大电影双语阅读. Avengers 复仇者联盟 1(txt+pdf+epub+mobi电子书下载)

作者：美国漫威公司

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著　　者 / 美国漫威公司

策划编辑 / 黄娜　施凌霄

制作发行 / 华东理工大学出版社有限公司

书　　号 / ISBN　97

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Nick Fury should have been on the Helicarrier handling his responsibilities as director of S.H.I.E.L.D. The world was full of threats, and the Phase Two Defense Initiative required all his attention. Instead, he was stepping off a helicopter in the New Mexico desert, with his right-hand agent, Maria Hill, right behind him.

Another of his trusted agents, Phil Coulson, met them on the landing pad. The massive S.H.I.E.L.D. research base loomed around them. It was a hive of activity, with low-level alarms sounding and an automated voice echoing over loudspeakers: “All personnel, evacuation order has been confirmed. This is not a drill.”

“How bad is it?” Fury asked, raising his voice over the beating rotors of the helicopter.

“That’s the problem, sir,” Coulson said. “We don’t know.”

He got them up to speed as they rode the elevator down into the subterranean lab complex where S.H.I.E.L.D. had been housing the artifact known as the Tesseract. During World War II, Hydra had tried to use it to power doomsday weapons. Later, Tony Stark’s father, Howard, one of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s founders, had recovered it. Ever since, S.H.I.E.L.D. had been trying to understand its secrets.

Last year, they had made a breakthrough with the assistance of Dr. Erik Selvig, an astrophysicist who had crossed paths with S.H.I.E.L.D. when his protégé Jane Foster had encountered a being from another world. The individual called himself Thor, named after the thunder god of Norse mythology—and, after what had happened following Thor’s arrival on Earth, Nick Fury believed he was legitimate. Whatever this being’s true origin, he had a powerful hammer and he came from a place called Asgard . . . and he had formidable enemies who’d followed him to Earth.

Those enemies were gone, but Fury had learned his lesson. S.H.I.E.L.D. could no longer focus only on threats coming from Earth. They had to be ready for threats coming from anywhere in the universe.

That was why they’d brought Dr. Selvig in to study the Tesseract. If they could harness its power . . .

“Dr. Selvig read an energy surge from the Tesseract four hours ago,” Coulson was saying.

“I didn’t approve going to testing,” Fury said.

Coulson nodded. “He wasn’t testing it. He wasn’t even in the room. Spontaneous event.”

“It just turned itself on?” Hill sounded skeptical.

Fury, as usual, was less interested in how they’d gotten there than in what they were going to do now. “What are the energy levels now?”

“Climbing. When we couldn’t shut it down, we ordered the evac,” Coulson said.

“How long before we get everyone out?”

“Campus should be clear in the next half an hour.”

“It better.”

Fury and Maria Hill continued on toward the main research area. “Sir,” she said as they walked, “evacuation may be futile.”

“We should tell them to go back to sleep?”

“If we can’t control the Tesseract’s energy, there may not be a minimum safe distance.”

“I need you to make sure the Phase Two prototypes are shipped out.”

“Sir, is that really a priority right now?”

“Until such time as the world ends, we will act as though it intends to spin on. Clear out the tech below. Every piece of Phase Two on a truck and gone.”

“Yes, sir.” She took some agents with her and headed for the separate area where the Phase Two prototypes were stored and tested.

Now Fury could focus on Erik Selvig. He stood surrounded by monitors and instruments designed to analyze the forces the Tesseract emitted. “Talk to me, Doctor,” he said.

Selvig acknowledged him briefly and then returned his attention to the monitoring equipment. “Director, the Tesseract is misbehaving.”

“Is that supposed to be funny?”

“No, it’s not funny at all. The Tesseract is not only active, she’s . . . behaving.”

Fury didn’t comment on the doctor characterizing the Tesseract as female. He also wasn’t interested in Selvig’s notions about its personality. It didn’t have a personality. It was a cube containing energy, and all Nick Fury wanted was to know how to control that energy. “I assume you pulled the plug.”

“She’s an energy source. We turn off the power, she turns it back on. If she reaches peak level—”

“We prepared for this, Doctor. Harnessing energy from space.”

“We’re not ready. My calculations are far from complete. And she’s throwing off interference radiation.”

Fury watched the Tesseract in its circular containment shell. Eight separate energy sensors built into a frame supporting that shell were designed to measure and conduct that energy. Those sensors in turn rested on stainless-steel support scaffolding. The whole setup sprouted cables and conduits. These were there to supply energy to the Tesseract in a controlled fashion so Dr. Selvig could analyze its reactions. Now they were all shut down, as Dr. Selvig had said, but even so, the Tesseract glowed with a fierce blue energy. It was starting to spill onto the sensors, arcing like electricity. But it wasn’t electricity. It was something much more exotic.

“Nothing harmful,” Selvig assured him. “Low levels of gamma radiation.”

Fury turned slowly to give him a look. “That can be harmful,” he said softly. S.H.I.E.L.D. knew of at least one instance where runaway gamma radiation had transformed an ordinary human being, Bruce Banner, into a practically indestructible monster, known as the Hulk. New York City was still recovering from the damage caused getting that one back under control.

“Where’s Agent Barton?” he asked.

“The Hawk?” Selvig scoffed, getting Barton’s nickname wrong. “In his nest, as usual.” He pointed up.

Fury looked where he had pointed but didn’t see anything. “Agent Barton,” he said into his mic, “report.” All S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and assets wore miniature microphones at all times. Fury was a big believer in communications.

Hawkeye came sliding down a rope from the distant upper reaches of the lab space. When he got to the ground, Fury was already walking. Hawkeye followed. “I gave you this detail so you could keep a close eye on things,” Fury said as they moved away from Selvig, leaving him to his work.

“Well, I see better from a distance.”

“Have you seen anything that might set this thing off?”

“Doctors,” a tech called from near them. “It’s spiking again.”

“No one’s come or gone, and Selvig’s clean,” Hawkeye said. He and Fury mounted the platform holding the Tesseract’s support structure as the cube crackled. “No contacts, no IMs. If there’s any tampering, sir, it’s not at this end.”

Fury shot him a look. “At this end?”

“Yeah, the cube is a doorway to the other end of space, right? Doors open from both sides.”

This was true, Fury thought. And he already knew that sometimes unwanted visitors came from space.

Behind him, Selvig cursed and pounded on his keyboard.

From the Tesseract came a fresh blast of energy. Everyone in the complex felt it. Those down in the lab could only watch as a vortex formed around the Tesseract, swirling and glowing. It tightened into a focused beam that shot across the length of the lab and blossomed into a sphere. The same blue energy roiled and sparked on the surface of the sphere. It grew, and the sound of the energy got louder. Inside it was a pure blackness, blotting out the test platform and railings where the sphere had appeared.

Something overloaded, and a wave of energy rolled out from it, flashing across the skin of Fury, Hawkeye, and the assembled scientists. They flinched, but they also wanted to see what was going on. . . .

When the energy had faded, a man was left on the platform. He was on one knee with his head tucked into his chest as if riding out a storm. In the silence, they approached him. The energy blast had scattered equipment and materials across the floor.

The man looked up at them and smiled as he stood. He was not a large man, not remarkable in any particular way. He had long black hair and wore black leather clothing, similar to what Fury was wearing. However, he wasn’t a S.H.I.EL.D. agent. Fury didn’t know where he had come from.

Also, the stranger held a kind of spear in his right hand. Set into its head, a gem glowed the same icy blue as the energy that had spilled from the Tesseract.

“Sir,” Fury called as armed S.H.I.E.L.D. agents closed nearer, “please put down the spear.”

The man looked at the spear as if he had only just noticed he had it. Then, slowly, he looked back up at Fury, and a vicious smile spread across his face.

He jabbed the spear in Fury’s direction, and a blast of energy from it knocked Fury and Hawkeye back through a bank of monitors and instruments. The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents opened fire, but the bullets didn’t seem to hurt the man. He leaped, spear held high, and cut a path through the agents. In a very short time, the only people left standing in the lab were him and Hawkeye, who had just scrambled back to his feet. Before Hawkeye could unholster and aim his gun, this strange enemy was somehow already across the room. He caught Hawkeye’s arm and said softly, “You have heart.”

The tip of his spear touched Hawkeye’s chest, not hard enough to hurt him. The gem glowed, and a strange expression came over Hawkeye’s face for a moment. He and the stranger looked each other in the eye, and Fury was amazed to see Hawkeye put his gun away.

Now Nick Fury really knew he was up against something . . . unusual. The only thing he could do was get the Tesseract and try to keep it safe while S.H.I.E.L.D. finished the evacuation and called in some special reinforcements. Tony had to hear about this.

Fury had the Tesseract in a steel carrying case and was taking a step toward the door when the stranger turned to him and said, “Please don’t. I still need that.”

“This doesn’t have to get any messier,” Fury said. He glanced quickly around, trying to figure the quickest way out.

“Of course it does,” the stranger said. “I’ve come too far for anything else.” He drew himself up a little straighter and said, “I am Loki, of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose.”

“Loki?” Dr. Selvig said. He stood up from helping one of his fellow doctors, who was barely awake. “Brother of Thor?”

“We have no quarrel with your people,” Fury said.

Loki acknowledged Selvig and then returned his attention to Fury. “An ant has no quarrel with a boot,” he said.

“Are you planning to step on us?” Fury asked. He already knew this encounter wasn’t going to end well, but if he made it out, he needed to know as much about this Loki as possible.

“I come with glad tidings,” Loki said. “Of a world made free.”

“Free from what?” Fury asked.

Turning back to him, Loki said simply, “Freedom. Freedom is life’s great lie. Once you accept that in your heart . . . ” As he spoke the word “heart,” he turned and touched Selvig’s chest with the tip of his spear, just as he had with Hawkeye. Selvig gasped, and the same change came over his face that Fury had seen in Hawkeye’s. “You will know peace.”

No way was Nick Fury going to let this Loki get close enough to do that to him. “Yeah, you say peace,” he said, “but I kind of think you mean the other thing.”

Hawkeye had been looking around the complex. Now he stepped up to Loki. “Sir, Director Fury is stalling. This place is about to blow and drop a hundred feet of rock on us. He means to bury us.”

Loki looked back at Fury, who said“Like the pharaohs of old.”

“He’s right, the portal is collapsing in on itself !” Selvig called out from the monitors. “We’ve got maybe two minutes before this goes critical.”

“Well then,” Loki said. He glanced over at Hawkeye.

Without a word, Hawkeye drew his gun and shot Nick Fury once, dead center in the chest.

Fury went down without a sound. Loki, Selvig, Hawkeye, and another S.H.I.E.L.D. agent under Loki’s control walked quickly out of the lab, Hawkeye carrying the steel briefcase. Inside it, the Tesseract glowed.2

Maria Hill saw Hawkeye come out of the lab into the garage with Selvig, a liaison officer, and a stranger carrying a spear. He looked more like one of the people they’d been recruiting into the Avengers Initiative than an ordinary technician or S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. “Who’s that?” she asked.

“They didn’t tell me,” Hawkeye said.

The stranger got into the back of a light armored vehicle. The situation looked suspicious to Hill, but Hawkeye was one of their more trusted operatives. She wasn’t sure what to think.

Then her walkie-talkie crackled. “Hill, do you copy?” came Nick Fury’s voice. “Barton has turned!”

She barely had time to dive for cover before Hawkeye was shooting at her. Selvig and the other S.H.I.E.L.D. agent were already in the truck. Hawkeye jumped into another vehicle, and they screeched out of the garage and up the ramp toward the surface. Hill fired after them, but her bullets pinged off the truck’s armored exterior.

“They’ve got the Tesseract!” Fury radioed her. “Shut them down!”

She jumped into a jeep and headed after them. Other S.H.I.E.LD. vehicles followed, filled with agents. They roared along the underground access road that led up to the surface in the New Mexico desert. She was gaining on them and firing as she drove. Sooner or later, she’d be close enough to have a good shot at the stranger.

The stranger had other ideas, though. When he saw the pursuing convoy get too close, he pointed his spear at them. The tip of it flared bright blue, and a bolt of energy lashed out from it, striking the vehicle in front of Hill and shattering the right side of its passenger compartment. The vehicle slewed around and flipped, rolling and landing sideways across the road. They were blocked.

At least most of them were. Hill bounced her jeep over a divider into an access road that ran parallel to the road Hawkeye was using. She stood on the gas and hoped she’d be able to cut him off before they got to the surface. Her walkie-talkie was full of voices as Coulson continued to coordinate the evacuation. The energy field they’d created to hold the Tesseract was going to overload very soon.

She heard Coulson’s voice: “We’re clear upstairs, sir. We need to go.” Did that mean Fury had gotten out of the lab? She couldn’t stop to find out.

Hill shot out of the side road in front of Hawkeye’s car. She yanked her jeep into a reverse slide, spinning it one hundred and eighty degrees so it was suddenly going backward, right in front of Hawkeye. She could see the surprise on his face. She shot at him, shattering both of their windshields. He fired back. Their bumpers met, and both of them nearly lost control—but Hawkeye had more drive going forward, and he forced her out of the way. She spun out, then slammed the jeep back into gear and took off after him again.

The blue orb of the Tesseract containment field collapsed into itself. There was a pause. Then all that energy exploded outward. The entire S.H.I.E.L.D. base heaved and collapsed into itself. The shock wave coming out from the explosion buckled the road. Hill saw Hawkeye’s vehicle ahead of the main wave, but she was caught right in it. Debris rained down on the road. She was close to the edge of the base, but she didn’t know how much of it was going to collapse from the huge underground crater the explosion had created. She raced forward, hoping she would have enough time.

Fury slammed through the fire doors at the top of the stairs from the laboratory levels. There was a helicopter waiting for him, rotors already spinning. He jumped on, and the helicopter lifted off, just ahead of the shock wave from the explosion. The vehicle carrying Hawkeye and Selvig and Loki—and, more importantly, the Tesseract—roared off into the night. Fury pointed, and the helicopter pilot chased it.

They got around ahead of the truck, and Fury leaned out of the helicopter’s side door. He fired, emptying his clip at the truck. He could tell from the sparks that some of the bullets had hit, but he was too far away to see if they’d done any damage.

His real target was Loki, but he was protected by the cab of the truck. Fury couldn’t get a good shot at him.

Leaning over the truck’s roof and keeping low, however, Loki could get a good shot at the helicopter. A blue bolt lanced out and struck the helicopter’s rotor assembly. All the control mechanisms went haywire, and the helicopter spiraled down out of the sky. The truck drove underneath them as they were about to crash, close enough that Fury could see the gloating expression on Loki’s face.

Fury jumped when they were only twenty feet or so from the ground. He landed hard and rolled, bruising himself pretty well on the rocky ground. The helicopter went over his head and skidded into a crash, its rotors shattering as they spun into the ground. But it didn’t explode. He was glad the crew would be safe.

The truck’s lights bounced as it drove away across the desert . . . out of Fury’s reach.

“Director.” It was Coulson’s voice. “Director Fury, do you copy?”

“The Tesseract is with a hostile force. I have men down. Hill?”

Her voice crackled over the radio. She was still in the edges of the collapsed base. “A lot of men still under. I don’t know how many survivors.”

“Sound a general call,” Fury said. “I want every living soul not working rescue looking for that briefcase.”

“Roger that,” she said.

“Coulson, get back to base. This is a Level Seven,” Fury said. He’d never had to say that before, but there was no sense shying away from the truth. Level Seven was S.H.I.E.L.D.’s highest alert status. “As of right now, we are at war.”

“What do we do?” Coulson asked after a pause.

Fury knew there was only one answer.

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In an abandoned factory next to a rail line in Moscow, Natasha Romanoff sat handcuffed to a chair！《

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“This is not how I wanted this evening to go,” the general said.

Natasha said nothing. She was the Black Widow.

She wasn’t afraid. Even if no one on earth knew she was here, even if there was a thirty-foot drop to a concrete floor right behind her, she trusted herself to be able to handle it.

“I know how you wanted this evening to go,” she answered in Russian. “Believe me, this is better.”

“Who are you working for?” The general reeled off some names of his rivals. “Lermontov? Does he think we need to go through him to move goods?”

One of the goons leaned her chair back over the drop. She gasped. “I . . . I thought General Solohob was in charge of the export business,” she said.

The general laughed. “Solohob? A bagman, a front. Your outdated information betrays you. The famous Black Widow, and she turns out to be simply another pretty face.”

Natasha pouted at him. “You really think I’m pretty?”

The general smirked and took a few steps away from her, to a table covered with tools. Natasha knew what those were for. She had no intention of letting the general get anywhere near her with them, but she needed him to keep talking. “Tell Lermontov we don’t need him to move the tanks. Tell him he is out. Well . . . ” He picked up a torture instrument from the table. Switching to English, he said, “You may have to write it down.”

A phone rang.

One of the goons answered in Russian: “Da?”

Looking puzzled, he handed the phone to the general. “It’s for you.”

“You listen carefully,” the general growled into the phone—but he was cut off.

Even from her distance, Natasha could hear Agent Coulson’s voice. She had extraordinary hearing, part of her . . . unusual training. “You’re at 1-14 Silensky Plaza, third floor,” Coulson said, getting right down to business. “We have an F-22 exactly eight miles out. Put the woman on the phone, or I will blow up the block before you can make the lobby.”

The general’s expression changed. Before he had been confident, cocky; now he was surprised that someone had found him . . . and scared at the thought of a fighter jet with a missile aimed at him.

He put the phone on Natasha’s shoulder. Still handcuffed, she pinned it to the side of her head. “We need you to come in,” Coulson said.

“Are you kidding? I’m working.”

“This takes precedence.”

“I’m in the middle of an interrogation. This moron is giving me everything.”

The general looked puzzled. “I’m not . . . giving everything,” he said, looking to his goons. They shrugged.

“Look, you can’t pull me out of this right now.”

“Natasha, Barton’s been compromised.”

The words sent a chill down Natasha’s spine. Not Clint . . .

She kept her face calm. “Let me put you on hold,” she said.

The general reached to take the phone. As he got within range, she jabbed a heel into his knee. With a grunt of pain, he buckled forward, and she head-butted him, making sure he stayed down. Still with the chair on her back and with her hands cuffed behind her, she took out the goons with a quick series of spinning kicks. She even got to use the chair as a weapon, using its legs to smash the second goon’s foot and then jumping up in the air to land backward on him, smashing the chair to pieces and knocking him out. The first goon was just getting up after she’d laid him out, and she made sure he stayed down before strolling over to the general. He looked stunned and

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