I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 55 Resurrection
Where is this place?
Am I dead?

In the thick darkness, Bucky walked alone with a confused look on his face, his arms folded. He was no longer the elegant and promising sergeant, but a helpless wretch.

He staggered in the dark and lonely world, feeling abandoned by everyone.

Suddenly, a strong light appeared in front of him. Bucky raised his hand to cover his eyes and vaguely saw a very familiar figure standing in the light.

"Steve?"

A happy smile appeared on the old man's face again after decades, and Bucky rushed up excitedly like a child seeing his playmate.

Looking at the unchanging star-spangled shield, his eyes couldn't help but moisten: "Steve, my brother, I finally see you again"

However, the next second, he felt as if he had fallen into freezing water, and his heart was in unbearable pain as if it was being cut by a knife.

"Brother? I don't have a brother as evil as you. Look at your hands. How many sins have you committed?"

"my hand?"

Bucky looked down at his hands, which were stained with sticky blood. His vision was all red. He shook his head subconsciously: "No, I didn't, I didn't do it, it wasn't me!"

"Really not?"

The fragments of memories buried deep in his heart rolled out of his mind at the same time, and many strange yet familiar scenes appeared continuously in front of Bucky's eyes.

Be they women, the elderly, children, agents, officials, or engineers, they all died at the muzzle of his gun or had their throats strangled by his metal arms.

"No! This isn't true!"

Bucky rolled over on the ground holding his head, unable to accept the fact that his hands were covered in blood.

"Bucky, you executioner, go to hell!"

The tall figure slowly left, taking away the light that represented warmth.

"No! Don't leave me, Steve!"

Bucky looked at the gradually disappearing figure and lowered his head in despair.

Fury walked cautiously in the dark, holding a pistol tightly in his hand, which gave him a little sense of security.

He clearly remembered Matt taking the machete from the Triangle Ironhead and successfully cutting him in two.

But now, how did he come to this strange place?
"It looks like it's not over yet."

Fury looked around vigilantly, fearing that a strange person might suddenly appear.

As if his thoughts were heard, many shadows suddenly appeared in the darkness, and their faces slowly appeared under Fury's gaze.

There were men, women, young and old, and they looked extremely hideous and terrifying. Some were shot in various parts of their bodies and were bleeding, and some had black blood oozing out of seven orifices.

Fury looked at them strangely and sneered, "Why, you appear in front of me to let me know how many times you have made contributions? I could kill you before, and I can kill you now!"

A guy in a security uniform couldn't stand it anymore and made a hoarse sound.

"Oh, it's you, brother."

Fury shrugged, his expression unchanged. "I've already apologized, what else do you want? Please, you don't want me to pay with my life, do you? You are so naive. At most, I can give your relatives a small pension, just one thousand, no more."

As the king of spies, he has always been thick-skinned and black-hearted. How could he be scared by a mere dead person?
Suddenly, a cat meowed in the darkness. Fury's expression changed slightly, and he stared at that direction. He saw an ordinary orange cat walking out of the darkness. He shook his head and said in disbelief: "Impossible, how could it appear here? Unless..."

Unless all this is fake, it’s all an illusion!

He held his increasingly painful eyes and gritted his teeth as he watched the orange cat come to him, tilting its head to look at him, looking so adorable.

Fury tightened his grip on the pistol but did not shoot. If it was the orange cat in his memory, no amount of guns would be of any use.

Um, memory?

Fury seemed to realize something.

At this moment, the orange cat opened its mouth, and several thick tentacles covered with mucus suddenly stretched out from it, instantly wrapping around Fury's limbs and torso, lifting him up.

"It is indeed a Yuan-devouring Beast."

Even though his whole body was tied up, Fury was not afraid at all. Instead, he sneered, "It's a pity that the Yuan-devouring Beast I know is no longer on Earth. You are a fake!"

This sentence seemed to anger the orange cat, and a tentacle stretched out from its mouth again and pierced directly through his chest.

Fury spat out a large mouthful of blood, feeling the pain of being pierced through, but his eyes did not change at all.

"It's useless. This is all fake. When it comes to deceiving people, you're still a little bit behind."

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the darkness in front of him had disappeared. He was back in the underground parking lot, with all kinds of groans and screams surrounding his ears.

Fury let out a long breath and looked around calmly, and found that everyone, including Coulson, was lying on the ground, with expressions of either fear or sadness. It seemed that they were trapped in that illusion and unable to escape.

Even Hill, May and Matt, who were not far away, were deeply immersed in it and couldn't extricate themselves.

At the scene, only Fury woke up.

He looked around and didn't see any monster, so he breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately walked to Coulson and shook him hard.

"Hey, Coulson, wake up, that's an illusion!"

Coulson showed no sign of waking up. Instead, his brows furrowed even deeper, and he murmured to himself: "Lola, I am sorry for you. If it weren't for me, Barton wouldn't have been..."

"Damn it, this is none of your business!" Fury knew what was going on as soon as he heard it. He didn't expect that Coulson still felt guilty about Hawkeye.

What does an agent do with such high moral standards?
Fury shook his head in frustration and tried to wake up the others.

Just at this moment, an agent let out an extremely shrill scream. A triangular iron helmet was covered on his head at some point. His clothes burst open, revealing his expanding body and limbs.

Fury's eyes widened as he watched his subordinate turn into another triangular iron-headed man. All the shock and frustration in his heart turned into one sentence, and he blurted out: "Fuck you!"

This monster is difficult to kill, but after being killed, it can take over other people's bodies and resurrect again.

It's a big deal!
Fury felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart. He no longer wanted to fight this damn monster to the death. He just wanted to get the remaining people out safely.

Seeing that the Triangle Iron Head Man had been resurrected successfully, he took a deep breath and rushed towards Hill.

Behind him, the triangular iron-headed man looked at his empty right hand, raised his head to look at the machete in Matt's hand, raised his foot, and took a step forward, his speed was actually a bit faster than before.

(End of this chapter)