Marvel: Ned the Mystic Mage

"No, I said, I don't want to talk about this."

Stark didn't answer Harry's questions.

"What about...the aliens? Will they come back?"

Harry asked again curiously.

"maybe."

Stark's expression became more and more uncomfortable: "Can you shut up? Do you remember I told you that I have an anxiety disorder?"

"Is this topic making you anxious?"

"It's a little bit, can you let me take a breath?"

As soon as Stark finished speaking, Harry kept saying:

“Are there bad people in Rose Hill?”

“Are you going to breathe through a plastic bag?”

"Do you have any medicine?"

"No."

Stark's expression became more and more broken.

"Do you need any medicine?"

"Maybe."

"Do you have PTSD?"

"should not."

"Are you going to... lose your mind?"

"I can shut up, do you need me to shut up?"

"Remember when I told you to shut up?!"

Stark finally got sick: "Oh God! You are going to break me!!"

Stark walked a few steps quickly and hid in a corner. After taking a few deep breaths, he said, "That guy, does he have any relatives? Mom? Mrs. Davis? Where is she?"

"old place."

Harry replied.

"Now you're of great help."

Stark patted Harry on the shoulder, stood up with difficulty and said.

……

Stark walked with unique steps towards the place where Mrs. Davis often went, the Walker Bar. He kept his hat brim low along the way, for fear that there would be Mandarin's men here and he would be recognized.

"boom!"

Stark lowered his head all the way, and the person coming from the opposite direction may not have looked at the road, so they bumped into each other.

"Uh...sorry, ma'am."

Stark was the first to speak. He had serious business at the moment, was in danger, and the steel armor was still powered on, so naturally he didn't want to cause trouble.

"No, it doesn't matter."

The lady who was hit by Stark smiled nonchalantly and said.

That is to say, at the same time as she was speaking, a gust of breeze blew by, blowing a bit of the lady's hair covering the side of her face just right, revealing the ferocious scars on her face under the hair.

"Uh... the hair style suits you very well."

Stark didn't know what to say when faced with this situation, so he could only speak according to his own character.

"Thank you, the watch is nice."

The woman didn't seem to care about it, glanced at the watch on Stark's wrist and said with a smile.

"Haha, this is a limited edition."

Stark waved his hand.

"So have a nice night?"

"Thank you."

Ignoring the small incident outside the door, Stark walked into the bar in a few steps. He was not in a hurry to find Mrs. Davis, but first quietly scanned everyone in the bar at this time.

Of course, this so-called "quietness" is what he thinks.

His eyes stayed on the police chief with a gun stuck in his waist for a while. Stark didn't find any dangerous elements, so he walked to the target, Mrs. Davis, in a few steps.

"Can I sit here? Mrs. Davis."

"Of course, it's a free country."

Mrs. Davis seemed to have anticipated Stark's arrival. She put the things in her hands on the table and pushed them to Stark and said:

"I brought the information, you can take it and leave. No matter what is in it, he will definitely no longer want to have anything to do with it."

"what?"

Stark was stunned at first, and then realized in an instant that he had picked up something ready-made. Mrs. Davis had obviously made an appointment with an unknown person to meet, and this person was most likely related to the human explosion!

Thinking of this, Stark wanted to pretend for a while, but after experiencing the pain of losing her son, Mrs. Davis, who was extremely sensitive, had already reacted to Stark's stunned look and said: "Didn't you call me?" That person, right?"

"Correct."

When Stark saw that Mrs. Davis found out, he simply admitted it. When he was about to say something, the lady he bumped into outside the door came over and threw something that looked like an ID on the table. on the phone and said: "The person on the phone is actually me."

Stark's expression changed when he heard this.

"boom!"

The lady pushed Stark down on the table with a backhand and handcuffed him. Before she could say anything, the police sergeant who was drinking in the bar came over.

"Hey! What did you post?"

The Sheriff may have a sense of justice, or he may be drunk. He wants to show his energy in front of his companions and subordinates, so he said loudly while walking towards Stark.

"You must be the Sheriff, right? I want to catch this guy, I'm from Homeland Security."

The woman threw away the handcuffed Stark, raised her ID and said.

"Any question?"

"of course."

The police chief said nonchalantly: "You'd better explain the whole story clearly."

"I'm afraid you're not senior enough, Sheriff."

The female agent's face turned cold.

"Is it?"

The Sheriff didn't give in at all.

From Stark's perspective, he could clearly see the red light emerging from the inside of the female agent's hand.

So he immediately got up and ran without hesitation, but when he left the bar, he found a person getting out of a car at the door, with the same red light on his face as the female agent.

"Fake!"

Stark didn't dare to stop and ran wildly away.

Of course the guy who got out of the car also saw Stark, and raised his pistol to kill Stark directly.

"boom!"

A snowball flew from a distance and hit Eric Seven (the name of the villain) on the shoulder, causing his bullet to deflect a little and miss Stark.

Eric turned around and saw a little boy's head retracting behind a pillar not far away.

At this time, the female agent who had solved the police chief also chased him out of the bar with a stolen shotgun. Stark panicked and broke the glass of a restaurant and rushed into the back kitchen.

"boom!"

The female agent shot the glass to pieces, but did not injure Stark at all, so she had no choice but to chase him into the back kitchen with a gun in hand.

"Snapped!"

The female agent's feet stepped on the kitchen floor, making a crisp sound.

"uh-huh?"

The female agent noticed something was wrong, looked down and found oil spilled all over the floor!

"bake!!!!"

Stark went outside and lit a fire directly. The flames spread in the kitchen and burned something else, causing a chain of explosions. With a "Boom!", the female agent was blown up into the sky.

Looking up at the female agent hanging on the high-voltage wire, Stark curled his lips and was about to leave, but as soon as he turned around, his expression changed.

Not far in front of him stood a muscular man no less than Captain America. This guy's whole body revealed a cold murderous aura, and he was wrapped tightly from top to bottom. The silver-white metal arm on his left hand shone brightly in the moonlight. Reflecting the penetrating cold light!