American Comics: Multiverse of Madness

"Please, stop fighting!"

Inside the amusement park in Arcade, Nevada.

"It hurts! Please stop...!"

"I'm just working here."

On the wall next to it, the words 'Photo taken here with the evil Captain America' have already been splattered with blood.

The young actor's pleas received no response.

The children didn't think there was anything wrong with their behavior at all, and they didn't care who the man in Captain America's uniform was. They only knew one thing, and that was that if they hit them harder than others, it meant that Make yourself stronger.

None of the surrounding people offered a helping hand. On the contrary, they watched this scene with interest and sneered from time to time.

This is a rich area in the wasteland world. Only those with capable and powerful families can afford to take their children and family to visit the amusement park here in their free time.

They are different from the 'savages' who live in the barren mountains. They consider themselves to be superior beings, and they don't care who the poor child is being beaten by a group, because in their eyes - all you earn is the beating. Beat money!

Among the crowd, an old man hidden under his robe was silently watching this scene.

He is Hawkeye Barton, and he is suffering inside at the moment.

He didn't know how to express his current thoughts. To be honest, he didn't know what he was thinking now. He just felt that his head was in a mess, and the figures of Rogers, Stark, and Fury were in his mind one by one. After the stroke, Barton closed his eyes and sighed lonely.

"Can't stand it anymore, can you?"

At this moment, an old voice came from behind him. Barton was slightly startled, then turned around and looked towards the source of the voice.

It was a woman with an eyepatch, who looked to be in her sixties or seventies. She was sitting at the door of a huge tent. It could be seen from the sign that she was a staff member here, specializing in entertaining and divination for tourists.

"Madam, you'd better take off your blindfold before you say 'look'." Looking at this woman who was disturbing him and a bit strange, Old Barton replied with a smile.

The old woman didn't seem to notice Hawkeye's stiff emotions, she just spoke calmly. "Sorry, 'see' is just my idiom, but I think we will have some 'common language' soon, right - Mr. Barton?"

Hearing this, a cold light suddenly flashed across Old Barton's eyes, and at the same time, a strong killing intent emitted from his body.

He knows how dangerous his identity is. If the Red Skull knows that an Avengers member is still alive under his nose, there will be endless pursuit waiting for him.

Although Eagle Eye is not afraid of death, he still has important things to do.

Moreover, that ‘common topic’.

This old blind man actually knew that he had glaucoma and would become blind like her in a short time.

"Ma'am, have we met before?"

Old Barton spoke. He stared at the blind woman in front of him, frantically searching for information about this woman in his mind, but he could not recall any impressions.

"Please come with me." There was no expression on the woman's face. She did not answer Barton's question. Instead, she turned around and entered the tent as she spoke.

Seeing this, Eagle Eye narrowed his eyes slightly and struggled for a while. Finally, he raised his steps and kept up with the blind woman. He was really curious.

"Thank you for your visit. Although you didn't come to see me, you came to settle your old grudges, but your arrival still reminds me of the good times back then." The blind woman said to herself.

"We... do we know each other?"

Eagle Eye's first reaction was whether this woman might be his love debt from back then, but he quickly realized that this should be impossible.

"We haven't really met, but I have studied courses about you in school. You are a very good man, brave and fearless, even when facing Thanos."

"You're almost confusing me. What kind of school will study my courses? That's all the tasks I perform." Hawkeye interrupted the blind woman's words directly, but soon he couldn't continue. , because a name suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Are you from the X-Men?"

Old Barton's eyes suddenly widened, his lips trembled slightly, and he asked uncertainly.

"Blindsight. I haven't used this name for a long time. In today's world, for our own safety, it is best not to use these old names."

The blind woman pulled the corners of her mouth upward slightly, as if she wanted to show a smile, but her cold face all year round made it almost impossible for her to smile. "You can call me Ruth."

Staring at Ruth blankly, Old Barton took a long time to react. He really couldn't believe that except for himself and Logan, those heroes from back then were actually alive.

"What happened back then? I thought you guys..." Barton had difficulty breathing.

"They're all gone," Ruth said softly. "My ability is to predict the future, but at that time, I couldn't control this great ability. It just happened without any warning."

"So you survived by relying on your abilities? Then you should know Logan. I can take you to him. Believe me, he will definitely be very happy if he sees you."

Hearing Barton's words, Ruth shook her head slightly. "Sorry, sir, I'm not going to help you convince Logan to extend his claws again, that's not my job."

"What? What mission?" Old Barton was not embarrassed because the other party revealed his purpose. On the contrary, he frowned listening to Ruth's words.

Ruth didn't answer, but let out a long sigh.

"The future has changed, Mr. Barton."

"You were originally walking on a bloody road, but now, the future has changed in front of a powerful force. Everything will become a part of the catastrophe, and everything about your future has become obscure."

"That's not a level I can 'see'. I can't even be sure whether the world will be destroyed in this catastrophe."

"It doesn't matter." Barton said.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but

The world itself can't get any worse, can it? "