Marvel world multiverse

John put down his paintbrush and pulled the stool from under his desk.

"You don't seem to be in a good mood, are you in trouble?" Jaime asked with a worried look.

"I'm fine, but this practical activity organized by the school makes me a little tired."

"Stark is such a good person, only selected you from the school to go to the industrial building to practice learning. Then again, there is a big problem with your school's arrangement this time. It's really inappropriate to place underage children in that kind of place.

"What the hell are you trying to say, am I just a kid who can't do anything in your eyes?"

John couldn't control his emotions and shouted at Jameson.

"In my eyes, you will always be a child! Don't always suppress your emotions and vent them. When you calm down and think about something again, you will get a different answer than before. Don't get carried away by bad emotions, that will only make you very stupid. Jameson said softly.

"You're right, I should adjust it."

"Good, that's the end of our conversation. Tomorrow is your aunt's birthday, and our family has to go over to congratulate her, don't forget to rest early. Jameson said, finished his cup of coffee in one gulp, and turned to leave the study.

In fact, he already knew in his heart that there was no practical learning at all, and this was just a pretense for Stark to take John from school.

As for what he left school for, Jameson didn't want to ask. After all, John has extraordinary abilities, and the method of restraint and discipline of ordinary people cannot be used on him.

"Aunt? What an aunt! In the study, John turned the drawing pen in his hand and exclaimed with a puzzled look.

In the memory area, from the day I crossed into the Marvel world, my brain was blank.

Other people's information is simply not archived in the brain.

The next day, John got up early. In order to celebrate the birthday of this aunt, who had no impression at all in his brain, he deliberately changed into a handsome suit.

"Are you ready?"

Jameson pushed open the door, saw John dressed like this, smiled and praised: "You look very handsome today."

"Such a grand day must be taken seriously."

"It's not early, it's time for us to go."

John nodded and loaded the gifts prepared on the couch into the car.

As the car passed the outskirts, a charred ruin caught his attention.

"What's going on there." John asked as he opened the window and pointed to the ruins.

"The ruins left after the battle are the same thing I talked about yesterday. In order to capture Cardin, the government used military forces, and Rogers and others assisted in the battle. It's a pity that the guy's subordinates are very good, and the military and Rogers and others have joined forces to arrest him. When leaving, the next time the Karting dialect returns, it will be the day of humanity's demise. When New Yorkers heard these words, they were terrified. In order to protect the masses, the government has issued a directive to open a first-level defense.

"Stark, are they hurt?" John continued to ask.

The government did not report the incident, but according to relevant media reports, Stark appeared to be being treated in hospital. As for Rogers and the others, they were not harmed. In order to protect the people of New York, they did not hesitate to fight for their lives, worthy of the title of heroes. John, when things are over here, you should go to the hospital to see Stark. Whatever happened, at least he didn't hurt you. Jaime said with a smile.

John leaned against the car window and didn't respond.

"Here we are."

Jameson pulled up the handbrake and lit a cigarette in the car.

"I remember you didn't seem to smoke."

"When you're upset, this thing really works well."

John smirked and didn't retort. After all, he has used this thing before, and it will indeed make people feel comfortable.

At this moment, a long-haired woman slowly walked out of the house.

John looked up and down, attracted by the young woman in front of him.

The woman is tall and has snow-white skin. She wears ultra-short jeans and exposes two long snow-white slender legs. A small vest with thin shoulder straps on it, two plump and straight arcs stand tall, squeezing out a snow-white and attractive ravine.

Such a stunner, John who watched almost lost his soul.

"This is your aunt Moorea." Jameson reminded.

"My aunt's snow-white complexion doesn't look like a New Yorker at all, but she looks a bit like an East Asian woman." John teased, the aunt in front of him who he had never seen before was so beautiful. The maintenance is so good, I don't know that I thought the students in the university.

"The little one's mouth is so sweet, I still have to thank you for coming to my birthday party. I prepared a turkey and we could enjoy it together in the evening.

"Sounds appetizing."

"Don't stand outside, hurry in."

At Jasiya's invitation, Jameson and the two walked into the house.

At a glance, you can see the most luxurious hall, the intricate lighting glows coldly, the four high walls cast dark shadows on the soft carpet, and through the spacious but deserted long corridor, the eyes of celebrities in the famous paintings on both sides seem to capture people's hearts.

The black marble floor, the bright mirror-like tiles, the ornate crystal diamond chandelier, the pure black fragrant wood table of glass, the imported designer cushioned chairs, and the exquisite finely carved bookcase, are almost indescribable.

John questioned Jameson and learned that the beautiful young aunt was a dentist who had a relationship history and a five-year-old child.

His ex-husband was fired for gambling with the company's R&D funds, and was punished by law and sentenced to ten years in prison. She was very disappointed in this man, and on the day he was sentenced to prison, the two signed a divorce contract and the child was awarded to Moorea by the court. As for the monthly alimony, it would be borne by the man's parents.

She didn't like the hustle and bustle of the city, so she bought a villa here.

The scenery is beautiful, the air is fresh, and when you can see the mountains in the distance from the outside, it is like a picturesque view.

"John, I have something to discuss with your father, you go to the room to read comic books with Jason."

"No problem, I just want to meet this little guy too."

John grabbed the snacks on the table and walked into Jason's room. I saw the little guy lying on the ground, looking at the comic book in his hand.

"Jason, look at what is so serious, do you want to eat some snacks." John picked up the potato chips and deliberately dangled them in front of the little one.

"Mom won't let me eat these snacks."

"It's okay to eat less, my brother is in charge."

John opened a pack of snacks and handed it to the little one.

Jason threw away the comic book in his hand, sat on the ground and ate a snack.

"The allure of snacks for children is really not ordinary." John said with a look of relief.