Druid in the Marvel Universe Chapter 47: Send Stark a Text

It might have been because of Alvin's gaze that the girl seemed a bit panicked. She clutched her shirt collar with her right hand and ran off in a hurry.

Alvin didn't chase after her. Having lived two lifetimes, he felt there was no need to act like a young hothead and pounce on every girl he saw.

Moreover, judging by her appearance, she was likely a staff member or teacher at the school. Alvin felt even less urgency. "You're already part of the school; why should I, the principal, be in a rush?"

Alvin, who had been a bit upset about missing out on his lunchtime business, felt his mood improve again.

It was now Frank's time, so as the principal, he decided not to be in the way. He greeted Mrs. Wilson and, under her reluctant gaze, took little Ginny home.

Today was a perfect day for Alvin, except for those three unlucky gang leaders. But they had already paid the price, hadn't they?

...

In the following days, Alvin would visit the school daily, but he never ran into that girl again. Maybe she saw him and avoided him.

Alvin didn't look up her information, even though it would have been easy. He felt it wasn't necessary. As long as she was at the school, they would eventually meet. He wasn't in a desperate rush to find a girlfriend.

Things were good as they were. Alvin enjoyed this feeling—not the so-called feeling of being in love, but a special kind of anticipation. Life is tough, so you have to create some surprises for yourself, right?

This situation continued until Pepper called him to say that Stark had been kidnapped.

...

In Afghanistan, at a U.S. military base, a Black major named Rhodes received Alvin.

In Rhodes' office, Alvin made his request.

"Give me a car, fill it up with gas, and prepare some extra fuel and food. I'll head out immediately," Alvin said bluntly. He had clearly warned Stark, but the guy still got into trouble.

As the honorary principal of a community school, how could he be so irresponsible? These U.S. soldiers were useless too; so many of them, and they still let Stark get kidnapped.

Rhodes didn't know Alvin, but as a responsible officer and Stark's friend, he applied to check Alvin's records, only to find they were sealed and beyond his clearance.

This strange phenomenon actually gave Rhodes some confidence. After all, Pepper had vouched for him.

"No problem. The supplies you need will be ready today. You can rest for a day and set off tomorrow morning. I have detailed satellite images here that might help you," Major Rhodes said, looking at Alvin. "Do you need any weapons? You know, this isn't a safe place."

Alvin smiled and said, "No need, I brought my own weapons. Just provide what I asked for. I'll head out tonight to clean up after you soldiers."

Rhodes waved angrily and told a young soldier in the office, "Take this gentleman to get a car and prepare the supplies he requested." Then he shooed Alvin out.

Alvin didn't care; he didn't want to be friends with Major Rhodes. Rhodes was a true soldier, worthy of respect, but not a suitable friend. When friendship and country conflicted, he would unhesitatingly shoot his friend.

As people often say, "sacrifice personal feelings for the greater good." In Alvin's view, while he didn't agree with Rhodes' actions or respect his character, he wouldn't criticize him because Rhodes was doing what was legally right.

This wasn't about justice, just different stances. That's why Alvin didn't want to deal with S.H.I.E.L.D.

They would use countless grand reasons and moral coercion to make you serve them.

In fact, in his previous life, Alvin admired Steve Rogers the most in the Marvel universe. He was a truly noble person, with pure convictions, placing freedom and equality above all else. He was also a reliable friend.

That's why the Avengers split up. Ironically, Stark, who should have been the most independent, led the charge to sign that ridiculous agreement.

There was no right or wrong. Insisting on right and wrong is childish. The adult world isn't just about interests; it's about stances. People are always influenced by their surroundings, making choices that benefit the majority. There's nothing wrong with that.

But having lived two lifetimes, Alvin didn't want to be manipulated by his environment. So he carved out a comfort zone for himself, living according to his own will.

After saying goodbye to Major Rhodes, Alvin looked at a brand-new Hummer and set off to find Stark.

The vast deserts and mountains of Afghanistan were too large for one person to search alone.

Fortunately, Alvin had his own methods. He released twelve crows, which would report back if they saw anything suspicious. Alvin just needed to move to a new location periodically, and he should be able to find the area where Stark was being held quickly.

Indeed, it didn't take long. A camp in a valley was found. It was well-camouflaged, but while it could fool satellites, it couldn't fool the crows.

Alvin parked the car far away and changed into desert camouflage.

He slowly approached the camp's perimeter and began to observe carefully.

There were many people in the camp, over 150 personnel, well-equipped. Alvin couldn't remember exactly who they were or who commanded them. It had been nearly 12 years since the movie came out and Alvin's transmigration, and many details were fuzzy. Besides, things might not be exactly as they were in the movie; this was the real world.

Alvin only knew that a bald guy from Stark Industries was the final villain. It was better not to rely on vague memories to decide what to do.

After some distant observation, Alvin was a bit troubled. Taking out everyone in the camp was easy; just release the venomous vines, and there wouldn't be any survivors. But how to ensure Stark wouldn't be killed before everyone else was dead? That was the problem.

Stark was important. He had promised an annual donation of $20 million to the school, which hadn't been fulfilled yet! He couldn't die!

After some thought, Alvin took out a paper notebook from his pocket, tore out a page, and wrote a message. He summoned a crow, planning to send it in at night to see if it could deliver a message to Stark.

At that moment, Stark was busy with a car battery, a magnet in his chest, working by a furnace.

A middle-aged man in tattered clothes was assisting him.