A Little Thing in the Marvel Universe

It's just a sure hit, not a sure kill.

Although Amora lost one of her left arms, had a bloody hole in her chest, and was vomiting blood, she was still alive.

"Tch, you didn't hit any vital parts." Belle said, sounding very regretful, "It's a pity, I can't hit the second shot with that move just now."

Even if she didn't say it, Amora knew that such blood and soul could not be found just anywhere.

"It seems you lost the bet, I'm not dead yet."

Amora spit out a mouthful of blood as she spoke, but she won. As long as she didn't have the moves like just now, ordinary guns and bullets couldn't hurt her at all.

Belle ignored Amora. She looked at her left hand, recalling the feeling just now, the ability to instinctively steal other people's blood and souls, the excited trembling when releasing the spear to attack, and now, the feeling in her hand. Restless, eager energy.

"Really?" Belle's left hand faintly flashed with lightning, "I think we can try again."

Before she could take action, a black Hummer rushed out from a nearby alley and drifted to a stop between Belle and Amora.The window on the side facing Belle was lowered, and two black gun muzzles stuck out.The door on the other side opened, and Sitwell personally led people to pick up the seriously injured Amora into the car.

The machine gun fired a round, but failed to hurt Belle. She only waved her right hand lightly, and all the bullets immediately lost their inertia and fell to the ground with clatter.But by delaying this moment, he also missed the best opportunity to pursue.Facing the car speeding away, she could neither use the space jump just now nor open a portal.

Amora escapes seriously injured, and the deception she set up around Baker Street fails.Clint and Peter, who couldn't find a way out for a long time, finally got out of trouble and split into two groups. Clint went to No. 221B Baker Street, and Peter followed the signal from Belle's ring and came to the battlefield two streets away.

Peter's senses were extremely sensitive, and he noticed the strong smell of blood the moment Amora's psychedelic magic disappeared.As he followed the ring signal all the way, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, irritating his nasal cavity and causing a dull pain.The movements of his feet were getting faster and faster, and his heartbeat was getting faster and faster. When he ran to the street, he saw blood on the ground, a pile of bullets, and Belle slumped on the ground leaning against a store window. He was frightened. My soul almost flew away.

He crossed the last distance with a big jump. Because the speed was too fast and the impact was too strong, when he landed, he brought up a strong wind, which blew Belle's hair flying around.

"If you land more accurately, you can just trample me to death. It's better than freezing to death."

In August in the UK, the nighttime temperature is just over ten degrees.The Ripper's trench coat was thrown away by her in Baker Street. The tight dress she wore to play the role of fish bait had no effect on keeping out the cold. In addition to her physical weakness, Peter's handsome appearance also came with special airflow effects. Belle was cold. trembling.

"Ah, ah, I'm sorry," Peter apologized quickly, then looked down at his Spider-Man suit, "I chased you out too quickly, and I threw all my clothes in the control room."

Belle sighed and rolled her eyes.She thought about it, and estimated that the sum of a person's IQ and EQ is a fixed value. If the IQ is too high, a person will not be able to do things.Although the sample size is insufficient, Peter's case clearly conforms to this hypothesis.

Just when Peter was acting stupid, Clint came over.Looking at the messy streets, Peter, who was at a loss, and Belle, who was trembling with her arms folded, couldn't quite understand what was going on.

But he was much more sensible than Peter. He took off his leather jacket (he was wearing casual clothes) and threw it to Belle without asking anything. Then he looked at Peter like an idiot and thought to himself that this great opportunity has not happened yet. Hug him, is his heart too pure or his mind too stupid?

Belle put on Clint's clothes and finally felt a little warmer.

"I just came from Baker Street. How did that man die? What happened here?" Clint asked.

"The enemy ran away, but I didn't stop him. But don't chase her. She is a woman who is good at using charm magic. She also has an accomplice whose identity is unknown, and the bullets belong to them. Most of the blood belongs to the person who died on Baker Street. He is the murderer, and I injured the witch with his blood. I'm fine, I'm just tired. Let's go back and elaborate on the rest."

Belle explained concisely and concisely, telling a story with a huge amount of information in a very relaxed tone.Peter was still in shock, but Clint immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.He quickly made a phone call and asked the accompanying SHIELD members to deal with the aftermath as quickly as possible. He himself collected some blood samples according to the location Belle pointed to.

"Let's get out of here," Clint said.

It was almost dawn when the three of them rushed back to the hotel.However, the sun rises very early in the UK during the summer, and it takes several hours for most people to get up.They slipped into the room quietly without attracting anyone's attention.

The next day, both Belle and Peter took time off.The President was told by Clint that the crisis was over and that even in their absence, there was no particular danger.

Belle was resting in bed in the hotel, and Peter was sitting watching TV, but his mind was not on the BBC program at all.

It had been quiet for less than half an hour, but Peter still couldn't help but say: "SHIELD is really powerful. It actually concealed such a big thing from the eyes of the British."

"Actually, it's not a big deal," Belle answered him. "A window was broken in the Baker Street Museum. They also had a way to clean up the blood on the street. I stopped all the bullets and didn't cause any damage. The only problem is That person is dead. That’s what you want to ask here, right?”

Peter asked with some concern: "I saw the photo taken by Clint, and the man had a sword stuck in his chest. That wasn't you, right?"

"It's true, but the sword did not cause fatal injuries." Belle said, noticing that Peter's expression was not right, and knowing that he seemed to be guessing something terrible, she quickly explained to him: "What is really fatal is The witch and I were fighting for control over him. The witch's and I's abilities affected his thoughts at the same time, burning out his brain. The blood was taken out after his death. The enemy was too strong, and I had nothing else. There is a way to defeat her."

"So, are you okay?"

Anyway, after all she killed someone, Peter was worried she would have PTSD.

Of course Belle understood, but she couldn't tell the truth. She couldn't tell Peter that she didn't feel anything after killing someone, and she even felt a little excited, right?

"Of course it's not good. If it were good, I would buy the bobblehead doll I saw yesterday. Why are you still lying here?"

This is actually true.After beating Amora away yesterday, Belle happened to be leaning against the window of a tourist souvenir shop. The bobblehead dolls of the Queen of England and Mr. Bean displayed inside were so cute.

Unexpectedly, Peter actually smiled. He took out a wrapped box and handed it to Belle. Inside was the doll that Belle was interested in.

"Bought it this morning."

Looking at the two little shaking heads in the box, Belle felt that she hadn't woken up.

"Why are you so smart this time?"

"Clint told me last night." Peter was very honest and admitted it directly.

"Didn't he tell you anything else?"

"Tell me, I will pay attention next time." He said seriously.

"Do you want another time?"

……

London did not fall, and the president and his family were safe.

After the United Kingdom, the president traveled around Europe a lot, including Paris, Berlin, Budapest, and even Istanbul, which has tense relations with the United States.The Secret Service and S.H.I.E.L.D. did their jobs, and the journey was uneventful.Only some traces of Hydra have been found in Paris and Istanbul.But it was just a trace, and no clues were found.

After returning to the United States, Belle and Clint submitted very detailed reports to Tony Stark and SHIELD respectively about London.Combined with the previous reports, Tony increasingly felt that the witch was an Asgardian. He was also very worried about Belle's murder and the use of human blood as weapons to defeat the witch, and was even a little afraid.As for why the witch came to Belle, and whether there was any other purpose for the series of murders, there is still no conclusion.The research on the "Three Mysteries" obtained from the Minister of Energy has also made no progress.Not to mention that after Belle used General McConville to alert the enemy last time, SHIELD's tracking of Hydra also reached a deadlock.

"What the hell is this?"

Tony threw the information down. He couldn't understand it, so he simply stopped thinking about it.He turned around and went to the workshop, tinkering with his steel armor.

Captain America was more responsible, and he had a long talk with Belle.He talked about his experiences fighting Nazis and Hydra on the battlefield and so on.In short, he received a satisfactory answer, and Belle said that she would never fight in such a bloody and cruel way.

……

After this incident, Peter and Belle finally lived a stable life in Washington for a few days.Peter applied for an exchange student here and worked as a tutor for Charlie Conway, while Belle continued to work for the president and his wife in the White House.More than a month has passed like this, calmly.

Calm days never last long, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to continue writing.

In late October, before Halloween, the two finally got a vacation at the same time. Peter drove south along Interstate 95, planning to go to Miami to make up for the summer they had no choice but to miss in their busy schedule.

"The rent has gone up again recently," Peter complained.

"Don't you have two salaries as an Avenger and as the President's tutor?" Belle said, "Isn't it more than enough to pay the rent?"

"I mean, if we can share a house, wouldn't it save money? There is no need to pay two rents, right? There is a two-bedroom apartment for rent in the building opposite me. Why don't you think..."

Yes, they don't live together, don't think about it.

But this is not the point. The point is that before Peter could finish his words, a burning black muscle car suddenly overtook from the left, then used extremely cool driving skills to make a 180-degree U-turn and parked head-on in front of Peter and Belle. On the way.

Peter slammed on the brakes, and before the car came to a stop, he was about to rush out to save others, but Belle held him back.

"Don't get off the car, no matter what happens, don't get off the car."

Peter didn't understand what this meant. When he was about to ask, he realized that Belle was no longer in the car. She stood between him and the burning car.

Peter saw a flaming humanoid skeleton getting out of the muscle car.This was the most magical creature he had ever seen. The black leather jacket and leather pants were too cool to have friends, but the blazing flames and terrifying skull clearly meant it was extremely dangerous.

Robbie Reyes, who transformed into the Ghost Rider, showed his mobile phone to Belle. The photo on it was the dead body of Jack Mitchinson who had been drained of blood and stripped of his soul.

Belle had long been mentally prepared for the Ghost Rider to come to her door.

"Well, I did."

Ghost Rider nodded and pulled out a burning iron chain with a wave of his hand. As the iron chain danced, light flew and sparks flew everywhere.

The chain hit the ground heavily, making a loud noise, but it still couldn't cover up the Ghost Rider's low declaration:

"cost!"