I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 195 Supplies (Daily 1000010000, Day )

William seemed to be dreaming about something, his brows were furrowed, he hummed unconsciously, and his body shook violently, as if he was pulled out of the abyss and woke up suddenly.

All the events of last night flashed through his mind, and he realized that he and his companions were in danger at any time, which made him become extremely sober in an instant.

He quickly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Jenny who was lying next to him. Her face seemed particularly peaceful in her sleep, as if she was not having a nightmare about what happened last night.

William breathed a sigh of relief, gently took her hand away from him, fearing to wake her up, and then slowly straightened up.

The warm sunlight shines into the house through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the room.

The room was the same as last night, with not much change, as if nothing unexpected had happened, and they spent a Christmas Eve.

Sharon sat on the sofa and looked at William with a smile, with a hint of fatigue in her eyes, but more of concern.

She whispered, "It's still early, you can continue to sleep for a while."

William rubbed his eyes, feeling a little annoyed and self-blame.

He had clearly planned to keep watch together last night, but he ended up sleeping until dawn.

He frowned and said, "The sun is out, how can it be early? Sister Sharon, why didn't you wake me up?"

Sharon said gently, "I told you guys we don't need you anymore. We are used to staying up late, but you guys can't."

William retorted unwillingly: "I often stay up late playing games too."

He looked at Sharon worriedly, his heart full of apology and concern: "You didn't sleep all night, did you? Why don't you go to bed and sleep for a while? By the way, where's Steve?"

Sharon shook her head. "No, I took a short nap. As for Steve, he went to buy you some food."

William opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Go out and buy it? We can ask the hotel waiter to bring it over, why take the risk?"

Sharon smiled and shook her head, a glimmer of confidence in her eyes: "It's okay, the captain is very powerful."

Another reason she didn't say it was that Steve was actually going to retrieve equipment that was inconvenient to carry on his body.

William still couldn't calm down. He knew Steve's abilities, but he still couldn't help but worry.

"Don't worry, he will be back soon." Sharon's voice was soft and firm, and seemed to carry an invisible power, which made William feel a little more at ease.

"Okay." William sighed helplessly, still feeling a little worried.

Jenny turned over in bed, seemingly awakened by the conversation between the two.

She rubbed her eyes and asked dazedly: “William, why did you wake up?”

William stroked Jenny's hair gently and whispered, "It's okay, Jenny, I just woke up a little early. You should sleep a little longer."

Jenny nodded, laid back down, and closed her eyes.

William looked at her peaceful sleeping face, his heart filled with warmth and a sense of responsibility. He knew that no matter what accident happened, he had to protect her.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door.

William and Sharon looked at each other and understood each other.

William's brows furrowed slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of nervousness, while Sharon nodded slightly, signaling him to stay calm.

She walked to the door quietly, with her ear pressed against it, as if trying to catch any movement outside.

"Who?" Sharon asked softly, with a hint of caution in her voice.

Steve's familiar voice came from the other side of the door: "It's me, Steve."

Sharon breathed a sigh of relief and quickly opened the door. When she saw Steve standing outside the door, a relieved smile appeared on her face.

Steve stood at the door, holding a large bag of food in his hands, with a hint of fatigue on his face, but more of joy.

"It's time for breakfast, everyone come and eat." Steve walked into the room, put the food on the table and said with a smile.

William and Sharon smiled at each other, and the worries and tension in their hearts seemed to disappear at this moment.

Steve is the backbone of their makeshift team, and his presence means safety.

William walked to Jenny and patted her gently: “Jenny, get up, Steve is back with breakfast.”

Jenny opened her eyes and saw Steve, a happy smile appeared on her face: “Great, I’m starving.”

Watching William and the other two get food to eat, Steve smiled. He picked up another heavy bag and put it on the table. Without any intention of avoiding William and the other two, he directly opened the bag.

Sharon tiptoed to Steve's side, limped, took out a pistol from the bag, made sure the safety was in place, and then put it in her pocket.

Her movements were skillful and firm, but there was a hint of nervousness in her eyes. She was worried that the Grim Reaper would cause the pistol to go off accidentally, causing another accident.

Therefore, she only allowed the agents here to carry a pistol, and the rest were mainly for protection.

Then, Steve took out four walkie-talkies and four sets of bulletproof vests from his bag and placed them on the table. He glanced at her feet and asked worriedly, "Are you still not well?"

Sharon shrugged: "It's much better now. At least I don't need a cane anymore."

William took a bite of his burger and glanced at the extra equipment on the table. He was shocked. "Steve, you two are not here to be spies, are you? Stealing intelligence or something. I've seen movies like that."

"Sorry to disappoint you, William." Steve shook his head and said, "Actually, we are here to shop."

"Shopping?" William frowned even more tightly, his face full of confusion.

"Uh-huh." Steve nodded but didn't explain.

The bag in front of him was almost empty, so Steve reached out and took out the last item.

It was a hard shield with a star logo printed on it, and it was an old friend of Steve’s for seventy years.

He held the shield in his hand with a look of satisfaction on his face, as if he was complete only then.

"What a cool shield!"

William couldn't help but yelled, put down the half-eaten burger in his hand, walked to Steve, his eyes shining: "I know this, my God, this is Captain America's shield! Steve, you must be a fan of Captain America, not only do you have the same name as him, but you also use the same shield."

Steve glanced at Sharon who was snickering, and nodded helplessly: "You're right, I am indeed his fan."

"Why are you shy? Isn't it normal to be a fan of Captain America? There are a lot of people who like him."

"Oh, thank you for your comfort."

Steve shook his head and handed William a bulletproof vest: "Now, put on this first, it can protect you well."

"Ok."

Far away on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, a young man also opened his eyes.

Parker rubbed his eyes and looked at the unfamiliar ceiling above his head, feeling confused.

The cracks on the ceiling were like countless winding paths, bringing back memories of the past.

It took him a long time to remember that he had moved out of the old house where he had lived for more than ten years and lived alone in this newly rented house.

Although the old house is dilapidated, every corner is full of warmth and memories, while everything here seems so strange and deserted.

The ringing of the alarm clock sounded particularly harsh in the empty room. He turned off the alarm clock that was ringing next to him and got up.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Parker took a deep breath and told himself that today was the first day of living alone and he had to cheer up.

Walking into the bathroom, Parker turned on the faucet. The cold water washed over his face and also washed away the confusion in his heart.

He looked at the slightly tired face in the mirror and secretly made up his mind to start over in this new environment.

He knew that living alone would bring many challenges, but it would also mean more freedom and growth.

After washing up, Parker walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He felt helpless at the emptiness inside.

There were only a few simple ingredients in the refrigerator. Finally, he took out an egg and decided to start with something simple and fry an egg.

Since he was a child, most of the housework was done by Aunt May, and Parker seldom went into the kitchen, so a simple fried egg was not easy for him.

He carefully broke the egg and the egg liquid flowed into the pan, making a sizzling sound.

Parker stared at the eggs in the pot, feeling both nervous and expectant.

As time goes by, the egg yolk gradually solidifies and the egg white begins to turn golden.

However, his concentration was slightly distracted and one side of the egg had begun to brown slightly.

Parker quickly used a spatula to stir the eggs, but still ended up with a messy, slightly burnt plate of eggs.

Although it didn't look good, Parker decided to try it anyway.

He carefully picked up a piece and put it into his mouth. The taste was acceptable, at least there was no burnt smell.

Parker smiled with satisfaction, feeling that he still had some talent.

Then, Parker cut a piece of bread and poured himself a glass of milk. An ordinary breakfast was ready, but it took a little time to prepare.

Fortunately, today is a day off and he doesn't have to go to work, otherwise he would definitely be late.

He looked at this simple breakfast and felt a sense of accomplishment.

This was the first breakfast he prepared alone. Although simple, it was of great significance.

Parker sat at the dining table, looking at the empty room, feeling a lot of mixed emotions.

He thought back to the days when he had breakfast with Uncle Ben and Aunt May, when the table was always lively and full of laughter.

And now, he was alone and seemed particularly lonely.

Perhaps, it is the same for homeless people. Because of loneliness, they desire love from others even more, even if they will actively avoid the gaze of others.

“So this is greed.”

Parker closed his eyes, and suddenly a mysterious energy emerged from deep within his body that he had not noticed before. It flowed through his body like a stream, slowly seeping into every part of his body.

After a long time, Parker opened his eyes, and there was a hint of understanding in his eyes - his potion was completely digested.

(End of this chapter)