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Chapter 79 Picking Up the Girl at the Airport and Growing Up

Jon Snow completely forgot about the little incident where he encountered Professor X and Wolverine.

Jon Snow is currently considering how to deal with a certain woman who is related to him by blood and is rather talkative in the near future.

"That's enough," Jon rubbed his temples. "How are we supposed to deal with her?"

The thought of facing Pepper's barrage of questions upon returning to New York made his expression contort.

"That woman is... such a nuisance." Jon pursed his lips, but a slight smile played on his lips. "Oh well, we'll just have to deal with it as it comes."

Just then, a heavily modified bread truck suddenly braked sharply in front of him, and the back door automatically popped open.

"Hey handsome, want a ride?" Skye leaned out of the driver's seat, winked at him, and teased, "What are you spacing out for, boss?"

"Perfect timing, rookie."

Jon's gloomy face instantly relaxed.

He deftly closed the back door and instead went around to the passenger seat and got in.

After fastening his seatbelt with a click, his expression turned grim again.

As if the vehicle were his enemy, Jon instinctively tensed up.

"Jon?" Skye looked him over suspiciously. "Why do you look so nervous?"

"Um?"

She suddenly reached out and pinched Jon's chin, turning it from side to side, but her gaze was fixed on his neck.

Skye, who had watched too many TV dramas, unconsciously began to analyze things in her mind.

Hmm, no suspicious marks, but the facial features seem softer than before... and the muscles are more...

"Hey, what are you doing?" Jon frowned and shook off her hand, saying in a low voice, "Miss Skye, could you please stop touching me like that?"

"Oh, sorry." Skye snapped out of her daze and quickly withdrew her hand. "I was just... a little worried about you."

"Uh." She shrugged, trying to cover it up, and chuckled dryly. "The kind of worry that friends have. After all, you haven't replied to my messages for several days, so..."

"So?" Jon stared at her, then suddenly realized something—wait a minute!

No one knows about his return to New York except for Coulson.

But how did Skye manage to arrive at the airport at such precise time and block him with her car?

Moreover, to avoid becoming a vehicle killer, he didn't take a commercial flight at all, but instead chose to fly with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Quinjet.

Because it's faster and safer, much safer than civil aviation.

So the question now is, how did Skye manage to track his schedule? Could it be that...?

Jon already had an answer in his mind, and he said with certainty, "Skye! You've hacked into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database again, haven't you?"

"Of course not!"

Skye instinctively lied, but was defeated by Jon's sharp gaze.

"Oh my god." She took a deep breath, then threw up her hands in a defiant gesture: "Fine, I admit it! I hacked in."

"But who told you not to reply to my messages for three whole days? Usually when you're busy at noon, you'd at least reply with an 'uh-huh'! But those few days, you didn't even reply with that!"

"Hiss..." Jon gasped, scratching his head in frustration.

What's going on now? Wasn't he in the right just now? In the blink of an eye, he's in the wrong?

So Jon decided to put the matter aside for the time being.

"Let's put the hacking into S.H.I.E.L.D. aside for now. Have you cleaned up all the traces of your intrusion?"

"All the event logs have been deleted, and we've kept track of everything, leaving no loose ends."

Skye was very confident, saying that as a hacker who had previously broken into the Pentagon, this was a piece of cake.

"That's good." Jon breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He wasn't worried about hacking the database; his biggest concern was that Hydra within S.H.I.E.L.D. was targeting Skye.

If those lunatics discover her hacking talent, they will definitely do anything to bring her back.

Then we can use brainwashing and control them, and a Hydra loyalist will be freshly produced.

Thinking of this, Jon looked at Skye seriously and said with utmost earnestness, "You absolutely cannot hack in again, understand? And the traces must be completely cleaned up."

"But my parents' information... I...."

Skye bit her lip, her fingers twisting nervously together, clearly very conflicted.

"Ugh, that's enough."

Jon sighed and, without hesitation, pulled an ID card from his pocket and handed it over.

"Here you go, this is my LV.5 access pass at S.H.I.E.L.D., it'll be safer to use this in the future."

"But..." he paused, then advised in a low voice, "Regarding your parents... I suggest we stop here, it's too dangerous."

"Why?" Skye looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with confusion yet also with trust in Jon. "Is it really... that dangerous?"

"Yes." Jon nodded and explained to her, "Those files are stored in Fury's private database. You know Fury, right?"

"Is that the one-eyed turtle that knocked me out with a tranquilizer dart?" Skye asked with a vengeful look. "I remember it very clearly."

"It's him." Jon's expression was complicated and he seemed very conflicted. "Although I don't want to admit it, that guy... is indeed formidable."

"A world-class agent, the king of spies, with top-notch strategic thinking and on-the-spot reaction skills."

"And your parents' information," he looked Skye straight in the eye, "was marked as top secret by him. Do you understand what that means?"

Skye's expression froze. She slowly lowered her head, her bangs obscuring her eyes, and her fingers unconsciously tightened around the ID card.

Did my words hurt her? What should I do? Should I go and comfort her? I just can't bring myself to say it, this is so troublesome!

Jon pursed his lips, his gaze shifting uncertainly, clearly conflicted.

Despite his outward composure, his inner world was a complete mess, a tangled ball of emotions.

Good heavens, he has almost zero experience dealing with women in his entire life.

Sigi Q, Jolyne, Amys, Jing, Pepper, that's all.

After all, it would be good enough if an ordinary person didn't run away when they saw his sinister face, let alone communicate with him.

While Jon was at a loss, Skye had already quickly regained her composure.

Her experience of growing up on the streets made her understand better than anyone that wanting to see her parents was one thing, but saving her life was another.

When the two conflict, the answer is obvious: life is more important.

Skye reassured herself, "I believe her parents will understand."

After a while.

"Jon, I'm alright." Skye tossed her hair, the gloom on her face vanishing. "Shall we go?"

""

"Let's go, let's go? You're alright? Okay, let's go then."

Jon was taken aback, but visibly relaxed, then stared nervously at the steering wheel again.

"You have the keys, right? By the way... this car should be fine, I mean, I mean, security."

"Hmm?" Skye turned the key, raised an eyebrow at him, and asked, puzzled, "Are you implying something? Why are you so jumpy?"

"It's nothing," Jon said, quickly grabbing the newspaper from the passenger seat and changing the subject. "Was this for me?"

"It was prepared for you, but..." Skye muttered as she stepped on the gas, "You've been acting strange these past few days."

During the journey, Jon stared at the date on the newspaper, his eyes quickly turning to surprise.

The date on the newspaper is April 20th, which means...!

Two days ago was...his birthday? So he's officially an adult now?

Very good!

From now on, Tony can no longer call him "kid" and has to call him Mr. Jon properly.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

Now it's my turn to urge others on, haha.

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