I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

"Family is important."

In the park, the old man with white hair was talking to the young people.

"Whether they're superheroes or regular people, they all have families."

Wearing fashionable sunglasses, the old man spoke eloquently.

The young man sitting next to the bench opened a box of chocolate gift boxes, took out the chocolates and put them in his mouth.

The sweet and cloying taste will make some people uncomfortable, and some people will love it like crazy.

"So love and family can also change a person."

The old man looked at the box of chocolates and said unceremoniously, "Of course, sharing is also very important."

After hearing this, John silently picked up a piece of chocolate and put it in his mouth, raised his eyebrows and said, "Sorry, selfishness is our nature."

The old man blew his beard and glared, and said, "Selfishness is not a superhero quality."

"I didn't say I was a superhero." John curled his lips, "I have never used superheroes as a code of self-restraint."

"Okay." After saying this, the old man turned his head and glanced at the chocolate secretly, "Do you know a sentence?"

"Life is like chocolate, you never know what the next one will taste like." The old man said the truth.

John looked at the ingredient list and said, "It says hazelnut chocolate here."

Old man: "..."

John smiled and handed over the chocolate.

The old man smiled happily, picked up one and put it in his mouth.

"Oh, so sweet."

It was so sweet that the old man's teeth almost fell out.

John disagreed, "That's how wizards taste. I know this better than you."

"It's like you know superheroes."

The old man paused and looked at the sketchbook on his lap.

Turning over a page, it showed the appearance of a bloated battle armor.

Mark 1.

"This is a wonderful world." John shook his head and said, "The person who created it may not be great, but he must be very imaginative."

He looked at the old man and said, "Tell me, what does it feel like to watch those people in your fantasy appear?"

The old man said: "I'm very happy."

Spider-Man swings between high-rise buildings.

Daredevil haunts the streets and alleys.

The prodigal son of Iron Man returns.

Each one is full of personal charm.

And these once existed in the old man's writings.

The old man leaned on the bench and looked around.

"This may be a very bizarre thing." He looked at John, "In my life, I lose some and gain some through these constant creations."

"When life comes to an end, I thought I would go to heaven or hell."

The old man shook his head and said, "No, I'm here."

He pointed at his feet.

"A real world, the only difference is that there are superheroes here."

"And you, John." The old man looked at John, "You don't exist in my story. Maybe you think I have some ability to change reality."

"But I can tell you, no."

"I am just a spectator, looking at the world that once existed in my fantasy."

“I watched those kids become heroes and change.”

The old man shrugged, "Sometimes I get involved."

John asked, "You know the fate of all of them, for you created them."

"That was once, John." The old man shook his head and said, "Where I was, they called me the father of superheroes, but here, I'm just an old man."

“Showing up in cities every day and watching those kids become superheroes.”

"I don't want to control them," the old man said. "It's like a father watching his children grow up. I can't miss their coming-of-age ceremony."

He looked at the light ball in John's hand and asked curiously: "What is that?"

"I call it fate." John said as he handed over the ball of light in his hand, "Get it from the God I killed."

"You kill God?" the old man sighed, "What a crazy guy."

From the moment John snapped his fingers, he seemed to have pierced a layer of window paper.

See more that others cannot see, or are ignored.

The old man in front of me is the origin of superheroes.

It wasn't the first time John saw him, but it was only when he caught his fate that he recognized the old man.

"Kid, you are not a superhero." The old man patted John on the shoulder, "But I believe you are not a super villain."

"Did you put chocolate on my clothes?"

The old man coughed twice and changed the subject, "When I witnessed the birth of the superhero, I also looked at you."

"You are very special," the old man said. "What should have been a pity ceased to exist after you appeared. What should have been gone has appeared because of your existence."

"You're affecting this place, it's like the world has fallen into a modified bug."

"But it is undeniable that the world is a better place because of you."

The old man looked at the old woman he had found, and stood up to greet her.

"You know, the soul gem is special. If you cheated the gem, the gem will make you pay the price."

"Of course I know," John said, "equivalent exchange."

Seeing that the old man was about to leave, he couldn't help but ask, "Where are you going?"

"Me?" the old man said matter-of-factly, "Of course I'm going home."

"I told you, I'm not God." The old man said to John, "You're like a traveler, kid."

"Find your ship and go home."

John watched the old man walk away.

They were just like an ordinary couple.

I sat on the bench for a while.

John shook his head and said, "Go home?"

Some faces appear in my mind.

John knew that he was already at home.

No need for a second one.

He said that he was never a superhero.

There is also no sharing and selfless heart.

He is a selfish person.

Exploring and seeking knowledge can further stimulate your own interests.

Standing up and leaving the bench, John handed the chocolate in his hand to the child next to him.

"Don't eat too much, it will cause tooth decay."

The child is wary but cannot hide his love for chocolate.

John put down the chocolate and left.

After he left, the child picked up the chocolate and put it in his mouth.

The sweet taste made him unable to put it down.

"Wonka, where are you?"

...

Matt is a lawyer by day and a vigilante night demon by night.

Heroes like them are called street heroes.

Their unwillingness to disclose their identities also made their actions illegal in the eyes of law enforcement officials.

Conflicts with law enforcement officers sometimes occur.

But in a place like Hell's Kitchen, the emergence of street heroes is the tacit approval of the police department that turns a blind eye.