Marvel reverses Wolverine

Chapter 329 The Avenger

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Courage?"

Peter Quill, who was packing his luggage, turned around and couldn't help shouting in surprise.

At the door of the dormitory, Yondu Udonta looked around erratically, as if trying to avoid meeting Peter's gaze.

He took out a semi-curved silver-gray device from his back waist, and threw it into Peter's arms.

"Ah, that lord's men are more terrifying than the other. I suspect that there are many good men on your home planet. Since he is a boy from our Predator Legion, he can't be much worse than others!"

Peter Quill looked at the curved armor plate Yondu had given him, and fumbled it to the back of his neck.

Immediately afterwards, the armor quickly extended and combined, covering Peter's entire head, except for the brown hair that was still exposed, and turned into a full-cover silver-gray helmet. The eyes were shining red, and the overall shape Quite a retro technology style.

"This was given to me by 'Star Eagle' Starka back then. He rescued me from the war slaves of the Cree and led me on the road of predators. It is my best. In short, this thing I use No more, you can take it."

Before Peter could respond, Yondu flung off his ochre-red trench coat and fled as if gone.

He touched the part of his head covered by the energy membrane, which turned out to be just suitable for exposing Yondu's Yaka sentinel arrow sensor fins. He tapped the side of the helmet with his finger and retracted it to its original appearance.

The young Star-Lord looked down at the suitcase, on top of which was the Photon pistol that Yondu had first taught him to shoot when he was eight years old.

After a while, he closed the box silently, borrowed a small spaceship from the Predator, and headed towards the Phoenix, which was sailing slowly not far away.

"You, hello, hey. I'm Peter Quill, and it's—"

"I know you, sir. I heard that you were abducted from the earth since you were a child? Don't worry, everything has been arranged for you after you go back. Have you packed up your things? You will soon enter the curvature Engine fairway."

Scott Summers greeted Peter politely, looking at the silver-white line-shaped energy-suppressing glasses of "Cyclops", Peter Quill couldn't help but feel in his heart that Yondu had just given him The visors compare.

"Well, can I see Mr. Howlett first?"

Peter looked nervously at the mutant warriors walking in and out of the corridors. These appearances that he had dreamed of becoming from a young age seemed full of distance.

Although there were almost no good people in the Marauder's mercenary team, and even a group of rogues and criminals, Peter could not feel the pride and alienation from his bones there.

After hearing this, Scott paused for a few seconds, didn't ask any more questions, just nodded, and led him to the direction of the central ship hall.

From time to time on the road, he curiously asked Peter about his experience growing up among predators.Although he couldn't see the eyes behind the eyepiece of Cyclops, Peter could feel the sympathy on his face.

"Sir, see Peter Quill."

"Let him in."

Although the deep and magnetic voice was separated by a door, it seemed to ring softly in the ears.

Scott nodded at Peter, and stepped back without lingering in front of the door.

As the heavy alloy door slowly opened, a broad figure with silver hair standing on a brass-colored stone platform appeared in front of Peter.

James slightly closed his eyes and crossed his legs, and the faint and clear starlight from the transparent ship deck above his head covered him like a layer of tulle. From Peter Quill's eyes, there was an indescribable tranquility and harmony. solemn.

"What's the matter? When you return to the earth, your relatives on the mother's side will be found soon. If you want to stay with me, you can also stay here. You are the first earth human who grew up wandering in the universe. There will be areas where you can act."

Peter was more natural and casual in front of James than around other fighters of his age. He put his hands in the pockets of his leather windbreaker and approached with his head down. .

"Sir, I don't remember if I left Missouri when I was six or seven, but maybe a little younger."

James slowly opened his eyes, looked sideways at the little fellow he met in a foreign land, and waited quietly for him to continue talking.

".I don't know if the hut where I lived with my mother is still there. Has the banyan tree at the door been planed? Under the tree is the Captain America card that I buried in the soil. I don't remember grandpa's He looks like he is probably no longer in this world."

A child who lives outside can always develop a big heart that is not stingy. If he doesn't, it will be difficult for him to survive.

Peter Quill, who had an unconventional personality and never had a straight face, suddenly became extremely calm. He looked up at the outline of the Andromeda star cluster and the half-life galaxies attached to it, which he had been forced to recite by Yondu since childhood. sighed:
"Sir, I like stars, I suppose it's an illusion of eternity. Well, I mean, they always flare up and collapse and die. But here I can pretend, pretend things last, pretend life is longer than a thought. "

James suddenly smiled, but he just sat on the side, leaning his back to face Peter who couldn't see the god-like heroic face and smiled so brilliantly.

Peter Quill's words froze at this point, as if this unlikely monologue had exhausted all the words in the young man's head.

James spoke softly, and then he said:

".Even if the gods come and go, mortals fade away, the world is impermanent, even if the stars and all things are fleeting, like fireflies flickering for a short time, and instantly annihilated into cold and dust, we can still pretend."

James suddenly blinked a little boyishly, and patted him on the shoulder when he saw Peter, who was horrified and flushed, his eyes flushed.

"Go, the earth now has perfect interstellar navigation technology, and you can come back and take a look at any time you want. Let me tell you a secret, even if time passes and you don't recognize the place you used to live, and you can't find familiar faces anymore, just try a snack from childhood. You'll know where home is when you've lived."

Peter wiped his eyes vigorously with his greasy hands, which stained his not-so-clean face. He stood up and bowed respectfully to James.

As soon as he got up, a golden stream of fire sprang from James' fingertips and rushed in from the top of Peter Quill's head. It only flickered in his eyes a few times, and then disappeared without a trace.

"It will help you if you encounter troubles in the future. Remember, go back and talk to Yondu about your 'father'. I originally wanted to tell you when I took you back to Earth, but it was told by the witnesses of the incident. It must be clearer."

After hearing this, "Star Lord" almost jumped up in shock, and planned to continue asking. Seeing that Mr. Howlett just waved his hand, he seemed to have no interest in continuing, so he had to swallow the question that was stuck in his throat, and walked forward. Hastily but cheerfully ran to and fro.

Turning around and sitting cross-legged on the stone platform, James also looked up at the endless galaxy. At some point beside him, Qin had already walked beside him, her head resting on his shoulder, and her red hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

"You like that young man very much. It's rare to see you so patient with people outside your family."

"Well, maybe our feelings about home are very similar."

The two figures cuddled together and looked at the stars, until the Phoenix entered the stage of curvature flight, turning all the stars into silver lights and flying away.

All that remains is the familiar yelling and invective from the Marauder ship.
"Yondu! Your Lord 'Star Lord' is back! Is the Milano ready? You can't go back on your promise, you haven't given it to Kraglin yet!"

"Damn money-losing stuff. Why are you back again! Shet! I knew I wouldn't give away my helmet a long time ago."

"The Milan I tm almost got! Peter Quill! I will never forgive you in my life."

Compared to the yelling and scolding of Xingjue and Yondu, Kraglin, who lost his sight and hand to the spaceship, wailed even more miserably.

-

The "Wolf Tower" prison, which is spread like urban ghost stories among ordinary people's social groups, seems to be a place where there is no return.

Indeed, the prisoners held there are all heinous criminals either because they possess extraordinary power, are powerful and extremely dangerous, or because they have committed heinous crimes.

The latter indeed has no chance of being released. Even in that super prison with unique rules, even if he is not sentenced to death, he is likely to be tortured to death by various strange and powerful inmates, or in the daily actual combat of the cold guards. Acting as an opponent in training, was accidentally "broken".

However, the former will still be sentenced according to the specific crimes committed.If you have been performing well in the wolf tower, you still have a chance to return to a normal life.

It's just that it's not an ordinary neighborhood police station that makes "parole filings" for these mutants or superhumans.

T'Chaka, who was wearing what looked like a second-hand old suit from the 80s, made the cripple beside him look downcast several times.

Although it is only the king of a small remote country on the African continent, Wakanda is one of the extraordinary forces guarded by the "Black Panther" after all. Being so poor really makes the cripple feel bad.

"Don't look at it, your beard and hair have not been taken care of for several years, and you are not much better than me. What do you mean by coming here? Howlett has long looked down on Wakanda. It can't be sold for a penny."

T'Chaka and the "cripple" who came to Wakanda to lobby him sat in front of a coffee shop not far from the headquarters of "Whip of Order" in Manhattan, New York.

Looking at the majestic sword-shaped gate, it seemed that he was waiting for someone.

"Hey! Don't look at how I haven't cleaned it up now, but the money problem of the famously handsome school official has been solved long ago. There are quite a few giant chaebols who want to see the Howlett family suffer. Although they don't have the guts to make a move, But it’s still fine to secretly fund our plans.”

The lame man picked up the coffee and sipped little by little, brushing his gray hair and continuing to hum:

"For example, the Yashida family in Japan, and the Osborne Group, which has a new leader who is in his prime and full of ambitions. I just didn't expect you Wakanda to be so poor, if it weren't for—"

"Why are they willing to take such a risk to help you?"

The old black panther heard some information about his identity from the lame man for the first time, but he only asked about the situation of the "gold master" and didn't care about the lame man's past experience.

"Tsk, that's my business. After decades, I should do something? Here, one of the most important links has appeared."

At the door of the Whip of Order, a burly figure wearing a huge windbreaker cloak and covering his whole body like a stone mill came out of it, and a tall and thin man with frosty temples could be vaguely seen behind him.

It seemed that the appointment had already been made, and the combination of one tall and thin and one short went straight to the lame man and T'Chaka. When they got closer, they saw that one of them turned out to be a "stone man" whose face was made of yellow-brown rocks.

Ben Graham looked around habitually, and when he saw that there was no suitable chair for him to sit on, he simply stood there. Reed Richards sat beside him calmly, although his face was still the same. It hasn't changed since a year ago, but it looks much older inexplicably.

"Just chatting here?"

"Roughly speaking, it's not a big problem. 'Order' has a special way of monitoring you, but it doesn't need the FBI's method of tracking and monitoring."

The cripple picked up the lame leg and put it down, and then changed his posture and said, discussing how to deal with the Howlett family at the gate of the Whip of Order was a bit like "dark under the lights".

"I've seen that part of the blueprints and technology. There is hope, but only hope. After I came out, I gradually realized that James Howlett had been missing for many years. When the Big Three are pressed there, no one dares to move."

".The returned Steve Rogers and Barnes punched and shielded the Whip of Order, and there is also the legendary lair of the Howlett family. The strong and extraordinary technological power there can't measure this thing, can't make it."

Reed spread his palms and spoke without any emotional ups and downs, as if he had completed a simple mathematical calculation formula, and the result was certain and clear.

"First, the technology will be completed with vibration gold, and your brain will be used to perfect the assistance, which is far from the effect in the original blueprint. Second, not only us, there are still many places that have not been reached. If possible, I can even go to the kingdom of the gods and ask if the descendants of God King Odin are interested in joining."

".Third, hey, you're looking at the Howlett family in their most 'weakened' state at the moment, and I'm always looking at James Howlett himself, as the saying goes 'the enemy knows you best' , don't you think this 'Wolf Emperor' won't come back?"

On a fairly secluded street corner, some people have noticed the "stone man" with a peculiar appearance and body shape, but people in this era have long been accustomed to encountering strange-looking evolutionaries in their daily lives.

It's like seeing a two-meter-high giant or a short dwarf walking on the street, and instinctively look a few more times, and look back twice after passing by, but that's all.

"You are very confident. I hope you still have enough bargaining chips under the table. Otherwise, we have to go. The daily report after coming out of the Wolf Tower is very important. There is also the Extraordinary Daily Affairs Department in New York. I will contact you again. Right. By the way—"

Reed Richards, who got up and wrapped his coat tightly, suddenly remembered something. He glanced at the black panther who looked like a middle-aged man and the cripple who was just a bad old man, and asked with a low expression:
"Does this matter, this plan, have any name?"

The cripple grabbed the messy stubble on his chin with some headaches, and grinned as if thinking about it now.

"Tsk tsk, a group of people like us, well, let's call them 'Avengers'."

(End of this chapter)