I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 36: Eddie in pain

"Name."

"Eddie Brock."

"gender."

"I say, these are obvious, so there's no need to ask again, right?"

"Just answer whatever you're told to answer. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"Hey, man, I guess you don't know that I'm a reporter with millions of fans? If you treat me badly again, I'll scold you to death. What's your name? Oh, it's the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency."

Hearing the full name of his own S.H.I.E.L.D. from someone else for the first time, the curly-browed agent who was recording Eddie's statement raised his eyebrows and wrote it down in the file - he had a good memory and spoke in a garrulous manner, probably because he was too nervous.

Later, he couldn't stand Eddie's nagging any more, so he warned him sinisterly, "Haha, you come in here, do you think you can get out?"

"???"

Eddie instantly became nervous and said with a smile, "Dude, I'm just kidding you, keep asking."

"."

If he had known that this guy was a coward, he wouldn't have wasted so much time.

The curly-browed agent added a few words to the file and continued to ask, "Gender."

"male."

"age."

"."

After a while, Agent Curly Eyebrows came out of the interrogation room and ran into Coulson head-on.

"How is it? Is he cooperating?"

"Well, he seems to be quite cooperative, but I always feel like he's making up stories."

The curly-browed agent handed over the transcript in his hand and said, "He has always insisted that he just happened to pass by Hell's Kitchen and ran into a gang fight. He thought it was big news, so he hid in the bushes. But later he found out that things were not simple."

"But the memory in the camera we seized from him was blank. He said he was scared and forgot to take pictures."

Coulson flipped through the transcript a few times and frowned slightly. "He is lying. No matter how scared he is, he shouldn't have no photos. This is not the quality of a professional reporter. I heard that most reporters carry an extra blank memory card with them, fearing that there will be insufficient memory."

"So, he hid the memory card with the photos?"

"Well, it shouldn't be wrong."

"Okay, I'll have someone go over there and search carefully now."

The Curly Eyebrow Agent took two steps forward, then suddenly turned around and said, "By the way, we also found a blank parchment on him. I don't know why he carried it with him."

"Blank parchment?"

Coulson was stunned for a moment, then turned around and went to the room where evidence was stored to find the parchment. As expected, he saw that it was blank and extremely neat, without even a crease, but the cuts around it were uneven.

It doesn't look like a carry-on notepad, nor does it look like something used to wrap a camera.

Coulson's intuition told him that there was something wrong with the parchment, so he took the parchment to the interrogation room and asked Eddie directly, "What is this?"

Eddie looked at the parchment, a look of panic on his face, and he stammered, "I, I don't know."

Coulson pulled out a chair, sat down, and insisted: "This was found on you, and you don't know about it?"

"Well, ahem, because I picked this up from the ground."

"Found it on the ground? Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure!"

"Oh, so this parchment has no owner, so let's confiscate it." "Ah?"

Eddie was extremely shocked and said in a lost voice: "Confiscate? You are robbing me, right?!"

"It's not yours, how can you say you stole it?"

In front of Eddie, Coulson slowly and methodically folded the parchment into palm-size and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

Eddie watched helplessly, his face showing a mixture of reluctance and confusion.

If I tell you the true purpose of parchment, it will definitely be confiscated and I will get into trouble, so I might as well just say nothing.

But my heart hurts so much.

Eddie covered his chest and said in pain, "Ha, ha, ha, it's just a piece of parchment. Take it if you want."

His expression made Coulson even more certain that there was something seriously wrong with the parchment, but Eddie refused to say anything and there was nothing he could do. He couldn't torture an ordinary person who had done nothing against the law, could he?
How about stuffing some contraband into his house?

Coulson quickly killed this terrible idea in his mind. After all, he was one of the few honest people in SHIELD and was embarrassed to use such a trick.

"Okay, then you can stay here for a while. If there are no other problems, you can leave at noon tomorrow."

"Tomorrow afternoon?"

Fortunately, it didn’t last long.

Eddie felt relieved. After watching Coulson leave, he yawned, took off his shoes, lay down on the sofa beside him, and fell asleep soon.

That night, he was frightened and scared and was extremely tired.

Coulson studied the parchment over and over again, but couldn't find anything special about it, so he had no choice but to show it to Fury.

He came to the director's office, knocked twice on the door, heard the words "Come in" from inside, pushed the door open and walked in, and saw Fury standing in front of the window looking at the scenery outside.

"Director?" Coulson felt inexplicably nervous.

Fury turned around, revealing his usual serious face. "Don't worry, Barton is not dead yet, but his condition is not good. The doctor said that he suffered a severe brain injury, and unless a miracle happens, he will never wake up again."

"Vegetative state?"

"Correct."

Fury nodded and said, "Coulson, we have to prepare to lose Hawkeye for a long time, but I believe he will come back eventually. Before that, I need you to lead a study called Project Tahiti. We can't afford the death of another super agent."

"Project Tahiti?"

"Well, after I finish the things on hand, I will tell you the content of the plan."

"it is good!"

Coulson nodded heavily, quickly adjusted his mood, took out the parchment and handed it to Fury.

"Director, this is what I seized from that reporter. It feels a bit strange, but I can't find out its real function."

"Oh?"

Fury took the parchment and glanced at it, nodding slowly: "It is indeed a bit strange. It looks so old, but there is not even a crease on it."

"Not only that, I scratched it with my finger and five minutes later the scratch was gone."

"Parchment with self-healing properties?"

Fury became interested and waved Coulson to leave and continue his work, while he studied the parchment alone.

Suddenly, Fury's pupils shrank, and several lines of neat handwriting appeared on the parchment:

[Nick Fury, do you want to know how to wake up Hawkeye? Do you want to know who is suitable to join the Avengers? Do you want to know the whereabouts of Captain America? ]

(End of this chapter)