After Eric's time has made a few waves, the original era has undergone some subtle changes.

Overall, the general trend has not changed, and the details have been adjusted.

Darwin, the professor's initial companion, saved his life, and Trask also suffered heavy losses when the monster landed in New York, and there was no chance to capture mutants such as Azazor and Angel to study, but Magneto's restless personality still led to a catastrophe.

The academy formed by professors Charles and Mora is the opposite party to the Brotherhood, and Mora and Charles marry and become the number two and de facto administrators of Xavier College. Hank the Beast joined after leaving S.H.I.E.L.D., but only as a member of the ordinary faculty, the academy leaned more towards ordinary people than the original timeline, and the struggle with the fraternity became more and more intense, until that man arrived, the professor and Mora took a back seat, and the academy returned to the position of superpowers.

During this time, Scott Cyclops travels to the Far West with Emma, the White Queen who broke away from the Brotherhood, where he establishes his own organization in San Francisco and poachs Bobby the Iceman.

Raven, the Witch, has always been between the academy and the Brotherhood, at odds with Mora, and is not used to Charles's position, but it is always difficult to fit into the frenetic atmosphere of the Brotherhood, she tries to go her own way. But he always failed, and recently lived in the academy, waiting for someone to return.

"Here's how it happened, you killed Stephen. The after-effects of Strange make people forget you for a while, but time will automatically correct and one day you will be recalled. Jean smiled and kissed Eric after speaking.

Eric returned with the same warm smile, as long as it wasn't forgotten by everyone, and he didn't really care about anything else.

In the world of the Lord God, no matter how powerful the reincarnation is, it is just the plaything of the great being, no matter what unforgettable experience he had last time. The next time he would start over, that kind of life was a hell of suffering that would never end, and now that he was out of its grip forever, he had plenty of time to manage his future.

"Do you want to meet John, he may still be working at this time, he has been working hard lately." Jean suggested, knowing that Eric looked the other way on the young man.

Eric shook his head, not intending to interfere with the student's work. He was indeed different from John to others, in his heart. The Burning Man is an unfinished work that belongs only to him, and in his original destiny, John is not valued and respected by his companions. Disagreeing with the purpose of the academy, he finally defected to Magneto, but was only used as cannon fodder for thugs. But in Eric's world, he gives John a new lease of life. He opened Burning Man's eyes to a whole new world, and this young man did not live up to his mentor's expectations, and worked very hard to improve himself.

But that's not enough. He can get stronger.

"Let him continue to experience what it's like to be a leader." Raising his head to look at the bright moon in the sky, Eric said lightly. "I can give them shelter from the wind and rain, but that also suppresses the space to continue to rise, there is no big tree in the flower bed, and now is perhaps the fastest growing stage of his life, we will back him up, let him stand up and move forward bravely."

He whispered, his invisible thoughts cutting through the floors until John, who was reviewing documents in the conference room, appeared in front of him.

I haven't seen him for a long time, John has lost some weight, his temperament is more mature, and his eyes are sharper, he is finally no longer the boy who was easy to shed tears in the past, and now he is the leader of the famous superhero group - Burning Man John.

"You're going to be my most successful work." At this moment, Eric's gaze seemed to have crossed the barrier of time and saw the future achievements of Burning Man. Then he smiled, and his mind flowed back.

In the conference room, John suddenly raised his head, and a familiar feeling quietly called, but he couldn't remember what it was.

He put down his pen, sat in a daze for a while, walked to the window and let the cool evening breeze blow in, and watched the charming night scene outside gradually fall into deep thought.

***

When Eric and Jean met, S.H.I.E.L.D. was working overtime all night, and Fitz's changes did not escape the close monitoring of the agents, and the relevant report was sent to Director Fury by the branch in New York as soon as possible.

"Leo. Fitz is one of the most prominent students of S.H.I.E.L.D. in recent years. Simmons, like him, has a clean background and strong convictions, and his loyalty is unquestionable...... We are convinced that this change is temporary, and that its source comes from our hero, who has been gone for fifty years, from Agent Simon and Grant Brown, who is pretending to be a driver. Ward's report can also be confirmed that he was fine before Eric approached Fitz. In the director's office, a black female agent reported to Fury.

After listening to his men's report, Fury nodded and sent her out, then turned to the other senior agents present in a helpless gesture.

"It looks like we're going to have to adjust our evaluation of him again: a super soldier with the physique of Captain Rogers, who can fly through the sky, shoot out powerful rays to destroy monsters, and now be able to create superheroes - God knows if he can do it in batches, how long the effect can last, an hour or a whole day, or more. In short, we need to readjust the programme and take more cautious measures. ”

"We can't push too hard, but maybe we can send a psychologist to contact him, and maybe there will be an unexpected discovery." Coulson suggested.

"Good idea, but just a word of caution, our best psychologists seem to be getting divorced lately, or we can switch to another candidate." Commander Hill glanced at Coulson in warning.

Fury thought about it for a moment and finally made up his mind.

"You don't have to change it, just use the best one of us, I believe in his work ethic."

After the decision was made, the agents left, and Natasha, who had not spoken, walked last, until she returned to her room, closed the doors and windows and set up defenses, and lay down on the soft bed before she began to think about the past.

Now her mind is back to the distant war years, and she is once again the spirit of the Stalingrad battlefield.

Shells flew and scorched earth everywhere, and there were crippled buildings on fire, and young Natasha was trapped in the burning rubble and screaming, her voice hoarse and all ten fingers bloodied, until a Soviet soldier followed the sound and she was rescued from the brink of death.

"Hah", the scene reappeared in her mind, Natasha closed her eyes tightly, and her nails dug deep into her palms.

Next, the orphaned little girl, along with hundreds of other friends who shared her background, was ordered by the Soviet government to be trained by secret services as future spies, and during that time, she learned many techniques in combat and espionage, as well as many cruel things. No relatives, no friends, only never-ending training and fighting, and you can die at any time because of carelessness.

How many times has she wandered in the snow, hoping to find a path to heaven, but reality has taught young girls with cruel truths again and again that only obedience can be appreciated, and only more cunning and cruel than others can live longer.

It was not until 1941 that Nazi Germany attacked the Soviet Union, and Natasha was selected by her superiors for her excellent grades.

Then there was a series of killings, spiking, and spying, just like her childhood, Natasha's girlhood was also stained red with blood, as if she was born with blood and fire, and she would sink forever in this chaotic world.

Until he ran into that person during a mission, he broke into her life with an irresistible gesture, bringing her the only light in the darkness.

"This information can help you get a good position, and if you want to take that path, it's a long ladder that will allow you to climb higher." The dark-blond-haired man threw over a bag of files, he obviously didn't have anything on him, but somehow pulled out such a thick amount of information.

"Otherwise?" The young girl's Natasha's childish voice rang out, and how crisp her voice was then, like the tinkling sound of melting ice water from the top of a high mountain as it hits the rock formations.

"Otherwise?" The man looked up at the vast sky from afar, and following his gaze, Natasha saw a golden eagle struggling to wave its vigorous wings, burrowing through the thick gray-white clouds and rushing into the infinite blue.

"Otherwise it's a key that you can trade for freedom." Gray-blue eyes with a smile drooped, and the teenage agent suddenly felt a warmth that he had forgotten for a long time.

"Who are you?" The girl Natasha shouted, but saw the person who had already gone away waved his hand and disappeared into the vast field.

Tears flowed down her cheeks, and the girl hugged the bag of hand-painted trilobal ionizing radiation symbols.

The memory was interrupted at this point, and the tenth level agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., Natasha. Romanov reopened his eyes.

"I know who you are." Through the hazy tears, the female agent stared at the ceiling in a daze, and the bright and soft moonlight fell on the pool outside the room, reflecting the fluctuating colors through the glass.

"Hello, Eric."

In the silent room, a sigh that was seventy years late sounded softly. (To be continued......)