I Have A Good Opinion In Marvel

"It's great!"

"Welcome!"

Seeing Skye and Simmons hugging each other in excitement, and Fitz who was grinning, Leon also raised the corners of his mouth, showing a faint smile.

Yes, Skye finally accepted Phil Coulson's proposal.

When Phil Coulson announced in front of everyone that Skye would join the team as an adviser, everyone's reaction was very different.

Simmons and Fitz were very happy.

After all, Skye and the two are about the same age, friendly, lively and cheerful, and they like to make jokes. They are much better than Ward and Melinda May who are always stern...

Melinda May, the driver, did not protest in front of everyone.

However, judging from her slightly frowning brows, it can be known that she did not agree with another child on the plane who could not fight.

As for Ward, who is most likely to protest, it may be because Skye helped him escape from the underground base; or because Leon was present and he did not file a complaint in public.

However, judging from his constipation-like expression, Leon feels that Phil Coulson's dream team still needs some time to get in touch.

definitely, these things have nothing to do with him...

When "Bus" arrived in the city of Angel in California, Leon bid farewell to everyone.

"Did you leave so soon? Got another task?"

Facing Simmons' question, Leon shrugged, his expression relaxed:

"That's not the case, I have to deal with some personal matters, so..."

"Well then, let's see you next time."

After bidding farewell to the science duo, Leon came to Ward, patted him on the shoulder, and said seriously:

"Hey! Dude, protect them..."

Ward was taken aback for a moment. For some reason, he suddenly felt heavy on his shoulders.

A strong sense of mission suddenly surged into his heart, making him nodded without a serious expression.

"And you, Skye!"

Hearing Leon suddenly calling his name, Skye couldn't help but stared at him blankly.

"I hope that when we meet next time, your perception of S.H.I.E.L.D will change."

The meaningful words, coupled with the extremely warm smiling face, made Skye smile involuntarily, and said softly:

"Will do…"

After bidding farewell to everyone one by one, Lyon, who completed the support mission, came gently like a breeze, waved his hand, and did not take away a cloud.

. . . . . .

Lincoln City, Nebraska.

Lyon, who had just bid farewell to Phil Coulson and others, came to a private industrial factory in the suburbs.

And waiting for him there is an "old friend"...

Unlike the tranquility of the outside world, a large factory area is full of voices.

The scientific research equipment can be seen everywhere, the researchers in a hurry, and the entire factory area is like a secret large hangar.

And the most eye-catching thing in the entire factory area is not the scientific researchers or expensive equipment, but quietly parked in the center, a huge, dark, and futuristic fighter plane!

This is a new type of fighter that is completely different from any fighter in the world.

From the appearance, this fighter is like a swallow flying in the sky.

Hank Pim, in a white lab coat, and several scientific researchers who also wore white lab coats, stood beside the fighter plane, pointed at the fighter plane in front of them.

"In order to avoid insufficient power of the turbo engine, a set of injection devices should be installed at the bottom of the fuselage..."

"Also, reflective technology..."

At this moment, an abrupt voice came from behind:

"It's exactly the same as I imagined..."

Hearing that, Hank Pim couldn't help but halted, and then swung back the scientific researcher beside him before turning around.

It was Leon's brilliant smiling face that came into view.

Seeing him, Hank Pim said a little bit irritably, "Why are you kid here? Isn't it the one who came to rush me?"

Hearing this, Leon waved his hand quickly and strongly denied: "Hank, how dare I rush you... I just come over and take a look, and comfort you by the way."

Then, as if by magic, Lyon took out a transparent bottle with a brand logo printed on the bottle and said "HavanaClub" and raised it to Hank Pim.

"This is the chief brewmaster Don Jones Silva, the white rum of the Havana Club brewed by himself, won't you try it?"

Seeing this bottle of wine, Father Pim's eyes lit up, and his expression suddenly became clearer.

"Huh! You guys are acquainted..."

After laughing and cursing, Hank Pim immediately turned around, waved his hand, and shouted:

"One hour off!"

When the engineers and scientific researchers all left, only Hank Pim and Lyon remained in the entire hangar.

Opening the white rum that Lyon had brought, took out two goblets, poured a glass for each of them, Lyon, who was holding the glass, couldn't wait to ask:

"Hank, how is it going?"

It seemed that Dr. Pim, who had expected Lyon to ask such a question a long time ago, did not answer immediately. Instead, he sipped the rum in his glass, closed his eyes, and after a good taste, he said slowly:

"It's all going great."

"When can you test flight then?" Leon continued to ask.

"If it is fast, it should be a month later, if it is slow, it should be two months."

Holding the goblet, Leon had no intention of tasting the wine in the glass, and all his attention was focused on the huge fighter plane.

After walking around the fighter plane, Leon returned to Hank Pym again.

As if noticing the satisfaction in Leon’s eyes, Dr. Pim smiled and then asked: "Are you satisfied with this big guy?"

"Are you joking?!"

Lyon spread out his hands and made a great reaction, with a boastful tone: "I can't be more satisfied!"

"You know, this is the famous Hank Pim, specially built for me, who has such an honor?!"

"Strictly speaking, I didn't build it for you, but you came to me and asked me to help you."

"Hey, it's all the same, don't care about these little details..."

…

Looking at Leon's funny look, the wrinkles on Father Pim's face deepened a bit.

For some reason, Dr. Pim always felt very relaxed when dealing with young people who were a few rounds away from Lyon, as if two friends were communicating.

Perhaps, this is the so-called year-end acquaintance...

At this time, Leon's voice rang in his ears again:

"By the way, does it have a name?"

Upon hearing this, Dr. Pim raised his brows and said solemnly, "Definitely!"

"Oh, what is it called?"

"Nightwing!"

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