"Um... I just put this thing here?"

Nick Fury crossed his arms and watched Gwen carefully put Mjolnir back into the crater on the screen.

Probably because she felt that the position was not consistent with the previous one, Gwen stretched out her finger and pushed it carefully. After looking left and right, she nodded with satisfaction, as if she was satisfied that her position was so accurate.

Then she pulled on the newly appeared armor on her body, and found that she couldn't take it off. Then she took off the helmet and tapped it on the hammer, as if she was worried about how to put these things back into the hammer.

Although this scene was quite interesting, Coulson's tone was not at all pleasant.

"Boss, they are leaving now, what should we do?"

In the communicator, Coulson's voice was filled with a deep sense of exhaustion and powerlessness, and the surprise and fear that had not yet completely dissipated could be heard in his tone.

Facing Coulson's question, Nick Fury sighed and shook his head.

As an eighth-level agent in this situation, Coulson should already know what to do, and there is no need to ask for instructions.

And now the reason why he specifically contacted Nick Fury was probably just to confirm that the always confident director was still in control of the situation, so that he could gain a slight sense of peace of mind.

Nick Fury could understand Coulson's mood at the moment, so he did not scold or reprimand impatiently, but calmly said the only answer they could do.

"Didn't she leave the hammer behind? Then continue to conduct research and let them leave, then send people to follow them and monitor them where they will not anger them."

After giving the instructions, Nick Fury decisively cut off contact.

But he did not continue to deal with the file that Coulson had just interrupted. He stared silently at the picture of Gwen pulling out Mjolnir on the screen, looking at the pale world illuminated by lightning, and his heart could not return to his mind for a long time.

Return to peace.

It feels very bad to be unable to change what is happening in front of you and let others decide your own destiny. You can only wait for things to develop and pray for everything to go well.

When he faced the transformed Peter for the first time, the feeling of being helpless as a mortal in the face of the astonishing power of a god still left a deep impression on him.

He had experienced this feeling many years ago, and it was this feeling of powerlessness that prompted him to draft the Avengers Plan.

And now this feeling is becoming more intense and urgent.

He narrowed his remaining one eye, put aside the document that needed to be processed, untied the heavy protection at the bottom of his desk and took out another document.

It was an application form requesting more power and more funds. Every amount of subsidy requested on it was exaggerated to the point of staggering, and the power requested above would even make "brothers like the FBI and CIA

"Department" was so angry that it jumped to its feet.

Because the power requested by this piece of paper is enough to completely override SHIELD's authority.

Originally, this application form would just be a huge daydream, just like ordinary people holding lottery tickets and fantasizing about how to spend the money if they win the jackpot, but now Nick Fury thinks that this lottery ticket may

It's time to cash in.

He silently read through every amount and expression of power in the document that he was already familiar with, trying to find items that could be deleted to make it more likely that this "Million Prize Roll" could be redeemed.

, but at this moment a slight sound of footsteps made him frown.

He hid the document under another pile of documents, and then asked in a low voice:

"I guess you didn't come back to report on your work, right?"

Nick Fury could guess the identity of the visitor without even raising his head. After all, there was only one person who dared to enter his office without knocking.

"You should really give me a salary increase!"

At the door of the office, Natasha, a former Russian agent with bright red hair, walked forward with an unhappy face and stood in front of Nick Fury's desk, with her always calm face when she was usually on missions.

Different, in private her expressions are rich.

She took a deep breath, put her hands on the table, and then complained fiercely to Director Nick in front of her as if she wanted to spit out the hard work and bitterness of this period of time:

"Colson randomly found a field assignment and sneaked out for vacation. Hawkeye is also enjoying his vacation now. As Captain America, Sharon is now playing house with that playboy Tony Stark every day!

I am the only one who has to deal with all these messy things in New York every day. Not only do I have to watch over the Bernano family for you, and deal with that difficult eldest lady.

Forget it! The agent nicknamed the Green Goblin now! He is the young man named Harry Osborn who was trained by Sharon herself! Take good care of him!!"

When Natasha said the name Harry Osborn, it could almost be described as gritting her teeth. Her beautiful face was slightly distorted. Then she couldn't help but punch Nick Fury's desk, shaking the table.

The documents and ornaments on the board were all "shocked."

"I don't care what love-hate relationship he has with that bastard named Peter and that little girl named Gwen, or any complicated emotional plot comparable to a family ethics drama.

Anyway, tell him for me, if he dares to try to break into the Bernano family manor to look for Peter and Gwen again, I swear I will put the thing under his feet into a place where he has never been explored by others!

Add a little more spice to their complicated emotional lines!"

Nick Fury took some time to sort out the documents that Natasha knocked away, and after glancing at Natasha, who was already breathing heavily, he glanced at Natasha and complained to everyone and asked lightly:

"Has the anger dissipated?"

Seeing Natasha's chest visibly expand, Nick Fury had to add:

"The situation with Coulson is very troublesome. The problem he is dealing with now is probably related to the gods in Norse mythology, and the bastard Peter you talked about and the little girl Gwen are also there.

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Hawkeye's leave was canceled yesterday morning and transferred to support Coulson.

As for Sharon...if you can bear to be in the same room with Tony Stark for a month, I wouldn't mind letting you change."

Natasha was stunned for a moment, lowered her head and counted the date, and scolded her face with a hint of sadness as she saw her future destiny:

"The vacation was canceled the day before yesterday? Wasn't that Barton's first day off? Or was it morning? So the vacation you gave him was just a good night's sleep?"

After scolding Nick Fury for his black-hearted capitalist style, she really felt much better because she didn't seem to be the worst one, but then she couldn't help but sigh:

"As expected of you..."

Nick Fury shrugged and did not refute anything. After all, SHIELD is now short of people, money and everything. Now it can only squeeze its employees.

Then Natasha didn't leave. She took a few steps back and then leaned against the wall of the office.

After venting her emotions, all the anger and unhappiness on her face had receded, but she didn't come to the director's office just to vent her emotions.

After she pondered for two seconds to formulate some words, the powerful female agent known as the Black Widow whispered with a bit of worry in her tone:

"Director, you should know that our current problem has never been lack of manpower. Although I do hope to recruit more elite agents to relieve our pressure, don't look at me like this. I also want to have time to fall in love or something.

After all, not everyone has a childhood sweetheart like Sharon..."

Natasha laughed at herself with a wry smile, and then her tone gradually became serious.

Her eyes were fixed on the image of Gwen holding Mjolnir in the image suspended in the air and she said softly:

"The troubles SHIELD has to face now are too difficult. This little girl in a cartoon uniform running around was originally the easiest one to deal with. As for the big green guy and the other one, I still can't figure out what they are.

The demons of gadgets are far beyond what we can handle...

And now you say that even the gods from Nordic mythology are going to appear?

Fighting against gods as a human being...

Fury...I don't want to write a heroic epic with a doomed ending."

The black widow Natasha, who has always been resolute, would never have said such words to show weakness, but many recent events have also made her feel a little powerless.

"Don't get me wrong..."

Natasha waved her hand, as if she knew what Nick Fury was worried about.

"It's not that I'm scared, but the enemies and allies we face now are no longer in the category of humans. They are just gods and demons. Even the ones that are best to deal with are monsters or killing machines.

Hawkeye, although Sharon and I will not be afraid of these enemies, it is no longer a problem that we can solve by rushing into the battlefield with dozens of armor-piercing bullets on our backs. I really hope you can realize that our capabilities are limited and we cannot cope with it at all.

There is no threat of this level.

This is the reality before us.

Director Fury, I hope you have a plan to deal with this damn thing, if you don't have one and can't come up with one..."

Natasha sighed deeply. She didn't want to say the next words, but she understood that her comrades and colleagues had more or less similar thoughts, and the only one who was qualified and willing to speak to Nick...

She was probably the only person Fury explained.

She exhaled the air and pressure in her lungs, and then said in a dull voice:

"Maybe we shouldn't be so arrogant, thinking that we can easily change the status quo to avoid unnecessary human losses."

Nick Fury silently lowered his head in thought and revealed a wry smile.

He realized...it wasn't one or a few employees who were afraid, but SHIELD was afraid.

What Natasha said was not just her own thought, she just said it for everyone.

SHIELD cannot cope with the rapidly escalating threats at its current size. This is the consensus of all SHIELD employees.

Even Nick Fury, as director, has long been aware of SHIELD's current predicament.

If we can describe it in a few simple words, then what SHIELD is currently suffering from is the fear of insufficient firepower.

If changes cannot be actively made, SHIELD itself will become existential in name only.

He looked deeply at the document he had hidden, but his gaze suddenly froze. When he silently picked up the document he used to cover up, he found that what was in front of him was Peter's plan that Natasha had submitted before.

Book.

He silently overlapped the two documents, and then picked up the pen that was knocked away by Natasha. He stared at the two plans that were similar on the surface, but completely different at the core, and thoughts surged in his heart.
To be continued...