Superhero Damage Control [Comprehensive]

Lucy ended the video call with Louis Lane, the pen was spinning flexibly at her fingertips, Ulrich almost fainted, Lucy seemed to be still immersed in her thoughts, but Ulrich did not interrupt her , he secretly observed the girl.

Since Lucy took over the Titans, she has undergone some notable changes, such as her dressing style, the way she walks, and even her makeup.

I used to be like a college student who just graduated, mainly in fashion and leisure, even women's suits and skirts were more easy-going, until Lucy began to contact Ms. Grant, the editor-in-chief of Kateco Magazine, to do an issue about superheroes A dedicated article on how to gain trust.

At that time, Lucy was excitedly describing the great prospects, but Ms. Grant had been staring at the colorful necklace on Lucy's neck, conveying her contempt and reluctance for Lucy's aesthetic taste. Relaxed, Lucy was almost out of breath by Ms. Grant's arrogance. In the end, Ms. Grant didn't listen to a word of Lucy, but she admitted that Lucy gave a good direction, which is actually useful for mailing It can be made clear that there is no need for her to come to the headquarters of Titan for a meeting in person. If Ms. Grant hadn't really become interested in the title of Titan, she would never have set foot here.

"She's just a hellhound." Lucy commented afterwards, trembling just thinking about it.

It seems that Ms. Grant has greatly stimulated Lucy, and then Lucy gradually changed her style. She borrowed Pepper's exclusive dresser to buy her own wardrobe, and threw all the casual clothes before into the suitcase. Save one or two to wear around the house.

"According to the survey report of the public relations department, people have almost 100% trust in Captain America! They believe that the Avengers are a righteous group, and most of them come from their trust in Captain America. Tony, most people think he is a good person, But his playboy and cynical persona basically took him away from reassuring words like 'reliable' and 'honest'."

Lucy told Urik one day that she was wearing the Escada gray frigid knit dress that Pepper's dresser had chosen for her.

"Of course I will not force everyone in the Avengers to be like Captain America, but in the future, Titan will be a bridge between the Avengers and the public. I hope this bridge can build people's trust in superheroes. As this bridge One of the builders of the organization, I have to choose to assimilate with my organization."

"Smart choice." Urik admitted that as an old reporter who didn't care much about dressing up all the year round, he was more concerned about how to make his articles sharper, revealing everything cruelly, helping people understand the world more accurately, and polishing their s eyes.Instead of creating a half-truth and half-false image, to guide the public's thinking.

But Urik had to admit that the image project was very useful, and he could see that in every meeting Lucy had, those who had previously despised her learned to listen and obey.

Lucy sometimes puts her hair up, and sometimes it hangs naturally on her shoulders, but the frizzy golden-brown hair is much more docile than before, which makes her look more capable, and the retro red lipstick makes her skin fairer , Brown eye shadow makes her eye sockets more three-dimensional and deep.

That Lucy, who was sometimes charming and always uncontrollably complacent, gradually faded in Ulrich's memory, and was replaced by this stronger and more confident woman in front of him.

"Urik?" Lucy called to him from the window.

Urik regained his senses and was ashamed of his lack of consciousness: "Sorry, I'm listening. I plan to continue writing articles on the relationship between vigilantes and public power on my blog, if it can make people pay attention to our current violent institutions. The contradiction between the situation and the real society, and the necessity of the existence of the vigilante at this stage, this is helpful for those masked heroes."

Lucy tapped the table with a pen, thought for a while, and nodded: "Your articles have always been very in-depth, of course, Titan will pay the relevant fees."

Now Ulik is a freelance reporter. Since he was fired by the New York Gazette, he has nowhere else to go. Although Louis Lane reached out and wanted Ulik to move to the Metropolis, his seriously ill wife And nostalgia for Hell's Kitchen made him turn down great opportunities.

So at Lucy's suggestion, Ulrich began to toss about in an area he was not familiar with—the Internet.He started a blog and Twitter, and posted some opinion pieces.Fortunately, because he was the first reporter to expose Fisk's criminal empire, his authority and avant-garde made him immediately gain a group of loyal fans and readers online.

Being famous in this era is much easier than before.

Urik lamented, but he didn’t know how to make a profit after he just hit the Internet, so he sometimes received some fees to write commentary articles about superheroes with Lucy’s help, while vigilantes, Criminal subjects are exactly what he is good at.Lucy never pressed him to join the Titans, instead Lucy thought it would be better for Ulric to keep him free so that his comments would remain authoritative.

All kinds of thoughtful actions made Ulik involuntarily tilt the balance of his love towards Lucy.

"Is your wife okay?" Lucy never forgot to greet every meeting, which made Urik feel more valued and cared for.

Urik smiled slightly: "She's fine, I'll let her try to remember our happiest time in her last days."

Jarvis' voice suddenly sounded: "Miss, you have a visitor, Matthew Murdoch."

Lucy immediately stood up and smoothed out the wrinkles on her clothes. These small movements fell into Ulik's eyes. With a smile of understanding, Ulik stepped out of the room. He met Matthew in the corridor and wanted to be with him. The other party made a joke, but Matthew's face made him hesitate. Before he had time to ask, Matthew had already entered Lucy's office. Lucy winked at Ulik and closed the door.

"Hi, you're here, sorry, I've been busy." Lucy shook her phone, and there were three incoming calls from Matthew.

Lucy was a little nervous. After being encouraged by countless people, Lucy finally planned to respond to Matthew. Maybe she should take a step forward and release some small signals... Lucy thought so, and then Matthew put a silver object on the on the table.

It took a lot of effort for Matthew to force himself to ask the question he didn't want a response at all: "Did you know Karen was in danger?"

"I'm so scared..." Karen Peggy's cry came from the recorder, "But Lang is right, I shouldn't have brought Ulik here, this is a personal vendetta, and a personal vendetta should be resolved alone. Maybe in her view, I'm really a bad person who just wants to kill people with a knife, but I'm really helpless, I need someone to help me, I can't accept this alone..."

Karen's voice gradually died down, and then the sound of the car starting, Karen began to talk to herself again: "No, Karen, you have to cheer up, no one can help you, but you still have to pay for those who died Good people take revenge."

The recording ends.

Lucy was like a vampire staked on a cross waiting to be punished by the sun. Her heart was surging and she wanted to shout, scream, explain, or curse, whatever, but her strength was in hearing Karen. The moment when one's name was mentioned was completely taken away.

"I... I didn't know she was going," Lucy explained hastily, "I just wanted to stop her from taking Ulik there. I could see that if she took Ulik there she would kill him .”

"You can foresee it? Your special ability that comes when you say it?" Matthew said quickly, holding his temples on his hips, "but you can't say that, you can't let Karen replace Urik To take that risk."

He thumped the table hard, trying to hammer his anger and disappointment into the solid wood table.

"Why...why do you dictate the fate of others like a god?"

"What am I going to do?" Lucy raised her head and said loudly, she almost begged to look into Matthew's lifeless eyes, "Don't say anything, just watch her take Ulik to the nursing home?"

"Stop her, maybe?" said Matthew. "Stop her, or, inform me, either. Lucy, what the hell have you done?"

He wanted to say you killed Karen, but he couldn't, he couldn't be that cruel, especially to a girl he loved.

Lucy slumped down on the sofa dejectedly.

It took a long time for her to fully understand what she had done. She had actually realized it a long time ago. She just wanted to deceive herself. She implied that Karen's death had nothing to do with her. It was just a joke of fate, and she would go there sooner or later. Because along the way there is always someone to sacrifice.

But she shouldn't have pushed Karen out.

Lucy covered her face sadly.

Yeah, what the hell did she do?She believed that she had foreseen Urik's death, Karen's victory, and Matthew's incomprehensible pain, so she arrogantly waved a big stick of dissatisfaction at Karen.

What role did she play in Karen's death?

Had she paved the golden road to Karen's death with her own hands?

Lucy had nothing to say, she wanted to defend herself, she wanted to say to Matthew, all I wanted was to help you, and I spoke to Karen because I didn't know Karen was going to die, I didn't know how to change The price of one's fate is so heavy.

Karen's death weighed heavily on Lucy's heart like a heavy stone, making her unable to breathe.

In the end all she could say was, in a weak, imploring voice, "Matthew, please forgive me."

Matthew gripped the tape recorder tightly, but didn't respond. He listened to Karen's voice again, and the repetitive, crying voice broke Lucy's heart.

"Crack", the sound stopped abruptly, and the recording pen became a pile of fragments in Matthew's hands.

He put those fragments - they were like the good times between himself and Lucy - on Lucy's table.

"Sorry, Lucy, I can't do that."

Matthew leaves.

Lucy watched him leave blankly, feeling desolate in her heart.

This is the first winter she has spent after coming to this world.

Lucy numbly swept the debris into the trash.

It turns out that winter in New York can be so cold.