Marvel: The Villain-Chapter 265 Sign
Thanks to history textbooks and years of media coverage, Captain America's national approval rating had always been sky-high. Since his reawakening, his popularity across social media and the internet had remained feverish. It was said that a New York blogger who happened to run into the Captain and posted a selfie saw it hit over ten million likes in just 24 hours. This level of fame left even Hollywood A-listers in the dust.
Lately, New York had been in a state of turmoil, with terror attacks occurring one after another. Jason, on a whim, had even leveled a significant portion of Manhattan. In times like these, having a local, history-book superhero watching over them gave the citizens of New York a great deal of peace of mind.
Consequently, the Captain America Museum in Brooklyn had become the city's hottest attraction. Massive crowds flooded the museum daily, far exceeding its capacity. To manage this, the museum—which was originally free—had to start charging for timed entry. Daytime tickets were expensive while night tickets were cheaper, with a daily limit of 10,000 sales.
Despite these restrictions, tickets were consistently sold out, leaving only the unpopular late-night slots available. Currently, with less than half an hour left before closing, the vast museum was still teeming with people.
Alex stepped out of a taxi, bought a ticket at the side window, and entered.
"Captain, welcome home!"
As soon as he stepped through the door, a massive poster greeted him, accompanied by the audio of the President's glowing tribute to Steve Rogers.
"He is a symbol of the nation, a hero of the world. The story of Captain America is a tale of honor, bravery, and sacrifice..."
"After being rejected by the military due to a frail physique, Steve Rogers was chosen for a secret government experiment and became the world's first superhero!"
Alex stood still for a moment, pulled the brim of his hat lower, and walked in.
Outside, the sky was pitch black, yet inside, over a thousand people were still browsing the exhibits. Alex was in no hurry to strike; instead, like a common tourist, he visited the displays and watched the videos in sequence. Having deemed the Captain his mortal enemy, he naturally wanted to learn more about him.
This museum was famous not just because it was in Brooklyn, the Captain's home. The curators had somehow secured many precious artifacts and interview recordings of the Captain and his friends, which were now playing on a loop across a dozen high-definition screens.
After about twenty minutes of browsing, Alex had seen enough for the image of Steve Rogers to become vivid in his mind. The man was a superhero, but ultimately, he was just a human. He had a romance that ended in tragedy—evidenced by the video of Peggy Carter—and a best friend named Bucky Barnes who had died on a mission.
"Peggy Carter..." Alex muttered the name, deep in thought.
"Closing in ten minutes! Please head to the exits in an orderly fashion!"
The museum's intercom interrupted his musings. He stopped stalling and walked directly toward the exit. It was late, and a large surge of tourists began to leave. The exit was jammed tight; several security guards were shouting to maintain order.
Alex was stuck in the middle of the crowd, but his strength was freakish. With a slight shove, he easily pushed through the throng. Reaching the exit, he reached out, slammed the bulletproof glass doors shut, and turned to face the crowd.
A roar of confusion went up as the tourists stared at him in disbelief.
"Hey! What are you doing!" Two guards yelled, trying to push their way over.
Alex didn't bother with words. His flesh began to writhe and suddenly shot outward with a swish. Because the exit was so crowded, several thick blood vessels pierced through over twenty people instantly, like meat on a skewer.
"AAAAHHH!"
After a heartbeat of silence, the crowd erupted in terrified screams. The guards drew their pistols and began firing. Alex ignored them, letting the bullets thud into his body as he rapidly absorbed the skewered victims into his form.
Watching living people being swallowed whole sent the tourists into a panic. Everyone screamed and scrambled backward, but the museum only had one exit.
They were lambs to the slaughter.
*
Brooklyn, SHIELD Apartment
Steve had turned off all the lights in his room and was lying quietly on his bed, looking out at the moon. The night was dark, but he was wide awake.
Since joining SHIELD, Fury had been surprisingly transparent, taking him to the SHIELD headquarters—the Triskelion. The reconstruction of the building was nearly complete, and parts of it were already back in operation.
Fury had given him a tour, and he had been left in a state of shock. He saw a massive fortress hollowed out underground, fighter jets that could take off vertically without a runway, and laser cannons that could flip a tank with one shot. In seventy years, the progress humanity had made was overwhelming for an old man.
He had also met the high-ranking agents, Fury's inner circle. A female agent named Natasha had particularly caught his eye. After a few days of orientation, he had been deployed on field missions.
Per his agreement with Fury, the enemies he faced were official members or fanatical followers of the Joker organization. The more he fought them, the more Steve realized how terrifying the organization truly was. He didn't know what kind of brainwashing magic they used, but these criminals were all insane, completely disregarding their own lives to complete a task.
That morbid devotion reminded him of Hydra—no, it was worse than Hydra. Hydra had many cowards who feared death, but the Joker's people were different. Steve suspected that if Jason told them to kill themselves, they would do so with a smile. This power to manipulate was horrifying; for the first time, Steve felt a chill in his heart.
He finally understood why Fury said that if the Joker's cancer wasn't excised, the world had no future. But removing it was easier said than done. Putting aside the nationwide network of members and fanatics, just the core members with superpowers were enough to give Steve a headache—especially their leader, Jason, the man who had defeated him in a single move.
Steve spent the night agonizing over it, yet he still couldn't find a way to stop him.
Ring, ring...
His old-fashioned flip phone rang. It was his SHIELD contact.
"Captain, something's happened!"
Steve sat bolt upright. "What is it?"
"The man from the other night is back!"
"Alex?"
"Yes! Get ready. A jet will be at your location in three minutes!"
Hanging up, Steve jumped out of bed, threw on his gear, grabbed his shield, and sprinted downstairs. Across the hall, a door opened slightly, and a small head peeked out.
"Sigh..."
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. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
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