I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 122 Melee
The dim secret passage hall was filled with an oppressive atmosphere.

Steve and the others fought mercilessly, with fists and feet flying everywhere, and the flashes of swords and sabers interweaving in the air, creating a murderous aura.

Their movements were swift and precise, and every attack carried a deadly threat.

Only T'Challa stood quietly by, his eyes as cold as ice.

There was a hint of disdain and calmness in his eyes, as if these fierce fights had nothing to do with him.

He knew that he was not strong enough to compete with the other three. Instead of wasting time here, he should look for a better opportunity.

Anxiety and determination surged in T'Challa's heart. His goal was the teleportation channel, which was where he really needed to go.

However, this hall is not large, and every corner is full of danger and hostility.

His eyes kept scanning the surroundings, looking for a safe path.

Suddenly, T'Challa's eyes locked on a slightly empty corner.

He took a deep breath, his heart beat faster, and his body leaned forward slightly, like a cheetah ready to pounce, ready to burst out all his strength in an instant.

Just as Steve and others were fighting fiercely, T'Challa suddenly exerted his strength and flashed across the battlefield like lightning.

His movements were swift and agile, like a gust of wind, and hardly attracted anyone's attention.

He had only one thought in his mind: rush into the transmission channel and leave here.

However, just as he was about to approach the transmission channel, a sharp knife light suddenly slashed towards him.

T'Challa reacted quickly, leaning back sharply and narrowly avoiding the attack.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and his heart was beating like thunder, but he did not stop and continued to rush forward.

Suddenly, a shield came whistling like a whirlwind, heading straight for T'Challa with a whistling sound that broke through the air.

T'Challa's pupils suddenly constricted, and his heartbeat accelerated like a drum. He jumped up almost instinctively, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the shield hit the wall hard and bounced back, faster and with greater force.

There was a flash of astonishment in T'Challa's eyes, but it was too late to react. The shield hit his chest hard and knocked him to the ground.

He felt a sharp pain and it was as if his chest was hit by a huge hammer, making it difficult for him to breathe.

T'Challa gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up, but his body refused to obey him. His eyes gradually changed from initial astonishment to anger and unwillingness.

The next second, a chain flashing with cold light came whizzing and wrapped around T'Challa's feet precisely.

The chain tightened quickly like a poisonous snake, making a harsh metal collision sound, and his legs lost their freedom in an instant.

"Great, now no one's running around."

Steve took the shield back in his hand and looked at Bucky and Matt coldly.

He was not very familiar with T'Challa and Matt, so he could not tell the real ones from the fake ones, but Bucky was very different from what he remembered, he must be a fake, so Steve threw the shield at Bucky without hesitation.

Bucky seemed to have turned evil, his strength increased by leaps and bounds. He raised his metal arm and slammed the flying shield towards Matt. His figure flashed and he rushed in front of Steve.

His fists attacked like a violent storm, each strike carrying immense power.

Steve tried his best to resist, but was still knocked back repeatedly by the series of combined punches, looking very embarrassed.

At the same time, Matt dodged the shield, appeared beside Bucky like a ghost, and swung the sword in his hand mercilessly.

Bucky felt the threat from behind and turned around suddenly. His metal arm swung again, colliding with Matt's sword, sparks flying.

Matt didn't pause at all. He moved as nimbly as a cat, found the right moment, and kicked out suddenly, hitting Steve in the chest.

Steve was kicked away and fell heavily to the ground. He felt severe pain in his chest and there was a hint of blood in his breath.

He gritted his teeth, picked up the shield on the ground, and rushed forward again.

The three of them were fighting again. The door of the pet clinic was pushed open, and the black-haired female doctor who had rescued the bald eagle walked in carrying an otter with an unsettling smile on her face.

Her appearance was like a cold wind, frightening the animals in the cages. They huddled in the corners of the cages, trembling, their eyes filled with fear and helplessness.

The black-haired female doctor ignored these reactions, walked straight to an empty cage, stuffed the otter in her hand into it, and grinned strangely.

"There's one more interesting material. Who's the lucky one today?"

Her cold eyes swept across the bald eagle that seemed to be still unconscious, and finally landed on a skinny hamster. The corners of her mouth rose slightly: "It's you."

The hamster was frightened by the sudden gaze and trembled with fear, his eyes wide open, full of helplessness and fear.

The black-haired female doctor slowly walked to the cage, opened the door, reached out and took the hamster out.

The hamster struggled in her hands but couldn't escape from those cold and powerful hands.

The female doctor turned around and walked towards the operating room with firm steps.

The door closed silently behind her, isolating her from the outside world.

The hamster was placed on the operating table, its limbs were fixed, and its eyes were full of despair and pleading.

However, there was no trace of mercy on the female doctor's face, her eyes were focused and cold.

Soon, the hamster's shrill cries were heard in the operating room, piercing the silent air. It seemed to be telling of endless pain and fear, which was chilling.

Bald Eagle Steve suddenly opened his eyes, a cold light flashed in his pupils. He knew clearly that there was definitely something wrong with this doctor.

At this moment, worry surged into his heart like a tide, and he couldn't help but think of the missing Bucky. Could it be that Bucky had fallen into the hands of the enemy?
No, I must find a way to leave here!

With the help of medicine, his wound has stopped bleeding. Although it has not yet healed completely, it does not affect his movements.

The only question is, how can he escape this cage?

While he was thinking, the door of the operating room was reopened, and the female doctor walked out with a satisfied look on her face, and the hamster had disappeared.

Steve, the bald eagle, quietly opened one eye, and when he saw that the female doctor didn't notice him, he quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be unconscious again.

Fortunately, the female doctor did not examine the patient closely; she simply washed her hands quickly and left the clinic.

The clinic fell into silence and darkness again, and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Steve waited for a while, and after making sure that the female doctor had gone far away, he cautiously opened his eyes.

"Can any of you speak?"

Steve lowered his voice, with a hint of urgency in his tone: “I mean, speak human language.”

There was a moment of silence in the air, as if the whole world was holding its breath and listening. Then, a faint but clear response came from the darkness: "I will."

Steve's heart skipped a beat and he quickly turned his head to look for the source of the sound.

In the corner, a small figure slowly moved, gradually revealing a gray mouse. Its eyes sparkled with wisdom, and it was obviously weighing whether to trust the bald eagle in front of it.

"What's your name?" Steve asked softly, trying to make his voice sound gentle.

The mouse hesitated for a moment, then finally said, "My name is Mickey."

Steve nodded, a glimmer of hope rising in his heart.

Just then, another voice rang out.

"Steve?"

"Ok?"

Steve's eyes suddenly widened.

(End of this chapter)