Marvel: I’m really not Superman

"My real name is Hu Tutu, my father's name is Hu Yingjun, my mother's name is Zhang Xiaoli, and my family lives in Room 101, Building No. 2 of Tudou Garden..."

Lynch said Natasha in Mandarin with a Sichuan flavor.

It's like rapping.

Who hasn't hidden two hands freestyle?

I don't know if there is a Hututu in this world?

Whatever about him, he said it was fake, they really can't believe it, right? .

Natasha kept her smile unchanged, as if she were a mask, and it was clear that she didn't understand the passage very well.

Quite normal, this proves that her Chinese teacher is not a Sichuanese with a strong accent.

But it doesn't matter if she can understand or not, someone can still understand.

S.H.I.E.L.D., which has great powers, has arranged for translations to quickly extract the information in the words.

After some inquiry, of course, nothing can be found, there is no Hututu in this world.

By now, Natasha felt in her heart that things were a little beyond imagination.

Proficient in micro-expressions, she could see that Lynch, who was untrained and could not hide her inner thoughts, did not seem to be lying.

Through Lynch's series of unknown prophets, his indescribable familiarity with Tony Stark, the Director, and even himself, his statement seems to be confirmed.

But....

This statement is too surprising and too difficult to accept.

More terrifying than his admission that he is Superman, the existence of Superman in this world.

An omniscient being who came to his own world?

What is his purpose?

......

"Well, I don't quite understand what you're saying."

Natasha expressed helplessness, "So should I believe your truth?" "

Look at yourselves." Lynch looked indifferent.

"So your world is similar to ours?"

Natasha asked thoughtfully.

Lynch looked down and thought for a moment.

"It's about the same."

Natasha pondered Lynch's words and continued,

"Then can you tell me how you got here?"

"How do I know?" Lynch was helpless, "An unknown accident brought me here suddenly.

"The day you and Tony Stark met?"

"Yes." Lynch sighed, "A bad first day almost killed me."

"It's all gone, isn't it?"

Lynch didn't reply for a while, calmly looked at Natasha for a moment, and then got up and went back to her recliner.

Putting on his sunglasses, Lynch lay on them and stretched.

"It's not going to pass, Natasha, things leave a mark when they happen, don't they?"

Lynch lay on his back, his large sunglasses covering a small face, and his expression was not very distinct.

"Let's be blunt, I'm a very lazy person."

"Too lazy to be a hero, too lazy to be a bad person, too lazy to make friends, too lazy to set up enemies, and even too lazy to live well..."

"In this world, I am just a passerby, and I am even more lazy to work hard to do something."

"But when I listen to my heart and want to do something, I give everything I can."

"So you can treat me as if I don't exist, so that no one has troubles."

Lynch turned her back to Natasha and waved her hand on the recliner: "I won't send you anymore."

Natasha listened quietly to Lynch's words and got up to leave.

"One more thing, Tony let us tell you, he will have a press conference tomorrow, are you going?"

Lynch tilted his head.

Conference? What a scene!

Do you want to go?

It took Lynch a second to make a decision.

"Where is the location?"

Natasha pulled out an invitation and placed it on the table.

"I'm on the table, tomorrow at nine o'clock."

“ok。"

Lynch closed her eyes, but she hadn't heard Natasa leave for a long time.

"Something?"

"Yes, but I'm hesitating whether to..." "

If you hesitate, just do it, and only after you do it will you know whether you should or not."

Then Lynch felt Natasha's heartbeat gradually flatten.

"Well, I want to ask, was I relieved when I died?"

When Lynch heard this, he thought about it carefully.

Liberated?

Natasha later in her life because she joined the Avengers and had a family partner, but she was still the poor person who was tormented by the past.

Her body was modified to make her infertile, a possible reason for her infertility, her career as a secret agent left her hands covered with blood, and the most painful thing for her was the first execution of innocent people....

But Lynch felt that she should be relieved when she died.

Although she is unmarried, childless, and has no love, her performance when she obtains the soul gem undoubtedly shows that the person Barton loves most in his heart is her.

Although she has killed innocent people and killed countless times, her sacrifice has exchanged for the soul gem, saving half of the innocent life in the universe.

Come to think that when she dies, her heart should be redeemed.

So Lynch said faintly: "The place where you died is extremely desolate and silent, no one can go to it for 10,000 years, no grave, no epitaph, no flowers, no song..."

When Natasha heard this, she couldn't help laughing, but her eyes darkened.

After a pause, Lynch changed his tone and said:

"But when you died, there were people around you who loved you the most, everyone on the earth remembered your sacrifice, and half of the innocent lives in the universe were saved by you."

Lynch turned his head and said word by word, "I think in this case, you should be considered redeemed."

Natasha was silent, her most sincere and charming smile of the day.

"Lin, can I ask you something?"

She looked at Lynch with pleading.

"If what you say is true, don't change it."

......

After Natasha left, Lynch squinted at the pros and cons of today's conversation.

Lynch did not want to hide his origins, and making up nonsense was not realistic.

How can an ordinary person disguise himself in front of a group of the world's top agents?

Can't do it.

It's better to be honest and honest, so that Lynch can waste brain cells.

What if they could guess something?

What if you one day learned that your world was a story created by someone else, and that you were just a fictional character from another world?

Sadness, despair, pain, or find a way to escape, break free from the shackles?

Think too much, of course, what to do.

Think about your flower borrowed and returned? Do you have a house and a car? Is the object there?

Is the brick in your hand not hot or is there a lack of worksheets?

Even if you know these things, what is the meaning of most people?

Life itself is a more silent and tearful existence than these brain-burning and irrelevant things.

If you have time to worry about people, it is better to work harder for life.

Moreover, even if they know these things, how can the people of this world pose a threat to themselves?

The bigwigs who can pose a threat to themselves are all bound by rules.

Gu Yi, only responsible for protecting the earth from the invasion of demon gods in other dimensions, does not care about the struggle of human beings themselves, and what people play is called "defending the earth", not "defending mankind".

Odin, life is coming to an end, it is easy to use divine power, one mind to find a reliable new king for Asgard, the attitude towards humans is the same as that of ancient one, as long as you don't come to find fault outside the nine domains, how do humans like to play and play.

The other members of the Avengers really don't look enough in front of Superman.

So what else to worry about?

Of course, you can say whatever you want.

Basking in the sun, Lynch slowly went to sleep.