Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

Chapter 1 I suddenly don’t want to die anymore

There was faint thunder and a cloudy sky. The night in the Big Apple is as dark as ever.

The pattering raindrops fall from the clouds and sprinkle into the city illuminated by night lights and neon lights. They continue to collect along the walls of the water pipes that are bright on the outside and dirty on the inside. They slide down and flow into the hidden dirty night alleys of the city, dripping on There were irregular and noisy sounds coming from the black umbrella cloth.

Tick, tick, crackle.

The man holding the umbrella seemed to be accustomed to such weather and night activities. He deftly avoided the hurried pedestrians and followed the traces on the ground to a deserted alley.

Well, it looks like a deserted alley.

"Oh, Roland, were you too flustered and forgot to hide your traces, or..."

The man holding the umbrella stood at the entrance of the alley, smiled and lit a cigarette for himself. As he walked slowly into the alley, he continued: "...You are injured too badly. Are you really going to die?"

"Hey, guess what."

In the thick darkness and rain-soaked depths, a weak male voice replied: "Stop smoking, it will kill you. Like me, oh... just quit smoking."

"Ah."

The man holding the umbrella laughed disdainfully. As the sound of trampling rainwater continued to get closer, his voice sounded again: "It seems that you will die before me, Roland."

Standing on the side of the iron box filled with garbage, looking at Roland who was sitting in the sewage leaning against the wall, clutching his stomach but unable to stop the bleeding, the man's mouth lit up and he smiled happily.

"Roland, you..."

"You, what's your name?"

The pleasantries stopped abruptly, and the man's right hand holding the umbrella creaked.

"Oh, you're always like this, Roland. Sometimes I'm really curious, are you really not afraid of death? Then why are you trying so hard to escape again?

look. "

The man came closer, took down his umbrella without caring, and used the tip of the umbrella to poke the wound on Roland's stomach lying on the ground.

"You're really going to die this time."

"I……"

"what?"

"I-I do."

"...You are really hopeless."

Throwing away the rain-soaked cigarette, the man lit another one, his expression turning cold: "Do you have any last words, Roland?"

"I-I'm still...I'm still a little hungry..."

"...Go to hell, you madman!"

Throwing away the umbrella, the man slipped out a dagger from the cuff of his left hand and stabbed Roland fiercely.

Without dodge, Roland, who was lying in the corner, was stabbed in the chest by a sharp blade. Then the veins popped out in his seemingly weak hand that was pressed in the sewage, and he grabbed the enemy's hand that was pressing on his chest: "I'm telling you. Pass."

"Um?!"

"Smoking will kill you."

The other hand covering his stomach was raised at this moment, grabbing half of the blade inserted in his abdomen, and drove it fiercely into the enemy's neck.

"Sorry, I still can't remember your name. But you really shouldn't have taken my lighter."

Using his last bit of strength, Roland pushed away the body that fell on him. Roland inhaled slowly, feeling that he might really be dead.

"So why are you so rebellious? Hydra is just Hydra. I finally traveled through time once. I don't know if I can go back this time..."

Roland's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and Roland felt that the rain seemed to be getting cooler.

"No! I can't die here!"

As if he suddenly thought of something, Roland regained his strength and struggled to get up from the rain and blood next to the trash can. He climbed all the way from the end of the dark alley to a place not far from the alley entrance, and sat down with difficulty. There is light somewhere.

"Yeah! It's okay to die here."

Roland really wanted to die in a more handsome posture, but he was really in pain, and it was so painful that he didn't want to move at all.

However, there is nothing to regret. Although he is not a good person, he does not like organizations like Hydra.

It's so stupid and stupid that you can't even figure it out as a villain.

At this moment, there was no marquee in front of Roland. Facts have proved that people are basically confused when they are about to die. Just like Roland now, there is nothing he can think of in his mind. Unforgettable love, someone unforgettable, something you are determined to accomplish...

He only regretted not bringing an umbrella with him when he climbed over just now. The rain was getting colder and colder...

"Ah... I should have brought an umbrella over, but I can't climb anymore..."

His eyelids were trembling constantly. Roland didn't know if he was dead or not. If he wanted to die, could he hurry up because it really hurt.

But even though he closed his eyes at this time, he could still clearly hear the sound of rain in his ears, the honking of cars on the street not far away, and the tinkling of metal collisions that were getting closer in the distance. the sound of.

"It's so noisy! I won't let you close your eyes in peace!"

Roland opened his eyes angrily and looked towards the source of the sound. At the entrance of the alley, a coin rolled down at a slight angle.

Ok?

Roland stared blankly, feeling that God might be mocking him.

So, he reached out to pick up the coin, and his hand pressed on the other hand that came to pick up the coin.

"Ah, sorry, I dropped this...ah——!"

Holding his schoolbag and wearing a hat on his head, without even an umbrella, the guy who lost the money was still a young student.

Obviously, it is quite scary to see a half-dead person sitting at the intersection while picking up money.

"Sir, are you okay? Oh my god, your stomach is bleeding! You..."

"I picked it up first."

"……what?"

The young student's brain was obviously out of control. He stood stupidly in the rain, pointing at the wounds on Roland's body, and watched in stunned silence as the dying man in front of him picked up the coin and put it into his pocket.

"Sir, you, me, let me take you to the hospital. Now..."

"No, I won't go. I won't die until I go to the hospital. Besides, I can't choose the way or the place to die. If you stay away, you're blocking the light."

"How can this be done!"

The young man seems to have a good heart. Even though he is scared, he still wants to help others.

Roland thought it was quite interesting. Isn't this the Big Apple City? This person is from out of town?

"Okay, please leave quickly. If someone else comes here later, you will have to die with me."

After changing into a comfortable position, which was actually just tilting his head, Roland persuaded him a few words, which scared the young man to death, but surprisingly, he still insisted on saving people.

Could it be...

Oh~ This person is actually a fool!

"You lost young man~ You, cough! What's your name?"

"My, my name is Peter Parker. Sir, please stop talking. I see you vomiting blood like this and I'm scared."

"Um?!"

With a bang, Roland, who had been leaning on the ground, suddenly sat upright again: "Can you say it again?"

"Huh? I-I said I was scared."

"You are indeed a fool. Your name is Peter Parker?"

"...Ah, yes."

"Come on, help me up."

"Sir, what are you..."

"Suddenly I don't want to die anymore."

"Ah? You..."

"Help me out...wait a moment."

Roland struggled to pull Peter Parker's arm to his feet, and struggled to drag him back to the depths of the alley. Under Parker's surprised and panicked gaze, he took out a cigarette and lighter from the arms of the body lying on the ground.

"I suddenly don't want to quit smoking anymore. Hiss~fu..."

Moreover, you said it was a coincidence! This guy, he has an umbrella. "

"Sir, you..."

"Roland."

"what?"

"My name is Roland, Romain Roland."

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