Marvel, who rescued him? !

Seeing Bucky approaching, Steve put down the hand covering his chest, looked at him with somewhat red eyes, and spoke slowly:

"Bucky, it's all fake. It's like the magic show we saw."

"Steve...do you...want to...forget...us?"

Before Steve could answer, Bucky suddenly opened his mouth. The mouth became bigger than the door, and the rotating teeth were like electric saws in his mouth, biting towards Steve.

when--

A shield suddenly appeared in front of Steve, and he wore the Captain America uniform again.

"How could it be!" The monster Bucky turned into roared, and Steve stood up with a stern look on his face and said:

"Thank you, thank you for helping me recognize myself. After I deal with you, I will go to Carter. I will tell her that no matter what she becomes, I love her. I will go to pay homage to Bucky and tell her He didn't save him back then, and I was really desperate. If it happens again, I will definitely save him."

Looking around at the dark space, Steve clenched the shield in his hand and said, "But you! You are just a coward who only dares to hide behind. I am standing here now. Do you have the guts to face me directly?"

"Coward!! How dare you call me a coward!!!"

Bucky hissed.

"Coward!! How dare you call me a coward!!!"

Two spider-leg-like sharp blades opened Bucky's mouth, and a huge clown monster as tall as a mountain came out of Bucky's mouth.

He has the legs of a spider, the pincers of a crab, the torso of a centipede, and the tail of a scorpion. Each segment of its body has two clown heads full of fangs. It has a weird gothic costume all over its body and two pincers. Opening to both sides, a huge clown's head was raised, each of its legs was squirming rapidly, and it opened its pincers and came straight towards Steve:

"Who's a coward now!! I'm floating! I'm going to make you float too!"

"Your words have no power, no more than a drunk monkey." Steve shot back.

With the shield in front of him, Steve didn't panic, and the huge head of the Resurrection Clown bit him in one bite.

Steve looked at the dense teeth in his mouth, rounded his fist, and punched it hard on the face. He continued to mock:

"Smile more~ At least you still look festive."

After the punch, the stunned clown retreated in panic, looking at Steve and shouting in disbelief: "No! No! No!! Why aren't you afraid of me! How could you not be afraid of me! You You should be afraid of me!”

He shook his sore palms. Not sure if it was an illusion, but Steve always felt that the Resurrection Clown seemed a little smaller. He continued to mock:

"They asked me to scold you, but when I saw you I couldn't say a single curse word. I just felt sorry for you."

The shield flew out and hit the Resurrection Clown on the head, then bounced back and was thrown again by Steve. The Resurrection Clown howled angrily under the attack.

"The weak punch at the weaker, the strong punch at the stronger, poor coward, I have the courage to fight with my fist, and I am never afraid of death. Everything you do is just to arouse my fear, but I've seen through your stern and lusty heart, is there any possibility for you to win?"

The resurrected clown took a step back again and said: "Everyone has something to be afraid of. Everyone has a fear that they cannot face. I am fearful. How could you not be afraid of me!"

"I may not be able to defeat fear, but I can defeat you, because you are not fear, you are just a poor guy who can take advantage of fear."

"No! This is not true!" The ghost clown opened his mouth wide and rushed towards Steve again, but this time Steve did not use a shield. Instead, he directly supported the big mouth with both hands, and his teeth pierced his Palm, but Steve didn't care. He just raised his head and stared directly into the eyes of the resurrected clown with cold eyes: "I can spend the whole day with you, but can you?"

Shrinking, shrinking, smaller and smaller.

Steve raised his hand and punched the Resurrection Clown away. He stepped on the shield and the shield on the ground bounced back into his hand.

Looking at the resurrected clown who collapsed on the ground, Steve walked towards him step by step.

"You've been playing on my fears, so what are you afraid of?"

Approaching, Steve grabbed the rolling and crawling Resurrection Clown, squeezed it hard in the palm of his hand and said:

"Is this all you have, cutie?"

Bang - with the explosion of the balloon, the illusion was shattered. Steve was bathed in the sunshine and stood up with the Resurrection Clown in his hand.

"Oh! Canada! That pervert has a clown cow in his hand. My God, he is so disgusting!" A voice came from the top of the mountain. Steve looked up and saw a clown cow sticking out of the hillside at the camp. Red head.

Then a black bald head popped up, refracting the dazzling sunlight like a second sun, making Steve unable to open his eyes.

"Captain~ I knew you could do it." Nick said happily.

Raising his right hand, the Resurrection Clown was like a puddle of mud lying limply in Steve's palm. Its little face was full of fear. Steve asked: "What should we do with it? "

"yue~~I can't do it anymore, I'm going to vomit in the mask, yue~~" Deadpool covered his mouth and retracted his head.

What should I do? Nick looked at Taylor, who scratched his head and recalled: "This thing seems to be unkillable? It will be resurrected every twenty years, and then disappear after a period of time, waiting for the next twenty years."

"So we should make a box and shut him up?" Natasha asked with a frown, "Or put him in a rocket and launch him into outer space?"

"It probably won't work. It's better to let Stark take over, build a research base here, and use Jarvis to guard Pennywise." Taylor analyzed.

Hearing his name, the weak Soul Resurrection Clown raised his head and said in a dry voice:

"I'm floating, I feel lighter and lighter..."

"Pennywise?" Nick looked at Taylor suspiciously.

"This is the demon's real name." Taylor explained.

After the resurrected clown was caught by Steve, the quiet town suddenly became dilapidated and silent as if it were a dead city.

Nick once sent several team members into the town to investigate, but they all lost contact.

Nick asked in a serious tone: "Among the thirteen clown images in your mind, are there any more dangerous guys than this one?"

"Of course not." Taylor replied affirmatively.

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bang——

The truck driver opened the door and walked out. The journey was a bit too far, and he couldn't help but beat his stiff neck.

Holding a rolled-up comic book in his left hand, he staggered into the set with his head lowered.

"Crack!"

This is a Hollywood filming location, where big names gather, and a commercial action movie is being shot.

The intruding truck driver made the director frown, but before he could speak, the truck driver raised his head, revealing his pale face:

"nock, nock! I heard that you are filming "Batman" again? So I came here specially. Can you let me have a screen test?"