Marvel Person: You call this a sorcerer?

Chapter 15 The Cat in the Box and the Person Outside the Box

Humans are, in fact, double standards.

There are some things I can do, but you can't.

Ronan wasn't some saint; he was just an ordinary high school student.

He's just a little bit handsome.

You seem to be in a good mood.

"Did you get the answer you wanted?"

Just as Ronan returned to the Avengers base, Black Widow's voice rang out from behind him.

She seems to have been waiting here all along.

"not bad."

"It's much better than when I came before."

Ronan smiled and turned around in a semi-circle before walking to a sofa and sitting down.

These Avengers' friends really have to thank that hooded man.

Otherwise, I really wouldn't know where to vent all this anger.

"This is your coffee."

"The captain left it here because you hadn't returned yet."

Black Widow placed a cup of coffee on the table and then sat down opposite Ronan.

hiss.

Really shaky.

Ronan raised an eyebrow, his gaze subtly avoiding the two flashbangs.

It seems like something's wrong with Black Widow?

No, to be precise, this matter concerns her personally.

Thank you.

"If I don't have anything to do, I'll go for a walk around."

"This is the future, after all. Taking a look at it might help with my homework."

As he spoke, Ronan picked up the coffee on the table and toasted Black Widow.

That was a way of expressing my gratitude.

He had no intention of having anything to do with the woman in front of him.

To be precise, he has no intention of having any connection with anyone in this world.

Although Black Widow did not die, the overall plot has not changed.

If the story unfolds as it should, both of the original Avengers leaders will perish in this battle.

One died, the other grew old.

Although Ronan was capable of doing certain things, he was unwilling to do so.

Just as he didn't want to come here.

What happened here had little to do with him.

It's not that he can't do it, it's that he doesn't want to.

For him, a passerby, whether someone is a friend or a stranger makes no difference.

"etc."

However, Black Widow called out to Ronan.

Ronan stopped halfway up and looked at Black Widow with some confusion.

I don't know what she means.

"There are some things I want to ask you."

Black Widow looked at Ronan with a hint of pleading in her voice.

Ronan opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to refuse.

But in the end, he put his butt, which had already left the sofa, back down onto it.

"Okay, as long as I can answer you."

Although Ronan probably already knew what the problem was.

But he still sat down.

"You said before that I should die on Vormir."

"Are you like Strange, able to see the future?"

"Is my future to die on Vormir?"

Black Widow asked the question that concerned her most.

It really is this.

Upon hearing this question, Ronan couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

He knew that the words he had blurted out earlier would definitely be remembered by Black Widow.

"That's right."

"If the predetermined future holds true, your fate is to die on Vormir."

Ronan nodded; he had no intention of hiding it from Black Widow.

The world's perception of Black Widow's future has completely changed.

There's no need to hide it.

"And now?"

"Why didn't I die on Vormir?"

Her focus wasn't on whether she was dead or not, but on why she wasn't dead.

This surprised Ronan somewhat.

"I cannot answer that for you."

"Because I don't know why either."

Ronan shrugged. That was the truth.

He didn't know what the hooded man's purpose was.

The vague mention of the "Time Management Bureau" is related to certain moments in the future.

Even Ronan himself hadn't figured this out, let alone told Black Widow.

"So, what impact will this have on the future?"

"Or rather, what impact will it have on what we're currently doing?"

Black Widow took a deep breath.

Ronan seemed to see a complex mix of emotions on her face.

There was joy, unease, surprise, and trepidation.

It seemed that at that moment, several movies were already playing in her mind.

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you about the future either."

"As for the impact..."

"Natasha, may I call you that?"

Seeing Black Widow nod slightly, Ronan continued, "You've probably heard of Schrödinger's cat theory, right?"

Ronan presented a theory that was more accessible and understandable to the scientific community.

Although Black Widow doesn't have a high level of education, she has lived for so many years that she is quite familiar with common theories like these.

"In 1957, a man named Hugh Everett proposed a very interesting theory."

"When humanity opened the box, the world split into its two versions."

"In one of the worlds, atoms decayed, and the cat died."

"In another world, atoms don't decay, and cats are still alive."

"These two worlds will evolve completely independently of each other, like two parallel lines."

"This is the famous many-worlds interpretation."

"In our professional circles, this is called a parallel universe."

Ronan took another sip of coffee, this time because his mouth was a little dry from talking so much.

However, seeing the look of understanding mixed with confusion in her eyes, Ronan couldn't help but sigh.

For Black Widow, these words were not difficult to understand literally, but they were also beyond her comprehension.

"I don't understand."

Black Widow shook her head.

She still couldn't reconcile her own experience with this explanation.

Why did Ronan say she would die, but she didn't?

"Why"

Ronan sighed.

Although she knew that this passage was not easy to understand.

However, this is the best explanation that this poor high school student could give.

"Natasha, what he means is very simple: you are the cat in the box."

"Everything that happened on Vormir represents the condition of whether or not atoms decay."

"And he"

"Is it the person outside the box?"

Tony Stark's voice came from behind them.

Before they knew it, Tony Stark was already standing at the doorway, quietly watching them.

Ronan smiled slightly, but shook his head.

"No, I don't have that kind of ability."

"I just..."

As he spoke, Ronan stopped talking, and the smile on his lips gradually faded.

For some reason, the image of the Ancient One appeared before his eyes.

That meaningful smile before he left.

"Just what?"

Black Widow pressed for an answer out of curiosity.

"It's nothing."

What I'm trying to say is...

"I, too, am a cat in a box."

(End of this chapter)