Druids in Marvel

In Stark's manor, Alvin sat on Stark's private dock and fished with a fishing rod.

Little Ginny was holding a small bucket and a small plastic shovel in her hand and kept tinkering on the beach. Whenever she found a small crab or a small shell, she would always shout happily to Alvin, "Dad."

Look~~bait~~"

Whenever this happens, Alvin will always give a thumbs up to little Ginny and say loudly to her, "Great job!"

Nick finally gave the little triceratops a name, Wild, which means wild. At this moment, Mr. Custer, the new dragon knight, was sitting next to Alvin, holding "Wilde" in his arms.

Feed it.

Alvin glanced at "Wilde" and saw that it was chubby, stupid, and greedy for milk. No matter how he looked at it, he didn't think it could be related to the word "wild".

But Nick is the little master, and this is his wish, and the little Triceratops was pressed on its head and nodded in agreement, so there is no problem. No matter which wild thing, wasn't it once a "baby"?

Stark, who was bruised and swollen, held a multifunctional mechanical tool in his hand to adjust Nick's mechanical prosthesis. Nick had grown a little taller recently.

Frank stood aside nervously and guiltily. He wanted to say something but seemed unable to say it. It was annoying to watch.

With a pig's head on his head, Stark finished working on Nick's legs, glanced at Frank who looked guilty, patted Nick's legs, and said with a smile: "Okay, kid, you can run again now.

Take your little thing to my house. It's not good for this kind of thing to drink milk all the time. My butler will prepare a lot of grass and leaves. You have to find out what it likes to eat."

Nick happily stood up with "Wilde" in his arms, jumped twice, and said to Stark: "Yes, sir, Dragon Knight Nick Custer is reporting to you!

Tell me who broke your nose, Dragon Knight Nick will avenge you in ten years~~Haha~"

Stark touched his still red nose, rolled his eyes in displeasure, rubbed Nick's head, pointed in the direction of his house, and said loudly: "GO Nick, GO Dragon Knight, take you with me

Little milk-drinking thing, GO!

If it poops on my lawn, I'll beat the shit out of you!"

Nick laughed, put the little triceratops on the ground, waved the bottle in front of it in his hand, ran sideways twice, and urged anxiously: "Quick, Wilde, let's go see it.

Let’s see what delicious food there is, hurry up~~”

The little triceratops wilde, grinning with a triangular mouth, made anxious meows like a kitten, vigorously moved his short legs, shook his head and rushed towards the bottle in Nick's hand.

While stomping in place, Nick patted Frank on the waist and said, "Frank, don't be so stern, I have reconciled with Shirley. Your hot girl can't run away!"

I really didn’t know that kind of chili pepper was so spicy. At that time, I just wanted to make a joke and see if hot girls would be afraid of spicy food. The result~~

Haha, did you see it? I am a dragon knight!"

Frank reluctantly rubbed his son's head vigorously, then held his head, kissed the top of his head, and said, "I'm sorry!"

Nick was stunned for a moment, then pushed Frank hard, made a disgusted expression, and trotted away, shouting: "Hell's Kitchen is not sorry, although I don't know why you said sorry, but that's not important.

,We are a family!"

As he spoke, Nick stopped looking at Frank's strange expression, and trotted sideways, shouting to little Wilde who was rolling and crawling: "Hurry up, Wilde, you are too slow, hurry up~~"

Stark watched Nick run away, then took out a few cigars from his pocket, handed them to Alvin and Frank, and then said to Frank, who still hadn't recovered, "Man, I've never seen you do that.

This kind of expression.

Just be patient, Nick will get used to the fact that you have found a girlfriend, he is a cheerful boy!"

Frank held his cigar, glanced at Stark, suddenly laughed, and said, "You're right, we will all adapt in the end!

Can you tell me how to use these tools of yours? I want to learn and see if Nick grows taller in the future, I can adjust it myself.

This way you don’t have to wait until he falls down to find out that he has grown taller again!”

Alvin watched with a smile as Stark put a flashlight-like multi-purpose tool into Frank's hand, and said perfunctorily, "I'll give you an instruction manual later."

Stark didn't understand Frank's strange behavior, but Alvin knew it very well. Nick kept falling when he walked recently, and no one paid attention to it. Only Alvin saw the problem. This kid had grown taller and his legs were a little out of place.

Wrestling. That's one of the reasons Alvin decided to come here today.

Frank's guilt lies in this, and it has little to do with Shirley. Nick has never suffered a loss from Shirley so far, but that may not be the case in the future.

Frank carefully stuffed the tools into his pocket, shook hands with Stark with a smile, and said, "Thank you! Stark!"

Stark patted Frank on the arm inexplicably and said, "You're welcome! Well~~ That's it!"

Alvin put the fishing rod on the holder, lit the cigar, and smiled at Stark: "Brother, I just went to give a gift yesterday, why did you do this to yourself? Does the Iron Suit not love you anymore?

Is your face exposed and someone beats you up?"

Stark rubbed his bad face in annoyance and said unhappily: "It's that prince of Asgard. He thought we were too noisy last night, so he ran out and gave it a slap when I was teaching that thing a lesson.

Hammer, smash it into pieces."

As he spoke, Stark took a puff of his cigar bitterly and continued: "Norman Osborn was very angry. I had a fight with him. He came over at noon. You should see what he looks like. The old guy is worse than me.

There are so many, ha~~”

Alvin shook his head in a funny way. A group of big guys were there to teach the boys yesterday, and it didn't matter whether the surrounding residents were satisfied or not. Of course, most people would not come out to make themselves uncomfortable.

But our assistant coach, Thor, is obviously not in the ranks of ordinary people. When you started teaching the boys, I tolerated it, after all, Steve was also there.

But in the end, instead of teaching their children, Stark and Norman Osborn began to use the unlucky "Venom" to compete with the power of the suit. Mr. Thor couldn't bear it anymore. You are a machine gun and a missile.

Occasionally, there are harsh ultrasounds. Who can stand this?

So when Stark triumphantly knocked away "Venom", Thor, wearing a pair of underwear, ran out from home with a hammer. With one hammer, he beat the unlucky "Venom" into pieces no larger than a fingernail.

The world is quiet!

Norman Osborne was happily preparing to harvest the Osborne family's second wild "Venom" hen, but was killed by Thor with a hammer.

The angry Norman Osborn didn't know Thor and was ready to teach him a lesson, but the result was, well~~

Stark took action out of loyalty or dissatisfaction with the aliens, so, um~~

………………

Eddie Brock was leaning against a trash can in an alley in Hell's Kitchen, breathing heavily.

He carefully stretched his head and looked outside, and found that the person chasing him didn't seem to be there, which made him sigh in relief.

Eddie looked at the dirty gray hoodie on his body and looked at the narrow sky above the alley with some despair.

He still remembered what Principal Alvin told him on the yacht that day, "If you have no place to go in the end, you can come to Hell's Kitchen."

Eddie hammered his head in pain, thinking that he once thought this place was hell, a gathering place for scum and gangsters, and a garbage dump without hope.

It turned out that this place always protected him at critical moments, preventing him from being chased by gangsters. No matter how dangerous the situation was, as long as he ran into Hell's Kitchen, the gangsters from outside would not dare to come in.

After so many days of struggle, Eddie finally understood that it was his greed for fame and money that had sent him to the hell he was in now.

Eddie thought countless times how great it would have been if he had not boarded that ship that day. He was still the respected investigative reporter, his girlfriend still looked at him with admiration every day, and he could still have a beautiful wife.

The house has a cool motorcycle.

It's all ruined now!

Eddie once hated Principal Alvin because he handed him a loaded pistol and shot himself in the head. But is he really to blame? He was the one who pulled the trigger~~

Just when Eddie was thinking wildly, a few drops of black mucus fell on his shoulders. Eddie just glanced at it and smiled indifferently. What does it matter? Tramps don't need to be clean.

Hell's Kitchen is the city's garbage shelter. I will become one of the "garbage". Clean? It doesn't matter anymore~~

………………

Old Joey was busy picking up trash at the racing track until three in the morning last night.

Although he was very tired, Old Joey still insisted on getting up early in the morning and bought himself a cup of cheap but still fragrant coffee. Holding the coffee, he happily hummed a ridiculous slang ditty in his newly rented apartment.

It went around in a circle.

Old Joey was extremely satisfied. Although this apartment was not big and the lighting on the first floor was not very good, it didn't matter. He would clean it every day.

Old Joey felt very satisfied. How many years had he not slept in a furnished house?

This is all thanks to Principal Alvin, who paid for me to buy him a bottle of beer, who promised to keep him alive in front of many people, and who asked Boss Teji to give him a job!

Old Joey took a sip of coffee and felt that this was the life a normal person should have.

Just when Old Joey was immersed in his own world, an unusual noise came from the trash can at the back door, causing him to wake up.

Old Joey quickly took out an old revolver from behind the sofa cushion, checked it, and walked carefully to the back door.

Pushing open the back door, Old Joey saw a young man wearing a gray hoodie, sweating profusely, overturning the trash can and eating all the leftover fried chicken nuggets he had eaten the day before yesterday, even the bones.

Nothing left~~~