Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"You haven't told Pepper you're back yet?"

"Yeah, I think...it's better to wait until everything is resolved before telling her." Tony fiddled with the smart watch in his hand a little absent-mindedly. It was a gadget that Clint bought not long ago.

I happened to have itchy hands, so I took it and studied it.

"The question is, Tony, don't you think she will definitely have another fight with you then?" Rhodes couldn't help it, he said.

"...What's the reason for the quarrel?"

Tony raised his head and asked puzzledly.

Rhodes helped his forehead helplessly and asked: "How did you get to the top of the Playboy rankings before?"

"He's rich." Hawkeye leaned against the cabin wall and rolled his eyes. He interjected: "With his character, if this guy hadn't been rich, he would have been stabbed to death a dozen times."

"Ha, Clint, you superficial person, I feel so sad for you. Is it just because of my money that I can date so many beautiful women? Isn't my handsome face not attractive at all?

?" Tony pointed at his face, which had neither beard nor hair, with a serious look on his face, full of a mysterious confidence.

Frank's low laughter came from the cockpit.

Their gossip was interrupted by Jarvis, and AI's gentle synthesized voice sounded in the Quinjet: "We have reached our destination, gentlemen."

The Quinjet landed smoothly on the ground, and they were now in the wilderness of Texas. Everyone walked out slowly, Frank was supported by Rhodes and Hawkeye, and his face was still very pale. Steve

Walking at the front with Tony, they looked at the open space in front of them and remained silent for a long time.

"What a strange feeling," Tony suddenly turned his head and said to Steve: "I thought I wouldn't miss this place."

"Actually, we probably all miss this place," Steve said.

After he finished speaking, Jarvis opened the base that had been silent for a long time. Amidst the sound of mechanical operation, the ground slowly opened to both sides.

They walked in.

Dust was all over the corridor, and a faint blue light shone on each of their faces. They went straight to the end of the corridor, and Tony walked forward. He opened the visor of his helmet, pointed at a spot on the wall and opened his eyes wide.

.

"Welcome back, Iron Man."

A small opening suddenly opened in the smooth wall. After the machine inside scanned his pupils, the entire base lit up instantly. The sound of the built-in AI machinery sounded in the base that had been dusty for many years.

The walls suddenly opened to both sides, and the room inside looked like a conference room, with only a silver alloy table and seven chairs made of the same material.

"I've only heard of this place." Sam looked around, a little surprised.

Frank was placed on a dusty chair by Rod. The old man who was blind in one eye coughed twice, and his voice was hoarse and low: "Many people have never even heard of it. Boy, you are very good."

Lucky you."

"You haven't closed this place down...how many years has it been?" Hawkeye said with some sigh.

Steve didn't speak. He walked to the table and brushed the dust on it with his hand. A red letter "A" wrapped in a black circle appeared on it. As he moved, the table buzzed. Its

The surface slowly lit up, blue light emerged, and seven patterns flashed past.

A shield, an iron face, a bow and arrow, a spider, a green Godzilla, a war hammer, and a figure in black robes.

After they all flashed by, the mechanical voice of the built-in AI sounded again: "Welcome, Captain America."

Steve smiled and said in a familiar manner: "Start the D-9 protocol and start connecting to global satellites."

"Need Iron Man's authorization."

Tony put his hand on the table and said, "Authorize."

"Connected to Jarvis, hacking satellites, global satellites connected."

Steve took a deep breath and said, "Start the national broadcast."

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Mark trembled and picked up the pistol. He knew that there was still one bullet in the gun, which was what was left after he was drunk and shot randomly last weekend. He was lucky and did not kill himself.

In this low-rent apartment in Hell's Kitchen, one more day to live is God's blessing. Even if he doesn't kill himself after a hangover, he will be killed by someone or something sooner or later.

He looked at the pistol and suddenly realized that his arm was shaking. The man was discouraged. He threw down the pistol with a wry smile and walked away. The pistol lying on the dirty floor even forgot to turn on the safety.

The news was still playing on the TV, and the host talked about the environment across the country over and over again, calling on people to stay calm. Don't take to the streets, don't participate in riots. Stay at home, the government will definitely provide rescue. However, it got dark.

'For four hours after dawn, no official came out to explain all this.

Maybe, but he hadn't seen it on TV.

Mark didn't care at all. He had long given up hope in this country's system.

He stood up from his dirty sofa and stepped on the carpet with his right foot without slippers. A sticky feeling made him raise his feet in disgust, and found that the pizza he ordered last night had been knocked over and fell on it.

Now his kick made the carpet even more dirty. Mark muttered, but he didn't care so much. He just walked to the window with his beer belly, opened some curtains and peeked out.

The street was full of overturned cars and crazy crowds. He saw a guy dressed like Marilyn Manson holding an oversized purple fake in his hand, laughing and chasing another guy dressed in a big costume.

The guy in the star costume. The two quickly ran across the street.

At the other end, a black man with a turban on his head was threatening two other black men with a gun. Mark didn’t know what he said. But the guy failed to get what he wanted. The two black men started from the fat

With a gun drawn from his pants, the three men started shooting each other on the street, and eventually fell to the ground together. A skinny black dog ran over cautiously and began to lick the blood of the black man in a turban.

Mark suddenly felt nauseous. He quickly closed the curtains and the room returned to darkness. He ran into his small and dirty toilet, stuck his head into the toilet and vomited violently.

After vomiting, he fell weakly on the tiled floor full of unknown black substances. He leaned against the yellow wall behind him and suddenly remembered his childhood.

He grew up in Kansas.

The place was nice, the people were nice, and the land was nice. His father and uncle were both farmers and they were honest farmers. The cornfield was where most of his interesting childhood memories took place, but it happened to be a hippie...

.The wind blew to his hometown and made this young man run to New York with a broken guitar in his arms.

did not succeed.

He had long since lost contact with his family, and the guitar disappeared long ago. And he couldn't even remember how he lost it. There were a few times when Mark had a brief impulse to take it away.

It was back. He tried his best to remember the time he'd dropped his guitar after being so high in the clouds, but he couldn't remember.

Now, he has accomplished nothing, is forty-seven years old, and lives in a tenement apartment. His neighbors are thieves, liars, robbers, drug dealers and murderers. He works as a parking lot guard, and after he goes to work drunk again, he

Lost this job.

Mark's mind was playing past memories, and he suddenly realized that he couldn't remember his father's face.

The host's voice on the TV disappeared after a burst of electricity, and was replaced by a male voice that seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before.

Mark hammered his head in pain, and he found that he couldn't seem to remember anything. Eighty percent of his memory was alcohol, drugs, sex and violence. There was also manic rock music in the background.

, apart from these, he can't remember anything.

The man's voice said: "...Many people should know me, but have never seen me. My name is Steve Rogers. You may be more familiar with my other name, yes. I

That’s Captain America.”

Captain America?

The noisy sounds around him stopped.

The screams and cries, the wild laughter, the barking of dogs, the sound of automatic car alarms and the sound of gunfire seemed to have disappeared.

Mark stood up and ran to the living room, with sticky vomit still hanging on his chin. But he didn't care about that at all. This middle-aged man with a beer belly just watched the TV screen intently.

The man on the TV took off his helmet, revealing a handsome face. He said: "Time is tight, so I will keep my story short. Everyone in front of the TV or radio, please listen carefully."

"The 'dark' incident four hours ago was not what you thought. It was God's punishment, proof of the destruction of the earth, or some lunatic's conspiracy to rule the world. It was just an alien invasion.

"

He smiled: "Yes, it's aliens again. We have faced them many times, haven't we?"

"There is no need to worry because the matter has been resolved. But what has our government done during this whole process?"

"They didn't do anything. They didn't do anything, they just sat."

"They claim to be the world's largest country, but under such circumstances they are not even willing to launch nuclear bombs to attack the aliens. I can't help but think of the war we had with the Chiritans in Texas in 2012. That

The governor of Texas at the time did this despite all the opposition and without getting orders from his superiors."

"He dispatched the army and police, and cleared out all the large weapons and missiles in the state. He even went on TV to give a speech, hoping that armed men would pick up guns and protect their children and wives. He set an example personally and

During the war, he blew off the heads of four Chiritans with his shotgun."

"We won the war, and this brave governor didn't get what he deserved after the war. He was removed from office, sued, and now he's even in jail."

"Although his actions saved countless lives."

"I can't help but wonder, is this the U.S. government?"

"Yes, folks. That's what happened to that governor. A lot of you probably haven't heard of him. But this is reality, open your eyes, Americans. If you're watching TV, if you're listening to the radio

.Or any place where you can see this video and hear my voice. Please open your eyes and take a good look around."

"Look at your home, look at the helpless people and the dead bodies. Don't blame them. Because they are just ordinary people. And our elected elites sit in their offices and don't care.

. They don’t make speeches to stabilize people’s hearts, they don’t tell you what happened. They don’t provide disaster relief, they don’t rescue, and they refuse all actions. I don’t know why they do this. I have no clue.”

"But...I don't care anymore."

Steve Rogers said this: "If their choice is to abandon us, then we should in turn abandon them. Listen up, citizens! If you consider yourself an American, if you want to protect your property,

Your family, your life. Or maybe you just think those office bastards are unreliable..."

"Then please listen to me carefully."

Mark opened his mouth blankly and looked at the TV screen. After listening to his words, his saggy face suddenly became brighter. He ran to the bathroom, washed his face, ran to the closet and rummaged through his books crazily.

Clothes. Among the messy piles of clothes, he found the last set of clothes he could still wear.

That's an old pair of overalls.

He put it on. Even though his belly had stretched it into a round arc, he still put it on. He didn't know how he did it.

He listened to Steve Rogers on the TV, picked up his pistol, and put it in the breast pocket of his overalls. He ran into the room again, trying to grab a hat and run out.

His hurried steps stumbled over something, and a sound that made his hair stand on end reverberated in the room. He quickly recognized that it was the sound of a piano.

Sweat dripped from his forehead.

He bent down and lay down, and saw a long black bar sticking out from under his bed. Mark carefully pulled it out.

That's his guitar.

Although the guitar was full of dust, it was not broken. Its wooden body had peeled off the paint and turned white, but it was not broken. Mark started to tune, and a smile appeared on his lips that he didn't even notice.

.Although he had not touched a guitar for so many years, as soon as he touched this thing, it seemed as if something woke up deep in his soul.

He started to tune.

After everything was done, he grabbed a hat, ran to the door dripping with sweat, put on a pair of Converse shoes and ran out. The guitar was slung behind him, hitting his butt as he ran. It was on his waist

Carrying a pistol with only one bullet left, his face covered with sweat, he even forgot to close the door.

Steve Rogers' voice came from the TV, a little distorted, but still very clear. His words were sonorous and powerful, and could be called a roar: "...If they don't do what they should do, then we will do it ourselves.

! God bless America? No! Man bless America!”