MTL - Become Marvel Daisy Johnson-Chapter 5 the eve of 2006

Watching the snowflakes drift away, fall into the hand, and disappear. The phantom of the light scattered into the surrounding snowflakes, and the light scattered on Daisy. At the top of the row of footprints is Daisy standing alone under the snow scene...

Thinking about it carefully, my upper limit of superpower is much stronger than that of Daisy in the TV series. What is the reason for this?

The amplitude range that I can perceive is about as large as the tricurved wing of SHIELD headquarters. Regardless of the particularity of the construction materials of the three-curved wing, standing in the middle of the three-curved wing, Daisy can completely collapse the buildings within the range of the three-curved wing.

Before Daisy in the TV series was injected with centipede serum, I'm afraid she didn't have such a powerful ability.

The palm spun around in the air, looking at the snowflakes melting on the quilt,

But I only felt a little bit of coldness, so what happened?

This kind of change is not within my expected range...

He stared blankly at the bright lights in front of him and the snowflakes drifting away. On the S.H.I.E.L.D. building behind him, Sharon was lying on the floor-to-ceiling windows, his face was peachy and drunk, looking at Daisy amidst the snowflakes.

One more person to look up to.

At night, on the dimly lit subway, the cold wind has arrived. A thick cotton black scarf was hung on her body, and the girl was holding a tissue tightly in her hands, flipping through a paper report on geology. Sometimes she looked at the sparse figures on the subway at night, and sometimes she buried her head in the paper report. Thinking of the woman's excesses, she felt aggrieved and tears fell.

When Daisy came back, she saw that Sharon and Gugu were sleeping in a similar posture, bent down to come to Sharon, then turned her head to look at Gugu who was curled up in the cardboard box like a ball of water, got up and opened it. The computer in the office continued to do copywriting reports.

Although the Secret Warriors are a mysterious team that cannot be known to outsiders or even insiders of S.H.I.E.L.D., the documents to be ordered still need to be reported and the team permission requested. By the way, look for Dr. Zola's encoding source.

In the morning, Sharon woke up early, greeted Daisy and went out to wash up. After feeding Gu Gu Gu for breakfast, he called Emma. At this time, Emma had already left Boston, headed for New York, and was about to board the plane.

After saying goodbye to Emma, ​​the ordinary life of the company warehouse during the day and the S.H.I.E.L.D. branch at night began again. I don't know if it was because Daisy made a heroic sacrifice once, or it was the preparation time for her to form a mysterious warrior. During this time, Daisy was very empty.

"I don't believe it anymore, I can definitely do it, I can do it!" Bill threw the dart in his hand, and the dart fell in an arc in the air, and fell gracefully on the ground one meter away from the target.

"Oh! Who can hit the dartboard eight meters away!" the fat black man complained violently, while Daisy, who was eating melon seeds, was smiling silly

"Hahaha, you are too weak, okay, Bill." Daisy got up and came to Bill's side, "Do you want to eat melon seeds?"

Bill refused, shaking his chubby head. Daisy put a handful of melon seeds on the table at hand, took the dart in Bill's hand

"When it becomes difficult, things become challenging..." Daisy threw the dart as she said.

At this moment, my perception accurately captured the flying dart, which slightly affected the amplitude of the dart's head, causing the dart to make a small direction shift during flight. At this level, Daisy can easily do it.

Whoosh!

"Amazing! Just a little bit short." Seeing Daisy actually hit the target, Bill applauded and celebrated, "It was just a little bit short of reaching the bull's-eye, and it looked like it was a little bit short from a distance. How much did you hit?"

He made a far-sighted look again, but his eyesight was not good after long-term experiments, so he approached the target and shouted, "You hit the edge of the target!"

Bill walked over slowly, still muttering in bits and pieces, "Oh, it's really amazing, to be able to hit the target, the strength is great..."

This is not a compliment, it's obviously a sarcasm

"You **** me melon seeds!" Daisy, who was furious, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and stuffed them in front of Bill.

"Actually, it's very simple..." A man approached, looked at the fat black Bill and Daisy, and took the dart from Daisy's hand.

"Focus, concentrate, and feel, you will definitely hit the target." As he spoke, he threw the dart out, and the dart shot straight into the bull's-eye.

"Look, I just said it, it's very simple." He smiled at Daisy and Bill.

"Patton, Clint Patton."

"Bill of the Fifth Basement, Bill Foster"

"Daisy, Daisy Johnson"

After the three of them introduced themselves briefly, Barton looked at Daisy curiously, "I've heard about you, and Bahrain is doing a great job." Barton extended his hand and shook Daisy's hand vigorously.

This kind of provocative action can easily make the two of them feel like gunpowder. Daisy is in a good mood recently, so...don't bother with him. At this time, Daisy's physical strength was several times that of a normal person, and the mutation of the Terrigen crystal mist brought her a power beyond her imagination. I dare not say that I can face Thanos head-on, but at least I have the ability to try it.

Facing Barton's tentative provocation, Daisy smiled without changing her face. The contest at hand would never be put on the table, so Daisy didn't embarrass him, but just withstood his temptation with strength, which surprised Barton. The little girl in front of her was only 15 years old, and she could actually fight with her own arm.

He let go of his hand, admiring the little girl in front of him, with a trace of apology on his face, and lightly patted Daisy on the shoulder, "Famous is not as good as visionary, Agent 18." Barton walked along the crowded table and sat at the edge of the table. on the edge.

"The dart sight makes you smile, Hawkeye." Faced with Daisy's teasing, Barton showed indifference, and then sighed, "Times have changed, and women have become not to be underestimated. The last time I saw a very powerful woman But it hit me badly..."

As he spoke, Barton realized that he ignored Bill who was on the side. "What do you say? Dr. Bill."

Bill, the fat black man, used his fingers to pick the melon seeds stuck between his front teeth~www.novelbuddy.com~ His two front teeth are forked...

"Who said it wasn't, Ms. Peggy Carter made a good start. Girls nowadays have become irritable, violent and irritable, and they don't listen to persuasion. Headache... this **** melon seed"

"You should chew melon seeds, Dr. Bill. The action of chewing melon seeds...is not suitable for you." Daisy, who was thinking about holding melon seeds, wanted to see such a picture. Melon seed shell, she almost laughed out loud.

"I'm leaving first. I just came back from Budapest for a few days, and my waist has not been very good these two days..." Barton stood up

"Let's have a chance to compete, if my waist is better."

"Bye~"

Watching Barton leave, Bill was still picking the melon seeds between his two front teeth.

"Oh, **** melon seeds! By the way, who was the person just now? It looks a bit ridiculous."

Daisy patted the fat man on the shoulder regretfully, "Come on, you will be able to pick it out." She said and left the chess and card room.

Ride the car back to the headquarters of Chaochao Studio and order a cup of coffee for myself

"Hey, is there someone missing from you? Where is the girl who was a little bit fat yesterday?" While waiting, chatting casually with the staff, Daisy felt that the girl who was a little fat looked familiar, and she was also good looking. Omen is very suitable for Daisy's taste, maybe a friendship can be developed (*\'▽\'*)?

Hearing that he was dismissed, he sighed a pity. Daisy didn't know that it was her own reason that brought the original deviation of history back on track. When she met Daisy Lewis again, it was a certain day in the future when a hammer landed on New Mexico.

Holding coffee, I came to the door of the improved warehouse, scanned through the retina, and entered the warehouse with flowing long hair.