Marvel's I am MT

"Clint! Did you go all the way to Alfheim just to shave?"

"Well...that's a difficult question to answer, Heimdall."

"Okay, next stop is Kama Taj?"

"No, New York is fine."

In a sense, New York is also Barton's hometown. He was 'born' here and 'reborn' here. This is his starting point. New York had his best friends and, importantly, a sanctuary.

There are many houses in New York, and it takes some time to find the sanctuary. However, Barton's current dress is a bit unlike a local. He doesn't want to attract too much attention, so he wants to go to Howard's to mix up his clothes first.

In the underground studio, Howard was busy conducting experiments. Connect large and small instruments in a circle, carefully check every interface, and weld every weak point tightly.

"Project Win, the 337th experiment, begin!" He pressed the button towards the camera.

The light of energy was transmitted rapidly in the instrument, the acceleration became larger and larger, and the vibration of the entire transmission system became more and more serious. Before it reached the final stable stage, the transmission cycle was interrupted.

"The experiment failed. The problem still lies in the instruments. Their precision is too far apart. The current level of technology simply cannot meet my requirements. This is a really disappointing conclusion."

"Okay, it's time for me to go have a drink. 网"

"I think so too." Barton folded his arms and leaned on the side, looking at Howard playfully.

"Oh! Buy it! Ga!" Howard took off his thick sunglasses and the controller in his hand crashed to the ground, but he just stared at Barton.

"Howard?" Barton walked up to him and waved his hand in front of his eyes: "Where did you hide the wine?"

Howard took a deep breath: "If I weren't at work, I would definitely wonder if I was on drugs."

"Oh my god, it's been almost twenty years, and you haven't aged at all." Howard grabbed Barton's head and looked up, down, left, and right.

"No! You can't do this, you're not Peggy." Barton protested with a crooked mouth: "Let me go quickly, you are covered in stinky sweat."

"Haha! This is your style." Howard forcefully gave him a wet hug.

"Okay, okay, you have to pay for my clothes anyway." Barton actually likes this feeling. How can a person do it without friends.

Howard grew a mustache. Although rich people maintain it better, he is already in his forties after all, and there are still wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. The two hadn't seen each other for many years, and they talked a lot about cheating. After drinking a few large drinks, they gradually got back on track.

"You missed my wedding." Howard's eyes were a little wet.

"I'm sorry, old friend."

"I found the damn Rubik's Cube, but not Steve."

"It doesn't matter, he won't blame you."

"I got a piece of information about you. The content is very shocking and difficult to confirm. You just happened to be here. Make your own judgment."

Howard took out a secret document from the safe. Barton opened it casually, glanced at it, and felt a sudden tremor in his heart.

This is insider information about Japan's nuclear bomb delivery plan. The target of "Little Boy" was not originally Hiroshima, but it was modified temporarily and urgently. As for the reason for changing the target, the official explanation is the weather.

But the next few investigative reports are intriguing. According to later accounts by several secret agents, a call was received on a special line at that time. Because the content of the call was so shocking, the transfer agent recorded it.

At that time, someone witnessed Mr. Victory appearing there, so the target was requested to be changed to the coordinates of Hiroshima. What is incredible is that the 'little boy' did appear there that day.

Since the nuclear explosion area cannot be verified, this report has become a highly suspenseful secret file. Even in Barton's own eyes now, it is not easy to tell whether this is true or not. But he didn't care too much, it was just a nuclear bomb.

Barton threw the secret file on the table, raised his glass to Howard and said, "Have you got any children?"

"Not yet." Howard shook his head: "There is something wrong with my body. Maybe I have been exposed to too much alien energy. I am trying to find a way to treat it."

"Oh." It seems that the naughty child was not born early.

"Actually, I am here this time to invite you to join an organization."

"Organization? What kind of organization? I'm currently helping Carter establish a SHIELD agency that specializes in dealing with extraordinary matters."

"It may be somewhat similar in nature, probably...but mine is a bit more high-end than SHIELD."

"Ha, I think so. Mr. Victory is Mr. Victory after all. So what is the name of this organization, how big is it, and what exactly do I need to do?"

"I haven't decided on a name yet. What do you think of the Illuminati? In terms of members, you are the fourth."

Howard burst out laughing and spilled the wine everywhere.

"Dude, your humor has changed. Listen to me, if you want to be an official, it's not a problem at all. As long as you go out and tell the world that you're alive, no one will be able to compete with you as the next president, not even you. You don’t need my sponsorship.”

"No, no, no, I think I didn't express myself clearly." Barton said quickly: "Actually, apart from you and me, the other two members are...gods."

"God? Do you think you are not?" Howard was probably a little drunk.

Barton sighed: "Okay, I can barely count as one. You're drunk, buddy. Think about it when you wake up tomorrow."

Howard fell down on the sofa and stopped moving. Barton took a shower, then picked out a good suit from his closet and put on a pair of sunglasses. He took out a bluish serum and put it on the table, then he went out and started looking for the New York Sanctuary.

The three major sanctuaries are all disguised from the inside, and the magical aura they emit is very small. Even with Barton's range of perception, he needed to be very careful to finally determine its location.

177a Brick Street, when Barton opened the door and entered this dim house, an old man wearing glasses jumped out immediately. This old man is an Oriental, dressed like a monk, but his American English is very authentic.

"You are not welcome here! Please leave!"

Barton was a little confused. What's wrong? Why did my popularity suddenly become worse?

"Taoist Priest, I'm here to see Master Gu Yi."

"There is no Ancient One Master here, and I am not called Taoist Master. I am Hamil."

"Master Ha, it's a pleasure to meet you. Can you call him for me? If he doesn't have time, you can call Niya for me."

But as soon as Barton finished speaking, the old man raised his hand and cast a spell to push him out, and then the door slammed shut.

After all, this is the territory of the Supreme Mage, one of the three major sanctuaries, and Barton has the heart to endure it. But the closer I got, the stronger I missed Niya, and I couldn't control my emotions at this moment.

If you don't hurt anyone and just break something, the Supreme Mage won't be angry.