Washington, S.H.I.E.L.D. Strategic Meeting Room.
Coulson and Clinton had returned to headquarters.
"Sir, that diaper has been contained as object P-084."
"Alright, let's put that aside for now. Gentlemen, I need to hear your thoughts on Watson Dialante."
Coulson lowered his head and organized his words: "Sir, I think we might be able to befriend him."
"Friends? Coulson, that's not something a senior agent should say."
Coulson looked seriously at Nick Fury and said: "From the current situation, we already know that he possesses two super monsters. From their appearance, they seem to be super-evolved Komodo dragons.
There was a period of engagement before, and after evaluation, large-caliber weapons can cause effective damage, so the danger level assessment given is: Level 5.
Watson himself also possesses some kind of ability or technology that allows the monsters to appear or disappear freely around him. The exact range is currently unknown.
At the same time, he can also know the specific location of individuals. Likewise, it is unknown whether this is technology or through his personal ability.
Based on these, the danger level of his monsters is raised to: Level 7.
Today, when repelling Hydra from stealing the Quilan, he was wearing a set of medieval-style armor, with some parts resembling the scales of a certain monster.
From this, it can be inferred that he may possess other monsters, and possibly comes from an ancient medieval organization.
When wearing the armor, he can control flames to a certain extent.
And he took a close-range rocket hit without a scratch.
For this, the danger level assessment given is: Level 8.
He has a very strong subjective will, and forced control may cause a violent backlash."
At this moment, Nick Fury stood up.
"Alright, everyone understands now. Judging by his abilities, unless large numbers of personnel and heavy weapons are used, he will not be effectively threatened. Now, apart from the surveillance personnel who report his whereabouts, and contacting him at critical moments, Coulson and Clinton's mission can be temporarily terminated. And from now on, I am raising his file to Level 10 clearance."
"We have already established a trading relationship, and this morning, he helped us repel Hydra's attack."
"What surprised me most is that he will be tomorrow's headline – a new superhero recognized by the public – the Flame Knight!"
"Natasha, you control the timing of your mission."
"Understood, sir."
After speaking, Nick Fury put a photo of a man with a small mustache on the big screen.
"Now, we have to babysit the military again. They lost their weapon-baby, and now we have to help them find it! U.S. Air Force Colonel Rhodes will act with you."
"Sir, regarding finding someone, perhaps we can ask someone for help?"
"Hmm—Coulson, you're in charge, if he's willing. Oh, and distribute those potions to see their effects."
---Meanwhile, our Watson~
Is currently enjoying a 20-layer matcha crepe cake from Lady M Cake Boutique with the adorable Braised Egg!
Hmm, just right, bought the last piece~
Watson wiped his mouth and looked at Braised Egg: "Hmm… what was our next target? Let me see, we've already had lobster rolls, authentic sirloin steak, Queen's barbecue. Oh right! The next target is New York's best burger joint, Shake Shack!"
"Meow~ Meow? (＾?＾)?!"
"I feel like I forgot something? Never mind, burgers are the most important right now!"
The two quickly walked into the burger joint, enjoying the air conditioning as they waited in line~
At a table not far away,
Sat three young, beautiful girls~
"Bailey, look at that guy, he's so handsome~ And the muscles that fill out his clothes! And that cute cat! Oh my god, he must be a very loving person!"
"Jodie, are you in heat? Maybe you can go invite him for a burger and ask for his number? I think he might be very 'loving'! Especially to little kittens like you!!"
As soon as she finished speaking, it caused a burst of teasing from her companions.
"I'll go, just you wait, girls. Don't be jealous of me then~"
Watson, who was waiting in line, possessed an advanced hunter physique! He naturally heard the discussions of the young girls.
Watson, who was smiling slightly and waiting for a pleasant exchange,
Suddenly, he saw Coulson push open the door and walk in, and his smile slowly froze!
"Hey, I'm Jodie, are you alone?"
Watson, who was about to answer her, was directly interrupted by Coulson: "Beautiful lady, can I borrow your 'boyfriend' for a moment? I promise, just for a little while~"
Sliiiirp!~
Coulson suddenly felt as if something had licked him! He was startled!! "Woah! Woah! Is this your new 'pet'? It… it's really small? Compared to your other 'pets'—"
Helpless, Watson first gave the young girl an apologetic look, then said to Coulson: "That's right, its name is Braised Egg. It just greeted you. Alright, my 'dear'! Coulson! Shall we talk outside?!"
Seeing this, the young girl had no choice but to leave, but before leaving, she slipped a note into Watson's hand, made a phone gesture, and gave him a flirtatious wink.
Watson, who readily accepted, led Coulson to a corner.
No longer paying attention to the giggling coming from the young girls.
Watson, who had just stopped, turned and said fiercely to Coulson: "Alright, Coulson, now! Not only did you make me lose two delicious burgers, you also made this world lose a beautiful night!
If you don't give me a good reason, I'll let you experience the same 'wonderful journey' as Clinton!"
"Cough… cough, cough! Please, don't be like that, I'm a friend, aren't I? At most, I'll 'apologize' to you next time?"
"What?! Shit! You 'apologize' to me!? I didn't realize you were that kind of person!"
"Stop messing around, buddy! I'm not gay! It's just that I know a 'secret hideout'! I think you'll definitely like it!"
Watson raised an eyebrow: "Hmm? Secret hideout? Is it the legitimate kind? If not, I'm not going!"
"I swear to God! Absolutely legitimate!"
Braised Egg looked at the two with a confused expression: "Meow?"
Hearing Coulson's words, Watson smiled with satisfaction: "Hmm, alright then, what's the matter?"
Coulson took out a small notebook and handed it to Watson, saying: "We want to hire you as our Special Consultant for Strategic and Tactical Support. You will enjoy the rights of a senior agent, and without restrictions."
"—What kind of consultant? Why do all your titles have to be so long? Is it to hypnotize the enemy by announcing your name before battle?"
Completely unable to refute— "—Perhaps… it's to be more precise?"