Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Frank woke up suddenly. He sat up and looked around warily. He found himself in a dark alley, empty, and it was raining. The cold raindrops fell on his face, bringing a slight chill.

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The man stood up, and a bolt of lightning struck from the sky, illuminating the alley and the bloody skull on his chest.

A stinging feeling made his expression become ferocious. Frank turned his head. A woman stood at the entrance of the alley and stared at him. Behind her, there was a thick darkness that could not be resolved.

Her blond hair shined, exuding halo 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 pulled out his pistol and pointed it at her.

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His arms were as if they were made of steel, without any trembling. The gun was pointed at the woman's beautiful face, as if he would shoot as soon as she made the slightest movement.

"Does it hurt?" the woman asked softly.

His hands began to tremble.

Rain streaked across Frank Custer's face. He was very familiar with this woman's face. But he still held the gun.

Two children, a boy and a girl, slowly walked out from the thick darkness behind the woman. They were wearing blood-stained clothes, with dull expressions, and their bodies were full of bullet holes. The boy's dark eyes stared at Frank's face, and he asked

: "Dad, why did you point the gun at mom?"

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

Frank looked straight ahead. His eyes didn't seem to be on these three people he was very familiar with, but passed through them. He stared at the darkness behind them. He gritted his teeth and there was something in the corner of his eye.

The water droplets streaked across my face, dripping down to my chin and falling to the ground. I don’t know whether they were tears or rain.

Three gunshots rang out, and a bolt of lightning struck again. Frank stood there blankly, and the gun was gone. The mutilated bodies of his wife and children fell at his feet, and he stretched out his bloody hand.

She grabbed his trousers and screamed with resentment from her throat.

"Why are you doing this!"

"It was you who killed me! Dad! It was you who killed us!"

"I hate you!"

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

He heard it, heard it very clearly, and something in the darkness was whispering softly in his ear: "Come on, go to sleep, there will be no more pain. There will be no more harm, and you don't have to endure the pain anymore. You just have to

Need to sleep quietly..."

The scene painted by that voice was so moving. He seemed to see himself, his wife, and children living together carefree. Wasn't that scene what he had always longed for?

Is this really the case? He asked himself.

A trace of a sinister smile flashed across his expressionless face, and countless blood-red scenes began to flash back before his eyes, and the blood engulfed him. Those who had been killed by him turned into dead souls, screaming and roaring.

The flaming hell cursed him.

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

He left the reassuring darkness behind and jumped into hell. The hatred and anger in his heart turned into flames and began to burn on him, but he didn't care about it, he just laughed wildly and waved his hands for unknown reasons.

The long knife appeared and killed the resentful souls that rushed towards him over and over again.

In this brutal killing, his flesh and blood gradually turned into nothingness in the painful burning. Frank Custer disappeared, and a flaming skeleton stood in his place, with a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood at its feet.

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

The flames burned on his body, turning him into a burning skeleton in an instant. The creature stood there, surrounded by an unbelievably rich sin. It laughed maniacally, howling like a wild beast:

"sin!"

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Rhodes fiddled with the pulse rifle in his hand. This thing was made out of boredom by Tony in his spare time. But it is still incredibly powerful compared to live ammunition weapons. He has not sold any to the outside world since he closed the weapons manufacturing department of Stark Enterprises.

Weapons, even if the government begs to come 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, his title as a soldier will also be stripped away. Soon you will see his face on TV, probably with the words "Wanted Criminal". But he doesn't do anything about it.

not give a damn about.

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

It made him feel relaxed and even want to smile.

Steve was sitting in the cockpit. He didn't know how to fly a Quinjet. Clint was sitting in the main pilot's seat, adjusting the route manually. They planned to first see what delayed Frank for so long, and then go

The shelter meets Natasha Romanoff with his family.

The Quinjet flew over New York and they arrived at the New York port. The whole process made no sound, like a ghost.

AI's voice sounded in the cabin: "Warning! An extremely high-level witchcraft energy burst has been detected on the ground. 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 burst out from the ground and shot straight into the sky.

The smart AI immediately relayed the situation on the ground to the cabin. They quickly returned from the cockpit to the back cabin. Rhodes looked at them with a serious expression and pointed at the holographic projection screen. The scene above was shocking.

There was a flaming skeleton waving the iron chain in its hand, destroying a building with each swing. It opened its mouth wide, opened and closed its jaws, collided, and laughed silently. In just half a minute, it had already destroyed nearby buildings.

There were numerous casualties in the three residential buildings.

"What the hell is that?!"

"Devil? Undead? Damn it, I really miss He and Strange. This kind of thing should be their job." Rhodes frowned. He pressed the button directly above the pulse rifle in his hand, and the rifle buzzed.

It unfolded with a sound, and light blue light emitted from the unfolded gaps on its body, illuminating Rhodes' face into light blue.

Steve put on his helmet and asked the AI ​​to open the rear hatch. Then he turned around and said to the two of them: "Whatever that thing is... I think we'd better go down and stop it."