Journey Through the Marvel Universe Starting from the Zombie Universe

"Who are you?"

The foot on his back was raised, and young Frank Custer took this opportunity to gasp and slowly come to his senses, no longer impulsively rushing towards the man who claimed to be "Fry" as before. Many uncles" people.

Instead, he reached out and wiped the swollen tip of his nose. The blood stains blurred his fingers, but he still asked firmly.

The somewhat familiar moves in the fight, as well as the words shouted in unison, all gave him a conjecture in his mind, but the conjecture was too shocking, even when he was drinking the most wine in the bar. I have never thought of it this way.

Movies like "Back to the Future" and "The Time Machine" should just be movies. Although he usually has a bad face like someone owes him eight million, he still watches various movies.

"Get up and let's talk."

Old Frank was silent for a moment, and then stretched out a hand to the younger version of himself on the ground. This time, the latter did not resist and was pulled up. Then he patted the dust on his body and looked at 'Uncle Fredo'.

"So are you really from the future?" He kicked away a screwdriver beside his feet and turned around to ask after watching the latter disappear into the darkness.

Hearing this, young Frank was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly uneasily and said: "Continue."

After young Frank listened to old Frank's explanation, his brows wrinkled slightly, and then he was silent for a while. This cold and calm man was obviously thinking about his next move. Finally, he broke the silence.

Seeing the confused look of the younger version of himself, he waved his hands helplessly. He shouldn't have said these trivial things: "You are the past me. Although you are a jerk now, I know who you are in your heart." , I believe you will understand and help me prevent this tragedy from happening."

If this is not a joke or a prank, then

"Someday not far from today, someone took away our most precious thing." As if he knew what his younger self was thinking, Old Frank's voice became low and heavy, and the leaves outside the window rustled again, He closed his eyes and began to recall that terrible day and talk about it slowly.

"I know you're still not sure how to understand all of this. To be honest, I would find it incredible." Old Frank took a sip of beer and said suddenly.

Young Frank's eyes suddenly opened, his pupils shrank, and his eyes were locked on the old Frank's face: "You just said cooperation? Tell me, what can I do to protect Maria and the others?"

The two Franks just sat in the room silently, each holding a bottle of ice-cold beer, with water droplets on the cold glass bottle. Their thoughts were flooding in, and their hearts were filled with all kinds of complex emotions and questions.

"I don't know where to begin, but you have to hear me out."

While listening to all this, young Frank silently took out his wallet from his pocket and gently pulled out a folded photo. He hesitated, then unfolded it to reveal the picture.

Young Frank nodded. Although he was full of doubts, he was still willing to listen to these words for the sake of the photo.

The photo was of a family, young Frank, his wife Maria, and a sleeping baby in their arms. The three of them huddled together, smiling brightly and overflowing with happiness. The background of the photo is a sunny sky, and they appear to be having a great vacation.

Young Frank put the bottle tip against his lips and drank the cold beer in sips with his eyes closed. Every sip of wine was accompanied by a hint of bitterness, as if to remind him that what this stranger said could change everything. He was thinking about his wife and children, about the possibilities for the future, and at the same time wondering whether he should trust the old Frank.

If God gave him another chance, he would never take Maria and the others to have a picnic in that damn park.

The photo was exactly the same as the one in Frank Sr.'s hand. The only difference was that the photo in his hand looked fresher and the colors were brighter.

At this moment, young Frank felt as if he was in a science fiction novel, and he began to wonder whether this was a hallucination or a crazy dream. However, Old Frank's existence was so real and unequivocal that he could not easily ignore it.

"It's very simple."

Old Frank nodded slowly and then shook his head slowly. There was a slight difference between the two: "To be more precise, I am not from your future, but from the future of another universe."

"I am you, or rather, I am you in the future."

"My past can't be changed, and your family needs you. It needs Frank Custer. But you need them even more."

Time passed by minute by minute.

"But I didn't lie to you. I have experienced everything you are going through now. After I came back from the battlefield, I shut out everyone around me until it was too late after that day and I lost everything. People I cared about.”

The Punisher's voice was deep and firm, this would be one of the most important moments in his life, both for himself and for his younger self.

In the refrigerator, he found two bottles of cold beer and took them out. Without any extra words, young Frank handed Old Frank a bottle of beer and then opened his own bottle.

Two men with similar faces but different ages stood looking at each other in the garage. The moment of tranquility was only broken by the sound of leaves blowing in the breeze. The former took a deep breath and stared at his younger self, his eyes filled with emotion. heavy.

He could hardly believe his ears. But the look and tone of the 'Uncle Fredo' in front of him and the almost identical photo made him understand that this was definitely not a joke or a prank.

"I'm going to get you a bottle of beer. This time it's true." His voice was still cold, but there was a hint of unusual emotion in it. Young Frank stood up, walked to the refrigerator next to him, and opened the refrigerator door. There was a cold atmosphere inside.

The picnic in the park, the gunshots, the screams, the warm blood splashing on his hands, and the bullet that plunged him into darkness at the end of it all.

Old Frank wiped the corners of his mouth and stood up. He smashed the empty wine bottle on the table with a "thud" and pointed a finger at the garage door leading into the house:

"Now go in and have dinner with Francis, Sarah and Maria, and be a proper father and husband."

"Leave the rest to me."