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Regarding the matter of Peter coming to stay, Schiller's consideration was still a little superficial.

It is true that Spider-Man is kind, brave and determined, but at the same time, Peter also has the problems that big boys of this age have, such as reversing day and night, being addicted to games, not sleeping at night, and not getting up in the morning.

Perhaps due to the mutation of the spider, Peter eats a lot and is addicted to all kinds of American burgers and fried chicken. Schiller feels that if he continues like this, he will become a crab from a spider.

Schiller knocked on the edge of the pot and said: "Listen, I don't care how much energy you have spent sparring with Steve recently, but no human being can want a large bucket of porridge after eating five pots of rice. "

Peter put down his rice bowl, touched his stomach and said, "I never dreamed that I could eat so much. I suspect there is a black hole in my stomach."

Matt limped into the door. His injury was not completely healed. Peter quickly stood up and helped him. Matt said: "He is growing now, and he should eat more, but boy, you have to promise me , After eating, go exercise quickly. If you don’t want to become a fat ball, you’d better not stay in your room and play games all day long.”

Schiller also picked up Pikachu and said, "I guess you are the one who led Peter astray, whether it was eating so much in one go or holding the controller and playing games every day..."

Pikachu retorted with a Deadpool voice: "How can you blame me? This slimy boy is as thin as a bean sprout, and he is very good at playing games. Every time I play hot-blooded fighting with him, I have to let him One hand, and an armed raid, you'll cut more onions in the morning than he will target the enemy..."

Before Pikachu could finish speaking, Peter covered his mouth. Schiller said, "There is no more rice in the clinic. We have to buy it tomorrow, so you can take care of dinner tonight."

Peter let out a wail, and Schiller wiped the water from his hands and said: "Not only your supper, but mine as well."

"Are we going out to eat?" Peter asked.

"Of course, and I have a good place. This is one of the benefits they provided me. I heard that although the food there is not very delicious, it will definitely satisfy me."

"Humph." Peter snorted contemptuously and said, "Then they are still too young. I feel like I can swallow ten cows now."

SHIELD's International Defense Headquarters is located in New York. The entrance is in a phone booth not far from Manhattan. However, after entering the phone booth, the elevator will twist and turn, and you don't know where it goes.

Schiller had a gray fog sensor system, and he vaguely felt that he was almost reaching the suburbs before the elevator stopped.

Schiller and Peter walked off the elevator, and Coulson stood in front of them to welcome them and said: "As you can see, welcome to SHIELD's International Reception Center, which is dedicated to reception of various SHIELD external recruits. member, and also a landing place for elite field agents.”

Schiller looked at his watch and said, "I think you will honor the benefits written in the contract when you joined the company, right?"

"Yes, the staff canteen is always free, and the coffee is also free, but the espresso here may not meet the standards you want. If you have high requirements for coffee, I can report it to my superiors." Colson smiled. said.

"No, no need." Schiller waved his hand and said, "I really don't have any hope for the coffee taste of people who like to drink a glass of water."

Colson led Schiller and Peter through the hall, and then through the living area. The decoration here did not have a strong science fiction style, but more like a minimalist Nordic style, and also used a lot of fabric decoration. Look It's quite comfortable to get up.

Peter looked up and down, a little disappointed, and said, "I thought you would be working in a place that looks like an alien spaceship."

"Uh... the International Defense Headquarters and some scientific research headquarters are like that, but this is just a reception center. It is a place for field agents to eat and rest. Do you think it is a good idea to stay in an alien spacecraft 24 hours a day?"

Although Peter didn't answer, it was obvious that this place did not meet his expectations for SHIELD.

Coulson is a genius. He said: "If you officially join SHIELD, you will have the opportunity to go to the headquarters. It will surprise you."

Before Peter could ask, they arrived at the restaurant, which felt a bit like science fiction because there was no cook, but rows of food placed on various conveyor belts and rotated out of various windows.

"Is it a buffet?" Schiller asked.

"Ordinary agents don't have much time to wait for the chef to cook, so here is a buffet. But you can rest assured that you can find dishes from all over the world here, and they all taste pretty good."

"Just what I wanted," Schiller said.

Peter touched his belly, and Schiller patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go ahead, Peter, I think you can make them regret giving me this entry-level benefit."

Coulson smiled and said: "SHIELD is not so poor that the agents will not have enough to eat. Go ahead, kid, you can't eat as fast as the assembly line here."

Schiller smiled.

Three hours later, Natasha walked in from the door with the phone in hand. She cursed at the head: "Don't you know that I am on a mission to follow Stark? ...Also, what nonsense are you talking about? When did S.H.I.E.L.D. change the contract? Is there any contract that we can’t provide? Do you still need me to come back and change it now?”

While she was on the phone, she quickly walked to the restaurant. She opened the door and said, "Colson! Damn it, you better give me a legitimate reason, otherwise I will complain to the director about your interference with my work..."

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As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the mountain-like pile of plates in the middle of the restaurant.

This is not an exaggerated adjective, but a fact. The entire ring-shaped restaurant is very large, about several thousand square meters. However, at this time, the middle of the restaurant has been blocked. The reason is that there are a lot of plates in the middle. It reaches the ceiling, like a huge pyramid.

This pile of plates was at least as high as three people, and dozens of people couldn't hold it even if they held their hands. Looking at the situation on the field, it seemed that they hadn't finished eating yet.

Natasha stepped over a pile of food remains and patted a smoking food delivery robot. She said in shock: "What's going on? Nick Fury finally plans to raise dinosaurs in SHIELD?! "

Colson leaned weakly on a bar and said, "The employee meal benefits in the contract should really be changed..."

Natasha looked up and down at the pile of plates and said, "I remember this, but the employee himself can't bring outsiders, right? How many people did he bring? There shouldn't be a company, right?"

Colson stretched out his hand and Natasha walked around the pile of plates and found that there were only three figures, two large and one small.

Peter was defeated and dozed off while leaning on his chair. Pikachu was slightly slumped, but he still threw the plates to the top of the plate mountain one after another.

Only Schiller, with the gray mist, was not afraid of not being able to finish eating so much food. In other words, he just put the food in the gray mist and stored it, but it just decomposed and didn't eat it at all.

To put it simply, he is here to stock up.

Of course, Gray Fog also ate very happily. He ate at least dozens of kilograms of some desserts with chocolate, syrup and pickled fruits. Schiller also made an exception and let him drink a little bit of fear gas concentrate. At this moment, he In Schiller's mind, he was happily replaying the magical song he learned from TV.

Natasha blinked, but didn't say anything for a moment.

"Hey, is the restaurant open? I just came back from a run and there's basil beef tonight..."

As soon as Captain America opened the door, he was stunned. He said in shock: "I knew it. Nick told me decades ago that he wanted to raise elephants, but I didn't expect that he planned to realize it now." This wish..."

Coulson didn't say anything. He covered his face and raised his arms. Captain America also walked around the pile of plates and saw the three people who had eaten the shells.

"Well..." Captain America pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, then looked at Natasha and said, "Don't tell me, they have eaten all the food in the restaurant."

Natasha showed a fake smile and slapped the food delivery robot next to her on the head, causing a panel to pop up.

After reading it, she said: "Very good, now we can decide which restaurant in New York to go to for dinner, and by the way, we will also consider where to eat tomorrow morning and tomorrow noon."

Schiller stood up like a normal person and said, "Thank you for the hospitality. I think the employee benefits here are really good. Unfortunately, I am a little pressed for time today. After all, I have a friend who is hungry. I have to pack some lunch for him." Let’s go here first.”

Natasha stopped him and said: "Although SHIELD can't afford the cost of these foods, you have to give us some time to restock when you want to eat here. During the restocking period, other agents can If you don’t have anything to eat, can you bear to let your colleagues go hungry?”

Steve said: "Can't you see? Of course he can't bear it. He even has the heart to let his friends starve. I originally wanted to have a big steak, but now it seems I can't even eat a fries." "

Schiller snapped his fingers, and Pikachu put down the last piece of beef patty. He jumped on Schiller's shoulders. Schiller said with a smile: "I have a good place to recommend to you. That is the entry benefit of my other job. Although the food there is not very delicious, it will definitely satisfy you. ”

Natasha and Steve narrowed their eyes together.

Five more hours later, Stark looked at the piles of plates in the middle of his employee canteen. He opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Jarvis spoke next to him, and said: "I think you don't want to hear the detailed food losses now, but I have to say that if no new food reserves are delivered before 10 o'clock, then the entire company will be affected tomorrow." The employees will just go hungry.”

Stark took a deep breath. He could already imagine Pepper getting angry at him with a lot of employee complaints tomorrow.

Wearing armor, he jingled through the pile of plates, then looked at a few people who were leaning on their chairs and turning their bellies, and said: "Very good, you have caused the first food crisis in Stark Industries in a century." , If Pepper gets angry with me tomorrow, I will definitely punch one of you."

Schiller said: "Don't be nervous, we will just buy it again."

"It's almost 9 o'clock now. Where do you ask the purchasing staff to buy things? And our transport trucks are out of service. How will we transport them after we buy them?"

"Please! With a Captain America, two super agents, a Spider-Man and an Iron Man, can't you still carry some food?"

Two hours later, everyone flew back in large and small bags.

Stark never dreamed that the first mission of the superhero team would be to go to the nearest supermarket, buy a lot of food, and then fly back carrying countless shopping bags.

Stark cursed while flying: "Damn it, I must not let my fans see Iron Man's embarrassment. Please, am I some kind of nanny robot? Or am I a housewife rice cooker?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of light came on.

The next day, the front page headline of the New York Times was that Iron Man had more than a dozen large shopping bags hanging all over his body, and the two people behind him who were leaping between high-rise buildings also had various large family-sized food bags hanging on them.

As for Pepper, she yelled at Stark on the top floor of the Stark building: "You damn busybody!! The high-gluten flour you bought made the bread and cakes in all the employee meals look like rubber. As hard as a muscle!”