Marvel World New Magneto

In 1942, it was the time when the Great War was in full swing. Like European countries, the United States was also on the cusp. In order to save energy, the construction of skyscrapers was suspended, those landscape lights and neon lights were restricted, and semi-blackout became a norm. , Frequent power outages also make the city often shrouded in darkness and silence.

Looking down from the sky above New York, this city of 750 million people is in a thin smog. Although it is spring, the light rain and cold air force people to add a few more clothes than usual. In the same city ten years later, people’s aesthetic habits are still conservative. Women wear scarves and wide hats to tightly wrap their delicate wrists and necks. Men’s clothes look even more monotonous. A coat and a round hat seem to form a long-lasting look.

At this time, there is not much traffic on the street, but there are many pedestrians. As a port city that transported millions of soldiers during the Great War, groups of soldiers will stay in New York for a few days before heading to Europe, attracting many eager and eager people in military uniforms. Girls embraced by men passionately, they come and go between bars and hotels in pairs, which has become a unique landscape in this era.

The angle of view gradually increases, the pedestrians become smaller and smaller, and finally merge into the background of the ground. Only carapace-sized cars are moving on the road. Before them, you can often see several ships breaking through the dark blue water. Wine-red old-fashioned steamboats with tall chimneys sailed from the nearby river, but soon these steel structures also disappeared into the towering concrete jungle.

Now, apart from the gray buildings, there are only stretches of green grass below. The newly sprouted trees try hard to show their freshness full of vitality. They use their bodies to separate the blocks and roads, and then stretches of green land cover the river. Wrapped in the middle, the city gradually becomes like an isolated island, with only an invisible existence above quietly staring at it.

The line of sight slowly closed, and countless lights rolled back like tides.Then in an old house in Brooklyn, Eric wakes up from a dream of mastering everything.

It's just six o'clock in the morning, Steve is still sleeping soundly on the sofa next to him, Eric is quietly looking at the ceiling, carefully feeling the power in his body.

Since coming to this era.He was never able to look down on his territory as he had in the past.The effect that Doctor Strange's magical power could not achieve was achieved by the spontaneous repulsion of this world. Not only was he thrown out of the original era by the time-space channel, but the mutant power endowed by the bloodline ball was also separated by an impenetrable tulle .

Until today, he finally made some progress.

Lying comfortably on the bed, Eric raised his right hand, and a few dirty coins on a dilapidated table by the outer wall six feet away flew into the air.They are covered in dust.But soon the black-gray oil stain in the groove was driven out of its shelter, and the coins melted into balls of liquid metal, and then merged into one without hindrance.

It is still the mutant's magnetic field talent, but now it is no longer a gift from the main god, but has truly become Eric's own source of power.

Maybe this experience is a cleansing. After leaving the realm of the main god, the former reincarnation will eventually integrate into the new world.

The liquid metal cluster floated above Eric's head, slowly turning into a smooth and bright mirror.In the clear mirror reflection, a familiar face appeared in front of his eyes.

"Hello, Eric." Eric greeted himself, and the face opposite him generously returned him with a genuine smile.

He was in a good mood that day.

There is no need to hide a good mood, and it will naturally be perceived by people around him. Not only Steve, but also Bucky, who has just received a call-up order and was assigned to the 107th Infantry Division where his father served before his death, as he wished.

He lost no time in extending the invitation.

"I said, how about we go out and have some fun? I'm going to England tomorrow, and today we should have a good time." Bucky said, poking Steve's chest deliberately. "Especially you Steve, I'm going to wash you down for the last night - don't refuse me, this is an order from Sergeant James Barnes."

Steve shook his head habitually, but after thinking about it, he agreed again. His friend was about to go to the battlefield, and he couldn't be disappointed no matter what.

"Where are we going?" asked the inexperienced rookie.

"The future," Sergeant Barnes said succinctly.

An hour later, they came to the pavilion of the New York World's Fair.

On the eve of the Great War, the last exposition was also held in New York. It was the twentieth world exposition of mankind. The scale of that exposition exceeded all previous ones, covering an area of ​​20 hectares.The theme is passionate: "Tomorrow's World and Construction".484 countries participated in the exhibition, displaying novel products such as nylon, tape recorders, plastics, magnetic tapes, televisions, etc., but at that time, few people predicted that "tomorrow" would turn out to be a nightmare. The dreams of human beings have been completely shattered, and everything has become a nightmare: science that changes the world and changes the way of life has become a nightmare; nationalism that unites the nation and gains dignity has become a nightmare.Even if the war is finally over and the losing side is punished, the nightmare is not over, it is just the beginning.

But now people don't care where this dream will bring them tomorrow. Under Stark Industries' insistence, the originally suspended expo was held again four years later, and the venue was still New York. The theme of this time is still "the future".

Like the theme of the exhibition, Bakiyo's girls are also "the future", but being late is a female privilege, and the men have no reason to complain, only Steve is a little embarrassed.

"Why this expression? You will be the last man of marriageable age in New York. Even Eric will have to serve in the military for a few years if he wants to successfully obtain a permanent residence permit. What are you dissatisfied with?" Barbara Ki exaggeratedly spread his hands and said. "You know, there are 350 million women in this city, and now they are all yours."

This statement is too scary, Steve shook his head immediately.

"One is enough for me," he said, and Bucky made a face at Eric.

It was still early, and it was a bit boring to stay in the square, so they went to a nearby place to buy a newspaper, and while they sat down, they called a few shoe boys to shine their shoes.

Bucky and Steve were served by two young children, who sat side by side on another bench, and Eric chose to sit near the flowerbed.

A young black man crouched down in front of him, pressing his brow with the brim of his hat.Open the toolbox and take out a piece of cotton cloth to wipe off the little dust on it, then apply shoe polish skillfully, and rub it carefully with your feet in your arms.

"I really hope that I brought a camera with me when I came, so that I can take a picture of Mr. Director's attentive service." Eric casually held the newspaper and whispered casually.

Kneeling in front of him.It was Nick Fury in his youth.

"Who the hell are you? Why do you know me?" Fury looked around all the time while working. At this time, he hadn't turned into a one-eyed dragon, and his falcon-like eyes were shining with sharp light.

"This is a very long story, are you sure you want to listen to me here?" Eric flicked the newspaper in his hand and asked.

Fury raised his head, and the owner of the shoe could feel his gaze through a newspaper.

"You have a dagger in your right boot, if I say I'm a foreign agent. Are you going to jump up and stab me?" Eric asked.Fury's body tensed immediately.

"I don't know if you are, but I'm thinking about it." Although being hunted down, the young man is still unwilling to betray his motherland.

Fortunately, he doesn't need to worry about this.

"Don't worry, I'm not here for you." Eric comforted casually, turning over a page of the newspaper by the way. "It was just an accident that I appeared here."

Fury was silent for a while, as if weighing something, the horsehair brush in his hand moved rapidly.After brushing one, replace it with the other.

"How many people like you are there?" He asked in a muffled voice.

"What do you think?" Eric didn't answer.

"I have only met you who can beat me." Fury replied honestly.Then finally decided to speak out about the situation. "My father was a pilot. He had three sons. I was his eldest son. When the war broke out, my brothers joined the army early and all died. The boss thought I could save my life, so Send me back home."

"Isn't that great?" Eric commented.

"But then I met a Canadian, a bad bastard named James Howlett. We entered a house and took some things, and then we were arrested and sent to Phillips as an experiment. Everything is different now." Fury said bitterly.

"Higher, faster, stronger?" Eric asked.

"That's about it. If there were no pain in the front and escape in the back, this should have been a good thing." After wiping off the shoe polish evenly, he began to smooth the upper with a fine flannel cloth. K knew what he wanted to ask.

"I can tell you that you are not alone." Lifting a newspaper, Eric pointed out what Fury was most concerned about at this time.

"In 490 BC, the Greek Pheidippides ran back from the front line to Athens to report the victory. After running 26 miles, he collapsed and died of organ failure. Since the Olympic Games held in 1896, athletes still have to run. Such a long distance, but it is rare to hear that someone will die because of this, not because the Greeks are weak, but because human beings have left their ancestors far behind in evolution, and this is just the beginning. Today's human beings are no longer Bare feet, they put on special shoes, which further strengthened their athletic ability, and your experiment is just to add a pair of invisible shoes to yourself, you are like being inserted with wings, There is absolutely no need to be afraid."

"Why help me?" Fury asked sullenly.

"Capable people should learn to accept each other." Eric replied.

Afterwards, the big shoe shine boy didn't speak any more, and when Eric finished reading the newspaper, the man in front had disappeared into the vast crowd.

S.H.I.E.L.D., Tricurved Wing Building.

"The council is not satisfied with the idea of ​​the Avengers. They want to have a controllable force that can be reproduced in large quantities like industrial production." Hill had just returned from the meeting and followed the director into the office.

"It's understandable, but that kind of thinking is too clumsy." The one-eyed director replied casually. "Someone once told me that times are moving forward and there will be more and more superpowers. I think he is right. 70 years ago I was the only super soldier, but soon Rogers became Captain America, and then a vampire , wizards, mutants and superheroes keep jumping to the fore, the world is moving towards previously unimaginable trends, and some people still want to use their old outdated tricks, thinking that they can tame the real strong like a bad horse ----What I want to say is that superpowers are never dangerous, but the dangerous thing is seeing the new situation, the people above still want to use their old thinking, and sooner or later they will get burned.”

"Then what should we do?" Commander Hill asked.

"Precautions are necessary, with a genuine smile on your face, but you might as well hide a loaded pistol in your pocket, but before that—" Director Fury turned around, one eye shining .

"But before that, try to accept each other." (To be continued~^~)