Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Mark came out of the convenience store carrying a kraft paper bag. His belly looked much smaller than in previous years, and his bald head was now bare. He wore a black jacket and went straight to a car outside the store.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then put the kraft paper bag on the back seat. With a smile on his face, he was clearly in a good mood. He hummed and started the car.

There was a roar from the engine, and he loved the sedan, it was a baby. He himself hadn't imagined that he would one day be able to afford Stark Industries' latest product - but what did that say? Creation tricks people.

He survived the New York catastrophe a few years ago, the one that directly divided America. Life has changed a lot since then. Originally, he planned to return to his hometown to farm. But for some reason, an inexplicable impulse in his heart made him stay.

He started singing at the bar, thanks to the guy who rescued him from the rubble, Dave Albins. The incident was told by the two of them as a joke many times, and Mark remembered the funniest joke he had ever told about it.

It was not long before America was divided, there was unexpected peace everywhere, there were parties every day, but no one died - this is very abnormal, but considering the angry Captain America in the White House, no, it should be called now He's Steve Rogers too. He last said at a press conference that Captain America was dead.

Back to the point, that's acceptable considering the White House has been picked up by an angry Steve Rogers. And all kinds of rich and capital companies who want to take advantage of this incident have been hit by dimensionality reduction from Tony Stark. They have repeatedly said in the newspaper that he used artificial intelligence to interfere with other companies , which is a commercial crime.

But no one pays attention to them.

That night, he and Dave were drinking like crazy at his brother's bar. There was a TV show about the effects of the first shot of the split in Texas, and neither of them were concerned about it, and Mark remembers saying, "When you dug me out of the rubble, I thought you were Morgan Freeman. God, man, do you know why?"

"Why?" Dave's face looked so drunk in his memory that he couldn't even speak. If there is a level of drunkenness, he should be close to the highest gear by then - the downtime gear.

"Because you're a black man! Hahahahahaha!"

Mark laughed wantonly, and Dave spit out the wine in his mouth with a puff, smearing Mark's face. He pointed at Mark and started laughing as well: "You bastard! Then I said you looked like Bruno Ganz's Hitler who was about to kill himself! Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because you're white!"

It was a beautiful night,

They said a lot of what was there and what was not. If you leave it outside, 80% of them will be arrested for racial discrimination, but no one cares. They both know what virtue the media is and have seen the true face of political correctness. The joke was not even offensive to them.

But the days that followed were painful.

Mark began to quit drugs, and the process made him want to hit the wall in pain many times. Especially when he was going to play guitar soon after he recovered from his withdrawal therapy. But things have two sides. One night, because he was really lacking in energy, he looked very stinky, which instead attracted the attention of an Internet blogger who came to drink.

He took a picture of Mark with a face of "Come and hit me with a car, I don't want to live" and uploaded it to a certain website, and Mark became inexplicably popular. He began to receive commercials, and the commercial directors didn't ask him much, just let him continue to play a few chords with that expression on his face, and the price was still generous.

Fortunately, he succeeded in the end. After getting away from those syringes, powders and pills, Mark felt that the world was so beautiful for the first time. His manias and constant insomnia were all gone, and he was new to life now—except, of course, when he looked in the mirror, where he would see his belly.

That beer belly that reminded him in some way all the time seemed to say, "You're forty-five, old man, isn't it too late to start a new life?"

But Mark doesn't care that much. Now, even the United States can be divided into many independent small countries, so what is impossible? So he started exercising, and the first year wasn't productive. Many times he ate pizza or fried chicken after exercising. Fortunately, the next year he finally lost a little weight, little by little, until the beer belly was gone.

He was driving at a traffic light, and he still lives in Queens, where it's changed as much as he has. Mark now lives in a three-bedroom, two-bedroom apartment. He thinks of the dog he has raised, and a smile appears on his face unconsciously. German Shepherds are really good dogs, and even better if they can learn how to use the toilet.

Just as he was thinking, a news delivery came from the car radio: "Special news from this station, listeners. Today, a famous entrepreneur, businessman, and philanthropist. 'Iron Man' Tony Stark announced the birth of his daughter And for that, he will build thirty new public schools, named after his daughter..."

"Some people in the former U.S. government still insist on filing a lawsuit against the New York government at the United Nations General Assembly, saying that we violated the Constitution. But the so-called opinion leader they elected, former President Biden, was admitted to a mental hospital today, and we have reasons. I suspect that they are actually just some capitalists' lackeys..."

"Wuhu!" Mark cheered, he knew that he could find another reason to celebrate tonight.

At this moment, a man and woman walking across the zebra crossing in front of him caught his attention.

That oriental man was very handsome, at least in Mark's opinion, he was even too handsome. He's the type that even the most jealous man will shake his head and sigh and say you are more handsome than me, but he wears strange clothes, a black robe embroidered with gold threads, which shows off his body unexpectedly. .

"Damn, how did he train his shoulders? He looks so good in clothes?" Mark muttered.

That woman looked very mysterious. She was also wearing a black robe, and the small chin that was exposed convinced Mark that she should be a beauty, but other than that, every part of her body was tightly wrapped. She followed the man, and vehicles and pedestrians seemed to make her particularly curious. She looked around, like a child who hadn't been out for a long time.

Mark shook his head, amused at his absurd metaphor, and the man and woman quickly disappeared from his mind.