Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Frank woke up suddenly, sitting up and looking around warily. He found himself in a dark alley, empty, the sky was raining, and those cold raindrops fell on his face, bringing a hint of coolness.

The man stood up, and a bolt of lightning fell from the sky, illuminating the alley and the blood-stained skull on his chest.

A tingling sensation made his expression grim, Frank turned his head, a woman stood at the entrance of the alley staring at him, behind her there was a thick indissoluble darkness.

Her blonde hair shone and glowed in the rain. Her skin was as white as ivory, and her blue eyes reflected the blood-stained figure of the man standing opposite her. But the man drew his pistol and aimed it at her.

His arms were like steel, without the slightest tremor. The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the beautiful face of the woman, as if she would shoot immediately if she moved a little.

"Does it hurt?" the woman asked softly.

His hands began to tremble.

There was rain on Frank Custer's face, the woman's face he knew all too well. But he still held the gun.

Two children, a boy and a girl, slowly emerged from the thick darkness behind the woman. They wore blood-stained clothes, their expressions were dead, and their bodies were full of bullet holes. The boy's dark eyes were fixed on Frank's face, and he asked, "Dad, why are you pointing a gun at Mommy?"

The same goes for girls: "Dad, have you forgotten us?"

Frank looked straight ahead, his eyes didn't seem to be on the three people he knew all too well, but passed through. He stared into the darkness behind them. He gritted his teeth, and water droplets ran across the corners of his eyes, dripping down to his chin and falling to the ground. I don't know if it's tears or rain.

Three gunshots rang out, and a bolt of lightning struck again. Frank stood there in a daze, the gun was gone. The mutilated corpses of his wife and children lay at his feet, his blood-stained hands grabbed the cuffs of his trousers, screaming resentment from his throat.

"Why are you doing this!"

"You killed me! Dad! You killed us!"

"I hate you!"

The words of the dead relatives made his face pale, and darkness came around him and enveloped him completely.

He heard it, heard it very clearly, and something was whispering in his ear in the dark: "Come on, sleep, there will be no more pain. There will be no more harm, and no more pain. You just have to need to sleep peacefully..."

The scene painted by that voice was so moving that he seemed to see himself living with his wife and children, living together without any worries. Wasn't that picture exactly what he had always wanted?

Is it really? he asked himself.

A grim smile flashed across his expressionless face, and countless blood-red images flashed back in front of him, blood engulfing him. Those who had been killed by him screamed and roared as ghosts, cursing him in a hell of fire.

The Punisher was unmoved, with a satisfied smile on his grim face. Watching them scream and suffer was exactly what he wanted.

He left that reassuring darkness behind him and leaped into hell. The hatred and anger in his heart turned into flames and began to burn on him, and he didn't care about it, he just laughed wildly and waved the long knife that appeared in his hand at an unknown time, killing the resentful souls that rushed towards him over and over again.

In this brutal slaughter, his flesh and blood gradually turned into nothingness in the burning pain. Frank Custer disappeared, and a skeleton on fire stood in its place, a sea of ​​corpses and blood beneath its feet.

In the real world, Frank, who was placed in the center of the circle after being submerged in corpses, suddenly opened his eyes.

The flames burned on him, turning him into a burning skeleton in an instant.

This creature stood there, surrounded by unbelievable guilt, it laughed frantically, howling like a beast: "Sin!"

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Rhodes fiddled with the pulse rifle in his hand, which Tony fiddled with in his spare time. But it's still incredibly powerful compared to live ammunition. After he closed the weapons manufacturing department of Stark Enterprises, he has not sold any weapons to the outside world, even if the government is begging to buy his "little toys".

This thing is only for use by members of the Avengers.

His armor was taken away by them, and if nothing else, the title of soldier is now stripped. Soon his face will be seen on TV, probably accompanied by the words "wanted criminal". But he didn't care at all.

Rod looked at the pulse rifle in his hand and sat in the back of the Quinjet. For the first time in his life, his father's voice disappeared from his mind.

It made him feel relieved and even wanted to smile.

Steve was in the cockpit, he didn't know how to fly a Quinjet, and Clint was in the main pilot's seat, manually adjusting the course, and they were going to see what was holding Frank up for so long before they went The sanctuary joins Natasha Romanoff with his family.

Quinjets flew over New York, and they came to New York Harbor. The whole process did not make any sound, like a ghost.

The AI's voice sounded in the cabin: "Warning! A very high-level magical energy burst has been detected on the ground, and the energy level is four! Do you need to notify Kama Taj?"

Clint and Steve looked at each other. Before Steve could speak, a dazzling fire broke out from the ground and shot straight into the sky.

The intelligent AI immediately relayed the situation on the ground to the cabin. They quickly returned from the cockpit to the rear cabin. Rhode gave them a serious look and pointed to the holographic projection screen. The scene above was startling.

There's a flaming skeleton on it swinging a chain, destroying a building with each swing. It opened its mouth wide, its jaws opened and closed, collided, and laughed wildly in silence. But in just half a minute, it has destroyed three nearby residential buildings, causing countless casualties.

"What the hell is that?!"

"Demon? Undead? Damn, I really miss Ho and Strange, this kind of thing should be their job." Rhode frowned, he would press the button just above the pulse rifle in his hand, the rifle was buzzing It unfolded after a bang, and light blue rays of light emanated from the unfolded gaps on its body, turning Rhodes' face into light blue.

Steve put on his helmet, he told the AI ​​to open the rear hatch, then turned to the two and said, "Whatever that is... I think we'd better go down and stop it."