Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

Tony actually couldn't help himself. He could bear it even if he was rescued from this situation, but he really couldn't bear it after hearing the news that Ethan was rescued.

Originally, he thought Ethan had died "for" him.

"Anyway, I'm very grateful to you, Roland."

After saying thank you heartily for the first time, Tony found that it didn't seem to be difficult at all.

The bandages on Roland's body have been wrapped, and there are no enemies left, so naturally there is no need to wear the heavy armor. Moreover, the armor has also suffered a lot of damage from enduring such a round of attacks.

"Thanks, that's not necessary."

Roland pointed at the armor beside him: "Just help me patch this up when I get back."

……

It was almost noon, and Roland called SHIELD to inform SHIELD of the news that Tony had been rescued, and wanted them to pick him up. However, after SHIELD got the news, they immediately said that they didn't care. As long as Tony was not dead, they would Won't show up or do anything.

Naturally, Roland's imagination of flying back was gone.

I don’t know what SHIELD is thinking. They seem to firmly believe that Roland will not die outside.

Tony and Ethan naturally supported each other and followed the direction Roland pointed to them to find his other friend Rhodes.

Although S.H.I.E.L.D. would not come to pick people up, they could still inform Rhodes.

Originally, Roland could have gone back by plane, but he didn't really want to get to know Rhodes, so he simply declined the offer, carried his suitcase on his back, bought a camel in a nearby village, and walked back leisurely. .

…………

I have been away for more than a month.

Originally, with Roland's physical strength, he could endure even if he had to march all day long, at least better than ordinary people.

However, the people in this land are really unsettled, and there are simply bandits roaming the land.

Naturally, this delayed Roland's time.

But for him, this may not be a bad thing.

So, a month later, when Roland, covered in dust, with tangled hair and unkempt hair, knocked on the door of her home, Wanda who opened the door couldn't believe that the savage in front of her was Roland.

"Oh my God, what the hell did you answer?"

The last time Wanda saw Roland a month ago, Roland just answered the phone and went out. Who would have thought that he would become a homeless man when he came back.

"Of course I'm going out to make money."

Roland took a bath comfortably, and while shaving himself, Roland sat on the sofa and looked around.

"Your brother hasn't come back yet?"

"No."

Wanda, who was busy frying steak in the kitchen, said angrily: "He said living here and being under my supervision every day is like being locked up in a prison at home. He moved out a few days ago, and now I don't even know where he lives."

Looking at Roland in confusion, Wanda frowned and said, "What he said is too outrageous. He has only lived here for a few days. Why do I have to take care of him every day!"

Angrily, Roland took out the steak. Far away, Roland smelled a mushy smell behind him.

"Oh my, this hair is so uncomfortable. I'm going to go get a haircut and eat out by the way!"

Yesterday, in a foreign country, he stood tall and held his head high to take bullets. Today, Roland was faced with a piece of black steak and ran away.

"Roland!"

Wanda found that Roland's ability to walk through walls was so incomprehensible that he skipped the step of opening the door and ran away directly.

"Then why did you knock on the door just now?"

Mad.

She glanced down at the steak, which was only slightly overheated. Wanda picked up the fork and poked it lightly.

It broke.

"I also have to go out to eat."

Disgustingly, Wanda threw the black scraps of "suspected steak" into the trash can. Wanda ran upstairs, tidied up casually, changed her clothes, and was about to go downstairs.

When she closed the door to her room, Wanda saw Roland's room, which was one room away from her.

At this time, she suddenly realized something.

Are we the only two living here now?

Wanda's eyes widened unconsciously, and Wanda suddenly felt a little confused.

She thought of another thing.

Roland can walk through walls.

He reached out and touched the door and then the wall.

"I still have to go to the supermarket!"

………………

Wanda was at home wondering what had happened, of course Roland didn't know.

He really wanted to eat something now, especially something other than barbecue. His hair should really be trimmed. Although longer hair seems to be inexplicably more in line with certain characteristics of the protagonist, Roland is still used to shorter hair.

Easy to bandage when injured.

Riding his bicycle, Roland went to eat something first, and when it was getting late, he randomly found a barber shop.

This is a very small barber shop. The owner is a very artistic guy who has his hair and beard carefully taken care of.

"Sir, please wait a moment."

There was another customer in front of Roland, with a cold face, sitting on the end of the couch near the door, looking very distant.

Roland naturally sat on the sofa and waited. He picked up the magazine next to him and took a look at it casually.

Yo! playboy! The boss is very classy.

With critical eyes, Roland had just turned a few pages when the bell rang, and several more people opened the door and came in.

"Hi, Tony!"

“…Hi, Zane…”

The guys who had just walked in spoke loudly as soon as they came in, fearing that others wouldn't hear their West Coast rap. Roland could tell that the owner of the barber shop didn't seem to want to talk to them, and was a little afraid of them.

In addition, as expected, since it is a barber shop, there should be a teacher Tony, which belongs to the law of cause and effect.

"Tony..."

Completely ignoring the customers who were getting their hair cut, the leader, Huang Mao, who was wearing a purple suit, pushed his chair far away, hugged the shop owner with one hand, and asked with a smile: "Where's the money?"

The shop owner’s expression finally turned ugly, and he forced a smile: “Zane, you know the situation here, I…”

"I know, I know~"

The guy named Zane put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly around the small barber shop, his eyes wandering up and down, as if he was looking for something.

The shop owner’s voice was already slightly crying: “Zane, please, don’t…”

"Oh my friend, Tony, don't worry, I won't smash your store this time."

He walked up to the unlucky guy with half-cut hair who had been trying to hide his presence, and casually slapped his face with the back of his hand: "Get out."

That guy didn't even take off his scarf, he stood up and ran away without saying a word.

"Ah."

Zane smiled with satisfaction, sat in the chair, and stretched his neck: “Tony, give me a haircut.”

"Okay, of course."

"Tony, you..."

Still smiling, Zain was about to continue saying something when he raised his head and raised his eyelids. Through the mirror in front of him, he saw the man sitting on the sofa behind him. The man who had been pretending to read a magazine just now, even The guy who didn't dare to raise his head stood up, walked behind him with a smile, and stretched out his hand to hold down the chair.

"That's not quite right."

The man tilted his head and looked at him in a very awkward manner: "I should be the one who came first. You jumped in line."