I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

"cheers!"

As the two glasses collided, there was a "clang" sound.

In the noisy bar, Lyon and Barton, who were sitting at the corner, were enjoying their leisure time after get off work.

The dim light reflected on Leon's young and handsome face, adding a bit of confusion to him.

If it weren't for the unsmiling man Barton, sitting opposite him, many hot girls in the bar would definitely sit beside Leon with their glasses and their enchanting waists twisted. . .

However, the provocative glances cast from a distance from time to time made the "Hawkeye" who watched Liulu notice the charm of his subordinate.

Watching Leon drank the whisky in his glass in one gulp, Barton's eyes also brightened, "It seems that you have a good amount of alcohol..."

"It's okay. I used to drink more beer when I was in the military school. Since I joined the Rangers, my taste has changed."

After speaking, Leon also picked up the wine bottle, poured wine into the empty glasses of the two of them.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Clint Barton had an inexplicable intimacy.

Although the two have known each other for less than 24 hours, due to Coulson's relationship, as well as the calm attitude and combat skills shown in the mission, Clint Barton has the idea of ​​​​getting to know Leon in depth .

Especially when he saw the other party drinking, it made Clint Barton, a restrained man who didn't like to express his emotions, spontaneously feel like he had met a confidant.

"I've seen your file. With your SAT scores, you can be admitted to any institution of higher learning in the United States, but why did you go to a military academy?" Clint Barton asked casually while touching the rim of the cup.

Hearing this question, Leon was somewhat wary.

This question is not easy to answer. . .

He can't always say that he is a soul from another world; and he also knows that this is a dangerous world where superheroes walk all over the place and aliens invade at every turn; in order to protect himself, he has to do everything possible, Strengthen your combat power. . .

Fortunately, he knew that once he entered the huge intelligence agency of SHIELD, he would definitely be targeted by Hydra and the bald one-eyed dragon of SHIELD.

Therefore, he also prepared a set of excuses for various questions that may be asked.

"Oh, speaking of which, it's because of Uncle Phil."

"Phil?" Clint Barton was a little curious, "Did Phil let you go to military school?"

"No." Leon waved his hand and explained, "You know, Uncle Phil is a huge fan of Captain America, and the walls of his house can't wait to be covered with posters of Captain America."

"And I only have a family like him. Under the influence of my ears and eyes, I naturally became interested in the army he said..."

"It turns out that it is." Clint Barton nodded, expressing understanding.

"However, I didn't expect that I still have some talent in military combat..." Leon boasted with a smile, picked up the glass and drank it.

"Yeah, it's more than a little talent..." Clint Barton muttered in his heart.

At the age of 17, he was admitted to the Virginia Military Academy, a famous military academy. In just two years, he graduated early, becoming the first graduate in the history of the Virginia Military Academy to have "excellent" grades!

At the age of 19, he was specially recruited into the Ranger regiment, and at the fastest speed, he broke the promotion record and became the youngest deputy company commander.

Now, on the first day of entering S.H.I.E.L.D., I planned and participated in a Level 5 rescue mission. . .

Such an achievement, even in the entire elite cluster of S.H.I.E.L.D., is unique.

Clint Barton was a little surprised that Lyon was not proud of his victory and not discouraged by defeat.

Few young people are so composed when they achieve impressive results.

From this point of view, Coulson's task of letting him take care of Leon can be a lot easier. . .

Thinking of this, Clint Barton suddenly thought of something, and asked Leon, "By the way, I heard Phil say that when you were in the Rangers, you were still in the joint competition of the four major forces, and won the first place in the combat special. one."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly looked up and down Leon with the "wretched" gaze that was like seeing a beautiful woman.

Leon was a little nervous when he stared at him, "Um... what's the matter?"

"There is a boxing room near here that I know well, let me see your skills!"

"Uh?!"

Before Leon could react, Clint Barton took out a twenty dollar bill, slapped it on the table, pulled Leon up, and walked out of the bar.

The two walked out of the bar and, under the shroud of night, got into a black Chevrolet Suburban and drove to Queens, New York.

The location of the boxing room is not far from the bar.

The car only drove for less than ten minutes, and stopped in front of an inconspicuous-looking building.

Outside the door of the building, there is an LED sign that is some years old.

Looking at the words on the sign, Leon couldn't help but read out: "Meier Boxing Club?"

"This is a boxing club run by a friend of mine." After a little explanation, Clint Barton walked into the building alone.

Leon looked at Hawkeye's back, shrugged his shoulders, and followed into the building.

Following Hawkeye, who was familiar with the road, the two came to the third floor, which was the floor where the boxing club was located.

Interestingly, the door to the club is locked. Moreover, it was pitch black inside, not like normal business.

"Huh? Didn't the door open today?" Leon turned his head and asked Clint Barton.

However, Clint Barton did not answer him, but bent down, lifted the carpet in front of the door, and took out a key.

"Eh?!" Looking at all this, Leon was a little confused, "How did you know there was a key there?"

Clint Barton took the key to open the door and explained, "When it's not open for business, it's my private use time."

"I see..."

Enter the club, turn on the lights, and the entire boxing room can be seen under the illumination of the lights.

Three boxing rings, in the shape of a triangle, are distributed throughout the space.

Lyon's rough look, the entire club covers an area of ​​at least more than 200 square meters.

Before he could habitually figure out the entire terrain and escape route, Clint Barton took off his jacket, just wore a gray vest, and couldn't wait to board one of the biggest arenas.

"Why are you still standing there? Come on stage!"