Marvel World New Magneto

After accepting the olive branch thrown by Fury, the news of the former national hero's comeback soon spread to the outside world. Just like when Captain America returned to society, Eric's appearance also attracted widespread attention.At the request of all walks of life, S.H.I.E.L.D. specially arranged a press conference for him.What followed were daily lectures—in New York, Philadelphia, and Washington; and various dinners, dances, or charity galas.Often, I don’t even have time to change my clothes when I get off the podium, so I rush on the way to the next entertainment.

I believe Steve is no stranger to this feeling. After the success of the Rebirth Project, he has participated in more than 200 national debt publicity meetings, becoming a war star who has never fired a single bullet at the enemy, but is well-known to everyone.

Of course, Eric doesn't need to sell national debt now, he only sells himself, like those veterans who gave reports to the public in the past, talk about the hard times of the past, remember the dead comrades and their heroic deeds, and finally encourage modern People, advocate the mainstream spirit, and take a few group photos at the request of some enthusiastic people--that's all he has to do.The cooperation of his behavior and the pure kindness of his attitude can almost dispel doubts of anyone who has prejudice against superpowers.

Just like this day, a speech in front of Capitol Hill attracted a large number of media reporters and ordinary audience.

"...nothing can be more important than the preservation of justice and liberty. These sacred words often give us extra strength when we fight on the front line, enduring cold, mud, hunger and pressure against a mighty enemy, Let us overcome the adverse factors of the outside world and regain our strength... Some people say that I am a hero, but I want to tell everyone that I am honored to fight side by side with my heroic partners!"

Eric dropped the speech drafted by others and delivered an impromptu speech in front of the General Ulysses Grant monument.His attitude was calm and confident, his tone was humorous and enthusiastic, and his body movements were also rich. Under his influence, thousands of people in the square were fascinated by the fanatical atmosphere.From time to time bursts of applause or laughter erupted.

"Is this going to run for president? He didn't do what I thought!" A long-haired female agent wearing black-rimmed glasses put down her binoculars.Standing on the top of the yellow rock-shaped building of the Museum of the American Indian and complaining, she is surrounded by two high-ranking members of S.H.I.E.L.D.——Commander Hill and Agent Coulson. Mr. Wei, the recent events have made them feel a little bit out of control, as if the situation is getting out of hand.

"It's impossible for us to control this person, Hand." Hill was originally not optimistic about his colleagues, and now he is even more hopeless.She looked at the square from a distance.Carefully identify familiar faces. "Look who's here: three senators, five congressmen, two generals...and Air Force Colonel Talbot, by the way, his father, Sr. Commander who participated in the attack on the Italian capital, and his family has received great favors."

Reminded by Hill, Agent Hand raised his binoculars again and found that some people seemed to have a particularly close relationship with the target.

"Anyway, he is also the veteran of S.H.I.E.L.D., although he has not participated in the actual management work. But we can't ignore his influence. I think Captain Rogers will support him. And the council will not let him fall to us , so it’s best to give up the fantasy as soon as possible, and don’t forget our own work.” Coulson shook his head, turned and left first.

In the eyes of others, Eric is a guy who is keen to participate in the rally, maybe has some political ambitions, but in Eric's own eyes, it is another matter, he sees a new world, so these days are not tired .

As the speech gradually deepened, as usual, strands of electromagnetic waves of a specific frequency were emitted from the audience. They gradually became more intense with emotional fluctuations, and when they reached a certain level, they turned into a large electromagnetic field to resonate with him.

This feeling is extremely strange, as if Eric has returned to the long river of time, he can switch to someone's inner world with his mind at any time, and understand all his experiences through disillusioned images, without any resistance or concealment.

The electromagnetic field continued to evolve, and finally became a mass of pure spiritual power, slowly flowing around the center of everyone's attention, circling around him layer by layer like a maelstrom of thoughts gathering.

At this moment, Eric was still speaking in his mouth, but he had stopped all thinking in his heart. He quietly watched this brand new power until it disappeared into nothingness.

Suddenly, he remembered the existence that he could only look up to before, maybe he had already touched a door leading to a higher level.

After the speech was over and the guests gradually dispersed after shaking hands with the guests one by one, Fitz came over.

"Sir, what you said is really good." The boy was a little embarrassed, hesitant to speak.

"Thank you, Leo." Eric smiled and looked not far away, where two women were gesturing to the rookie agent. "Your friend?"

"It's Jane and Daisy I met last time. They asked me to do a few personal things." Fitz explained that this time Gemma stayed in New York to study the liquid creature taken from Spiderman's body, and he followed Eric to Washington alone. Just met an acquaintance.

Eric was a good boss, and he readily agreed.

"Go ahead, I'll give you a day off, but don't expect me to cover for you in front of Gemma." Eric blinked, and the tender boy's face flushed slightly.

"We're not in that kind of relationship..." Ignoring Fitz's powerless explanation, Eric's figure swayed a few times and disappeared into the crowd.

When he reappeared, he had come to a nearby small square, ignored the unrelated tourists, and went straight to a down-and-out street performer wearing a straw hat.

"Welcome back." The man laughed immediately when he saw Eric.

"Thank you, but this is not consistent with your usual image. I thought that people with the surname Stark would wear smart clothes every day and be with beautiful women in luxury cars." Eric said casually. sit down next to the guy.

The vagabond singer lifted his hat, and that familiar face appeared——he had a sexy moustache and piercing eyes. He was Tony's father, the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D. who was said to have died in a car accident. Howard.

"Didn't Fury tell you that the times are different, you can disappear for 50 years and reappear. What's so special about my outfit?" He waved his hands casually, and popped a few ugly notes, provoking the people nearby to let them leave go further.

"But why are you doing this?" Eric asked, pointing at him. "Did you forget my reminder?"

"No, I remember very clearly, those rats in the gutter can't escape my eyes." Howard shook his head in denial. "I'm just too tired. With your help I can live a long time. But external affairs suck my energy like a vampire: the interests of the country, the fate of the world, the future of mankind... I've had enough of those things. Still There is Tony, he is also greedy for my time, and he doesn't want to let go of even a little free time, but I am not like Peggy, who can work for decades without the patience of a woman. I want to live my own life. So when I feel I was getting more and more dissatisfied, and in order to prevent these dissatisfaction from turning into something more bad, I tried to leave."

"It's really capricious." Eric commented casually. It was Howard himself who asked for cooperation.

"Don't say that, you don't understand how I feel." Howard protested, rolling his eyes. "It's like a game on repeat. It's only fun at the beginning. For the first ten years I thought I could do anything, but then it became more and more boring to live too long. I started to find ways to have fun with myself. , let the bank go down. Make a fool of the politicians, the craziest time even got the president's nuclear button suitcase and the president's wife's underwear picture, just want to start a nuclear war, but I didn't do it, I just ate Sitting on the bed at breakfast admiring the First Lady's figure and sending the suitcase back, no one ever found out."

"Maybe you should write a memo and stick it on the president's full-length mirror to remind him to pay attention to the safety of the White House and the integrity of his wife." Seeing Howard's triumphant appearance, Eric sarcastically.

"How do you know I didn't do that?" Howard asked back with a radiant face, but his good mood didn't last long, and soon fell down again.

"It's the second decade, when I'm done with this, the third decade comes, it's the most painful decade of my life, you know I'm an inspiration, every moment I'm on my mind Bursting with fire, I never know tiredness, but that was in the past. In the third decade, my inspiration suddenly dried up, and I no longer knew what I should do. It seemed that I had become a part and was running mechanically every day. That's when I knew that unless I destroyed the world, I'd be exhausted. Living too long is a burden, and I'm starting to get forgetful, lethargic, no sense of urgency, no creativity, it's a miserable feeling...so When the fourth decade came, I slipped away without hesitation."

"The mood is understandable, how do you feel now?" Eric asked.

"Generally, there is nothing worth pursuing, and there is no need to worry about tomorrow. Live like a dog." Howard stretched out his two long legs, and leaned on the plants in the flower bed in a very temperamental way. His body was still young, But the soul is already dead.

"I have been destroying all my life, seeking profit with my intelligence. The rebirth project is my only pride. I thought it could benefit mankind, but Steve also left... Finally, I thought of a way to get me free---- It's not death, Eric, it's real rebirth." Howard murmured, and handed over a photo, which showed a boy with his eyes closed.

"His name is Harley. He is five years old. He has a fever and his brain is ruined. Father took the opportunity to slip away...Maybe this is an opportunity."

Howard didn't elaborate, but Eric already understood what he meant.

"A biologist once told me that the cells that make up living things have only two options - immortality or reproduction. If the conditions of the habitat are not good, they will pursue long-term existence, otherwise, they will spread their descendants. It seems that you have found Congratulations, Howard, on the third choice."

Eric glanced at the photo and handed it back to Howard.

When he stood up again, the tramp plucked the strings of the guitar again, and this time it was not harsh noises but pleasant notes.

A special flavor gushes out cheerfully with Stark's fingers, and its melody contains Howard's wonderful life, from a lively child to a rebellious teenager, to a vigorous youth, and finally to the heart of life. old age.

"goodbye friend."

Eric bid farewell silently and disappeared into the crowd of spectators. (to be continued~^~)