I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

New York Continental Hotel.

Hotel manager Winston poured the wine himself.

"I guess we haven't been together in a long time."

This is a long table that symbolizes power.

In the upper position sat Watson Wick.

There is only one person beside him, but everyone at the high table in New York feels like a powerful enemy.

There was a trace of nostalgia in Watson's eyes, "I remember that place from the last time."

He pointed to the vacant position, "Weige is still there. He was bragging to me about his manor in Northern Europe and how beautiful the deerskin he shot through the eye was."

His eyes slowly swept across the people on the seats, and he said lightly: "Time flies so fast."

"Old forces die, new forces rise and fall."

"Everything is changing, including me."

His fingers tapped slowly and heavily on the table.

Every stroke makes one's heart flutter.

“The high table has grown over the years and some of the vacancies will be filled and the excess will be eliminated.”

"Twelve seats, no more, no less."

Watson sat up straight. He was wearing a black striped suit today with a red flower on his chest.

Both palms pointed upward and landed heavily on the table.

The bang was shocking.

He said in a deep voice: "Balance is very important."

"I never thought of myself as the leader of this place," Watson held up his finger. "I was the fulcrum in the middle of the scale."

"Cannibalizing each other is an unspoken underground rule, and I agree with it."

"But don't forget." He pressed his back against the back of the chair, complaining in his mind that the back of the chair was not as comfortable as his own office chair, and said calmly without changing his expression, "I am also the fulcrum that supports black and white."

No one objected.

Because he's right.

After more than ten years of operation, Watson Wick has gone from being a person who attracted underground forces to being a gray person between black and white.

Without gray as a transition, black and white will become distinct.

This high table can be without any underground force, but it cannot lose Watson.

After saying this, Watson was about to get up.

His phone vibrated.

Gao Zuo, who had just been frightened by Watson and dared not act rashly, saw that the man they were extremely afraid of made a series of face changes after picking up the phone.

"Hey, my dear daughter is finally willing to call her father." Watson said in a resentful tone, like a resentful woman.

Ariana thought for a moment and said, "Dad, I'm in New York."

"What?" Watson said in surprise, "Where are you? I'll pick you up right away."

"No dad, I'm leaving," Ariana added, "on a plane."

No problem, the Quinjet is also an airplane.

As soon as he heard that his precious daughter was leaving again, Watson was immediately discouraged and couldn't bring himself to cheer up and said, "Okay, then your trip is going well. If anyone bullies you, just tell daddy."

"Dad, can you have someone evacuate the residents of Sokovia?" Ariana blinked, and it sounded like her father was a little unhappy.

"Sokovia?" Watson glanced at a few high tables listening with their ears pricked up, then calmly covered his phone and turned his head, "What's going on there?"

"Rogers said it was going to be attacked by Ultron."

"Rogers? Which Rogers!"

"Why is he talking like this with you?"

"Daughter, let me tell you, none of those men are good!"

Watson got angry, "Tell that Rogers to talk to me!"

He slammed the table so hard that the eavesdroppers hurriedly sat upright.

Ariana was surprised that Watson was angry and handed the phone to Steve, "My dad wants to talk to you."

Steve looked at the latest mobile phone handed over and fell silent.

He heard the roar.

Banner and Barton looked at him with sympathetic eyes, and Tony whispered: "I said a dirty word to his wife, and he assassinated me for three years. The most recent bullet flew past my head."

For some reason, Steve felt even heavier.

As if he was going to die, he took the call.

"I'm Steve Rogers."

"I don't care who you are!" Watson roared ferociously on the other end of the phone, "I'm warning you to stay away from my daughter!"

"You misunderstood, Mr. Wick," Steve coughed twice, glanced at the other people who were gloating, and said, "We are discussing how to deal with Ultron, and we are not interacting."

"No relationship?" Watson sneered, "My daughter is so beautiful, do you think I will believe you?"

"Ahem, Mr. Wick, I am Captain America."

"It doesn't matter," said Watson, "I can ask her uncle to take care of you."

Captain America is nothing.

How dare you date my daughter at such a young age?

Steve talked hard and finally convinced Watson that he didn't covet Ariana.

"Let me help you?" Watson pondered, "Yes, but let that damn Tony Stark answer the phone."

Tony's gloating expression disappeared immediately when his name was called.

He took it heavily.

"Hey Watson, long time no see."

He wanted to lighten the mood between the two of them with a wisecrack.

Who knew that Watson didn't appreciate it at all and said coldly: "You don't want me to continue to hunt you, do you?"

Tony looked at himself and became the target of ridicule, and said bravely: "Indifferent, if this is the best."

"Protect my daughter, and I'll make it up to you." Watson didn't listen to his nonsense, "I'll ask the hotel people to notify Sokovia to evacuate."

The phone hangs up.

Tony looked at the phone and asked Ariana sincerely: "Your father doesn't know magic, does he?"

Ariana carefully recalled that, apart from her mother who could kill a cow with one punch, and her brother the Witch King, the most ordinary person was probably her father.

So she said firmly: "No."

Regarding the magic props that Dad has in John's warehouse, this should not be considered a category of magic.

Tony breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that the Witch King's father was the previous Witch King.

Steve sighed deeply, wearing Ariana seemed like a very wrong decision.

"Let's act."

take off.

...

Sokovia.

People were called up early in the morning.

Watson asked people in the hotel to take action and appeared in the bedroom of the country's officials when they were sleeping with women in their arms, and provided wake-up calls with a smile.

Residents walked out in an orderly manner, and the army and police were maintaining order.

A Mustang arrived after a six-hour journey. As soon as it came in, it could be seen that people were being evacuated.

There was a knock on the car window and John looked over.

A police officer said: "Everyone here must evacuate to a safe place."

John said unexpectedly: "Avengers are coming?"

"No, but the government has issued an emergency evacuation notice."

John nodded, opened the car door and walked out.

He took out his mobile phone and said casually: "moss, control the city camera and look for this brand of car."

Martha hurriedly opened the door and came out to follow.

"I feel closer and closer, in this city."

"They will come to me." John said with a raised eyebrow.

They move against the flow of people.

John looked up and saw a Quinjet falling.

The Avengers are coming.

He narrowed his eyes, "Ariana is up there too."

It seems that my sister is really obsessed with the news.

"The war is about to begin, so don't continue to hide it."

John squatted down and touched the ground. He closed his eyes and said, "Let me see where you are."

Super sense spell.

An invisible wave was shot toward the ground through John's fingers.

Along the ground, all the way to the empty layer underground.

A huge machine is standing underground in the center of the city.

"It's really a big project." John stood up, clapped his hands, and looked towards the church.

Martha rubbed her hands together nervously, "Do we need help?"

John glanced at her and said calmly: "You can go, I won't stop you."

"But I need to remind you," John walked into a convenience store, "the war has begun."

In the rivers and underground of Sokovia, robots emerged one after another.

The war begins.

On the first floor of the tall building outside the church, Furui drew her sword.

Blade crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the robot that appeared below.

Only the last one, holding his breath, aims at the church.

...