I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Have you ever seen New York at four in the morning?

Shang Qi has seen it.

"On your left."

"No, shut up, stop talking!"

Shang Qi shouted in despair, and a figure ran over beside him.

After a while, the devil's voice sounded again.

"On your left."

Shang-Chi is about to collapse.

He looked at John's incredible speed and couldn't understand why a magician could run so fast and have such good endurance.

After saying this more than 20 times next to Shang Qi, John stopped, with a refreshed look on his face, and took out a towel from his shriveled pocket to wipe his face.

Shang Qi took difficult steps and came to the trash can to vomit.

Oh, Peter was already lying on the lawn, probably passed out. Even he didn't know how he got on a warm bed one second and was running in hell the next.

John finally experienced the joy of belonging to Captain America.

Shang Qi asked in confusion: "Why does learning magic require physical exercise?"

John said matter-of-factly: "Do you think magic is used for close attacks or long-range attacks?"

"Uh...remotely?"

"So, you're waiting to die if you get close?" John looked like he was looking at a piece of rotten wood, which made Shang Qi think it made sense.

"The exercise is over. Let Peter wake up. Be careful of catching a cold."

When John saw his driver driving over, he left the two people alone and left.

Shang-Chi looked at Peter, "Are you sure he is sleeping?"

Who rolls their eyes while sleeping?

...

There isn't just one wizard in New York.

And those wizards need to enter the country through a department.

Woolworth Building.

Fury walked to the phone booth in front of the building, picked up the phone, and entered the number.

"62442."

The call was made quickly.

A gentle female voice sounded on the other end,

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and business."

Fury said: "Nick Fury, visit."

"Thank you," the woman's voice said, "please take the identification card and pin it to the front of your clothes."

Draw a small identity tag from the coin withdrawal slot of the phone booth.

Fury picked it up and clipped it to the chest of his trench coat. He hung up the phone and walked out.

Walking towards the entrance of Woolworth Building.

Among the normal people going to and from get off work, Fury walked towards the manned revolving door.

When he walked inside, he saw a completely different scene from what he saw outside.

A middle-aged man stood in front of the stairs, smiling.

"Hello, Director Fury, my friend."

Fury extended his hand to shake, "Dulcie."

A man named Darcy had a freckled nose. He walked into the elevator with Fury and asked in confusion: "We are surprised by your visit."

"Something," Fury said, "I want to see the wizard entry and exit list."

"This is very difficult for me, Fury." Darcy frowned, "I need to know the reason."

In the Ministry of Magic, wizards are responsible for communicating with the Muggle government.

This is not the first time that Darcy and Fury have dealt with each other. There are some jokes made by wizards that still need to be dealt with by the Muggle government.

But the Ministry of Magic does not obey the Muggle government. They have their own country.

"Are you telling me this?" Fury said, "I handled the illegal smuggling of wizards for you last time, have you forgotten?"

Darcy said sarcastically: "We have our own rules."

"Okay, this is my investigation application order." Fury took out a piece of paper and shook it, with a look of displeasure on his face and said, "You'd better return the wine I gave you."

"I've already drank it, I can't spit it out to you, right?"

"Why not? Aren't you wizards?"

"Wizards are not omnipotent, except for the Witch King." Darcy muttered softly.

Since there was an investigation order from SHIELD, Darcy took the people in.

In a small office, there are those self-stamping seals, paper airplanes folded into airplanes and flying into the passage, and documents that turn into paper frogs and jump up to the layers before opening them.

"Let me take a look at the entry application you want." Darcy waved her wand, and many wizard entry forms flew down.

His entry application department is very special. It can be said to be the only department in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs that needs to cooperate with the Muggle government.

Anyone who does not apply to enter the United States through here is a shady person.

Fury checked and found that fortunately there were not many wizards entering the country.

America has never been a priority for wizards, preferring to travel to places like Norway.

Darcy asked uneasily: "What did a wizard do?"

"This is all you have?" Fury read through it quickly but didn't find the one he wanted. He frowned and asked, "Is there any other way to enter New York besides here?"

"Don't pass by here?" Darcy thought for a moment, patted her head and said, "Then the only way is to go to Ms. Snake's place."

"Snake lady?"

"I suggest you not to provoke her," Darcy said with a reserved expression when mentioning the name. "She is the most unprovoked existence among wizards."

"Give me her address." Fury didn't accept this.

Darcy was frightened, looked around, and shouted: "I told you not to provoke her! Get out of here!"

His reaction was very violent and he immediately began to refuse guests behind closed doors.

Fury yelled at him to return his drink to no avail.

As if the snake lady was something taboo, it made Darcy, who held a high position in the magical society, so scared.

Fury didn't find his answer, and he began to wonder if John came from another passage.

Wizards need to register when entering and exiting other countries, but John's name is not on the registration form.

This makes John's identity even more mysterious, and Fury keenly feels that John's identity may not be simple in the magical world.

He wanted to investigate further, but soon news came that he was not allowed to fly to another state.

...

John was invited to be a guest.

In the New York Temple, John tapped the cauldron beside the stairs with his wand.

The white bald head was telling him that someone from the outside world was visiting again.

"Actually, I'm curious. Now that you know it, why don't you go there yourself?" John visited the temple's collections.

It was like visiting a museum. Those things made him want to pry them open and study them.

In front of the red cloak, John watched the cloak float.

Isn't this the one from Doctor Strange?

Ancient One said: "You should have noticed it, that time in New Mexico."

After saying this, John remembered it.

That time it really made him a little panicked. That guy Sol almost didn't get excited.

If John hadn't fought with the Destroyer, Thor would have been killed again.

"This world is beginning to change," Gu Yi swiped his right hand, and a long golden line stretched out with no end in sight.

"Everyone's choices will produce different changes. The universe we live in is a line, and a fog blocks the future that should be clear."

Her finger touched the golden thread, and the originally straight thread became elusive like smoke that encountered obstacles.

Some things that should have been set have become full of variables.

Just like Thor last time, he should have grabbed Mjolnir again when he was about to die.

But due to various factors, Thor almost died directly.

As one of the Big Three of the Avengers, Thor's importance goes without saying.

If killed, it could cause the entire future to collapse.

All the future observed by the Ancient One disappeared.

The future is full of uncertainty, and the Supreme Mage cannot see it, which means that the crises that should be solved may become the possibility of annihilation.

"I can't protect those, but I hope you can maintain the peace before the new Supreme Mage appears."

John shifted his gaze from the cloak, "You don't have to worry about my promise, Ancient One."

The Witch King is the most honest person.

...

Tianma Project Experimental Base.

Selvig, who was invited to participate in the experiment, watched as the Cosmic Cube placed on the machine released a burst of energy.

This has nothing to do with him, but is an autonomously activated energy.

And this energy is still rising.

At the same time, a helicopter flew towards the experimental base.

Agents Fury and Hill walked out, and Coulson came out to greet them.

"How bad is it?"

"The worst part is, we don't know the situation," Colson said.

...