"Steve."

A gentle voice with a little anxiety.

He knew that he was shot, and the feeling of the bullet penetrated his body was common for him; he knew who he was attacked, and the students' frenzied shouts were still rumbling in the auditorium, "Demonic Girl!"; he knew that he had to stand up, to appease these frightened children, and to rescue them from possible dangers. But the cold bullet took away all his strength and made him weak.

"Steve."

A gentle palm touched his cheek.

"They are safe," said the man. "Now, I want you to open your eyes and look at me."

Steve shrank for a moment, his consciousness was already a little free, and the white-hot pain burned like venom in his chest.

"Look at me, you have to fight, people are terrified, Captain, we need you." Now that soft voice became annoying.

But the words were gentle but unstoppable. Steve was wandering in the world and was one step away from achieving eternal peace, but at this moment the sun shone on him.

Liberating from the illusion of dying made him feel endless pain, and those who walked too far in the long night could no longer adapt to the dazzling sunshine.

Like a fallen man struggling to grab the driftwood, Steve raised his hand weakly - it was held tightly.

"You will be alive," the voice said.

Steve opened his eyes with all his strength, his vision blurred. Once, he blinked, and then again, he saw a figure wearing a hood. In the black shadow, he locked the other person's eyes. The man's eyes were like the lake surface disturbed by the rain in the sunset, with sparkling gold. There were too many people scrambling to leave their own reflection in the lake. Almost in an instant, Steve felt a sense of enlightenment. Just like a person who had been drowned for too long, he was finally breathing the first ray of air on his face. He gasped, his heart beat violently, and his blood washed his eardrums.

It was Freya smiling at him under her hood, and the next moment they soared into the air.

The low sonic boom exploded in Steve's ear, something strangely textured covered him gently like a curtain, blocking the invasion of the strong wind.

......

"It's just a little bit." Freya's voice was cold.

"Don't worry, he's a warrior, and has experienced something worse than this. He'll survive, Freya." The other end of the phone comforted.

"I know," Freya said, "Steve was always the one who fought to the end."

"So they caught the Demon-shaped Woman, are you sure that it is the Demon-shaped Woman?"

"I'm right there, Bruce." Freya rubbed her eyebrows, "I watched things happen, she could keenly avoid my attack. And the deformation was so real that I couldn't think of anything that could mimic that effect."

"That doesn't make sense," said Bruce. "Why do the Mutants kill Captain America?"

"I don't know, do you think this would be Luther's plan?" Freya asked.

"We can't be sure," said Bruce slowly, as if he was typing on the keyboard, "but you might want to see the comments online, Freya, now."

Freya quickly walked to the desk and turned on the computer.

She was mentally prepared for a while before opening a news portal.

The website reads in huge crimson font: "Captain America was assassinated by a mutant and is still being rescued." Below is a video taken by someone in the auditorium at that time. She turned off the website and clicked on several other websites casually. Without exception, the headlines of these web pages were filled with eye-catching real-time news.

Freya's mouse hovered over the video for a few seconds before turning it on.

This was the most panicked few minutes in her life. The blood of her best friend left an indelible mark on her body, but she resisted the desire to vomit and pulled the progress bar back and forth several times.

"Do you understand?" Bruce said quietly.

Freya took a deep breath.

"The cameraman knew what would happen long ago. Before the magic girl acted, the camera was already focused." She said.

"No media is doubting why the mutants were assassinated Captain America. All the famous editors were brainwashed overnight. They agreed that this was consistent with the usual style of the mutant Brotherhood. The disgust of humanity, the strong opposition to the statement "hidden in the crowd" in Rogers' speech, and the bad history that the Demon-shaped Girl once had, all the media are hyping up the materials carved out of one mold." Bruce said, "I can use some means to suppress the big news about you. Behind Captain America are S.H.E.L.D. and the U.S. government, but they are unable to suppress the news for a long time. The mutants are unable to calm the situation. What do you think is the reason for it."

"They have some scruples and think that suppressing the news now may lead to a bigger rebound," Freya said. "or they can do nothing about it. I would rather be the former. If not, who can do this on such a large scale? Luther or others can certainly use money and power to make the media speak for them, but money is the most unreliable thing in the world. The situation is like they sleepwalking together, which honestly makes me shudder."

"Some special means can be done." Bruce sneered, "There is a recording that I want you to listen to. If I figured out one thing from the mouth of the creator early this morning, it was that the collusion behind this series of actions was much greater than any of us thought. Not only Luther and the Penguin, but also the old rivals of SHIELD. Shortly after the false announcement of disbanding and cleaning up insiders, SHIELD was infiltrated again, and sometimes I really want to know what they can do."

"The exterior wall of the new building is mixed with lead, and there are anti-eavesdropping equipment created by special means. But starting from the things provided by the informant, I got some internal information. You will want to hear it, Freya, you will want to know how tricks our opponents are, and how mysterious the forces involved are."

He paused for a moment and added: "I will draft the first draft of the alliance construction in the near future. The storm is coming. Freya, we must be prepared."

Freya hung up the phone.

She sat quietly for a while, and finally went to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of milk. On the balcony, the big bear was playing with her doll bear. It didn't know what undercurrent was surging, nor did it know what conspiracy was happening. It was so carefree that it almost made people feel painfully jealous.

Freya watched it for a while before opening the recording.

The first thing I heard was the argument.

"What does this mean, Fury?" Stark's angry voice came from the recording, "The Magic Girl, in front of at least a few thousand people, for God's sake, even thousands of children! She took out her gun and assassinated Rogers. This is the fucking Captain America! She shot Captain America! Now tell me, the mutant hopes to bail her back and pat her ass and leave?!"

"Professor X is downstairs." Nick Fury said calmly, "We only have the last chance to interrogate before he takes the person away. Now, Stark, rather than arguing about the government's attitude towards mutants, think about how to dig something out of the magical woman's mouth."

Someone was walking around the room.

"This won't happen," Stark said. "It's impossible for her to go out of the S.H.E.L.D. after she's killing the members of the league."

Fury sighed.

"Come with me," he said.

Footsteps.

They seemed to have walked into another room. A gentle male voice rang out. "Hello, Director Fury." He said.

A sound of a chair dragging.

"Why are you trying to assassinate Captain America?" Stark asked, his voice suppressing his anger.

"I don't talk to the lowly race." The demon-shaped woman's voice was cold.

"Riwen." It was the male voice, "Please."

"What are you doing again, Charles," said the magical woman. "Our family was slaughtered by humans, and the children were displaced. Captain America was just a lackey of the power. Even if I killed him, what's wrong?"

"You did this in full view of everyone. Now the Internet is full of news about mutants and Avengers, so intense that it seems that World War III is about to break out in the next moment. How can I not come?" Charles sighed, "Riwen, please ask me for help. This is murder! Rogers is a respectable person. I don't know when you will attack such a person."

No one has spoken for a long time.

"I need to know the truth, people need to know the truth, Riven." Charles said, his voice so low and soft that it was almost a request.

The magic-shaped woman finally spoke after a few seconds of silence.

"I don't know," she said, "when I reacted, the bullet had already been shot."

"You don't have this memory?" Charles asked in shock, "Can you..."

"Get away from my brain, Charles!" The demon-shaped woman's voice was mixed with intense anger, "Never try to invade my thoughts again."

"I'm sorry, but I have to..." Professor X said painfully.

"Professor X uses his reputation to protect you," Stark sneered, "How do we know if you have told a lie, since this is not the first time you have done assassination of someone else."

"I can't see anything wrong." Charles interrupted Iron Man, and hesitated for a moment before he confided with difficulty, "her thoughts and memories are normal."

"So you are deliberately trying to assassinate the captain," Stark said.

"There is another possibility." The fifth voice sounded in the room, a hoarse female voice, "She may be controlled. I have watched that video. If I slowed it down several times, I could see a slightly unconscious pause in the killer's movements. The magic-shaped woman has never been known for being indecisive, right?"

"Who can do this, Natasha, who can control others and then escape the exploration of the psychic abilities." Stark asked, "Whether it is hypnosis, brainwashing, or even illusion, there is nothing that will not leave traces in the mind."

"Maybe it's a new approach," said Natasha. "We have to be cautious, and for some reason I always have a bad premonition."

"Thank you, ma'am," said Charles. "I really want to figure out what happened. Riven...I'm sorry I have to reveal this, but it's about life, so I have to make an exception. Riven is a part of the treaty. If she wanted to kill Captain Rogers from her heart, she should have been backfired by magic at this moment."

"The treaty is clearly written. Mutants are not allowed to use their abilities against superpowers, professor." Stark said coldly, "She does not use her abilities, she uses a gun. What's more, you said yourself, you can't see anything strange in her brain. I hope this matter will be transferred to legal procedures."

"Gentlemen," Fury's exhausted voice rang, "I think I might have a clue, but I have to confirm it first."

He walked a few steps and said, "I'm sorry you can't take her away today. Professor X, the magic girl will be temporarily held in the prison of the superpowered person."

Stark seemed to have to say something more, but Professor X took the lead in giving in.

"Please don't hurt her," said Charles. "I accept your proposal, and I will wait for SHIELD to reply."

"Thank you very much," Fury said, "it requires our understanding and cooperation with each other now than any other time."

"I fully understand you. Please apologize and greet to Captain Rogers on my behalf." Charles said, "Hank, let's go home."

The sound of a wheelchair.

There was a commotion immediately, and it seemed that Stark also left the room under Natasha's persuasion.

The recording was walking slowly, and there was no other movement, and Freya almost turned it off.

At this moment, a special sound attracted her attention, and it seemed that a cabinet was pulled open.

Fury's footsteps were also included in the recording with a strange crackling sound, a bit like the beeping sound of the flames Freya made when burning firewood in her cave.

The monitor should have been placed on Fury's body, and his heavy breathing was clearly audible.

Freya stared at her phone tightly, not letting go of any clips.

Nick Fury, the man who perhaps knew the most secrets in the world, the director of SHIELD, took a deep breath.

The sound of the tongue of flame suddenly became louder, and his voice was calm, very slow, but he said clearly—

"Charliet Wilkinson, the American Magic France Club."

The author has something to say: This chapter was posted very early~ because I will write tomorrow's ten thousand updates next

Tomorrow's update should be released very early, let me see who can grab the sofa hhhhh

Before entering V, rolling around secretly to get a chance to finish it. Today's fancy style is to fly around with the iron can~~~●v●

In addition, I was tortured by the advertisement today, but I couldn't delete the zero points. Please give me more advice in the comment area.

I must mention it. Yesterday, a little angel asked me if I was asked to be a guest or a guest. It's great. You successfully attracted my idea →_→

Just nagging so much, I'm going to write in a round way. I hope I can see you all tomorrow~~(≧▽≦)
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