Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Mark came out of the convenience store carrying a brown paper bag. His belly looked much smaller than in previous years, and his bald head was now bald. He was wearing a black jacket and went straight to a car outside the store.

He breathed a sigh of relief and then put the brown paper bag on the back seat. A smile appeared on his face, and he was obviously in a happy mood. He hummed a song and started the car.

The engine roared, and he liked this car very much. It was a treasure. He himself did not expect that one day he would be able to afford the latest product of Stark Industries - but what do you mean by that? Fortune has its way.

He survived the catastrophe in New York a few years ago, which directly led to the division of the United States. His life has changed greatly since then. Originally, he planned to return to his hometown to farm. But for some reason, the inner

An inexplicable impulse made him stay.

He started singing in bars, thanks to the guy who rescued him from the rubble, Dave Albins. It was a joke between the two of them many times, Mark remembers saying

The funniest joke about it.

At that time, the United States had just been divided. There was unexpected peace everywhere, and there were gatherings every day, but no one died. This was very abnormal. However, considering that the White House was occupied by an angry Captain America, no, it should be called now

He is Steve Rogers. He said at the last press conference that Captain America is dead.

Back to the topic, considering that the White House was led by an angry Steve Rogers, this is acceptable. And all kinds of wealthy people and capital companies who want to make a fortune from this incident have been

Tony Stark's dimensionality reduction crackdown was so complete that they said in newspapers more than once that he used artificial intelligence to interfere with other companies, which was a commercial crime.

But no one paid attention to them.

That night, he and Dave were drinking crazily in the bar owned by his brother. The TV was playing about the impact of the first shot of secession in Texas, but neither of them paid attention to it. Mark remembered saying:

"When you dug me out of the rubble, I thought you were God played by Morgan Freeman, man, do you know why?"

"Why?" Dave's face looked so drunk in his memory that he couldn't even speak properly. If there were levels of drunkenness, he should have been close to the highest level at that time - also

It's the downtime level.

"Because you're a black man! Hahahahahaha!"

Mark laughed wildly, and Dave spit out the wine in his mouth with a pop, smearing Mark's face. He pointed at Mark and started laughing loudly: "You bastard! Then I also said that you looked like

Just like Hitler, played by Bruno Ganz, who is about to commit suicide! Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because you're white!"

It was a wonderful night. They talked about a lot of things. If they left it outside, they would probably be arrested for racial discrimination, but no one cared. They both knew the virtues of the media and had seen political correctness.

True colors. This kind of joke is not even offensive to them.

But the days after that were very painful.

Mark began to detoxify. This process made him want to hit the wall in pain many times. Especially when he had to go to the venue to play guitar soon after recovering from the detoxification therapy. But everything has two sides. One night, because he was really

He was not energetic, so he looked very stinky, which attracted the attention of an online blogger who came to drink in the audience.

He took a picture of Mark with a face that said, "Hurry up and hit me with a car. I don't want to live anymore." He uploaded it to a website, and Mark became popular inexplicably. He started to accept advertisements, and those advertising directors were very interested in it.

He didn't have any requirements, just let him continue to put on that expression and play a few chords, and the price was generous.

Fortunately, he succeeded in the end. After getting away from those syringes, powders and pills, Mark felt that the world was so beautiful for the first time. His mania and frequent insomnia all disappeared, and now he is like a new man - of course,

Excluding when he looks in the mirror, he will see his belly at that time.

That beer belly that reminds him in some way all the time seems to be saying: "You are already forty-five years old, old man, is it too late to start a new life now?"

But Mark didn't care so much. Now, even the United States can be split into many independent small countries, so what is impossible? So he started to exercise. There was no effect in the first year. He finished the exercise many times.

Then he ate pizza or fried chicken. Fortunately, in the second year he finally lost a little bit of weight, bit by bit, until his beer belly was gone.

He drove his car and stopped at the traffic light. Today he still lives in Queens, where the changes have been as great as the changes on him. Mark now lives in a three-bedroom apartment, and he thinks about the place he raised.

A dog, with a smile on his face unconsciously. The German Shepherd is indeed a good dog. It would be better if it could learn how to go to the toilet.

While he was thinking, a news flash came from the car radio: "Special news from this station, dear listeners. Today, the famous entrepreneur, businessman, and philanthropist. 'Iron Man' Tony Stark announced the birth of his daughter.

To this end, he will build thirty new public schools and name them after his daughters..."

"Some people in the former US government still insist on filing a lawsuit against the New York government at the United Nations General Assembly, saying that we violated the Constitution. But the so-called opinion leader they elected, former President Biden, was admitted to a mental hospital today. We have reasons.

I suspect that they are actually just lackeys of some capitalists..."

"Wuhu!" Mark cheered, knowing that he could find another reason to celebrate tonight.

At this moment, a man and woman walking across the zebra crossing in front of him caught his attention.

That oriental man was very handsome, at least in Mark's opinion, he was even a little too handsome. He was the type that even the most jealous man would shake his head and sigh and say, "You are more handsome than me." But the clothes he wore were very handsome.

Strangely, the black robe embroidered with gold thread unexpectedly showed off his figure.

"What the hell, how did he get those shoulders? He looks so good in clothes?" Mark muttered.

That woman seemed very mysterious. She was also wearing a black robe, and a small part of her chin was exposed, which made Mark convinced that she was a beauty. But other than that, every part of her body was tightly wrapped.

She followed the man, and the vehicles and pedestrians seemed to make her particularly curious. She looked left and right, like a child who had not been out for a long time.

Mark shook his head, feeling amused at his ridiculous metaphor, and the man and woman quickly disappeared from his mind.