I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

new York.

Just a few years.

From the era when threats were still based on weapons and military strength, we have now become accustomed to seeing superheroes.

When they see the young and energetic boy shooting unknown white liquid objects everywhere on other people's walls and glass, they will shout "Failed Man".

Christmas at the Wick family is finally lively this year.

Ariana was typing on the keyboard seriously, and the little bear was using his dexterous hands to knit a pair of wool socks for her to keep her warm.

The Wick family prefers Christmas in London to Christmas in New York.

It's more atmospheric that way.

Although that old house was smaller than this one, it held the memories of their family.

Watson turned off his cell phone. Even if Jesus came today, he would not be able to stop him from enjoying Christmas with his family.

Mrs. Wick brewed a cup of hot tea. Her favorite was black tea, followed by coffee.

She always loved being in the open kitchen, which had a five-star view of the whole family.

Watson came to his wife's side, put his arm around her well-maintained waist, and put the phone on the table helplessly.

Mrs. Wick knew that her careless Valery was looking for something for his brother-in-law.

"Valery drank all the wine in a bar. We should consider sending him back to Jovonovich, where he is suitable."

Watson smiled helplessly: "He is as at a loss as a brown bear that got into the school."

Mrs. Wick kissed her husband's cheek and said dotingly: "He just likes to talk with his fists. Even father sometimes doesn't know what to do with Valery."

"Probably only John can save Valery some trouble."

Valery was definitely the one who liked John the most among his uncles.

When he was a kid, he even tried to take John to wrestling with a brown bear.

Speaking of John, Watson sighed, "Our son has not seen his parents for a long time."

"What? Are you still thinking about the Magic Kingdom?" Mrs. Wick saw her husband's false concern at a glance and rolled her eyes and said, "He is very busy, you know."

"Too busy to even take care of your family?" Watson glanced at the door and after confirming that John had not come home this year, he complained unscrupulously to his wife about his son.

"I now have a hundred billion industry in my hands and fly around the world every day, but I will never forget to come back to be with my family."

When he said this, Watson was like a big dog asking for encouragement, with his tail almost raised.

Mrs. Wick found it funny that her husband was always like a child and liked to compete with his son to see who was better.

This is probably the sequelae of learning that his son already owned a Downton Abbey and a country's industry when Watson was still struggling at work.

Especially when he went out to seek refuge, his son directly acquired a 100-billion-dollar Hammer Industry before he came back, which made him even more uncomfortable.

Even though he worked hard, his son could not become a rich second generation.

This is simply a disgrace to being a father.

Of course, he was jealous, and he was still the proudest towards his son.

No one is more proud than him to have such a son.

Even the President of the United States cannot speak ill of his son in front of him.

Just when Watson was belittling his son crazily, the son had returned to New York.

He watched a musical about the Avengers.

Superheroes are now the symbol of this era.

To make money, you have to be a bit of a superhero.

The Avengers musical based on the Battle of New York.

John sat there admiring, well, he couldn't.

Especially when he saw the actor wearing Captain America's costume singing high notes, he got a weird look on his face.

The narration started singing at this time.

"The brave avenger and the mysterious eighth man."

"He wore a hood and a cloak and held a magical wand."

This version seemed a little different, and John looked surprised when he heard the mention of himself.

Even though they are all wrong, the wand is right.

He noticed that some of the people watching the show were dressed strangely.

Needless to say, except for wizards, few people would come to see it wearing the suit style of the last century.

It seems that this is to suit the taste of wizards.

Just like Snow White, her skin is no longer white.

The mermaid is just as right with her dreadlocks.

Which industry is happiest after the wizard appears?

Then it must be an antique.

Because even an ordinary wizard's home might have antiques preserved in the last century, or treasures obtained from royal lords hundreds of years ago.

Let's just say that the clothes on those wizards don't look very good.

In fact, they are all well preserved and handmade from pure wool.

As long as you take it off and put it in a luxuriously decorated store, you can sell it for tens of thousands of dollars.

The age of superheroes is also the age of wizard fusion.

With the group of superheroes, it is easier for people to accept the appearance of wizards.

These days even mages are connected to Wi-Fi, what else is unacceptable?

John came out after watching the musical with a big-headed Hulk doll in his hand.

"I don't know if they paid for Hulk's portrait."

The best-selling doll is of course Captain America, followed by Black Widow.

As for the reason, everyone knows it.

It’s normal to cosplay as a superhero.

John comes to Queens.

It’s not just the big Eastern countries that have magical sounds. Here, Christmas songs are also like sonic viruses that brainwash passers-by.

Children ran past, and a cheerful atmosphere spread in this modern city.

Well, it would be better if that boss wasn't trying to rip off customers.

Similarly, in the age of superheroes, it seems that the cost of crime has also become higher.

John looked at the bank entrance surrounded by police in front of him. The robbers were holding weapons and yelling at the police to stop moving.

John saw the nervous expression on the policeman's face.

In the past, it was just a small fight, and the robbery was just some pistols, and the highest was a submachine gun.

Now C4 and RPG are the norm, and occasionally you can see some super model weapons.

The policeman looked at the pistol in his hand, and he almost burst into tears.

"Can't the police department keep up with the times and upgrade my weapons?"

Who can withstand a pistol versus a cannon?

He could only pray for a passing superhero.

As if hearing his prayer, the clamoring gangster did not notice a man crawling into the bank's ventilation duct.

By the time the gangster reacted, all his accomplices had been subdued.

Wearing the suit made by Tony, Peter tied up the hapless gangster.

Onlookers cheered Spider-Man.

The policeman was relieved, but he also felt that he had lost face.

After all, they are the patron saints of New York, and now, everyone is cheering for superheroes without law enforcement powers.

Peter was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of John passing by out of the corner of his eye.

"Mr. Wick?"

...

Night comes.

Watson knocked on his son's room.

He opened the door expectantly.

It looked empty and there was no one in the deserted room.

Watson's expression changed from expectant to disappointed.

Although he said bad things about his son, he still hoped that his son could come back to spend Christmas with his family.

He walked into the room.

It has a top night view overlooking Manhattan.

The lights are on, and this bustling city, a benchmark in the world, is so beautiful.

Watson looked at the scenery, clenching and unclenching his fingers.

"Maybe you could try to take it easy on yourself, John."

Watson heard footsteps. He thought it was his wife and responded: "I'll go down right away. I think this room should have been ours."

"Okay," John's voice boomed, "I wouldn't mind moving down there."

Watson was stunned.

He slowly raised his head and saw the young son through the reflection of the glass.

Yes, it's his son.

That face, and that tone.

Watson smiled, "You should really tell me."

John came over, thought for a moment and said, "I actually tried calling you."

Watson stopped laughing.

Because he turned off his phone.

So he was supposed to be the first to know that his son was coming back, but he became the last one, all because he turned off his phone?

John smiled and said: "Merry Christmas, it's just one day after Christmas."

Watson didn't care anymore. He walked over and looked at his son who was a little taller than him. He said:

"Our Christmas is postponed for you, Merry Christmas."

"son."

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