Chapter 33: Delicious and Filling

Schiller's consideration of Peter's stay was a little too superficial.

Indeed, Spider-Man is kind, brave and determined, but Peter also has the problems that all big boys of this age have, such as reversing day and night, indulging in games, not sleeping at night and not getting up in the morning.

Perhaps because of the spider mutation, Peter has a big appetite and is addicted to all kinds of American burgers and fried chicken. Schiller thinks 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 energy you have spent sparring with Steve recently, but no human being can want to have another bucket of porridge after eating five pots of rice."

Peter put down the 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 fully healed. Peter quickly stood up to help him. Matt said, "He is growing up now, so it is reasonable for him to eat more, but kid, you have to promise me that after eating, go exercise quickly. If you don't want to be fat like a ball, you'd better not stay in your room playing games all day."

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

Pikachu retorted with a Deadpool voice: "How can you blame me? This sticky boy is as thin as a bean sprout, and he is not good at playing games. Every time I play hot-blooded fighting with him, I have to let him use one hand, and in armed raids, the onions you cut in the morning are better than him at aiming at the enemy..."

Before Pikachu finished speaking, Peter covered his mouth with his hand, and Schiller said: "There is no rice in the clinic, and I can only buy it tomorrow, so you can solve your own dinner tonight."

Peter wailed, and Schiller wiped the water drops on his hands and said: "Not only your dinner, but also my dinner."

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

"Of course, and I have a good place. This is one of the benefits they provide me. I heard that the food there is not very delicious, but it will definitely fill you up."

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

The International Defense Headquarters of SHIELD is located in New York. The entrance is in a telephone booth not far from Manhattan. However, after entering the telephone booth, the elevator will turn around and around, and I don't know where it will go.

Schiller has a gray fog sensing system, and vaguely feels that it is almost in the suburbs before the elevator stops.

Schiller and Peter walked down the elevator. Coulson stood in front of them to welcome them and said, "As you can see, welcome to the International Reception Center of SHIELD. It is dedicated to receiving various external members of SHIELD and is also a place for elite field agents."

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

"Yes, the employee cafeteria is always free, and the coffee is also free, but the espresso here may not meet your standards. If you have high requirements for coffee, I can report to the higher-ups." Coulson said with a smile.

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

Coulson led Schiller and Peter through the hall and then through the living area. The decoration here is not too sci-fi style, but more like a minimalist Nordic style, and a lot of fabric decorations are used, which looks quite 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 spaceship for 24 hours?"

Although Peter didn't answer, it can be seen that this place does not quite meet his expectations of SHIELD.

Coulson is a smart man. He said, "If you officially join SHIELD, you will have the opportunity to go to the headquarters, which will surprise you."

Before Peter asked, they came to the restaurant. It was a bit sci-fi, because there was no chef, but rows of food were placed on various conveyor belts and turned out from various windows.

"Is it a buffet?" Schiller asked.

"General agents don't have much time to wait for the chef to cook, so it's all buffet here, but you can rest assured that cuisine from all over the world can be found here, and the taste is pretty good."

"Just what I want." Schiller said.

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

Coulson smiled and said, "S.H.I.E.L.D. is not so poor that the agents will not be able to eat enough. Go, kid, you can't eat as fast as the assembly line here."

Schiller smiled slightly.

Three hours later, Natasha walked in from the door with the phone. She cursed at the headache: "Don't you know that I am on a mission to follow Stark? ... And what nonsense are you talking about? When did SHIELD change the contract? What treaty can't we provide? Do I need to rush back to change it now?!"

While she was on the phone, she walked quickly to the restaurant. She pushed open the door and said: "Coulson! Damn it, you'd better give me a legitimate reason, otherwise I will definitely complain to the director that you are interfering with my work..."

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

This is not an exaggerated adjective, but a fact. The entire circular restaurant is very large, about several thousand square meters, but at this time, the middle of the restaurant has been blocked because of the large pile of plates in the middle, which directly hit the ceiling, like a huge pyramid.

This pile of plates is at least as high as three people, and dozens of people can't hold it even if they hold hands. Judging from the situation on the field, it seems that they haven't finished eating yet.

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

Coulson leaned against a bar somewhat weakly. He said: "The employee meal benefit in the contract should really be changed..."

Natasha looked up and down at the pile of plates. She said: "I remember this one, but employees themselves cannot bring outsiders, right? How many people did he bring? It shouldn't be a company?"

Coulson pointed, and Natasha walked around the pile of plates and found only three figures, two big and one small.

Peter had been defeated and dozed off in his chair. Pikachu was a little depressed, but he still threw plates one after another to the top of the plate mountain.

Only Schiller, who had the gray fog, was not afraid of not being able to finish eating so much food, or he just put the food into the gray fog and stored it, but just decomposed it and didn't eat it at all.

In short, he came here to buy goods.

Of course, Gray Mist also enjoyed the meal very much. He ate at least dozens of kilograms of 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 was happily repeating the magic song he learned from TV in Schiller's mind.

Natasha blinked and was speechless for a while.

"Hey, is the restaurant open as usual? I just came back from running. There is basil beef tonight..."

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

Coulson didn't say a word, covered his face, raised his arms, and Captain America also bypassed the pile of plates and saw the three people who were eating their shells.

"Hmm..." Captain America pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, then looked at Natasha and said, "Don't tell me that all the food in the restaurant has been eaten by them."

Natasha showed a fake smile, and she slapped the top of the food delivery robot next to her, and a panel popped 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, consider where to eat tomorrow morning and tomorrow afternoon."

Schiller stood up like nothing happened, and said, "Thank you for the hospitality, I think the employee benefits here are really good, but it's a pity that time is a bit tight today. After all, I have a friend who is hungry, and I have to pack some for him to take back. Let's stop here for lunch first."

Natasha stopped him and said, "Although SHIELD is not unable to pay for these foods, you have to give us some time to restock if you eat here. During this time, other agents will have nothing to eat. Do you have the heart to let your colleagues go hungry? "

Steve said: "Can't you see it? Of course he has the heart. He even has the heart to let his friends go hungry. I wanted to have a big steak, but now it seems that I can't even get a French fry."

Schiller snapped his fingers, and Pikachu put down the last beef patty. He jumped on Schiller's shoulder. Schiller smiled and said: "I have a good place to recommend you. It's a benefit for my other job. Although the food there is not very delicious, it will definitely fill you up."

Natasha and Steve narrowed their eyes together.

Five hours later, Stark looked at the piles of plates in the middle of his employee cafeteria. He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

Jarvis spoke up, "I don't think you want to hear the details of food losses, but I must say that if no new food reserves are delivered before 10 o'clock, all employees in the company will have to go hungry tomorrow."

Stark took a deep breath. He could already imagine Pepper complaining to a bunch of employees and getting angry at him tomorrow.

He was wearing armor, clanking through the pile of plates, and then looked at several people lying on their backs in chairs, and said, "Very good, you have caused the first food crisis in Stark Industries in a hundred years. If Pepper gets angry with me tomorrow, I will definitely punch each of you."

Schiller said, "Don't be nervous, we will just go buy more."

"It's almost 9 o'clock now, where do you ask the purchasing staff to buy things? And our transport vehicles are all out of service, how can we transport them after we buy them?"

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

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

Stark never dreamed that the first mission 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 cursed as he flew: "Damn it, don't let my fans see Iron Man in this embarrassing state. Please, am I a nanny robot? Or 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 was hanging with a dozen large shopping bags all over his body, and the two people flying between high-rise buildings behind him also hung various large family-sized food bags.

And 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 as hard as rubber bands!!!"