I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 113 Unwilling to be Ordinary
In the bedroom, Parker stared at the ceiling above his head with wide eyes. His gaze was empty, and strange thoughts kept rolling in his mind. No one knew what he was thinking about.

He has been in this position for a long time.

The alarm clock in my ear is like a tireless bee, buzzing and disturbing.

However, he still lay there lazily, as if all the bones in his body had been drained out and he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

The alarm clock on the bedside table kept ticking, as if mocking his laziness, but he just closed his eyes and let the shrill sound echo in the room.

As if wondering why Parker had not shown up yet, Uncle Ben went upstairs to his bedroom door and knocked.

"Peter, it's time to get up and go to work."

"okay, I get it!"

Parker knew he couldn't lie there any longer, so he slapped his cheeks hard, stood up with great willpower, turned off the alarm, and got up.

He quickly washed up, put on his white shirt, and walked out of the bedroom.

When he went downstairs, Uncle Ben and Aunt May had already finished their breakfast, so he quickly gobbled up his delicious sandwich.

"Eat slowly, Peter. Why did you get up so late today?"

"Well, I didn't sleep well last night. Well, Aunt May, I think we should go."

Parker drank a glass of milk, hurried out the door and got into Uncle Ben's car.

Uncle Ben had been waiting in the driver's seat for a long time. When he saw him get in the car, he immediately stepped on the accelerator.

"Peter, are you okay? I saw that you looked a little bad."

"It's okay, Uncle Ben, I just didn't sleep well. As you know, today is special, I'm a little nervous and worried about making mistakes."

Uncle Ben said a few words of comfort, and Parker nodded repeatedly, but he didn't agree in his heart.

He is already an entry-level mystic, and it won't be long before he can officially become a superhero after mastering more powerful skills.

Parker felt that he seemed to have no interest in anything else.
However, there is only one exception, and that is the promotion of the Mystic.

This incident seemed to ignite a fire deep in his heart, making him feel extremely excited and fulfilled.

Whenever he thought of the mysterious man, Parker's eyes would unconsciously become bright and his heartbeat would speed up, as if an invisible force was driving him forward.

Countless images would emerge in his mind: the mysterious man shuttled through the darkness, uncovering hidden secrets, gaining unprecedented power, solving one mysterious incident after another, and gaining the appreciation of Jessica and Uncle Ben.

These images overwhelmed him.

Arriving at the company, Parker said goodbye to Uncle Ben and went to the laboratory alone.

Everyone in the laboratory has become busy, and everyone's face is filled with tension and concentration.

After all, this is a critical moment that determines success or failure.

Parker was also infected by their mood and immediately went to pour a cup of coffee for each of them - this was the most appropriate thing he could do.

When the clock struck nine, the sound of a large number of footsteps was heard in the corridor outside the laboratory.

Is it finally coming?

Parker picked up a document and flipped through it, pretending to be busy, but his eyes glanced towards the door.

drop--

The sound of the door unlocking was particularly clear in the silent corridor. The door slowly opened, and light shone through the crack in the door, gradually illuminating Norman's smiling face.

He walked into the laboratory, with General Ross, who had a serious face, next to him. Behind him was a large group of people, whose footsteps were in unison, like a well-trained army.

In fact, many of those people were wearing military uniforms. They were elite soldiers under General Ross.

"Norman, are you all ready?"

"Of course, we can start any time."

"Then let's get started."

General Ross turned around, his eyes as sharp as ice, and quickly scanned the area. Finally, his sight stopped at a short but muscular man. The man's eyes were different. There was no panic or anxiety, only determination and courage.

"Mr. Emil Bronsky, would you like to be the first experimenter?"

"Of course, that's what I came for. The first one and the last one make no difference."

Bronski took a step forward, walked out of the crowd, and looked at Norman: "Excuse me, what should I prepare for?"

Norman shook his head. "No need. Parker, please take this Mr. Bronsky to the locker room and change into a lab coat."

"Ah? Oh!"

Parker didn't expect that he would eat the melon. He was surprised and quickly agreed. He walked to Bronski and said, "Please follow me."

Bronski nodded and followed Parker away.

"Boy, you look very young. Have you graduated from college?"

"No, in fact, I haven't even graduated from high school yet."

"Oh, then you must be great."

"Fortunately."

Seeing that Bronski seemed easy to talk to, Parker couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Bronski, aren't you afraid of accidents in the experiment?"

"Oh, compared to this, what scares me more is watching myself getting older little by little under the erosion of time. My body is like a machine that is gradually rusting. My once flexible limbs have become stiff, and my once agile mind has become slow. The me in the mirror has gradually become unfamiliar, and I am no longer the me who was able to charge into battle."

Bronski looked at the young Parker, and it was as if his own self from more than 20 years ago appeared in his eyes.

“Do you know who I admire the most?”

Parker shook his head.

"Captain America, he died at the peak of his powers and became an eternal figure in the hearts of many people. I also hope that I can be like this - born ordinary and die extraordinary."

"Born ordinary, died extraordinary?"

Parker repeated it in a low voice, the ripples in his heart growing bigger and bigger, gradually turning into a huge wave.

He seemed to understand Bronsky's thoughts a little, and he didn't want to die alone in a hospital bed.

Since we were born ordinary, we should die in a splendid way, so that our life will not be in vain.

The Captain America described by Bronski did not die heroically, but was still struggling in the foggy and muddy swamp in the form of a bald eagle.

Yes, he finally understood that this was an endless swamp.

The ground is full of hidden traps, and every step could be a deadly trap.

The mud under your feet is like a bottomless abyss. If you are not careful, you will be swallowed up without a trace.

If he had not been careful enough, he would have disappeared silently in the swamp.

Suddenly, Steve's sharp eyes caught a different scene, which seemed to be a wooden house. He was refreshed and walked over quickly.

Sure enough, a small wooden house appeared in front of him.

The outer walls of the wooden house are covered with traces of time, and the wooden boards are mottled due to erosion by wind and rain, as if they have gone through a very long time.

Next to it is a bare, crooked tree with mottled bark and cracks, which also looks like it has experienced countless baptisms of wind, frost, rain and snow.

"Is there no one here?"

With a glimmer of expectation, Steve raised his little paws and approached carefully. Through the gap in the wooden house, he seemed to see a huge creature inside.

He hesitated for a moment, then went forward and knocked on the door.

"Hello, is anyone here?"

(End of this chapter)