Marvel: Awakening the Universe

This is not.

When Hawke and Gwen came out of the Motor Vehicle Administration behind them, Gwen couldn't wait to give up the driving seat to Hawke, who had just received his driver's license and hadn't even warmed up yet.

She drove before Hawke got his driver's license.

Hawke now has a driver's license, but he still lets her drive. Doesn't that mean Hawke's driver's license test was in vain?

Gwen spoke righteously.

Hawke was speechless.

When Hawke opened the door and got back into the car, Gwen was already sitting in the passenger seat with her seat belt fastened. She turned sideways and smiled at Hawke who came in.

"Drive, Mr. Driver."

"..."

Hawke's mouth twitched as he looked at Gwen, who was obviously happier than himself about getting her driver's license. However, he didn't say anything. Instead, he fastened his seat belt and drove the car away from the roadside.

"Where?"

"Didn't you say we were going to St. Mark's?"

"Ah."

"Go ahead then."

"Row."

Hawke said nothing more and drove on his way.

"hiss."

"It seems like today is the last day of vacation."

Sitting in the passenger seat, Gwen was about to take out her cell phone to take a picture of Hawke's driver's license when she looked at today's date and couldn't help but blink.

Winter vacation is always shorter than summer vacation. It feels like I didn’t do anything during this winter vacation, but the vacation is over in the blink of an eye.

It has been almost half a month since I picked up Hawke at the airport outside New York that evening.

It was December 27th when Hawke returned.

It's already the seventh of January.

But it was not January 7, 2012, but January 7, 2013.

Seven days ago, Hawke and Gwen both turned eighteen, officially reaching the legal marriage age in New York City.

Unfortunately, the two of them didn't dare to go.

Gwen might dare.

Hawke didn't dare.

He was afraid that as soon as he and Gwen came out of the city hall, George the Sharpshooter Stacy would appear and shoot him eight times in the back.

Of course.

Hawke will definitely not die, but George is uncertain.

and so……

In order to avoid such a tragedy, Hawke did not elope with Gwen and get married on the day he officially turned 18 seven days ago.

After half an hour.

St. Mark's Basilica.

Located near Second Avenue in Manhattan, St. Mark's Basilica, built in 1799, is a church with a strong sense of history and a famous landmark in New York City.

But Hawke didn't come here to visit the church, but to help his sister move.

We can no longer live at Calvin Cemetery.

It has been almost half a month since the military caused a big disturbance in Calvin Cemetery, and until now, Calvin Cemetery is still in a mess.

Blast-up tombstones were scattered everywhere.

There was an endless stream of people marching.

Too noisy.

not to mention……

When Hawke came back that day, he had already decided to move his sister Anna to a new home.

After all, he is rich.

Besides, Gwen lives in Manhattan, and New York University is also in Manhattan, so he will have to move to Manhattan sooner or later.

There was no reason for him to move to Manhattan alone and leave his sister in Queens.

So these days, Hawke has been at home searching the internet for cemeteries in Manhattan.

This is not.

He found the St. Mark's Church Cemetery.

Although the St. Mark's Church Cemetery is small, it is relatively quiet and shaded by trees.

The first mayor of New York City is buried here.

So this place is nice.

Unfortunately, like Trinity Church Cemetery, St. Mark's Church Cemetery is basically no longer accepting new burials due to limited space and to prevent people from sleeping shoulder to shoulder.

But this is New York City.

In New York City, where money leads the way and rules take over.

"Ding!"

"Thank you for your generous donation, Mr. Hawke, and God bless you."

"I hope he can bless my sister."

"Will do."

The priest, with a smile on his face, stood in an open space in the cemetery, holding a POS machine in one hand and shaking hands enthusiastically with Hawke with the other.

After Hawke agreed with the priest on the time to go to Calvin Cemetery tomorrow, he took Gwen away from the church.

The priest smiled enthusiastically and watched Hawke and Gwen get into the car and leave.

Gwen looked through the rearview mirror at the priest who was still standing at the church door, smiling and waving, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch.

“This priest is so enthusiastic.”

"He must be enthusiastic, and he must be enthusiastic."

Hawke, who had chosen a new home for his sister, was in high spirits. He laughed and said, "Believe it or not, if I donate five million dollars, this priest will dare to dig up the tomb of New York's first mayor and give it to my sister."

faith?

It’s gone a long time ago.

Ever since the Vatican set an example by liking little boys, there is no faith left.

God has long since run away with his heavenly dimension.

Gwen couldn't help but laugh when she heard Hawke's words, then she remembered that she was still a believer, and she waved her little fist and hit Hawke in annoyance.

"Don't talk nonsense, God will hear you."

"Didn't you say last time that you would go to hell with me?"

Hawke glanced sideways at Gwen and said with a smile, "Why, do you regret it?"

Gwen rolled her eyes when she heard that, turned sideways, looked at Hawke, and said with a serious expression: "I will accompany you to hell, but I will also take you from hell to heaven together."

Hawke glanced at Gwen and said nothing, just shrugged.

He thought about it and didn't intend to tell the cruel truth that there might be a heaven dimension in this world, but there definitely wasn't one on Earth, and that after death one could only go to hell.

Seeing that Hawke didn't say anything and didn't care, Gwen smiled and returned her gaze to the front of the car.

then……

Gwen blinked and was slightly startled as she watched Hawke drive the car into the community street near the church.

"What are you doing here?"

“Buy a house.”

Hawke looked at a middle-aged woman in a sales skirt standing in front of a house for sale. As he pulled the car over, he looked at Gwen who seemed a little surprised in the passenger seat.

Since his sister has moved, he must move too.

Moreover, now is a good time to buy a house.

Because of the Battle of New York last year, housing prices in New York City, especially Manhattan, entered a downward trend. By the end of the year, housing prices in Manhattan had fallen by almost 30%.

After the beginning of this year, although housing prices are still falling, the rate of decline has slowed down significantly. It is estimated that within three months, housing prices will rise again.

The house Hawke is looking at now is a typical American house.

There is a large lawn on both sides of the door, and large non-slip stone slabs are laid from the door of the house to the side of the road.

On the right side of the house there is a garage that can accommodate two cars.

The garage is connected to the lobby on the first floor of the house.

There is also a utility room next to the garage for storing lawn mowing tools.

Ok.

The exterior is somewhat similar to the white house in Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

But the house that Hawke liked had an orange exterior.

The space inside the house cannot be said to be very large, it can only be said to be very large.

Huge open living space.

Fully functional kitchen with a large island.

A very spacious master bedroom with a walk-in closet.

Luxurious master bathroom.

Hawke followed the agent around the three-story house, and then returned to the spacious living room on the first floor with a huge fireplace.

Gwen stared at the fireplace in front of her, and a scene emerged in her mind: it was snowing heavily, a bonfire was burning in the fireplace, and the two of them were sleeping in each other's arms on a blanket on the ground.

Hawke glanced at Gwen's expression and looked at the agent.

"How much."

"As agreed on the phone, a one-time payment of $12 million."

"it is good."

Hawke listened to the price, nodded, then took out his Stark Bank card and handed it over, looking at the agent.

“Swipe your card!”

"..."

Chapter 88 The hatred for killing my father is irreconcilable

The Palms community is located in the East Village.

Manhattan's East Village.

This is the core area of ​​Manhattan, where land is scarce and expensive.

If it were before the Battle of New York, this luxury house with an actual usable area of ​​6,000 square feet, fully customized floor-to-ceiling windows, high-end building materials, a Stark smart home system, and a single-family villa would be priced at around 20 million US dollars.

and so……

Twelve million.

Not expensive!

As Hawke shouted "Swipe the card", the female agent in front of him felt as if her soul was about to leave her body.