Leisurely Life in American Comics

Damn it, the Marvel world is too dangerous, and New York City is a target of public criticism. While eating hot pot and singing songs, the building collapsed. I just want to live a leisurely life, why do you have to force me? "Brother Hammer, put away your hammer and go back to your divine realm!" Gran held the magic wand in his hand and stared coldly at Thor, the son of Odin. "Green fat man, come home and take a look!" Gran said with a mean smile on his face, whispering in his ear: "The black widow went home with a strange man in her arms." Alas, these superheroes are annoying too. The world is so beautiful and you are so grumpy. Is this really okay? With this in mind, Gran looked up at the Chitauri army passing by like locusts. He raised his magic staff helplessly and recited the forbidden curse that would destroy the world: "Great goddess of ice and snow, you stand on the top of the snow mountain..." PS: This is my first time writing science fiction. Please forgive me if there are any loose logic. Don't blame me, you glass heart.