Things about living in Marvel

Chapter 314 Extra Story Why These Things Keep Happening Around Me

"Mr Carl!"

Colt is awakened by the young woman's voice.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was a young and beautiful woman in formal clothes who showed slight dissatisfaction.

"where am I?"

He vividly remembered the day before, Captain America Steve Rogers, who had been half-forced by the Winter Soldier to send him back to the Pasteur Mansion after sacrificing himself.

But where is this place?Why did I appear in this strange place now?

"What are you waiting for? It's your turn!"

The woman urged dissatisfiedly, she was obviously very dissatisfied with the man in front of her who behaved inexplicably.

It wasn't until then that Colt came back to his senses. He raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him.

A little familiar?

No, no, he is very familiar.

"Susan?" Colt subconsciously wanted to call out the other person's name.

However, seeing the other party's young and even immature face, he stopped his impulse for life.

"Sorry, I'm a little distracted." He tried to force a smile, and looked at the crowd behind him without any trace.

Although I don't know what happened, but it seems to be an interview?
Susan shook her head, didn't say anything after all, and then led the other party into the interview room.

"Hello, Mr. Carl." Sitting in the room was a young man.

Even though he hadn't grown a beard or grizzled his temples, Colt could still clearly tell that this was Reed Richards, Mister Fantastic.

Reed gestured for him to sit in a chair and opened his resume.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Colt quickly inspected the various decorations and furniture in the room.

Old-fashioned computers, landline phones...

Through the window behind Reed, he saw the familiar New York City.

He quickly found out where he was, the Pasteur Building.

However, the biggest problem now is not location, but time.

Why did this happen again?An uncontrollable anger rose in his heart. The last time he was thrown into a new world, this time, it happened again?

What's more, this is time travel, and a little carelessness may lead to a big mistake!

Fortunately, he had talked to Reed and Franklin about time travel.

Don't try to change anything, it will only make things worse.The safest way is to keep a low profile.

"Clarify the situation first, and then find a way to make the interview fail." Colt made a decision in his heart.

"I read some of your academic papers." Reed finally raised his head, "Obviously, you have a good understanding of engineering and physics, but what do you think about our current project? ?"

Colt was a little uncomfortable. He never knew when Reed held such a public job fair. They never discussed it in conversation, and there was nothing related to it in his unusual memory. .

"I...don't know." Colt decided to answer truthfully.

Maybe this will make me easily eliminated.

He even got away with it a little bit.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Reed looked at him suspiciously, "You don't have any ideas of your own about the project of using a spacecraft to enter the universe to conduct experiments on cosmic particles?"

Everything hasn't started yet?
From Reed's words, Colt immediately understood the point in time he was in now, and they hadn't even gone to space yet.

He began to regret that he had never studied the list of people who participated in that project in Reed's records. He didn't know whether he had joined the project in the correct history.

No matter whether he did not join but did not join this time, or he should have joined but did not join this time, it may bring extremely bad consequences. What kind of terrible consequences would any slight change have.

In a world without the Fantastic Four, the consequences could be disastrous.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, and then answered Li's question at the most ordinary level as possible.

Finally, the interview is over.

Although the time was not long, Colt felt unprecedented tension.

Hope nothing changes.

He nodded hurriedly to Susan, then turned and left with the documents.

As the elevator landed in the lobby on the first floor, he remembered one thing.

He doesn't know where he should go.

……

"How's the interview going?" Susan, who was Reid's assistant, walked up to her boyfriend and asked.

"It's hard to decide." Reid showed a bitter face, "Most of them are similar, they don't look special, they are all at the level of ordinary people, it's hard to be of much help. I originally thought that Colt Carr would be a A different candidate, but in fact, in the conversation, he doesn't appear to be as good as his thesis."

"Maybe he had something else going on," Susan recalled. "He was in the hallway like he was totally lost."

"You said he was confused?" Reid was a little curious.

"Yeah, I called him several times before he came back to me. I thought he was asleep at the time." Susan shrugged, "But maybe it was because of nervousness?"

"You think it's out of order?"

"It's hard to say, but he does look like he's not good at communication." Susan replied.

"Then let him try." Reed nodded.

"You've decided now?" Susan didn't understand again.

"Yeah, you have to know that other people's performance is not much better than him, but if it follows what you said, at least we can still bet on his abnormal performance." Reid shrugged, "Okay, let's just leave it at that, I'm going to the laboratory first, and there are still a few parameters I want to confirm before going to bed today, oh, yes, people from the federal government, please help me deal with it."

……

Colt found a random restaurant and sat down.

He checked his wallet. Although he didn't look very rich, he wasn't so poor that he had nothing.

"At least figure out how to get a job before you figure out why and find your way back."

Smiling and asked the waiter to put the dishes on the table, he picked up the cup and took a sip of clear water.

"Although I know a lot of things, whether it's scientific research, programs or psychological counseling, it seems a bit too difficult not to have an impact on the world."

A little fidgeting, he stirred the noodles on the plate with a fork.

"Sir, your bill." The waiter put the bill on his table, "Is there anything else I need?"

Smiling at the other party to express his satisfaction, Colt continued to think about his own problems.

"You can come to the front desk to pay at any time, I wish you a pleasant meal." The waiter showed a formulaic smile, then turned and left.

Colt raised his head and looked thoughtfully at the waiter who was processing the account at the counter.

Maybe it's a good decision?

(End of this chapter)