The man with his ribbed wings soaked in formalin had his eyes closed, his supple blonde hair glistening in the light of the overhead, but he was a little indifferent to the two visitors who suddenly entered.

Of course, it is also possible that he is already dead and can no longer die.

"Fury. What the hell is this? Coulson's mouth was nervous, and he asked in a trembling voice after swallowing twice involuntarily.

Coulson, as an old American with the Stars and Stripes, is not a devout believer, but he has been familiar with the religious story of God's angels since he was a child.

Seeing a dead 'angel' with his own eyes now collapses Coulson's already shaky scientific worldview after meeting Thor.

Fury approached the display case and gently pressed his palm against the glass case. Although he has seen a lot of unbelievable things in his life, the god of thunder in Norse mythology, the monster made by gamma rays, and the man from the future

But seeing an angel with his own eyes was a different story, and he was shocked and confused by everything in front of him.

After a moment of contemplation, the one-eyed man whispered, "This is incredible. I also don't know how this angel came here and why it was kept here, but it must have something to do with the memories I lost earlier. ”

His palms slid over the glass case, trying to establish some kind of connection with the man in the display case.

"Your lost memories?" Coulson wondered.

"Ah, I forgot to tell you on the way here, after all the of the Skrulls and the Hydra, I always suspected that my memories had been tampered with."

Fury said as he withdrew his hand, looked at the loyal subordinate, tapped his head twice, and then turned to the angel in the glass case again, "Now that I have confirmed, my memory has indeed been altered, and he is the proof." ”

"Because any asset that has several levels of ten-level clearance protection, it is absolutely impossible for me to forget, absolutely impossible!"

The angel in Formalin remained motionless, seemingly acquiescing to the words of the head of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"In addition to finding the address of this 'angel', I also found a name in my memory. I never remember anyone with that name. Fury spread his palms out and showed Coulson the note in his palm.

Coulson leaned closer, squinting at the light, which was the only light source in the room.

There was a crooked, illegible address on the note, which seemed to have been written in a hurry, but it was quickly ignored by him, because in the lower part of the note, there was a name isolated and no other additional information, making it stand out and attract attention.

"Charles Xavier? Sorry, I don't know this person either. Coulson pursed his lips and shook his head, retracting his head.

A breeze blew, shaking the note in the palm of the one-eyed black man's hand.

The lawns in the park are wide and verdant, and the clean grass stretches into the woods in the distance. The sun shines through the foliage, casting warm golden frecks on the lawn, creating a sense of tranquility and pleasure. The breeze blows, and the blades of grass sway gently and make a rustling sound. It is a perfect place for families to relax and have fun.

On the lawn, a family of four is playing to their heart's content. Parents sit on a blanket and enjoy the warm sunshine, chatting and watching their children. They were smiling and seemed to have forgotten all their worries.

Two children frolicked on the lawn, they ran and jumped excitedly, and laughed from time to time. The little boy waved a kite in his hand and chased the flutter of the kite string. The little girl runs around chasing colorful balloons that sway in the air and emit bright colors.

"You say Charles Xavier, Professor X?" Bai Ye withdrew his gaze from the happy family, looked at the quicksilver that appeared in front of him in surprise, and gently placed the Coke cup next to the wooden chair.

"That's right, I've watched them several times, what's so strange?" Pyro asked, shaking his legs a little boredly.

"Go and watch them. Wait, don't go yet. Bai Ye stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking, his eyes flashed with thought, his hand quietly touched the ring on his hand, and the silver-white ball of light instantly engulfed him and disappeared in place.

In a few seconds, he reappeared at the bench, but he already had a purple metal helmet in his hand, which reflected faintly in the sunlight, and White Night handed it to Quicksilver to put on.

"Be careful, you've seen what Banner and your father have become in the wasteland, and we can't be sure what kind of person Charles is in this world."

Hearing this, Pietro's expression gradually became serious, and he was right, Magneto and Hulk in the wasteland world had degenerated into outright villains. Well, maybe Magneto was a villain from the beginning, and in any case their personalities were very different from the one they knew.

If Professor X in this world was like that, Pietro shook his spirit, and his figure disappeared in place.

Bai Ye looked at the family again, his gaze stayed on them for a moment, of course, this family of four. Not the punisher family of this world, now that they know the dangers lurking in the park, they don't have any reason to come here to play.

Frank Custer can kill, and naturally knows how to avoid risks.

There are also mutants in the MCU Cinematic Universe, but there are no signs of mutants in the main universe of the MCU or the main universe that people in the Cinematic Universe believe that there are no signs of mutants appearing, which also shows that the universe in which they live is probably not 199999

"Kid, have you finished that bottle of Coke on the ground?"

Suddenly, a gentle old male voice came from Bai Ye's side, interrupting his thoughts. He turned his head to see an old cleaner standing there with a broom and dustpan, looking at him with a smile.

The cleaner's voice was gentle and kind, revealing a sense of kindness, his face covered with wrinkles, but his gaze was full of life and vitality.

Bai Ye smiled and raised the cup and shook it, so that the old man in front of him could hear the sound of the liquid in his cup hitting the wall of the cup.

"That's right."

The cleaner smiled in return, and he raised his hand to straighten his blue hat, which, at least for a moment, was gently lifted to reveal the shaggy gray hair underneath.

"Throw it in the trash when you're done." With that, he turned around and walked to the distance to pick up the broom, and began to sweep the fallen leaves intently, and the broom danced between the fallen leaves, making a gentle brushing sound.

(End of chapter)