I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 193 Accident (Daily 300010000 Day )

The plane landed smoothly at the airport, the cabin door slowly opened, Steve and others filed out, and the fresh air that greeted them had a hint of exotic flavor.

Steve's mood was like a clear sky, bright and cheerful for a rare time.

They walked out of the plane, talking and laughing, and entered the airport lobby.

Steve pushed the luggage cart while chatting with William, while Sharon held Jenny's hand and gently soothed her excitement.

Clark walked behind, also with a smile on his face.

"Okay, let's say goodbye here and enjoy your trip!" Steve stopped, turned to face William, patted him on the shoulder and said.

William felt Steve's concern, and a warm current surged in his heart. He held Steve's hand tightly and nodded: "Thank you, Steve. If I dream of anything dangerous again in the future, I will definitely call you."

Steve smiled and made a phone call gesture: "No problem, I will be on standby to help you at any time."

William felt a little reluctant, because he knew that this separation meant that they would each embark on different journeys, but he also understood that Steve's friendship and support would always be with him.

The little girl Jenny hugged Sharon with a bright smile on her face: "Sister, you and brother Steve should also have fun and become even sweeter and happier."

Her eyes sparkled with innocence.

Sharon laughed dumbly, shook her head, and patted Jenny on the back gently: "Thank you, Jenny. You should also take care of yourself and have fun with William and the others."

"Goodbye!" William and the other two waved goodbye. Steve and Sharon stood where they were and watched them leave.

The hustle and bustle of the airport gradually faded away, and Steve and Sharon's hearts gradually faded and became calm.

They became well-trained soldiers and agents again, with the mission being the most important thing.

"Let's go too." Steve turned and said to Sharon.

"Ah."

Steve and Sharon walked side by side into a hotel that did not look very new. The decoration inside was full of ancient and elegant charm.

After the two checked in, Steve took out a room card and handed it to Sharon, smiling and saying, "It's seven o'clock in the evening. Rest for an hour. Come to my room at eight o'clock to discuss the itinerary."

Sharon nodded and responded, "Okay."

She took the room card, picked up her luggage, and walked towards her room.

After closing the door, Sharon looked around as usual, checking every corner of the room.

She carefully checked the bedside tables, desks, and lamps to make sure there were no bugs or cameras that shouldn't be there.

Then she drew the heavy curtains to block out the outside light and sight.

Sharon took off her clothes, threw them on the bed, and walked into the bathroom.

She seemed to have closed the bathroom door with a little more force, and the vibration was transmitted to the wires on the bathroom ceiling, causing a small gap in the already old circuit.

Sharon didn't notice this tiny change. She turned on the faucet and filled a tub with hot water. Steam quickly spread and the whole bathroom seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist.

After washing her hair, she slowly soaked herself in the bathtub, feeling the warmth of the hot water enveloping her body, closed her eyes comfortably, and enjoyed this rare moment of relaxation.

As time slowly passed, the thick steam in the bathroom continued to rise and stick to the exposed wires on the ceiling.

Sharon, who had her eyes closed, did not notice that the water vapor had begun to condense on the wires, forming small water droplets.

Suddenly, a faint spark flashed on the wire. Sharon opened her eyes suddenly, feeling a little uneasy.

Just as she was about to get up to check, there was a loud noise from upstairs, as if something heavy had fallen to the floor.

The strong vibration reached the ceiling and the wires broke instantly.

Sharon stared in amazement as a wire from the ceiling fell and landed right on the exhaust fan.

There was a crackling sound of fire, and the exhaust fan exploded directly, and the fan blades that popped out spun and cut towards Sharon's neck.

At the same time, the light bulb in the bathroom went out, and it became pitch dark inside in an instant.

Sharon's pupils suddenly contracted. At the critical moment, she quickly grabbed the bath towel beside her and swung her hand, just in time to knock away the fan blade that was flying towards her.

The fan blades drew an arc in the air and finally hit the wall of the bathroom heavily, making a dull sound.

Sharon's heart was beating wildly and her breathing was extremely rapid.

She leaned on the edge of the bathtub, trying to calm herself down. She knew that she had just experienced a life-and-death crisis, and her heart was filled with fear and relief.

Hearing the loud noise coming from next door, Steve's brows immediately furrowed.

He quickly put down the coffee cup in his hand, walked to Sharon's door in two steps, and knocked on the door hurriedly: "Sharon? Are you okay, Sharon?!"

There was silence inside the door. Steve's heartbeat quickened a bit. He knocked on the door again, with a hint of anxiety in his voice: "Sharon, answer me!"

Sharon was in the bathroom, took a breath, slowly stood up, and was about to answer Steve.

Suddenly, the bathtub under her feet made a sharp cracking sound and broke into pieces in an instant. Sharon lost her balance and fell forward, falling out of the bathtub.

Her body tilted forward and was about to hit the bathroom floor, and in front of her, there was a piece of upright iron, flashing coldly in the moonlight.

boom!
Steve heard another crash from inside, and even Sharon's muffled groan, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat. His expression changed, and without hesitation, he raised his foot and kicked the closed door fiercely.

The door opened with his powerful kick, and Steve rushed in. He glanced around the room, but didn't see Sharon, so he quickly locked the closed bathroom door.

He kicked again and opened the bathroom door.

However, Steve only saw the white bath towel thrown back to cover Sharon's body.

She was half lying on the ground, her face pale, obviously frightened.

After seeing the situation inside, Steve quickly turned around and closed his eyes: "Sorry, Sharon, I was worried that something might happen to you, so I called you, why didn't you answer?"

Sharon clutched the towel tightly, her face flushed, her voice trembling: "I wanted to answer just now, but you moved too fast"

Steve's mood was slightly relieved from the tension. He thought Sharon was attacked. Seeing that she was fine, he felt much more relaxed: "Well, then I'll leave first?"

"Wait a moment!"

Sharon's voice suddenly became urgent: "I think I sprained my foot."

She looked at the piece of iron not far away from her and felt a surge of fear in her heart.

If she hadn't reacted quickly and tried to turn her body when she fell, the iron piece might have pierced her neck.

But because of this, she also sprained her foot and found it difficult to stand up on her own for a while.

"Oh, then I'll turn around now." Steve's voice softened a lot, and he turned around slowly, trying not to embarrass Sharon.

"Yeah." Sharon responded softly, her voice a little weak.

Steve approached Sharon carefully, put his hand on her shoulders, and tried to avoid touching the towel on her body.

He looked at her feet carefully and found that her right ankle was red and swollen, obviously sprained.

Her other foot was scratched by the broken bathtub and was bleeding.

"You're injured and need immediate attention." Steve's voice was full of concern and anxiety.

Sharon nodded, her blush deepened. She tried to remain calm, but the pain made her voice tremble a little: "Thank you, Steve. Can you help me to the bed?"

Steve hesitated, then bent down and picked Sharon up.

His movements were gentle but firm, and Sharon felt warm and reassured. She leaned on Steve's shoulder, a complex emotion welling up in her heart.

Steve carefully placed Sharon on the bed, turned his head away and pretended not to see the clothes on the bed.

"I'll get you some medicine."

"No need. There's a first aid kit in my suitcase, go look for it and I'll put it there."

"You actually brought a first aid kit?"

"Of course, have you forgotten that I'm a nurse?"

"Ah."

Steve smiled and shook his head, then quickly opened Sharon's suitcase and saw a first aid kit prominently displayed on some colorful clothes.

He coughed lightly, picked up the first aid kit without changing his expression, and began to treat Sharon's wound.

"Hold on. What happened just now? I thought you were attacked."

Sharon bit her lip, endured the pain, and said: "I was taking a shower just now, and there seemed to be something wrong with the wires, causing the exhaust fan to suddenly explode. This should be an accident."

There was hesitation in her tone, because it all seemed too coincidental.

After listening to Sharon's detailed description, Steve was also surprised.

He applied medicine and bandaged Sharon's wound, then went into the bathroom.

The originally clean and tidy bathroom became a mess. The exhaust fan had turned into various pieces and scattered on the ground. There was only a charred area where it should have been.

A wire had fallen from the ceiling above, still flashing with sparks.

Steve turned on the light on his phone and checked carefully, but didn't find anything suspicious. It seemed that this was really an accident.

But he always had a strange feeling in his heart.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang. Steve took a look and found that it was William, who had just separated not long ago.

"Hello, William, this is Steve."

"Steve"

William's choked voice came from the other side of the phone: "Clark, he's dead"

"what?!"

(End of this chapter)