I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 123 Little Red Riding Hood

Hearing the familiar call, Steve turned his head in disbelief and saw the newly arrived otter looking at him with the same shocked eyes. He tried to call out.

"Bucky?"

"Steve, is it really you? How is this possible?"

Bucky the otter stood up, looked at his skinny paws and the narrow cage around him, and said in disbelief: "I became an animal?"

"An otter, to be exact."

"Otter? This."

Bucky began to doubt his life: "How did I become an otter? Am I dreaming?"

"Sorry to interrupt."

The mouse named Mickey interrupted and said, "This is not a dream, but a real thing, although it sounds magical."

"Mickey, are you the same as us?" Steve asked.

"uh-huh."

Mickey nodded and said, "It should be said that all the animals here are the same. They were once residents of Fairy Tale Town."

"So many, all of them?" Steve looked at the cages piled high, surprised.

"Is it much?"

Mickey shook his head bitterly. "Fairy Tale Town used to have hundreds of residents. But two years ago, everything changed."

"what happened?"

Mickey's eyes were filled with fear and pain: "A group of terrible wolves attacked Storybrooke. When the townspeople rose up to resist, they found that the people around them had been replaced by the wolves without knowing when. In that battle, we were completely defeated."

As if to prove Mickey's words, the animals in the cages all showed expressions of sadness and pain.

"It's actually like this! These wolves are so hateful!" Steve's eyes became extremely cold.

Bucky regained his composure and said in a deep voice, "I remember now. I did meet a little girl. She was very powerful and I was no match for her. She knocked me unconscious and I came here when I woke up. Steve, did you meet her too?"

"Do not."

Steve shook his head: "I have become like this since I passed through the black cloud. The me who followed you at the beginning was a fake. It is likely that the Holy Lord has robbed my body!"

He briefly recounted the story of the Holy Lord.

"Holy Lord? Parchment? Contract?"

Bucky frowned. "If what you said is true, then things will be troublesome. Even I didn't notice anything wrong with you, so it's even more impossible for others to know that he is fake."

"So, we have to get out of here and find Matt and T'Challa as soon as possible and tell them the truth!"

Steve looked at Mickey and said seriously: "Mickey, I need your help!"

Mickey shook his head vigorously. "No, we can't fight those guys. They are too powerful!"

"How do you know you can't fight if you don't try? Are you willing to watch your companions disappear every day and be thankful that it won't be your turn?"

Steve looked at Mickey solemnly and said in a deep voice: "This may be our last chance. Join us and escape from here with us! I firmly believe that if we work together, we will succeed!"

Mickey glanced at his companions, took a deep breath, and nodded slowly: "Okay!"

In the secret hall, the noise of the battle gradually subsided, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and the remnants of gunpowder. Steve's face was covered in blood, and he leaned against the wall in a mess, breathing rapidly and intermittently, as if every breath was fighting against death.

His eyes were filled with reluctance and pain, but more of it was powerlessness, as if the whole world was gradually blurring before his eyes.

Bucky was lying on the ground with a long sword stuck in his body. Blood was gushing out from the wound, staining the ground red.

His face was as pale as paper and his eyes were dull, as if he could no longer feel anything around him. His fingers were trembling slightly, as if he was still making his last struggle.

Matt, who had been injected with superhuman serum, was undoubtedly the most powerful among the few. His figure looked particularly tall in the dim candlelight, with a smile of victory on his face.

Although he was still standing, his body was covered with scars and the blood at the corner of his mouth showed that he had also experienced a fierce battle.

He knew that although he had the last laugh, this victory was not easy to come by.

The entire hall was silent, with only the sound of a few people breathing and blood dripping on the ground.

The aftermath of the battle was still echoing in their hearts. Everyone's emotions reached a climax at this moment. Pain, anger, unwillingness, and victory were intertwined into a complex picture.

Just then, a sudden burst of applause broke the silence.

The candles on the walls on both sides seemed to be summoned by some invisible force and lit up on their own.

In an instant, the hall was illuminated by warm candlelight, and in the interweaving of light and shadow, the figure of a little girl gradually became clear.

She was wearing a bright red hat, her face was filled with unconcealable joy, and her eyes were shining with excitement.

“Hahaha, what a wonderful performance!”

She clapped her hands, her voice full of joy: "I haven't had such fun watching a show in a long time!"

Her laughter was as clear as a silver bell, echoing in every corner of the hall, as if even the air became lighter because of her happiness.

However, Matt's brows were tightly furrowed.

He pricked up his ears and listened carefully, but was surprised to find that he could not hear the little girl's heartbeat.

The eerie silence made his heart sink, as if she was a ghost that appeared out of nowhere, carrying with her some unfathomable mystery.

"Who are you?" His voice was low and alert.

"Me?" A sweet and childish voice suddenly came from behind Matt, as if it was right next to his ear.

Matt was startled, his heart started beating violently, and he quickly took a few steps back, trying to keep some distance.

T'Challa, who was lying on the ground, clearly saw the little girl in the red hood disappear mysteriously, and then appear behind Matt, looking at him innocently with a pair of clear big eyes.

Those eyes were like two pure crystals, radiating an innocent light, but to T'Challa, they held a disturbing mystery.

"Hehehe, big brother, are you confident in your hearing? But don't you know that sound can be faked?"

Matt's nerves were even more tense, and he felt a chill rising up his spine. The voice was erratic, making it impossible for him to determine the enemy's location.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but the anxiety in his heart was like a vine that was getting tighter and tighter.

Matt's heart sank suddenly, and the scene of his teammate falling to the ground in pain emerged in his mind. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails dug deeply into his palms, and blood dripped through his fingers.

"Damn it!"

I was already restrained enough in writing, but a paragraph was deleted due to the review. I am speechless.

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(End of this chapter)