Marvel's Strange Magician

Darkness is like a tide, rising and falling, coming and going.

Watson felt as if he was pressed into the dark seabed, and his body weighed ten thousand kilograms.

He didn't know how long he stayed in this silent darkness, but he knew that his desire for light was very strong from beginning to end.

And in this longing and struggle, a warm orange light finally emerged in his condensed dark world.

Those orange rays of light fell from the sky, carrying his body out of the darkness, making him gradually feel relaxed and comfortable.

It's just that there seemed to be some cracks in his body. When he woke up clearly enough, he began to feel the pain of being scratched by sharp blades, as well as some intermittent and hazy blockage.

But the feeling that was most attached to him was still a feeling of hostility, but an occasional crushing feeling.

Those orange rays of light slowly integrated into Watson's body, and his thin body that was originally in pieces suddenly solidified and took on a little orange ray of light.

When the orange light completely integrated into Watson's body, Watson slowly discovered that the crushing feeling that would cause harm to him suddenly disappeared.

It was as if the other party was suddenly tired and no longer prepared to cause trouble for him; or perhaps there was no trace of him in the other party's sight.

Watson didn't know what happened. He just felt that he was suddenly relieved for no reason, and he felt truly relaxed from the bottom of his heart.

He watched his body gradually become solid and bright, and he clearly felt that he was becoming stronger and more awake.

Suddenly, Watson felt that the world he was in was shaking slightly, and it seemed that in a very far away place, there was a faint call echoing between heaven and earth.

The world was shaking more and more, and Watson was suddenly horrified to find that he was rising into the sky for no apparent reason.

The higher he rose, the more he felt dizzy and indescribable pain...

"Kid, kid?

Why are you sleeping here?

Child, wake up quickly. "

Watson opened his eyes suddenly, and the confusion and vigilance in his mind made him take a few steps back.

"hiss!"

Watson's head felt deep and sharp pain, causing him to involuntarily press his forehead with both hands.

But Watson inexplicably felt that he urgently needed to confirm whether the surrounding situation was safe, so he endured the physical discomfort, opened his closed eyes and looked forward.

Crouching in front of Watson was a middle-aged man who looked quite kind. He was wearing a brown coat, holding a paper shopping bag and a newspaper in his arms. He was looking at him with sympathy and love. Watson.

"Thank God you finally woke up.

Poor child, are you sick? "

Seeing Watson's reaction, the middle-aged man with a kind face breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked Watson with some concern.

"Maybe, my head hurts a little."

After confirming that the other party posed no threat to him, Watson endured his headache and gave the other party a polite smile.

But after hearing his own childish voice that was completely different from what he had remembered, he suddenly frowned slightly, and a lot of doubts arose in his heart:

【Am I dead? How could he become such a young child?

Besides, this should still be on Earth, right?

And when did I become so proficient in English?

Why was I so panicked just now, thinking that I might die? 】

One question after another kept rising from the bottom of Watson's heart, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not find the answers to these questions.

"I'm sorry kid, I can't help you much. Here are two dollars. You can take it and buy some food."

The middle-aged man with some gray hair on his temples said to Watson apologetically, while putting two gray bills into Watson's hand, and suggested:

"Son, how about I take you to the door of the police station?"

Watson looked at his body, which was only about ten years old, smiled slightly, shook his head and refused:

"Sir, thank you for your kindness, but I can take care of myself."

The middle-aged man looked at Watson's mature and calm behavior, and suddenly felt greater sympathy in his heart.

He sighed softly, leaned close to Watson's ear, and reminded softly:

“Then remember to avoid those two people across the street.

Also, kid, maybe you don’t want to, but you’d better join an orphanage. It’s too dangerous for you to be out alone at such a young age. "

"Thank you sir for your concern, I will consider it."

Watson gave the other party a grateful smile again.

The middle-aged man nodded helplessly, got up and left the place.

After the middle-aged man left, Watson immediately lowered his head again and pressed his forehead hard with his hand.

He always felt that he had forgotten something, but as soon as he went to pursue it, his brain felt as if it had been scratched by a sharp knife, and he suddenly began to feel intense pain.

Watson resisted and searched for a long time, but still found nothing. After trying to no avail, he could only attribute these anomalies to the adverse reactions caused by his own time travel.

He looked at his clothes, which were one size too big, and began to reach into his pockets.

But to his disappointment, there was nothing special in his clothes. Only a bunch of inexplicable debris in his pants pocket made him feel a little strange.

He remembered that his pants pockets should have contained two movie tickets, but why were they turned into ashes now?

Too many current situations that were inconsistent with his cognition made Watson exhale in annoyance. He shook his head and decided to take a look at the surrounding environment first and find a place for himself before talking about anything else.

At this time, the sky had darkened, and all the neon lights in the city had turned on. Watson was in a remote alley beside the main road.

Looking through the lane, you can see the tall buildings and traffic figures outside, showing the incomparable prosperity and advancement of this city.

Suddenly, Watson saw an advertisement about the "Ark Reactor" being played on a large screen hanging on the building.

Watson didn't know what an "Ark Reactor" was, nor did he know how talented "Tony Stark" the pioneer of this great technology in the advertisement was, but he understood the prefix in front of the name - "Steel" "Xia"!

[God, I just took out two movie tickets.

And this is my first time watching a Marvel movie...]

Watson looked at the fly ash in his hand speechlessly. After sighing, he immediately flew them away.

At this moment, Watson's body suddenly became alert, and he heard slight footsteps in his ears.

Watson frowned slightly and turned to look behind him. He suddenly discovered that the two people mentioned by the kind-hearted middle-aged man were approaching him with malicious intentions.

"What are you going to do?"

Watson asked with some impatience on his face as he pressed his forehead, which started to hurt again.

"Kid, we have delicious candies here, do you want to eat them?"

One of them, a slightly fat middle-aged man, held a beautifully packaged candy and seduced Watson with a smile on his face.

"You're such a little brat, don't talk nonsense to him, just kidnap him and take him away!"

Another strong man glanced at Watson with a displeased look on his face, and the accomplice next to him gave a low drink and rushed towards Watson.

"It turns out to be a child trafficker!"

Watson snorted coldly and stretched out his free right hand to smash the muscular man rushing over to the ground.

The fat man who was following him was immediately startled. He turned around and ran away without paying attention to his companion who was lying on the ground and groaning.

Watson also looked at his right hand with a strange look. He knew that his power was very powerful, which he had felt since he discovered that his body had shrunk.

But he didn't know why he controlled his body so accurately and had an unusually keen sense of combat!

It's as if he has experienced too many battles, and these consciousnesses and reactions have become his subconscious instincts and his top priority way of thinking.

The sharp pain brought Watson back to his thoughts again, and this time the pain was more profound and widespread, leaving Watson with no energy to think about anything else.

Watson opened his eyes slightly and saw that the muscular man had run away. He began to press his forehead hard and walked step by step towards the bright world ahead.