Marvel Road to Survival

dark

empty darkness

There is no touch, no perception, no passage of time, no movement of thoughts in nothingness

"where am I"

"who I am"

groping, searching, touching

"I'm so tired. I have to continue looking for a job tomorrow."

"Why should I look for a job? Why should I work? What is the job?"

Tick

Tick

The sound of water drops falling to the ground was heard.

"I'm too forgetful. I'm really old, and I didn't turn off the bathroom faucet."

In the darkness, the sound of slippers tapping on the floor came. This was the only sound in the sticky darkness.

"My bathroom faucet, why did I turn off the faucet? What was I doing? What was I doing just now?"

The clack of slippers became chaotic, and people's steps became disordered.

"Why can't I remember how much I drank last night?"

"I remembered how exciting the roller coaster was. The school girl was so scared that she couldn't stand still. She was so scared."

A ray of light illuminated a small space in the darkness, and a hand appeared, a dripping faucet. The slender fingers tightened the faucet, and the dripping sound stopped.

"I'm Qiao Qi. I'm looking for a job after graduation. I went to the playground with my friends yesterday, and I had a drink with them last night."

"However, a lot of things seemed to happen after drinking. It seemed like a long, long time passed."

"I can't drink like this anymore. Alcohol will make my hands shake. I rely on these hands to draw."

The man in the darkness walked step by step, leaving the light, the faucet, and the past.

It was as if he suddenly understood where he came from and where he was going.

A hand grasped the doorknob in the darkness.

click

The door opened, and the warm morning light shone into the living room. The white curtains were moved by the breeze. The light and shadow in the living room intertwined, and a red sun was rising in the east.

The thin man licked his dry lips, walked to the dining table with his messy hair, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it all.

Behind him, the man walked out of the door.

The bedroom was embraced by the light from the rising sun, and the plain bedding was neat and tidy, as if no one had been lying on it. The bedside table lamp emits orange light, and a copy of The Da Vinci Code is lying on the pillow. It seems that the owner of this house is used to studying and sleeping late, and always forgets to turn off the table lamp.

There is no private bathroom or faucet in the small bedroom.

New York, early morning.

Tony Stark was woken up from his sleep by a phone call. The caller was Nick Fury.

"Jorge Garcia, dead"

He stood there for a long time and didn't even notice until the person on the other end hung up the phone.

In the Stark Industries special medical room, Matt's eyes were a little red and he looked at Luke who was sleeping soundly and remained silent. In the storage room next door were the results of his surprise interrogation after receiving Jozy's email the night before. Several of Kingpin's spies were buried in Stark.

In Japan, Daniel's iron fist emits a blazing golden light, and a phantom of a dragon hovers around him. Opposite were the members of the Hino family who were silent.

In a nursing home in Germany, Frank looked at the boy Eli on the hospital bed.

"If someone wants to remember what he has done, he needs to be remembered by his posthumous name."

The veteran hung up the phone, and a teardrop as big as a bean accidentally fell on the floor.

Peter Parker, who had just returned to the hotel from Lao Mo, received the bad news before he could recover from Coulson's identity.

"Unfortunately, we searched the entire place where the incident occurred, but his remains were not left. I experienced it all from a distance, and no one can survive that kind of force."

Coulson was injured all over, but he still insisted on revealing his identity and informed Peter personally. Spidey is still growing up, and the death of his best friend, his mentor as a hero, may leave the child devastated.

Manhattan, New York.

Jessica quietly left her best friend Tracy's house before dawn. She covered her red and swollen eyes with sunglasses. The Chevrolet full-size SUV started, she entered the coordinates of a wilderness in Mexico State, and the car sped out of the city.

Queens, Commissioner George's home.

Gwen opened the door like a zombie and didn't even notice that the key was broken and stuck in the keyhole. His steps were shaky, his whole body seemed to be sinking into the water, and everything around him seemed far away.

Two hours ago, she received a call from Mr. Stark. From disbelief at the beginning, to angrily accusing the other party of making such a joke, to hysterical crying, and finally silence.

Finally, a person walked out of the Stark Industries intern dormitory alone. She walked barefoot in her pajamas, through the streets and alleys, and before she knew it, she was back home.

Director George hurried downstairs when he heard the sound of the door opening. The baby girl, who used to be so glorious, had sunken eye sockets, a sallow complexion, and her lustrous blond hair was now like a withered weed.

She stared blankly at her father in the living room, her thin shoulders trembling slightly.

"Dad, I'm lovelorn"

With a pop, Gwen fell to the ground.

Early morning in the New Mexico wilderness.

A majestic man stood in front of a huge crater, looking at the handprints in the crater. The sunlight reflected the bright color on his long blond hair. There was a beautiful white woman beside him who was shocked by the scene in front of him.

With a pop, Thor fell to his knees and shouted for his hammer.

In the distance, a team of special service officers surrounded him at some point. They suddenly threw the man down and quickly put a back cuff on his back. The woman screamed in fright.

The strong man's face was pressed into the sand, and he was very unwilling to do so. He twisted his body and called loudly for his father.

The man in a black vest walked over holding a folding bow: "He is talking about Mjolnir. George Garcia also said that that is the name of the hammer. Take him back to New York."

The sun rose and set, and at dusk, a full-size Chevrolet SUV with a flying eagle logo came to the crater. A woman wearing high riding boots got out of the car, her black hair tousled by the wind in the wilderness, and she stumbled towards the crater. Entering the crater, I rummaged through the rocks, not paying attention to the flesh and blood that had not yet dried up in the crater and the buzzing of flies.

The agent from afar wanted to come up and stop him, but was stopped by a senior agent, Agent Ward.

For a long time, until the sun set below the horizon, night enveloped the wilderness.

The woman was still carefully rummaging through the pit. She was holding many pieces of clothing and fabric in one hand, and the other hand had been bruised and bruised by sand and gravel.

There are no stars and moon tonight, and the sky is covered with dark clouds. Lightning flashed across the clouds, and thunder echoed across the Gobi. Heavy rains followed, turning the dry wilderness into mud.

The rain washed away all traces, and the blood that had not dried up gathered into small streams, blurred by the rain. The fragments of bones and flesh and some fabric fragments were also covered in mud and water. The desperate Jessica knelt in the mud, her long black hair covered her pale cheeks. She looked up at the sky and let out heart-breaking wails.