Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

After a long silence, Tony threw his sunglasses on the table. The slightly dull voice made Strange look up, and the first thing that caught his eye was Tony's complicated eyes.

His voice became hoarse inexplicably: "...who did it?"

These words seemed to be the fuse that detonated a bomb, igniting everyone's emotions. Banner seemed to have turned back into the Hulk at that moment, with a ferocious expression that was completely impossible to look at. He gritted his teeth and used the word "Hulk" several times.

Taking a deep breath, I managed to restrain myself from the urge to smash the conference table with a punch.

The smile on Rhodes' face disappeared, and he sat up straight with an expressionless expression, as if he had returned to his identity before retirement.

Natasha and Clinton immediately frowned. They were experienced agents and kept their emotions secret. But their eyes were enough to tell a lot of things.

Even Bucky, who had no reaction to anything, couldn't help clenching his fists at this moment.

"Yes, Strange." Banner asked breathlessly. "Who did it?"

Facing everyone's eyes, Strange said painfully: "I don't know."

"You don't know?!" Tony asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, damn it! I don't know! I don't know!"

Gritting his teeth, Strange yelled out these words. He rarely loses his composure like this, but he is a human being after all. Expecting humans to remain calm at all times is a hopeless luxury.

As if he felt suffocated, he pulled on his tie so that he could breathe smoothly. Strange's face turned red, his blood rose, and he couldn't help but punch the conference table: "

I can’t find the murderer! I don’t even know where his body is, damn it! Damn it! Damn it!”

He cursed several times before stopping, and the palm of his right hand was already swollen. Strange raised that hand and waved it in the air tremblingly: "I can't fucking find it! No matter whether it's searching or locating, I can't find it."

We can't find his traces, even if we ask Sithorn for help, it's useless, he, he said..."

Natasha stood up without saying a word.

She came to Strange, put her hand on his arm, looked at him with concern, and said softly: "Don't get excited, okay? This is not your fault, Strange. We all know He Mi

Every time he creates a new spell, he will test it on himself. He may have invented some spell that can counter tracking."

"It's okay, it's okay, calm down." She comforted Strange and patted his arm gently. "You have to calm down."

Tony sat on his chair with his mouth pursed, his expression very ugly. He stared blankly at the ground, as if in a daze, but his hand was stroking the temples of his sunglasses, one after another, as if it would never end. Finally, he

stood up.

"Where are you going?" Rod asked.

"Find someone to help."

Tony answered without hesitation: "There are so many gods, demons, or other things in the world. There must be one of them who knows where he is whether he is dead or alive, right?"

"I'm going to find them--" He turned around and stopped in front of the conference hall. "-Listen, everyone, I don't know what you all think. But personally, if He really dies,

Already..."

He twisted his neck slightly and blinked constantly, with an ugly expression as if he had swallowed a whole fish alive: "...I can't stand him being alone in some other bullshit place.

Just thinking about that scene is enough to make me uncomfortable."

Tony covered his stomach and leaned against the door. He paused for a while before continuing: "He has saved all of us many times, even this world many times. This is not the ending he deserves. I...I.

..”

He didn't finish speaking, he just put on his sunglasses, turned and left. He didn't close the door, and his footsteps echoed in the corridor.

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No one really pronounced him dead until the dust settled.

In the computer of Spearhead, which merged with the remaining SHIELD, the Avengers file about He Shenyan was changed, and the status column was rewritten as missing.

But in just one day, news about him spread to many people's ears. Even Frank, who was tracking a group of human traffickers in South America, called Tony on a local phone.

His tone was not very gentle, and his words were not very elegant. It could even be said to be the complete opposite. Among his curse-filled words, and amid the gunshots in the background, Tony heard Frank say.

"Listen, Tony Stark. I've always disliked you, but you've changed my mind lately. But you're still kind of fucking stupid, why would you die? Come on! You're smarter than us, so use your

Brain!”

Frank scolded angrily: "Don't you claim to be the smartest person in the world? Use your damn brain! Damn it!"

Tony, who was scolded for no reason, had no intention of scolding him back. It was quite rare for Frank to be so angry. He had always had an ice cube temperament, not to mention being emotional. Tony had personally seen him being used with a knife.

He even stabbed his knee and cut it out without changing his face.

——More importantly, he was receiving a special guest. A guest who claimed to have met He Shenyan.

Black Panther, T'Challa.

He is sitting in Tony's office, relaxing.

Tony looked at him with a complicated expression - from the moment T'Challa walked into his office, Jarvis had warned him more than thirteen times. Including but not limited to the detection of mechanical creatures disguised as humans, high-energy

reaction, your life may be in danger, etc. and a series of different alerts.

"What did you do to yourself, T'Challa?" Tony asked.

T'Challa waved his hands indifferently: "This is not the issue we are going to discuss today, Tony. What I did to myself has nothing to do with where I am now. If you really want to know, I can only tell you one thing.

thing."

His face began to 'slough', and the nanomachines that made up the lifelike bionic face began to fade away like a tide, including the suit on his body.

The flesh turned over, revealing the mechanical structure underneath. Finally, a man with a steel face wearing a Black Panther suit took his place and sat on the spot.

Even the sound has become synthesized.

"That's it, Tony." T'Challa said. "Anyway, I'm just here to tell you that I met with He two days ago."

"At that time, he was fighting some terrifying enemies. I don't know what they were, but they looked not much different from the gods in my impression."

Even if he turned into a machine, T'Challa still sounded like he had a sense of humor: "Midway through, he asked me to leave to deal with the little monsters produced by 'excess magic' across Africa...He said this,

Although I still don’t understand what excess magic power is.”

"But when it was all over, I saw a flash of white light from Wakanda's surveillance camera."

Tony raised his hand and pressed a few times on his desk. With a soft beeping sound, Strange walked out of the suddenly opened portal. He used to carefully build and take care of his beard.

It was now a mess, as was his hair, and his eyes were bloodshot. There was no doubt that he was working overtime with the Time Stone again.

Tony didn't say anything - he himself was the same, he kept spinning, and even gave up his promise to his daughter to go to the amusement park for some specious traces.

He made a gesture, picked up his coffee and walked aside, letting T'Challa explain himself to Strange. Standing in front of the window, he sipped the cup of espresso. The thick bitter taste exploded on his tongue.

, which made him feel a little relieved.

"Come on, Tony."

Strange called him from behind, and Tony turned around and saw a new portal appearing in his office. Without saying anything, he put down his coffee cup and walked in together.

Behind the door was a vast wasteland. Jarvis said in his earphone: "A large amount of energy reactions have been detected. Sir, I'm afraid you need to put on a suit. These energies contain a large amount of radiation that is harmful to the human body."

Tony patted his chest as he was told, and the nano-suit was put on in just one second. Strange looked up at the sky, and the residual complex magic aura made him frown.

The aura remaining here was too complex. He could distinguish between Cytorak's and the beholder Shuma-Gorath's. There was also a specious aura of an angel. Of course, there were also traces of He Shenyan's own magic power.

Strange raised his hand, and several magic circles filled with complicated patterns appeared in the air. The Supreme Mage with a tired face raised his trembling hands, and the magic circles began to slowly dissipate, turning into a blue magical light outline in the air.

A few weird characters appeared and disappeared quickly.

Tony and T'Challa watched him cast the spell, but they couldn't provide much help. They could only wait for the result.

A few minutes later, Strange lowered his head: "...there are traces of teleportation spells here."

"Who used it?" Tony asked the key question keenly.

Although he doesn't know much about magic, in his opinion, tracing this kind of thing is similar to tracing the IP addresses of those who scolded him on the Internet - the key is always to get to the root of the problem.

"It's him."

Strange smiled tiredly: "Wait a minute, I have to follow the breath to trace it. This process will last for several hours. He always habitually adds a counter-detection after using the spell, although I

It can be solved, but it will take some time."

"Then, I guess, I won't have anything to do next."

T'Challa spoke and nodded to Tony: "If you need anything, you can find me over there."

He pointed to the wasteland not far away, where a blue barrier suddenly appeared in the empty space. Obviously, Wakanda was behind it.

"Although no one in the country needs food anymore, I still retain a lot of farmland and animals."

T'Challa turned around and walked over there, his synthesized voice full of inaudible things: "...So, if you need food, just contact me. There's nothing I can do

That’s all. Plus, if you really need to have a funeral.”

"I'll let you know." Tony nodded to him. "Don't worry, T'Challa."

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Sol wore a pair of headphones and shook his head while listening to the powerful alien band songs - I have to say that although there are different races and different aesthetics, you can always find some similar tastes. For example, the song he is listening to

Song.

The literal translation of the song title is "I Want to Stab You to Death with a Knife and Marry You." It comes from a band called Beat the Sea with a Stick. The names are quite strange, and Sol can't understand the lyrics, but the melody is pretty good and enough.

It was cool, the rhythm was high enough, and he enjoyed listening to it very much.

He shook his long hair, nodded, and stamped his feet on the ground. This look naturally made people feel noisy, so Star-Lord looked at him angrily and threw a handle over: "

Stop listening!"

"What are you doing?" Thor instantly reached out and grabbed the handle and took off his headphones. He wasn't angry at all, he was still smiling.

Loud notes, strong drum beats and something similar to moans came from the headphones.

Star-Lord wrinkled his face in pain - he couldn't understand Thor's taste in music. It was too bad, couldn't be worse. What's so good about those heavy metal songs? It's better to listen to more lyrical songs.

Just by looking at his expression, Sol knew what he wanted to say.

Thor's expression became rarely serious: "Listen, Peter. Everyone has different tastes. Heavy metal and most rock music are good to me, okay? I have a pass for them in my mind, as long as I hear them

It will allow them to enter my memory."

"You know? This is what I like. Even though I don't understand the lyrics, I don't want to understand either. As long as it sounds cool enough, I like it."

"Although I don't like the slow songs you listen to, I won't say anything. So, if you continue to make irresponsible remarks about my music taste, I will make you secretly eat junk food in the middle of the night.

Tell Gamora."

Star-Lord's eyes widened: "How do you know - no, no, I didn't eat it!"

"Oh, so all those things that are missing in the refrigerator are for me to eat?"

The two soon began to quarrel, and such quarrels occurred many times a day. They were accustomed to it and enjoyed it endlessly. As for Gamora, she had no interest in engaging in such meaningless behavior with these two childish guys.

.

This lady was reading a book and sitting on the grass in a small botanical garden specially set aside for Groot in the center of the spacecraft, feeling very comfortable until He Shenyan arrived.

"Hello, ma'am."

He approached Gamora without any sound. The greeting was so sudden that she almost jumped up from the ground, and her right hand instinctively grabbed the knife at her waist.

"...Wow, there's no need to go under the knife, right?" He Shenyan raised his eyebrows. "I just wanted to say hello to you."

Gamora stood up and bit her lip, somewhat wanting to be angry but not daring to be angry: "...you scared me."

"Then I apologize."

The mage shrugged: "Besides, I'm afraid what I'm going to say next will shock you - well, do you want to see your father?"

Gamora's heart skipped two beats.