"Susan, you... Is there a superhero grandpa from World War II? ”

Susan didn't understand Rhett's humor, and she looked at the two photos on the computer in confusion, not knowing what Rhett meant. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the two photos, one is a color photo of Johnny the Burning Man wearing a Fantastic Four uniform, and the other is a color photo of Captain America Rogers wearing a star-striped skinny uniform.

"Hey, Red, this can't be our new uniform, is it?" Johnny was the quickest to respond: "Oh my God, this is so ugly, I'd rather wear the one that's all trademarks." ”

"Yes, that's how you can make money." Ben mocked Johnny mercilessly, and then changed his head: "Well, Red, I have to say, this outfit really doesn't look as good as the fire boy's advertising label." ”

Red heard everyone's comments, and this was the reaction, Susan and they hadn't read the information yet, and they didn't know that these were actually two people.

"Listen to me, man, I'm not talking about new uniforms." Rhett explained: "In my hands, not to mention on the right-hand side, it's Johnny, and on the left-hand side, it's not Johnny, it's the superhero of World War II, Captain America Rogers." ”

“...”

“...”

“...”

The three of them didn't react at all, as if they heard a passer-by, and they didn't have any impression at all.

It was a superhero from World War II, and there are really not many people who still remember him.

Except for collectors like Coulson, who love antiques.

Oh, by the way, and people like Red, who is Johnny's friend, stumbled across Rogers' profile and photos.

No, Red could only take out his phone and search for Rogers' information.

This is the information age.

Soon, Susan and the three of them understood what was going on, and then—

Susan said she was confused!

Johnny said that the two faces were confused!!

......

USA, Washington, S.H.I.E.L.D., boxing ring.

Fury, who was on the phone with Red just now, personally went out to find someone here.

A myth of the World War II era.

A superhuman who has been buried under the polar ice for seventy years and is still alive.

"Bump! Gush! Peng! ”

The sound of boxing came from the hands of a burly and stylish white man, who was not wearing boxing gloves, and the sandbags that he still hit could not help flying out.

This is no longer a power that ordinary people can reach.

Fury was on the side, looking carefully.

The white man's boxing strength varied from strength to strength, indicating that his heart was not on this sandbag exercise, and he didn't know what else was on his mind.

Perhaps thinking of something unpleasant, the frequency of white men's boxing increased considerably, and gradually, it was beyond the scope of the punching bag, and the consequences were-

"Peng!"

"Rustle~"

The large sturdy sandbag of the military was directly blasted by the white man, and when it flew out, the thick sand in it was scattered all over the ground.

"What, I didn't sleep well last night?" Fury didn't speak until this point.

As a superior, caring about the psychological state of subordinates is also a friendly management style.

The white man quickly turned around vigilantly when he heard this, and when he saw that it was Fury, he breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a sandbag and hung it up again, and his mouth was not idle.

"Sir, I've been sleeping for seventy years, I think I've slept enough."

"Then you should go out for a walk, the world has changed a lot."

Rogers glanced Fury up and down, making sure he wasn't mocking his antiques, but just rolling down the bandages he was wrapping around his hands.

He was ready to take a break.

"When I passed out, the world was still at war, and when I woke up, I heard that we had won... I don't know, what is the price of winning? ”

Rogers meant something.

As an American GI who lived before Fury, Rogers knew that the price must have been significant.

Fury's answer is even more intriguing.

"We've made a lot of mistakes over the years, even... Including now. ”

As he spoke, Fury's hand behind his back reached out, and it was a file bag.

Rogers was busy arranging the bandages on his hands, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fury's movements, glanced at it, and reacted immediately.

"Sir, do you have a task for me?"

“Yes。”

"Let me fit into the new world?" Rogers guessed.

"No, it's... Let you save it! Fury reached out and opened the folder and handed it over.

Rogers glanced at it inadvertently, and was stunned for the moment, unable to care about half of the bandages on his hands, and took the folder in Fury's hand, his eyes fixed on the picture.

For him, it wasn't long ago that he had seen it.

"Hydra's secret weapon?" Rogers conjectures.

"No, it's not." Fury said, "This is what Howard Stark found from the sea when he searched for you. ”

"He and I have the same idea, this Rubik's Cube will be the key to discovering eternal energy."

"And this is what the world needs most."

Rogers frowned and flipped through the simple information, handing it back to Fury with one hand: "Who snatched it?" ”

"It's Loki." Fury Results Folder: "He... Not earthlings. ”

"If you're willing to join us, we'll have to make up for you."

"The world is changing so fast that it has... It's more than you think. ”

Rogers shrugged his shoulders indifferently, got up and picked up a bag of sandbags, and put it on his shoulder.

"I'm already out of the ordinary."

"We bet ten dollars, you're wrong." Fury's face was expressionless: "In your home, a detailed information about the mission was prepared for you." ”

Rogers didn't respond, and walked back on the couch on his own.

"Do you have any good suggestions for retrieving the Cosmic Rubik's Cube?"

Fury doesn't miss any chance to recover the Cosmic Rubik's Cube.

However, Rogers' answer was-

"You should leave it in the sea."

......

Atlantic, on the high seas, on a huge aircraft carrier.

A Quint fighter jet lands on deck, and Natasha and Banner come down from it, just in time to meet Coulson, who is picking up his idol Rogers.

Coulson was still old-fashioned and said hello one by one.

Natasha nodded helplessly, which was the new task to convey Coulson.

Coulson was pragmatic and walked straight to the bridge.

"See you later." Rogers said goodbye to Coulson happily.

It seems that the two of them should get along well before.

Natasha had a chance to look up and down at the figure in front of her.

"Well... Did Coulson faint when he saw you? Natasha smiled heartily: "Did he ask you to sign his collection?" ”

"Treasures?" Rogers repeated, suspecting he had misheard.

"That's the treasure he was once proud of."