Marvel World New Magneto

Eric and Hank talked freely that day and chatted very late.

Hank gave him a tour of his studio, pointed him to important equipment one by one, and introduced some familiar faces to him—including Fat Nick, young Mariano, and so on.

They are all regulars here, and they are usually obliged to help Hank to do what they can. It seems that the relationship is not very good, but in fact, these are enthusiastic people, quarrels are common, but there is no malice, and they are very popular in the mutant circle. .

Hank's studio is primarily for mutants.Some mutants have incomplete genetic awakening and are born with certain defects, making it difficult to live a normal life. At this time, they need the help of the serum invented by Hank.This serum was developed decades ago. It was originally used for Hank himself, so that he could suppress the mutation of his body. Later, it was also provided to Professor X when he was young, so that he anesthetized himself and regained the ability to stand and walk. Ability.But this serum has certain dangers. If the dose is too large, it may have the opposite effect to the expectation, so that the mutation will remain stubbornly on the body--like the current beast Hank, who would have thought of this full The blue-faced tyrannical man was a handsome researcher decades ago?

Another type of user is the mutants who have been transformed by various forces the day after tomorrow, such as Fat Nick.His experience is embarrassing. He used to be as young and bloody as today's Mariano. He revered Magneto and took him as his idol. He was obedient to his orders, but when a mission failed, he fell into the notorious mutant dead enemy army. In the hands of Fang scientist General William Stryker, he was transformed into a monster with an alloy blade as an experiment. He managed to escape and was abandoned by the organization.Usually he looks like a normal person, but only has a pair of alloy skeletons, but once his ability is out of control, his whole body will twitch, and his bones will become sharp blades, piercing the flesh and sticking out of the body. Even if he has a slight self-healing ability, it is difficult for him Bear.And this loss of control is cyclical. If there is no serum inhibition, he may have gone crazy and tried to end his life.

The last kind of people, they are not genetically defective, they just want to live a normal life, such people always hide their heads and tails, come and go in a hurry, and rarely communicate with their compatriots.They want to draw a line from the mutant population.Even with such indifference, Hank accepted them and offered them as pro bono as possible as the first two.

Knowing these circumstances, Eric's evaluation of Hank Ben's already low is once again raised, and the status of this beast in his mind is close to or even surpasses that of Professor X: he really did what he could for the mutants.

Look at the long-used but well-maintained microscopes, pipettes, and petri dishes in the studio, look at the expensive and sophisticated centrifuges, sterilizers, biochemical analyzers, and look at the washes on Hank. White coat, jacket with frayed cuffs, wondering how much he paid for the mutants.Hank McCoy is not a rich N generation like a professor. He has no strong family business behind him, and he is not like Magneto, who can do whatever he wants. Every step of his career is the result of perseverance and courage. .

"This is the uniform the professor prepared for you." Opening a box, Hank took out a suit and showed Eric the top.

"Yellow?" Eric asked. This uniform is obviously different from the black-based X-Men uniforms worn by Scott and Jyn, who are wearing leather armor with orange edges. It is a bright yellow uniform. with black and white clothes.

"Yes, yellow." Shaking off the shirt, the talkative Hank fell silent, his eyes hazy as if remembering something nostalgic.

"Yellow was the original style, we wore it the first time we acted. Charles, Eric, Raven, Alex, Sean, and me, when we were young and wanted to make a career ...Unexpectedly, after the first battle, Eric and Charles fell out, and Ruiwen also left. Later, we never wore this dress again, and future uniforms did not continue its design style, although I and Charles keep the original one."

"Charles asked me to make a custom uniform from Stark Industries some time ago, and an idea suddenly popped into my mind: Why use the current uniform? I said it, and then we thought about this one by one. Can you believe it, that day we were so excited that we couldn't sleep all night, as if we were back decades ago, talking about everyone we knew in the past like a nostalgic old man, Next came the decision to customize the suit. The black symbolizes the suffering that mutants have endured and are suffering, and the yellow is our eternal pursuit of light. We should go back to the beginning, not repeat the mistakes of the past.”

"I'm sorry I didn't ask your opinion, but I really hope you enjoy it."

Hank said, holding the clothes in his hands and handing them over.

"I love it, really."

Eric stretched out his hands and took it solemnly.

The moment the uniforms changed hands, the two of them trembled at the same time. It seemed that an invisible responsibility was passed down from generation to generation at this moment, from the previous generation to the next generation.

"I will fight for the defenseless."

"I swear to protect my fellow brothers."

"I will lend a helping hand to those who seek help."

"I will fight back against all mistakes."

"I will be brave against rape."

The knight's motto that he had heard in a certain world he had been to resounded in Eric's heart at the moment, like the roar of a big bell echoing in his heart, he followed the voice in his heart and murmured it out.

A divine brilliance of humanity seemed to fill his heart, scouring the almost solidified blood from the world of the Lord God.

The crimson memory did not fade, but gradually became crystal clear. It was the sublimated consciousness that made him dare to face his past again and enter a new realm.

Hank looked at the young man opposite, feeling his changes silently. He was coming out of the shadow that was indescribable in words, getting closer to the light, and the last trace of worry in his heart disappeared.

"It's too heavy to talk about this, let's change the subject. You've been in the academy for a long time, why don't you go to the city to relax, I've already asked a friend to get your documents, you can go to the street with confidence Go for a walk. Westchester is a famous wealthy area in the country. The girls are beautiful and bold, and there is no guarantee that you will have any adventures." Hank winked and gave Eric a card.

"Now, put on your clothes and go out to play. I'll take time off from Charles, and you can enjoy a few happy days before you officially join, young man."

***

Farewell to Hank, Eric did not wander into the city, but sat down on a bench by an unnamed river in the suburbs.

As a reincarnator who has been wide, shopping is really boring.

I used to be surrounded by queens and princesses of all countries on the Champs-Élysées, adding color to their delicate faces with my own hands, and I used to sweep Antwerp like a nouveau riche with a sack on my back, rudely packing diamonds cut like stars in the sky In the bag, I also led the army, trampled the capital of the world underfoot, made emperors bow down, and nobles crawl.

Even if it falls for a while now, it doesn't matter.

It is the greatest happiness to be able to experience life again and change the mistakes you have made.

Protect what should be protected, and crush what should be crushed.

With this kind of awareness, Eric sat by the quiet river, listening to the gurgling water, the birds chirping, and inadvertently the moon and stars were thin, and spent the night on the bench.

When I'm thinking, time flies fast. In a blink of an eye, the sun rises and the moon sets, and morning arrives.

People began to pass by the river. Most of them were residents who came out for activities nearby. Most of them were young men and women. Some young girls passed by the bench and glanced curiously at them. They were full of vitality and fullness. Ke did not feel a little intoxicated.

The annoyance after recovering memory a few days ago, after self-resolving the conversation with Hank, dissipated a lot this night.

After all, it is a new life, and we must face it with a new attitude.

I'm going to draw a wonderful picture on this piece of white paper, Eric said to himself in his heart.

Then he heard someone read the words of his heart.

"I'm going to draw a wonderful picture on this blank sheet of paper," said a man with a moustache holding a drawing board, making the passing girls giggle.

"I'm an artist, not a playboy. You know I'm very inexperienced. I just want to keep beauty on paper and preserve it forever. When we get old, we can point to the paintings of the year and say: Look, we There used to be such youth---we shouldn't let it down, shouldn't we?" Moustache twirled his paintbrush, leaning slantingly against a tree and accosted the sports girl.

"Forget it, do you want our contact information next? I don't want to hang out with an old man who smells of alcohol in the early morning. You just want to pull us to bed, don't underestimate us." The girls He was very shrewd and didn't take the bait at all. After laughing a few words, he smiled and ran away.

"Old man?" Mustache Hao suffered a great blow, clutching his chest in grief and leaning against the tree, hitting the leaves all over the tree with a rustling sound.

Eric looked at this scene and found it very interesting. It was a typical story of a slut and a smart girl fighting wits. He shook his head and planned to stand up.

"Don't move!" Moustache suddenly cheered up from the blow and shouted at him. "Don't spoil my inspiration."

Moustache said, picked up the brush and moved quickly on the drawing board, as if there was a real spark of thinking.

Eric sat back and waited with great interest to see what the hell he was up to. A silly sled dog next to him lay down at his feet at some point, sticking out his tongue and panting at him.

Eric patted the sled dog's head, and then the guy stuck to him familiarly, brought his face close to him and let him scratch, making a comfortable grunt in his throat.

The dog owner is a beautiful lady. The tight sportswear perfectly shows her delicate curves. At this moment, she is standing beside the mustache and looking at his paintings curiously.

The moustache drawing was fast and completed very quickly. The lady stared at the drawing board, not knowing what she saw that made her laugh, and moustache took the opportunity to chat with her, and after a while, the two seemed to have a familiar conversation.

"Give it to you. Remember, this is Tony Stark's masterpiece, keep it well, it will appreciate in the future." Moustache said arrogantly, threw the drawing board to Eric, and put his hands on the lady's waist, the two said Laughing and leaving.

Eric was a little surprised. He didn't expect to meet the producer of the uniform here. He was in the main god space. He had never seen anything before. Make beauty happy.

He privately wondered if he had deliberately vilified himself, or if he had drawn something funny.

Turning over the drawing board, Eric laughed dumbly: there is only a bench on the drawing board, and an exaggerated sled dog beside the chair, but he is not seen.