, on the other hand, remembered something.

It was Clint calling.

In fact, Peter's scientific research skills are not low, but he is willing to be a poor newspaper reporter with a brain full of black technology, which is really a humiliation of his talents.

"Huh? So when you upgrade, you actually use materials purchased in reality?"

Peter glanced at it inadvertently, consciously broke away from Terry's arm, walked to the side and drank the remaining glass of sour orange juice that Terry had prepared for himself.

It’s also a superpower, so why can this person have his own special effects?
  "Can weapons also be upgraded?"

When he becomes an adult and starts his own business in college, his uncle should support him, right?
  Just when Terry was about to give Peter a chance to imagine a promising future, a slightly untimely phone suddenly rang.

Peter was silent now. He was a little embarrassed to bring up the subject of Terry giving him a set, because Terry's new armor must be very expensive in terms of material.

Although this job seems to provide first-hand information on certain dangerous scenes every time, as both superheroes, Iron Man can fly around in the sky while making money, couldn't Peter use the technology at his hand? Seeking some benefits in life?
  It means that you can't get the original start-up capital, or you can't get the contacts in the business.

"I'll wait until I get the money next time. I've already become poor by getting these materials."

Peter narrowed his eyes and stared at the unconscious Terry with a look of 'You actually betrayed me'.

"correct."

Terry was a little panicked when he was stared at. He quickly put away his sword, put on ordinary clothes in the appearance column, scratched his head and laughed twice.

Isn’t this because there is also Uncle Martin?

"Hey?"

Peter was a little confused and didn't know why Terry's topic was so jumping.

"That's not true. I just made this sword out of materials that can be used as breastplates."

Uh...huh?

Seemingly noticing Peter's emotions, Terry thought for a moment, and then put his arm around Peter's shoulders.

"Iron Fist was attacked again."

Clint came up and broke a bombshell news.

Terry tightened his phone and looked a little unbelievable: "Does the Hand Club dare to come out and do something in broad daylight? Isn't this a little too blatant?"

These words made Peter choke on the side, and then he realized for a moment that the so-called Clint was probably the big purple elf that night?
  "No, not the Hand."

Clint's tone was a little strange, as if he wanted to question something.

"It was the Devil Gang." "Devil Gang? How could they have a grudge against Iron Fist?"

"them?!"

On the other end of the phone, Hawkeye was stunned for a second because of Terry's choice of words.

For a moment, he wondered if SHIELD's intelligence department had made a mistake.

But he quickly woke up from Terry's tone, and then thought of that very funny possibility.

Terry probably doesn’t even know that he has an identity as the young master of the Devil Gang. Even based on the complete on-site intelligence provided by Frank to Nick Fury, most people in the Devil Gang probably don’t know Terry’s identity either. exist.

The two parties were not acting out a show to support each other, but they really didn't know each other.

There is such a bloody thing. Doesn't the boss of the Devil Gang want his nephew, whom he regards as his own, to know those dark sides?
  Hawkeye, who felt like he had roughly guessed everything, was now a little embarrassed.

Judging from his subconscious emotional judgment, he did not want a student like Terry to get involved in such an incident that was likely to involve profound ethics.

The skill is the skill, and the mind is the mind.

Even if Terry has performed well in his mind so far, it is difficult to predict the choice he will make after knowing the truth.

No one can escape the influence of emotion on reason, let alone Terry, who will only become an adult next week.

But unfortunately, Hawkeye is just a wage earner and has no say in such matters.

Sure enough, the inhumane voice of Nick Fury came from the headset in his other ear.

"This is a perfect test, Clint."

Nick Fury, who revealed that he was monitoring all the calls of his subordinates at all times, gave the order in an unquestionable tone.

"If he can show his due character in this natural test, I think he is fully qualified to become one of the first members of a great team."

Clint's head lowered, hiding his expression in the shadows.

"Hello? Clint? How is Iron Fist doing now? By the way, where did you meet him?"

Terry's questions kept coming from the phone.

"Remember your responsibilities. The last thing you should have in your profession is compassion."

Nick's calm urging sounded simultaneously in the headset.

"Iron Fist... nothing happened. It's just that the Devil Gang got a batch of strange weapons from somewhere recently, and I suffered some minor injuries without noticing."

Clint turned around and looked at the blond young man lying in the sterile room, his tone was inexplicably low.

"Didn't I say before that I have a reliable intelligence network? A group of friends of mine spontaneously opened a joint venture laboratory - on the surface it is a registered microbiological observation institution, but in fact it is a private emergency response department."

Yes, after Clint participated in the 'Street Heroes Encounter' that night, SHIELD quickly came up with a new plan.

With their abilities, they can completely mold Hawkeye into an entrepreneur similar to Tony Stark, give Clint a superficial identity of an enthusiastic rich man, and thus achieve the status of the leading street hero in New York City in one fell swoop. .

A pioneer among street heroes, he has considerable assets, is generous with his wealth, and is willing to help other street heroes who are struggling to survive alone.

In this way, it is natural to manage and spy on street heroes who do not like to be associated with the government.

"Uh-wha~oh?"

Terry suddenly felt as if there was something stuck in his throat that he couldn't spit out.

Friends organizing themselves? A laboratory? A great sidekick for a street hero?
  Why does it sound so much like The Flash?
  Terry suddenly remembered that there is also a Midtown district in New York City. He and Peter went to Midtown High School.

No way?
  "Then what is the name of the laboratory behind you?"

"Midtown Labs."

It smells bad! It smells bad!
  (End of this chapter)