Please, Stop Overthinking It

At seven in the evening, inside a private bridal boutique in Manhattan District, Jack saw Jenny Pierce in a wedding dress. Even at thirty-five, she was still breathtakingly beautiful.

Even Jack, who had only come to go through the motions for the mission, had to admit that she was the first true beauty he had seen since coming to Marvel.

Especially the indescribable aura around Jenny, which left Jack dazed for a moment.

Seeing Jack captivated by her beauty, Jenny covered her mouth and laughed.

"Am I beautiful?"

"Beautiful..."

An hour later, Jack brought Jenny back to his home in Flushing. The moment they entered, they kissed.

When it was all over, Jack sat at the head of the bed, holding the completely naked Jenny as he asked, "This... don't you have any thoughts of your own about this...?"

"I'm not trying to back out, but it seems like you don't have any ideas of your own in this matter. Pierce has arranged everything, and I think..."

Jenny raised a finger to Jack's lips. Once he fell silent, she shook her head solemnly, then used the motion of brushing back her hair to gesture that the walls had ears.

Jack immediately understood what Jenny meant. They were being watched!

Since they were being watched, Jack brought Jenny into the living room. He turned on the television and played a concert by some heavy metal band before leaning close to Jenny's ear and whispering, "Have you always been watched, or have I?"

Jenny answered softly, "I... I've always been watched... They can't allow anyone to discover my abnormal condition..."

"Your abnormal condition?" Jack looked at Jenny in confusion.

"The Super-Soldier Serum... I was bred... Hurry up and continue... If there's no movement for too long, they'll become suspicious. That's all I can say right now..."

Jack glanced at the band's screeching lead singer on the television screen, then kissed Jenny. As the two got down to business, Jack kept thinking about what Jenny had just said.

Half an hour later, Jack looked at the sweat-drenched Jenny and formed a bold guess in his mind: Jenny Pierce might not actually be Pierce's daughter.

Because before this month, nobody had even known there was a person named Jenny Pierce!

That morning, when Jack had asked Hill for Captain America's address in her office, he had casually mentioned the wedding as well.

Jack had expected Hill to offer him a polite blessing, but he remembered that her expression had been strange. Although S.H.I.E.L.D. did not concern itself much with its agents' private lives,

Hill had clearly been unaware of him marrying the former director's daughter.

Of course, there was another reason... Pierce and Jenny did not look alike at all...

How could a classic all-American beauty like Jenny possibly be Pierce's offspring...

Those wrinkles on Pierce's face...

Ugh! Too painful to look at!

So whether they were truly father and daughter still needed to be verified.

As for the other matter, it was practically confirmed: Jenny should be a descendant of the Super-Soldier Program, and her mother was likely a survivor from the Super-Soldier Program.

So rather than calling this wedding a wedding, it would be more accurate to say that Pierce wanted Jack's descendants.

Being able to lift the hammer meant that, in Marvel, Jack was suspected of having some connection to the Odin Family—or perhaps he could gain the hammer's recognition. Either way, Pierce would profit.

"Since they probably couldn't find any clues from my blood sample, and since I was one of their own to begin with, the honeymoon after the wedding will probably be a perfectly reasonable period for me to disappear..."

"For example, I could be kidnapped while traveling at sea, or die in an accident. There'll always be a reasonable excuse."

"They've already paved the road ahead for me. All I need to do is walk down it myself."

Pierce wanted Jack and Jack's descendants.

Would Jack just sit around and wait to die?

Of course not!

Once this month ended and the Evil Points were settled, he would...

Under the host's introduction, Captain America successfully inspired Daredevil, allowing Daredevil to rise from the ashes. Evil Points -10,000,000

Jack: "Fucking... that slap in the face came way too fast..."

From 4.4 million straight down to negative 5.6 million—an experience even more thrilling than riding a three-hundred-meter roller coaster. Even Jack's famously strong heart nearly stopped working on the spot.

Covering his mouth with one hand to keep himself from crying right there, Jack rushed into the bathroom at lightning speed, turned on the shower, and let the cold water help calm him down.

Half an hour later, Jenny pushed open the bathroom door and saw Jack standing beneath the showerhead with his eyes closed.

"Jack, are you okay?"

"No... I'm not... okay!"

Pulled from his grief by Jenny's voice, Jack dried himself, got dressed, and ran downstairs. He had less than thirty-six hours left. He had to find a way to quickly earn five... 5.6 million Evil Points...

"Hell's Kitchen! Only Hell's Kitchen!!!"

When Jack rushed downstairs, he saw a military Humvee parked by the curb. Colonel Ross sat inside and waved at him. "Young man, can we talk for a moment?"

Seeing how calm Ross was, Jack's heart skipped a beat. Last time, this guy had looked ready to call in an aircraft carrier fleet and grind Jack's bones to dust, yet now he was waiting calmly beneath Jack's building in the middle of the night.

If he was not planning some kind of decapitation operation...

Then he probably had something backstabbing-related to discuss with Jack...

Jack wanted to run, while Ross wanted him to stay. So Jack ran ahead while Ross's vehicle slowly followed behind him.

Once they were side by side, Ross said to Jack, "Young man, don't be afraid. I came this time to thank you, because that slap you gave me last time woke me up."

"Ever since I joined the military, I've been busy with the Super-Soldier Program. I neglected my family and ignored the feelings of my loved ones..."

"But most importantly, I never managed to produce results. Many people objected to my project, believing it was a useless plan that wasted resources."

"So I became sensitive. I couldn't tolerate anyone disrespecting me, and I couldn't tolerate even the slightest provocation."

"That slap of yours made me understand something these past few days..."

Seeing Colonel Ross about to enter his 'truth, goodness, and beauty of the world' phase, Jack shouted in near-collapse, "Bro!! I slapped you because I genuinely thought you deserved it!!!"

"I didn't mean anything else!"

"I just wanted to slap you!"

"Can you stop overthinking it..."

Ross froze for a moment. He frowned and thought for a second, then looked at Jack with gratitude in his eyes. "Right! I really do deserve to be slapped! I never realized that everything I did was tyrannical behavior! That slap woke me up!"

"I feel like I've returned to when I first joined the military. I was filled with respect for my superiors, comrades, and friends, but now they've all grown distant from me..."

"It seems the Super-Soldier Program has tortured me badly. I became sensitive because the project made no progress, and I really did many things wrong..."

Jack: "Go to hell! You overthinking bastard!!!"