Marvel Reverses Wolverine

"Cough, cough!"

"Yondu?"

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

At the door of the dormitory, Yondu Udonta looked around uncertainly, seeming to avoid meeting Peter's eyes.

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

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

Peter Quill looked at the curved armor piece Yondu gave him, and groped for it and attached it to the back of his neck.

Immediately afterwards, the armor quickly extended and assembled, covering Peter's entire head. Except for his brown hair, which was still exposed, it turned into a full-covering silver-gray helmet. The eyes were shining with red light, and the overall shape Quite a retro technology style.

"This was given to me by Star Eagle Starka. He rescued me from the Kree war slaves and led me on the path of a predator. It is my best. Anyway, I use this thing. If you can’t get it, take it.”

Before Peter could respond, Yondu threw up the hem of his ocher-red trench coat and fled, seemingly disappearing.

He touched the area on his head that was covered by the energy mesh. It turned out to be just right for revealing Yondu's Akka Sentry Arrow sensor fin. He tapped his finger on the side of the helmet and retracted it to its original appearance.

The young "Star-Lord" looked down at the suitcase. On top of it lay the photon pistol that Yondu 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.

"Hello, hey, I'm Peter Quill, I'm-"

"I know you, sir, I have given instructions. I heard that you were abducted from the earth when you were a child? Don't worry, everything will be arranged for you when you go back. Have your things been packed? You will enter the warp soon. The engine is channeled.”

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

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

Peter looked at the mutant warriors walking in the corridors with some anxiety. They looked full of distance from what he had dreamed of becoming since he was a child.

Although there are almost no good people in the Marauder's mercenary team, and they are even a group of rogue gangsters and criminals, but there, Peter can't feel this kind of pride and alienation from his bones.

Scott paused for a few seconds after hearing this. He didn't ask any more questions. He just nodded and led him towards the central ship hall.

On the way, Peter was asked curiously from time to time about his experience growing up among predators. Although he couldn't see the eyes behind the "Cyclops" eyepiece, Peter could feel the sympathy on his face.

"Sir, Peter Quill would like to see you."

"Let him in."

Although the low magnetic voice was separated by a door, it seemed to be ringing softly in my ears.

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

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

James closed his eyes slightly and crossed his legs. The clear starlight shone from the transparent ship deck above his head, covering him like a veil. In Peter Quill's eyes, he felt an indescribable sense of tranquility and tranquility. solemn.

"What's the matter? When you return to Earth, your mother's relatives will be found soon. If you want to stay with me, you can. You are the first Earth human to grow up wandering in the universe. There will be Areas where you can make a difference.”

Peter was more natural and casual in front of James than in the presence of soldiers of similar age to him. He put his hands in the pockets of his leather trench coat and walked closer. He sat on the stone platform lightly and looked up at the starry sky that seemed to have no obstruction. .

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

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

"I don't know if the small house where I lived with my mother is still there, or if the banyan tree at the door has been dug up. Under the tree is the Captain America card that I buried in the soil. I can't remember my grandpa's. It looks like he is probably no longer in this world."

Children who wander around can always develop a big heart that is not stingy. If not, it will be difficult for him to survive.

Peter Quill, who had an out-of-shape personality and had never had a formal appearance, suddenly became extremely calm. He looked up at the outline of the Andromeda star cluster and the attached half-life galaxy, which Yondu had forced to carry since he was a child. sighed:

"Sir, I love the stars. I guess it's an illusion of eternity. Well, I mean, they always flare up and collapse and die. But here, I can pretend, pretend that things last forever, pretend that life is longer than a thought. "

James suddenly smiled, but he was just sitting on the edge. Peter, who was leaning towards him, couldn't see that the heroic face of a god smiled so brightly.

Peter Quill's words were stuck at this point, as if this monologue, which he could not speak, had exhausted all the vocabulary in the young man's head.

Instead, James spoke softly and continued his words:

"Even though the gods come and go, mortals are prosperous and fade away, the world is impermanent, even though the stars and all things are fleeting, like fireflies that flicker and appear briefly, and are annihilated in an instant into cold ice and dust, we can still pretend."

James suddenly blinked a little boyishly, and Peter patted his shoulder as his eyes turned red with horror.

"Go ahead. The earth now has perfect interstellar navigation technology. You can come back and visit anytime you want. Let me tell you a secret. Even if time has passed and you no longer recognize the place where you once lived, and you can no longer find familiar faces, you just need to take a bite of the snack you grew up with. If you live with something, you will know where home is.”

Peter wiped his eyes with his hands that were still stained with oil, staining his face which was not fair at all. He stood up and bowed to James in a polite manner.

As soon as he stood up, a wisp of brilliant golden fire sprang from James's fingertips and rushed in from the top of Peter Quill's head. It only flickered in his eyes for a few times, then fell silent and disappeared.

"If you encounter troubles in the future, it will help you. Remember, go back and talk to Yondu about your 'father'. I originally wanted to tell you when I take you back to Earth, but it will be told by someone who has experienced it. It must be clearer.”

"Star-Lord" was so shocked that he almost jumped up after hearing this. He planned to continue questioning when he saw Mr. Howlett just waved his hand and seemed to have no interest in talking anymore. He had to swallow the question stuck in his throat and stepped forward. Rushing but happily running towards where he came from.

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

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

"Well, maybe it's because our feelings about home are very similar."

The two figures cuddled up and looked at the stars, until the Phoenix entered the curvature flight stage and the stars turned into silver light and flew by.

Only the familiar shouts and curses from the Predator ship were left.

"Yondu! Your Lord Star-Lord is back! Is the Milan ready? You can't go back on your promise. You haven't given it to Kraglin yet!"

"Damn loss-making thing. Why are you back again! Shet! I should have known better not to give away my helmet."

"I almost got the Milan! Peter Quill! I will never forgive you in this life."

Compared to the screams and curses of Star-Lord and Yondu, Kraglin, who had lost his sight and saw the spaceship in his hand, wailed more miserably.

——

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

Indeed, the prisoners detained there are all heinous criminals because they either have extraordinary strength, powerful abilities and are extremely dangerous, or they have committed extremely heinous crimes.

The latter really 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 weird and powerful inmates, or in the daily actual combat of the cold guards. He acted as an opponent during training and was accidentally "broken".

However, the former will still be sentenced based on the specific crimes committed. If you have been performing well in the Wolf Tower, you still have a chance to return to normal life.

It's just that it's not an ordinary neighborhood police station that does "parole filing" for mutants or extraordinary humans like them.

T'Chaka, who was wearing what looked like a second-hand old-style suit from the 1980s, made the cripple beside him roll his eyes several times in disdain.

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

"Don't look at it. Your beard and hair haven't been taken care of for several years. You're no better than me. What do you mean by coming here? Howlett has long since fallen in love with Wakanda. I might not even be able to see him. You can’t sell it for even a penny.”

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

Looking at the majestic sword-shaped door, it seemed like it was waiting for someone.

"Hehe! Although I haven't done much to deal with it now, the money problem of the famously handsome school official has been solved long ago. There are many giant chaebols who want to see the Howlett family suffer, although they don't have the guts to take action. But it’s okay to fund our plans behind the scenes.”

The lame man picked up the coffee and sipped it bit by bit, stroking his gray hair and continued to hum:

"For example, Japan's Yashida family, the Osborne Group, which has a new leader who is in his prime and full of ambitions. I just didn't expect that Wakanda would be so poor, if not -"

"Why are they willing to take such risks to help you?"

For the first time, the old Black Panther heard some information about his identity from the lame man, but he only asked about the situation of the "finance owner" and did not care about the lame man's past experience.

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

At the door of the Whip of Order, a sturdy figure wearing a huge trench coat and cloak, covering his whole body like a stone mill, walked out of it. Behind him, he could vaguely see a tall and thin man with frosty white sideburns.

It seemed that they had already made an appointment. One tall and one short man walked straight towards the lame man and T'Chaka. When they got closer, they saw that one of them was actually a "stone man" whose face was made of yellow-brown rocks.

Ben Gram looked around habitually, and after seeing that there was no chair suitable for him to sit on, he simply stood there. Reed Richards sat calmly beside him, although his face was still the same. There is no change from a year ago, but he looks a lot older inexplicably.

"Just chat here?"

"In summary, it's not a big problem. 'Order' has a special way of monitoring you, but you don't need the FBI's tracking and surveillance methods."

The lame man lifted the lame leg and put it down, then changed his position and said, discussing how to deal with the Howlett family at the gate of the Whip of Order is quite a bit "dark under the light".

"I have seen those drawings and technologies. There is hope, but it is only hope. After I came out, I gradually learned that James Howlett has been missing for many years. Although the extraordinary forces around the world have been ready to move, but only the 'mutant' The Big Three are pressing down there, and no one dares to move."

"The returning Steve Rogers and Barnes held up the Whip of Order with a shield and a punch, as well as the legendary lair of the Howlett family. The strong men and extraordinary technological power there are simply unfathomable. It won’t happen.”

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

"First, the technology will be completed with vibranium, and your brain will be used to improve it. It is far from the effect in the original drawings. Second, it is not just 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 set your sights on the Howlett family, which is currently in its most 'weak' state, but I have always been staring at James Howlett himself. As the saying goes, 'the enemy is the one who knows you best.' , do you think this 'Wolf Emperor' will never come back?"

On a relatively secluded street corner, some people have already noticed the "stone man" with a unique appearance and body shape. However, people in this era have long been accustomed to encountering weird-looking evolved beings in their daily lives.

Just like when you see a giant man or a short dwarf who is more than two meters tall walking on the street, your eyes will instinctively look at him 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 chips under the table. Otherwise, we have to leave. The daily reports after coming out of the Wolf Tower are very important. We also need to go to the Extraordinary Daily Affairs Department in New York and contact us again. Right. By the way——"

Reed Richards, who stood up and wrapped his coat tightly, suddenly remembered something. He looked at the black panther who looked like an old man and the lame man who was just a bad old man, and asked with a low expression:

"Does this matter, this plan, have any name?"

The lame man had a headache and scratched the messy stubble on his chin, grinning as if he was thinking about it.

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