Marvel's Necromancer

"We come with good intentions and hope Mr. Ivan will not make a mistake."

The lady who spoke elegantly sat on the booth next to Ivan, with a charming smile, and her eyes inadvertently fell on Ivan's slightly outstretched hand.

The atmosphere became tense for a moment.

"What was supposed to come has come." Ivan sighed in his heart. He had expected this situation, but he didn't expect SHIELD to come so quickly.

Ivan remained silent, without pausing in the movements of his hands.

Cross the knife, pick up the napkin next to the knife, and wipe away the remaining food residue from the corner of your mouth.

He smiled and said calmly: "What do you two want from me?"

"It's dinner time, do this..." Ivan quickly looked at the two of them. "Not very polite."

This short, semi-bald guy should be Coulson, and the other one is Melinda, the Iron Cavalry? No, Melinda should have switched to a civilian job by this time. Damn, it can’t be Black Widow, right? Is SHIELD giving me this face?

At this moment, Ivan quickly thought about their identity and purpose, SHIELD's attitude towards him, and how he should deal with it.

"It's never too late." Coulson said with a smile, "I am Agent Phil Coulson, and this is Agent Natasha." Black Widow waved to Ivan in response.

"We are from the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Agency." While showing his ID, Colson said a noun very fast. To Ivan, it sounded like Colson had just performed a rap for him.

"Agent Phil Coulson..." Ivan said with a complicated mood. He had long known that SHIELD's name was convoluted before it changed its name, but he didn't expect it to be so convoluted.

"Just call me Coulson." Coulson responded quickly, with a gentle tone and a kind smile, like an old friend, making people lower their guard unconsciously.

"What...what game are you talking about?" Ivan tried to repeat the full name of SHIELD, but finally gave up. "Didn't your boss consider changing it to a more pleasant name?"

"This sentence sounds familiar," Colson said. "I hear it several times every day."

Aunt Maggie glanced worriedly in Ivan's direction from behind the bar. She always felt that it was not good for Ivan to be surrounded by two strangers. They didn't seem to be Ivan's friends.

Ivan smiled and waved to Aunt Maggie to reassure her.

"We evaluate people with special abilities." Colson said his purpose. "Give me some advice and guidance."

"At the same time, register your abilities and arrange for regular inspections by the corresponding personnel." Natasha interjected, as if she was playing a bad role.

Ivan was very impressed by the SHIELD organization, and they would have a hand in almost anyone in Marvel. This organization and their mortal enemy Hydra were born almost at the same time during World War II (it can be traced back to ancient Egypt in the comics). The righteous S.H.I.E.L.D. wants to protect world peace, while the Hydra side that wants to rule the world has become evil. Villain.

S.H.I.E.L.D. eliminated Hydra during World War II, of course, on the bright side. The remaining Hydra turned from bright to dark and penetrated into almost every class of every country, including S.H.I.E.L.D. Ivan was still thinking before this, what should he do if the people who come to contact him are not the S.H.I.E.L.D. members under Black Braised Egg, but the S.H.I.E.L.D.

Fortunately, the current development is beneficial to Ivan, if he performs well enough in the future.

"We have been committed to protecting the security of the world, preventing major threats, and handling special events. Based on this concept, we found you." Colson took out a few photos from the folder he carried with him and placed them in front of Ivan.

Ivan pushed away the empty plate in front of him and glanced at the photos on the table. The content of those photos should be screenshots of the video. When the lizard men invaded the school, they were a series of screenshots taken when he directed the Skeleton Warrior to get the Coke in the corridor, and there was even a close-up of himself taking the Coke.

So it was exposed here? Ivan regretted and was glad that he had asked the Skeleton Warrior to get Coke. What he regretted was that he did not find out whether there were cameras in the corridor. Fortunately, he asked the skeleton to do this, otherwise he would not have had the chance to contact the relatively friendly god. Shield.

"What is this? Mr. Ivan?" Colson asked Ivan, pointing to the skeleton in the photo.

"What do you need it for?" Ivan said easily, pushing the photo in front of him back to Colson so that the waitress could put down the large thick-cut steak.

"You need to tell us, what is it? What are your abilities?" Colson put his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and looked down at Ivan.

"I can't do that." Ivan ignored Colson and focused on cutting off a small piece of tender and juicy thick-cut steak, smearing the sauce on the plate and putting it in his mouth to taste.

Father Henry's craftsmanship is still so good. Ivan sighed in his heart.

"Mr. Ivan, if you have been wronged, we will seek justice for you, but we will take some drastic measures against mutants who do not cooperate and are harmful to society." The charming face of the Black Widow turned cold, and her words Revealing a threat.

"Under our feet is the land of the United States. American laws and police protect the people here. American laws do not protect mutants. I am not a mutant, but American law does not protect me. At the same time, it cannot stop me. When the law cannot When we protect you, you see it as a threat, and you have to eliminate the threat.”

"We treat mutants and ordinary people equally, and we can provide you with protection." Colson tried to convince Ivan, "Our strength and scale are far beyond your imagination."

Colson clapped his hands three times, and the restaurant that was originally filled with buzzing chatter suddenly fell silent. Aunt Maggie and the waiter looked at these customers who acted in unison and suddenly fell silent with some surprise.

"We are everywhere."

Colson clapped his hands three times again, and all the customers turned around and looked in the direction of Ivan's table.

While cutting the steak, Ivan looked at the restaurant agents with interest. Some of them were old people, some looked like gangsters, some looked like truck drivers, and some looked like couples traveling. Wait a minute, the couple pretending to be a couple. Why are the agents still holding hands?

Ivan pulled his thoughts back. He took a bite of steak, chewed it carefully, and took a long time to swallow it under the watchful eyes of the agents in the restaurant. This behavior seriously wore down the patience of the agents.

"You think these ordinary people can stop me?"

"They are professionally trained agents..." Colson was interrupted by Ivan before he could finish his words.

"Colson, and this Agent Natasha." Ivan said leisurely, "Do you dare to look me in the eyes?"

"And you, fellow agents, do you dare to look me in the eye?"

Why don't you dare? Even a clay man, Colson, was quite angry. Just when Ivan raised his head, he stared straight into Ivan's iron-gray eyes, but he saw gray mist flowing in Ivan's eyes. The feeling of horror was like an electric current. It went straight from Colson's tailbone to the top of his head. In a daze, he felt like he saw someone stabbing a sharp blade from his back. He saw a bloody blade stabbing out of his chest.

Colson looked away in fear, only to realize that his back felt cold, the center of his chest was beating like a drum, and his forehead was already covered with dense cold sweat without even realizing it.

He saw that Natasha's face was pale and blue, and she was holding her hands on the table to sit still. He turned his head and saw his pale colleagues pulling out their pistols.

"Put down the guns! Everyone put down the guns!" Colson shouted to stop his excited colleagues, but he felt that everything was a bit erratic. It felt like his voice was not coming from his mouth, but floating from far away. Come.

"Relax, relax, take a deep breath, I mean no harm." Ivan comforted Colson with a slight smile, "None of you have a heart disease, right?"

Colson took a few deep breaths before he felt better. He held the back of the booth and sat down, looking a little shaken.

"What's that?" he asked.

"It's just a normal fear reaction, you saw your own death."

"My death? Is this your ability?" Coulson couldn't understand what type of power this was for a while.

"Your ability is to create hallucinations?" Natasha felt that she had grasped some clues, so what was the triggering principle? Secreting hallucinogens? Hypnosis through eyes? But this still doesn't explain what happened in the video.

"Colson, Colson." Ivan said Colson's name over and over again, "You still don't understand."

"I'm not a mutant, and this isn't some genetically mutated superpower." Ivan put the handle of the table knife in the palm of his hand, grabbed the handle with his thumb and index finger, and stretched his index finger to press on it. The black mist flowed from him. It emerged from the hand and snaked around the table knife like a black snake. It bloomed like a flower at the tip of the knife, revealing a miniature human face that was wailing silently.

"I feel death, touch death, and control death." Ivan waved his hand to disperse the black mist on the knife. "Let the irrelevant people leave and I'll tell you what this is."

After some performances, Ivan took over the right to speak. Colson and Natasha looked at each other and he clapped his hands. The agents carried out the order without hesitation. They invited Father Henry's family and the waitress into the kitchen. , others left the restaurant in an orderly manner and blocked the place.

"Where do we start?"