The Track of Dawn In the World of Marvel

  Chapter 145 28. Even though I lost my dream and my family broke up, I was still forced to open for business—【810】

   (addition for "Wyatt2048" brother)

  Peter Parker stood in front of the passage leading to the underground shelter. He was about to change back into ordinary people's clothes before entering this "home" that he had stayed in for several years.

  The whole Vault knows that Spider-Man is protecting them, but even in the future, Peter still strives to maintain his "secret identity".

  Although he doesn't need to do it anymore in this rotten age.

   But the past was haunting him and turning that hiding into a habit that couldn't be broken.

  He walked into a secret "changing room" of his own in the dark without the lights on, opened the cabinet where the battle uniforms were hidden, and a small light lit up to illuminate Peter's eyes.

Spider-Man silently pulled off the hood and threw it in the cabinet, then grabbed the edge of the jacket with both hands and took it off with some difficulty. When the tights were taken off, the suppressed stomach suddenly "jumped" come out.

  Seeing the beating of the fat on the belly of "Regained Freedom", the rather speechless Peter was stunned for several seconds before heaving a long sigh.

  He seems to have recalled his "scenery" when he was young. At that time, he still had eight-pack abs and he would wander around the city all day without getting tired.

  But now it doesn't work.

  Now he can't even deal with a group of mutated zombies.

   Is the strength weakened?

  Peter asked himself, and then clenched his fists to feel the terrifying power in his body that had dropped a lot from the peak, and then he got the answer to this question for the Nth time.

  Maybe the change is mentality?

After all, an old man in his thirties and a spiritual guy in his twenties look at the world differently, especially after experiencing the death of Aunt May, breaking up with Mary Jane, and attending her ex-wife’s wedding to become her daughter. The man who failed, witnessed the collapse of the world, and the doomsday came after the death of his friends

  Peter shrugged, returning to his past years of experience and feeling relieved.

   Even superheroes have good reason to change their mindset after all the **** they've been through.

   Anyway, the city is gone.

  Anyway, Spider-Man's current existence is just a big security guard for the shelter, and his life seems to have no meaning.

"Snapped"

  The lights in the dressing room, which had been broken for a long time, were suddenly turned on, making Spider-Man, who was in a state of wonderful emotional outburst, look back vigilantly.

   Then I saw the strange young man standing at the door holding a strange multifunctional saber, he had just repaired the aging circuit.

  So in this narrow changing room, Mason, who did not wear a helmet, and Peter Parker, who had just taken off his shirt and only wore a white vest, looked at each other under the incandescent light.

   "Uh, sorry, I didn't know anyone here."

  Mason's gaze involuntarily fell on Peter Parker's "bloated" abdomen as a superhero, which was about to pop out from under the vest.

  Hey, even I, a 17-year-old high school dropout, has six-pack abs. Is it really okay for you to fail in body management like a superhero?

  Mason withdrew his gaze with a strange expression, and apologized and said:

   "Because you didn't make a sound, and we weren't allowed into your sanctuary and needed a place to stay overnight, let me just ask, how did your figure become like this?

  The super spider gene theoretically allows you to have a super strong body that can beat a dozen people when you are eighty years old.

  How indulgent you are!

   Ten bottles of happy water plus thirty high-calorie burgers a day? "

"Shut up!"

  The middle-aged Spider-Man scolded angrily, threw his combat uniform jacket into the cabinet, took off his pants, and then took out a loose gray sportswear from it to put on his body.

   As he closed the locker, the sharp-eyed Mason glanced at the old photos pasted on the door.

  It was a photo of a kind old lady taking pictures with young Peter.

   In the photo, both people are smiling.

   And the decadent man in front of him obviously hasn't smiled for a long time.

   "So, Aunt May has"

  Mason was silent for a few seconds, and said softly:

   "Did you walk in the doomsday?"

   "It has nothing to do with you! Outsiders."

  Spider-Man pulls the hood of his tracksuit up over his matted brown hair and says:

   "Don't ask questions. You are not allowed to bring your people into the shelter. I will keep an eye on you. There is a utility room 30 meters away from the fork on the left, which is enough for you to rest."

   After speaking, the indifferent middle-aged Spider-Man passed Mason to leave.

  The aura of keeping strangers away from him is really obvious.

   Not even some sort of disguise.

   That seems to be the state of his life now.

   "You know, I loved reading comics when I was a kid."

   When Spider-Man walked to the door, Mason suddenly said:

"I have a very bad family, and I just learned not long ago that the father who kept beating me was not my father. When I was beaten black and blue, I always hid in my small bed in the utility room and read comics to escape. Reality.

   I have two favorite superheroes.

   One is called Batman.

  He would beat criminals like my father to the bone with his bare hands in the night city. The other is Wolverine, and he's even more over the top.

   Always like to make bad guys into kebabs. "

  Spider-Man continued to move forward indifferently, then Mason put his hand on his shoulder and said:

   "But you were my third favorite superhero when I was a child. It doesn't mean that your charm is not as good as the master and Logan. It's just that I thought you were too kind back then.

   But as I grow up, I gradually realize that I can't become a man like Lord or Logan, but as long as I keep a kind heart, I may become you. "

   Mason whispered:

   "Peter Parker, what exactly did you go through to become like this?

  I'm really curious about the story between you and this world. Judging by your current living conditions, I guess you don't have many friends. After you go back, you will be alone and sulk.

   So why don't you take a moment and tell me? "

   "I have no obligation to satisfy your idle curiosity, outsider."

  Peter pushed Mason's hand away, and said angrily and sarcastically:

   "Why don't you find your companions at Osborne Tower? Perhaps the Sandman would be interested in telling you what he and his scumbag friends have done to the world."

   "The purpose of my trip is to kill the Sandman."

  Mason said quietly:

  "My companions have lurked into that Osborne Tower, if you are patient, you may be able to see how the Sandman and his team were executed by our own hands.

Oh, right.

  The reason why the sand man fled back to this world alone is because in my world I sold him and his scumbag friends to my powerful allies.

   It was I who opened the door to the world with my own hands and sent him back.

   If you hate him, Peter.

   Then you have good reason to adopt a softer and kinder way of speaking to me. "

   While speaking, Mason took out the secret execution order signed by Mr. Hunter himself and handed it to Spider-Man.

  After ten seconds of silence, he said:

   "You want to collect information from me?"

"Um."

  Mason nodded and admitted:

   "You can think so, but what I just said is not false. You should know that in many parallel worlds, your legends and stories exist in the form of comics or movies.

  I know every version of your story by heart, Peter, you and Mary Jane, you and Gwen Stacy, you and the black cat, you and the black widow, etc.”

   "I have never had any deep communication with the black widow! Don't slander me, you bastard!"

  The middle-aged Spiderman pouted and said:

   "And the Avengers have long since disappeared. In the year before the end of the world, they died and fled, and many people became one of you.

  Black Widow.

  I heard that she was one of the first to leave, right after Hawkeye and Potato became zombies, and those two guys are probably still wandering the desert ruins of Nevada now. "

  Maybe it was the things that Mason brought out that made Spiderman feel his sincerity. In short, this middle-aged superhero who lost his dreams was not in a hurry to leave.

  Although he still looks sullen and cynical, he does start to say things to Mason.

   "Do you have a cigarette? Here's one. It's hard to find such a treat in this poor place."

   He asked a question.

  Mason took out a pack of Sika cigarettes from his luggage. This was one of the "tactical rations" Zha Kang left with him. The last time I brought a few boxes to that bastard, I still haven't used up all of them.

  He personally delivered it to the middle-aged Spider-Man, and lit it with magic fire.

  Peter Parker, who had completely failed in body management, leaned against the wall where the skin was peeling off, while he was skilful at breathing, while stroking his stubble-covered chin.

  The thick dark circles under the eyes formed by staying up late for a long time looked Mason up and down.

  Amid the rising smoke, he said:

   "Based on the quality of all kinds of outsiders I have seen, you are indeed a bit too young. What do you want to know? Ask, for the sake of this pack of cigarettes, I can give you fifteen minutes."

   "Can I change thirty minutes?"

  Mason blinked, then took out a few packs of Sika cigarettes and handed them over.

   This move made the middle-aged Spiderman snort, but he didn't refuse. After accepting the order, he signaled with his chin that Mason could start asking.

   "What's going on here?"

   Mason cut to the chase:

   "Is the rest of the world still there? What about earthquakes that inevitably occur every thirty minutes?"

   "Three questions!"

  Spiderman snorted and said:

   "But it boils down to one answer, here's the apocalypse, as you can see a bad virus sweeps the world and turns it upside down overnight.

  Those infected people turned into another form. Guys like Jin Bin got a kind of 'rebirth' after death. The safe city became dangerous, but the wilderness became a popular real estate.

  The Avengers Alliance, which was split by the civil war, struggled to reorganize and a counterattack was brewing.

  It's a pity that there are internal differences, some people continue to fight, and some people defect to the enemy. The warriors are dead, roaming the ruins of the world in humiliation, and some have been carried away.

   Then a crop of outsiders see this place as, uh, some kind of 'talent market'?

   Those who were valuable in their eyes were taken away, such as Gwen and Frank, while the rest were silently waiting for the dawn of hope that might never come.

   As for the rest of the world, I can only tell you that I don't know.

  At least on the North American side, there is only the large gathering place of Osborne Tower left, but it is Osborn's property, and the Green Goblins are the first batch of **** to seek refuge with their new owners.

  He relied on a successful horizontal jump to make him a dignitary under the apocalypse.

   I'm guessing that the more frequent earthquakes must have something to do with that tower, but I have no idea or even interest in what they're doing. "

  Peter Parker was silent for a moment, threw the cigarette **** on the ground and stepped on it again, saying:

   "It is already difficult for us to live, and everything in the outside world is meaningless to us."

  He flicked another cigarette, glanced at the thoughtful Mason again, and said:

   "Even if you execute the Sandman, it doesn't make sense to kill the Green Goblin by the way. They are not the ones who really rule this doomsday. You have an army stationed on the island outside Osborne, and they defeated the Avengers.

  I saw with my own eyes that even Thor was

   Ah, what a dreadful day. "

   "That is not our army. Although it is indeed a 'fraternal organization', we are actually just a group of bad-hearted explorers, and fighting is not our duty."

  Mason shrugged, corrected what Peter said, and asked again:

   "Are there any resistance groups here? I mean those who secretly resist Osborn's rule. If they want to enter that city quietly to complete the execution of the traitors, I may need some help."

"Yes, I have."

  The middle-aged Spider-Man grinned, and clicked to signal Mason to follow.

  He will not say that the K team is not allowed to enter the shelter. After a series of cumbersome identification verifications, Peter, smoking a cigarette, leads four people into an elevator that goes straight to the ground.

   After several minutes of descending, they reached the shelter at least one hundred meters underground.

  When the elevator door opened, a huge underground cave was completely hollowed out, and the artificial lighting facilities extended from Mason's eyes to the end several kilometers away.

  Here is like an underground workshop, with a complete residential area and roads planned.

  If you don’t count the dark rock formations around it, it’s almost no different from a small town.

   Mason raised his head and could vaguely see the logos of the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. from the metal wall covered in graffiti, but that must have been a long time ago.

   "Go straight along Manhattan Street, turn left at the third intersection and turn left at the sixth house, that is the location of the resistance organization."

  Peter patted Mason on the shoulder and said:

   "Go, find someone who will help you, and then leave me alone, I have a date at the bar tonight Thanks again for the cigarettes, young man."

   After finishing speaking, this decadent guy put on his sunglasses and swaggered away, even whistling with a few well-dressed young ladies on the way, looking very familiar.

   This scene was nothing special to the other three members of Team K.

   But for Mason, it was a bit shocking. He didn't expect that a kind incarnation like Spider-Man would have such a free and easy side?

   On the way to the resistance organization, Barbara asked curiously. Mason thought for a while and answered briefly:

  "Can you imagine Batman dragging his bloated figure to give up night patrol one day, ignoring the chaotic Gotham, smoking and drinking to burn his head every day, and giving up Selena and Thalia and running to hang out with a group of roadside dancers?

   If you can't imagine, then you can understand my mood now. "

   "Huh? Do you compare that decadent strange uncle with Bruce?"

  Barbara said in surprise:

   "Is this too exaggerated?"

"exaggerate?"

  Mason curled his lips and said:

   "You really don't know anything about exaggeration, Barbara. That guy's career when he was young and beautiful, even if Bruce came over, he would willingly give a thumbs up.

  Although their behavior styles are completely two extremes, they are indeed the same kind of people. "

   "That guy is amazing, in every way."

  Er Tong, who had been silent all this time, observed the surrounding environment and said in a low voice:

   "In pure hand-to-hand combat, it would be difficult for Bruce to defeat him.

  If we fight with our lives, he can crush me to death with at most fifty strokes. It seems that he is secretly sheltering here, otherwise the thousands of people here would not be able to resist the enhanced version of zombies outside. "

   "That person gave me a strange feeling."

  Captain Jack looked at the small houses on both sides of the road, and expressed his opinion:

  "He's not really tired of this world, I can feel it, he just has no reason to go on anymore. Do you know that feeling?

  It's like a kite with a broken string, nothing is pulling him and he doesn't know where to go. "

   "Aunt May is dead."

   Mason sighed and said:

  " He drove Gwen away with his own hands, witnessed his friends die in battle, watched his former comrades-in-arms turn to the enemy and rebelled, and the city he had been guarding turned into ruins.

   Indeed, all the reasons worth fighting for had vanished.

   But it's not right! "

   Mason frowned and said:

   "Mary Jane should still be there. With that woman around, Peter couldn't possibly be decadent. Huh?"

  Mason pushed open the door of the resistance organization in front of him, and at a glance, he saw a big sister with long red hair sitting behind a desk with a depressed face, holding a lady's cigarette in her hand and looking out of the window melancholy.

   Judging from the dusty nameplate on the table, this lady is the "rebel leader" Peter mentioned?

"etc."

   Mason stared at her, and said in a strange tone:

   "Mary Jane?"

  (end of this chapter)