Schiller was still a little too superficial about Peter's arrival to stay.

Indeed, Spider-Man is kind, brave and firm, but similarly, Peter also has problems with older boys of this age, such as being reversal day and night, being addicted to games, not sleeping at night, and not getting up in the morning.

Perhaps it is the reason for the spider mutation. Peter has a lot of appetite and is addicted to various 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 physical energy you have spent with Steve recently, but no human can want to have another big bucket of porridge after eating five pots of rice."

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

Matt limped into the door. His injury had not healed yet. Peter quickly stood up and helped him. Matt said, "He is growing now, so it's okay to eat more, but boy, you have to promise me that after eating, go exercise quickly. If you don't want to be fat as a ball, it's better not to stay in your room and play games all day."

Schiller also picked up Pikachu and said, "I guess you were the one who broke Peter, whether you were eating so much at once or playing games with your controller every day..."

Pikachu retorted in the voice of a deadpool: "How can I blame me? This sticky boy is as thin as bean sprouts, and he is very good at playing games. Every time I play a passionate battle with him, I have to let him have one hand and an armed raid. The onions you cut in the morning are better than him to aim at the enemy..."

Before Pikachu finished speaking, Peter covered his mouth. Schiller said, "There is no rice in the clinic, so I can only buy it tomorrow, so you can solve the supper tonight."

Peter let out a wail, and Schiller wiped the water droplets from his hands and said, "Not only your supper, but mine is the same."

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

"Of course, and I have a good place. This is one of the onboarding benefits they provide to me. I heard that the dishes there are not very delicious, but they must be full."

"Hmph." Peter snorted contemptuously, and he said, "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, with the entrance at a telephone booth not far from Manhattan. However, after entering the telephone booth, the elevator will turn around and don’t know where it will drive.

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

Schiller and Peter walked out of the elevator, and Colson stood in front of them to welcome them, saying: "As you can see, welcome to the International Reception Center of SHIELD, which is dedicated to the reception of various SHIELD external members, and is also a place for elite field agents."

Schiller looked at the watch and said, "I think you should be able to cash out the benefits written on the contract when you started your job?"

"Yes, the staff cafeteria is always free, and coffee is also free, but the concentration here may not meet the standards you want. If you have high requirements for coffee, I can report it to the top." Colson 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 glass of water."

Colson led Schiller and Peter through the hall and then through the living area. The decoration here did not have any strong science fiction style, but it looked a bit like a minimalist Nordic style. It also used a lot of fabric decorations, which looked quite comfortable.

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

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

Although Peter did not answer, it can be seen that this place does not meet his expectations for S.H.E.L.D.

Colson is a personal genius, he said: "If you officially join SHIELD, you will have the opportunity to go to the headquarters and it will surprise you."

Before Peter could ask, they arrived at the restaurant, which was a bit sci-fi, because there was no chef, but rows of food placed on various conveyor belts and turned out from various windows.

"Is it a buffet?" Schiller asked.

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

"It's just my wish," Schiller said.

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

Colson smiled and said, "S.H.I.E.L.D. is not so poor that it will make the agents unable 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 her phone, and she scolded at the head: "Don't you know I'm carrying out the mission of following Stark?... Also, what nonsense are you talking about? When did SHIELD change the contract? Is there a treaty we can't provide? I still need to rush back and change it now?!"

While she was calling, she walked to the restaurant quickly. She pushed open the door and said, "Colson! Damn it, you'd better give me a legitimate reason, otherwise I will definitely complain to the director about your interference in my work..."

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

This is not an exaggerated adjective, but the fact that the entire circular restaurant is very large, about a few thousand square meters, but at this time, the middle of the restaurant was blocked, because the large pile of plates in the middle were directly pressed to the ceiling, like a huge pyramid.

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

Natasha stepped over the wreckage of food and patted a smoked food delivery robot. She said in shock: "What's wrong? Nick Fury finally plans to raise dinosaurs in S.H.E.L.D.?"

Colson leaned on a bar powerlessly, and said, "The employee meal benefits on 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 employees themselves cannot bring outsiders, right? How many people did he bring? Could there be a company?"

Colson reached out and Natasha walked around the pile of dishes and found only two big and one small three figures.

Peter was defeated and leaned on the chair and dozed. Pikachu was slightly depressed, but he still threw the plate one after another at the top of the plate mountain.

Only Schiller, who has the gray fog, is not afraid of not being able to finish so much food, or he just puts the food into the gray fog and stores it, but it is broken down and doesn't eat it at all.

Simply put, he came here to purchase goods.

Of course, Gray Mist was also very happy to eat some desserts with chocolate, syrup and pickled fruit. He ate at least a few dozen kilograms. Schiller also made an exception and let him drink a little of fear gas concentrate. At this moment, he was in Schiller's mind, happily circulating the magical song he learned from TV.

Natasha blinked, but couldn't speak for a moment.

"Hey, is the restaurant open normally? I just came back from running and I have basil beef tonight..."

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

Colson didn't say anything, covered his face and raised his arm. Captain America also walked around the pile of dishes and saw three people who had eaten the tilted shell.

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

Natasha showed a smirk without laughing. She slapped the head of the food delivery robot next to her and a panel popped up.

After reading it, she said, "It's great. Now we can decide which restaurant in New York to have dinner, and by the way, we will consider where to eat tomorrow morning and tomorrow noon."

Schiller stood up like a person who was fine and said, "Thank you for the hospitality. I think the benefits of the staff here are really good. Unfortunately, the time is a bit rushed today. After all, I have a friend who is hungry. I have to pack some for him and get here for lunch."

Natasha stopped him and said, "Although SHIELD cannot afford the cost of these foods, you have to give us some time to purchase goods when you have a meal here. During the purchase, other agents have no food. Do you have the heart to make your colleagues hungry?"

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

Schiller snapped his fingers, Pikachu put down the last piece of beef patty, and he jumped on Schiller's shoulder. Schiller smiled and said, "I have a good place to recommend it to you, which is the starting benefit of my other job. Although the food there is not very delicious, I must be full."

Natasha and Steve squinted their eyes together.

Five hours later, Stark looked at the piles of plates in the middle of his staff cafeteria. He opened his mouth and didn't say anything.

Jarvis spoke next to him, saying: "I think you don't really want to hear the detailed food loss now, but I must say that if there is no new grain reserves delivered before 10 o'clock, then the entire company's employees will have to go hungry tomorrow."

Stark took a deep breath, and he could already imagine Pepper tomorrow's complaints to a large number of employees and getting angry at him.

He wore armor, slammed through the pile of dishes, then looked at a few people who were tilting their belly on the chair and said, "Very good, you have made Stark Industrial Group the first food crisis in a century. If Pepper gets angry at me tomorrow, I will definitely punch you one of them."

Schiller said: "Don't be nervous, let's go and 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, so how do you transport them if you buy them?"

"Please! One Captain America, two super agents, one Spider-Man and one Iron Man, can't you still carry any food?"

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

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

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

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash light lit up.

The next day, the front page of the New York Times was that Iron Man had more than a dozen shopping bags hanging all over his body, and two people who were flying between the tall buildings behind him were also hung with food bags of various family clothes.
Chapter completed!