Marvel's Necromancer

"Colson, darkness is about to rise and time is running out."

"Crack."

Nick turned off the tape recorder and sat behind his desk, deep in thought.

Black Widow Natasha had left after reporting the results of the mission, and Nick gave her a new mission.

Coulson stood in front of his desk, waiting for instructions from Director Nick.

"Colson, what do you think of our Mr. Magician? Tell us what you think about the whole thing that happened." Nick rubbed his eyebrows and made a gesture to indicate to Coulson to speak.

"All my opinions are written down in the report, Director."

"I will read the report in detail later. Now I want to hear your first thoughts as the client, including those that cannot be written in the report." Black Braised Egg's request was somewhat unreasonable, but Coulson, who trusted Nick, believed that The Secretary has his own reasons for doing so.

"Tell the truth, Director." Coulson smiled wryly and spread his hands. "This job has always surprised me, but today? Magic and magicians? I don't know what to say. What I saw and heard today has seriously affected my personal rational cognition."

Nick waved his finger without saying anything, gesturing for Coulson to continue.

"A month after Ivan Sid disappeared, our agents monitored his appearance in the sewer. However, during the previous search, the sewer had only one exit. The possibility of other exits from the sewer cannot be ruled out."

"Magic?" Nick thought to himself as if he had an idea, and then motioned for Coulson to continue.

"After the target person went out, our agents took samples from his clothes and sent them to the inspection department for inspection. These samples contained a large amount of sand dust, blood stains and DNA samples from multiple people, as well as milk residues and some Human ashes.”

"The dust has been tested and determined to come from the Middle East. The main race of the DNA sample is Arab. It is presumed that the target person has appeared in the Middle East in the past month, but we can't find his travel record. There is no Any exit and entry records of ships, planes, etc., just like he disappeared out of thin air in the United States and then appeared out of thin air in the Middle East." Coulson reported the whereabouts of this character who caused a headache to the field department to Nick. Of course, this has been written before It’s in the report.

"Director, have you thought of anything?"

"He stayed in the Middle East for a month, and Tony Stark was also imprisoned in the Middle East for a month?" Nick connected the two things.

"Is it possible? Director?" Coulson asked, could two completely unrelated characters be connected because of such a thing?

"Maybe we haven't seen some inevitable connection between the two things." Nick's intuition has always been very accurate, and he trusts his intuition.

"So our Mr. Ivan has long-distance space transfer capabilities?" Nick boldly made a hypothesis based on Coulson's description.

"It's very possible, Director."

"So what is the furthest distance that his ability, or magic, can move?" Nick asked about his hypothesis. Coulson did not speak. He knew that the director was not asking him, and he could not answer.

"How many people can he carry each time he moves? Is there a limit to this method of space transfer? What does this method consume?" Nick asked questions one after another, the results of which are currently unknown. There are still some things that have not been said, such as how to counterattack, how to imitate, etc.

"Perhaps we can ask him? If he is willing to tell us." Coulson said half-jokingly.

"Colson, you have a good relationship with him." Nick said suddenly.

How did you figure out that I have a good relationship with him? Coulson was caught off guard by Nick's sudden words.

"I want to visit Mr. Magician personally, Colson, you come with me." Nick made a sudden decision as usual, and Colson couldn't understand what Nick was thinking at all.

"Let's set the time for this afternoon. We'll drive there in your car."

"Okay, Director. Can you let me drive Laura?" Coulson felt sorry for his car, Laura.

"Clang clang clang!"

There was a knock on the door of Ivan's copycat Batcave, and it sounded like iron was being struck.

Ivan put on a black robe as pajamas, walked to the door, and greeted Colson through the iron gate.

"Colson, are all your agents as punctual as you are? Part-timers are spot on."

"Keeping time is a gentleman's etiquette." Coulson smiled kindly, which was his magic weapon. "Can you come in?"

Ivan did not comment, pulled the iron bolt on the door, and opened the door, but Colson did not rush in. Instead, he turned sideways and let the black man aside.

Ivan had not noticed that there was another person standing there before. After all, the racial talents were displayed there, which would be excusable to ordinary people, but for Ivan, who had a keen sense, he realized that he had relaxed.

This is a very fatal problem. The Marvel world is very dangerous. Although Ivan cannot always be vigilant, he must maintain a minimum level of vigilance, otherwise he will overturn sooner or later.

Ivan, who suddenly realized his problem, did not speak. Colson watched Ivan suddenly fall into silence, thinking that he was unhappy because he brought a stranger without notice. He looked back at the director and immediately showed his talent as a good old man.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ivan, something happened for some reason. I didn't notify him in advance and brought other people with me." Colson apologized.

"This is our chief, Nick, and he wants to meet you."

Ivan suddenly came back to his senses and looked curiously up and down at the famous director of S.H.I.E.L.D., the one-eyed dragon Nick.

"Hello, Mr. Sid, it's our first time meeting you." Nick introduced himself proactively, staring at the gray-haired young man in black robe in front of him with one eye, trying to figure out something.

"Hello, Director Nick, I have long admired your name." For Nick, this is a polite word, but for Ivan, he has really admired his name for a long time. In the Marvel movies he watched in his previous life, there was always such a black character. The egg is jumping behind the scenes, advancing the plot, and is so scheming that it is really impressive.

"Can I come in?" Nick pointed inside and asked easily.

Coulson had already retreated behind the director and followed the director's actions.

"Of course, please come in." Ivan was thinking about how to deal with this old Marvel fox, stretched out his hand to make a 'please' gesture, turned around and led the way.

"I hope you don't dislike the environment here. It's still being renovated and there's not enough manpower."

Nick said nothing and followed Ivan around the corner. With one eye, he saw a skeleton standing next to the sofa wearing Gothic-style armor.

Is this what Coulson was talking about, the undead servant?

The thought flashed through Nick's mind.

"Tada."

With the crisp sound of bones colliding, the skeleton turned its head and looked at Nick with its empty eyes.

"Please take a seat." Ivan sat on the single sofa, with a tall skeleton warrior guard in flashy Gothic armor behind him.

Nick sat next to Colson, still not intending to speak, and kept looking up and down on the Skeleton Warrior.

After a moment of silence, Ivan took the initiative to speak.

"Can I just have black tea?" Ivan smiled as he played an unknown joke to adjust his mood.