In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 33: Delicious and full

Regarding the matter of Peter coming to borrow, Schiller's consideration is still too superficial.

Indeed, Spider-Man is kind, brave and determined, but likewise, Peter also has the problems that big boys of this age have, such as day and night upside down, addicted to games, staying up at night, and getting up in the morning.

It may be 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 this continues, he will become fat from a spider to a crab.

Schiller knocked on the edge of the pot and said, "Listen, I don't care how much physical energy you have spent training against Steve recently, but any human being can't want to have another round of rice after eating five pots of rice." Big bucket of porridge."

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 to help him, Matt said: "He is growing now, he should eat more, but boy, you You have to promise me, after eating, go to exercise quickly, if you don’t want to get fat into a ball, it’s best not to stay in your room and play games all day.”

Schiller also picked up Pikachu and said, "I guess it's because you've brought Peter down, whether it's eating so much food in one go, or playing games with the controller every day..."

Pikachu retorted with a Deadpool voice: "How can you blame me? This sticky kid is as thin as bean sprouts, and he is very good at playing games. Let him have one hand, and armed surprise, the onion you cut in the morning is better than him targeting the enemy..."

Before Pikachu finished speaking, Peter covered his mouth, and Schiller said: "There is no more rice in the clinic, so I can only buy it tomorrow, so you can solve the dinner by yourself tonight." Let's go."

Peter wailed, and Schiller wiped the drops of water on his hands and said, "Not only your dinner, but mine as well."

"Shall we go out to eat?" Peter asked.

"Of course, and I have a good place. This is one of the entry benefits they provide me. I heard that although the food there is not very delicious, you must be full."

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

The International Defense Headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D. is located in New York. The entrance is in a phone booth not far from Manhattan.

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

Schiller and Peter got off the elevator, and Coulson stood in front of them to welcome them and said, "As you can see, welcome to the International Reception Center of S.H.I.E.L.D. It is also a foothold 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?"

"Yes, the staff canteen is always free, and the coffee is also free, but the espresso here may not meet the standard you want. If you have high requirements for coffee, I can report to the superior." Elson said with a smile.

"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 cup of water."

Colson led Schiller and Peter through the hall, and then through the living area. The decoration here is not too strong in sci-fi style, but more like a minimalist Nordic style, with a lot of fabrics The decor looks reasonably comfortable.

Peter looked up and down, a little disappointed, and said: "I thought you would work in a place like an alien spaceship."

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

Although Peter didn't answer, it could be seen that this place did not meet his expectations for S.H.I.E.L.D.

Coulson is a fine person, he said: "If you officially join S.H.I.E.L.D., you will have the opportunity to go to the headquarters, which will surprise you."

Before Peter could ask, they came to the restaurant, which was a bit like science fiction, because there was no cook, but rows of food were placed on various conveyor belts and turned 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 dishes from all over the world can be found here, and the taste is not bad."

"Just what I want," Schiller said.

Peter rubbed his stomach, and Schiller patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go, Peter, I think you can make them regret giving me this entry benefit."

Coulson smiled and said: "The S.H.I.E.L.D. is not so poor that the agents can't get 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 through the door with a phone in her hand. She cursed at the headache: "Don't you know that I'm on a mission to follow Stark? ... Also, are you saying What nonsense? When did S.H.I.E.L.D. change the contract? Are there any treaties that we can’t provide? I need to rush back now to change?!”

While she was on the phone, she walked quickly to the restaurant, opened the door and said, "Colson! Damn it, you'd better give me a valid reason, or I will definitely complain to the director that you interfere with my work ..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the mountains 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, but at this time, the middle of the restaurant has been blocked. Straight to the ceiling, like a huge pyramid.

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

Natasha stepped over a pile of food wreckage and patted a smoking food delivery robot. She said in shock: "What's wrong? Nick Fury is finally planning to raise dinosaurs in S.H.I.E.L.D. Already?!"

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

Natasha looked up and down the pile of plates with her eyes, and she said: "I remember this one, but the employee himself is not allowed to bring outsiders, right? How many people did he bring? There shouldn't be a company, right? "

Coulson pointed out, and Natasha walked around the pile of plates, only to find that there were only three figures, one big, one small, three figures.

Peter had already lost the battle, and he was dozing off on the chair. Pikachu was slightly slumped, but he still threw the plates to the top of the plate mountain one after another.

Only Schiller, who owns the gray fog, is not afraid that he will not be able to eat so much food, or he just put the food in the gray fog and stored it, but it was decomposed and he didn't eat it at all.

To put it simply, he came here to buy goods.

Of course, Gray Fog was also very happy to eat. Some desserts with chocolate, syrup and pickled fruits, he ate at least dozens of kilograms. Schiller also made an exception and let him drink a little bit of fear gas concentrate At the moment, he is in Schiller's mind, happily looping the magical divine comedy he learned from TV.

Natasha blinked, but didn't speak for a while.

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

As soon as Captain America opened the door, he was also 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 I plan to realize this wish now..."

Without saying a word, Coulson covered his face and raised his arms. Captain America also walked around the pile of plates and saw the three people who ate the shells.

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

Natasha showed a smirk that wasn't real. She slapped the food delivery robot next to her hard, and a panel popped up.

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

Schiller stood up like a normal person, and he said: "Thank you for the hospitality, I think the employee benefits here are really good, but it's a pity that today's time is a bit rushed, after all, I still have a friend who is hungry, I have to pack him back Some, let’s come here for lunch first.”

Natasha stopped him and said: "Although S.H.I.E.L.D. can't afford the food, but if you eat here, you have to give us some time to stock up. Agents have nothing to eat, do you have the heart to let your colleagues go hungry?"

Steve said, "Can't you see that? Of course he has the heart. He even has the heart to starve his friend. I wanted a big steak, but now it looks like I'll eat a chip Not anymore."

Schiller snapped his fingers, Pikachu put down the last piece of beef patty, he jumped on Schiller's shoulder, Schiller smiled and said, "I have a good place to recommend to you, that's from my other job The entry benefits, although the food there is not very delicious, but you must be satisfied."

Natasha and Steve squinted together.

After another five hours, Stark looked at the pile of plates piled up in the middle of his staff cafeteria, he opened his mouth, but remained speechless.

Jarvis spoke from the side, and he said: "I think you don't really want to hear the detailed food loss now, but I have to say, if there is no new food reserve delivered before 10:00, then Tomorrow, all the employees in the company will have to go hungry~IndoMTL.com~ Stark took a deep breath, he could already imagine Pepper complaining to a lot of employees tomorrow and getting angry at him.

Wearing a battle armor, he clattered through the pile of plates, then looked at a few people who were lying on their chairs and turned their stomachs, and said, "Very good, you have made the Stark Industries Group appear for the first time in a century. There is a food crisis, if Pepper gets angry with me tomorrow, I will give each of you a punch."

Schiller said: "Don't be nervous, we will go shopping 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 do we transport them when we buy them?"

"Please! One Captain America, two super agents, one Spiderman and one Iron Man, can't you carry a little food?"

Two hours later, everyone flew back with big bags and small bags.

Stark never dreamed that the first task of the superhero team was to go to the nearest supermarket, buy a lot of food, and then fly back with countless shopping bags.

Stark scolded while flying: "Damn it, don't let my fans see Iron Man's embarrassment, please, am I a nanny robot? Or a housewife rice cooker?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of flash lights went on.

The next day, the front page of the "New York Times" showed that Iron Man had more than a dozen large shopping bags hanging all over his body, and the two people flying between tall buildings behind him also had various home-sized food items hanging on them. big bag.

And Pepper, she yelled at Stark on the top floor of the Stark Building: "You are so **** busy!! The high-gluten flour you bought back made all the bread and cakes in the meals of the employees They are as hard as rubber bands!!!”