God's Domain, Asgard, Rainbow Bridge Site.

The Rainbow Bridge is still under repair and unusable since it was smashed with a hammer by Thor.

The gatekeeper of the teleporter, Haidamel, uses his clairvoyant abilities to take on the job of surveillance.

At this time, Haidamel was dressed in golden armor and came to Asgard with a great sword.

Facing Odin on the balcony and Thor next to him, Haydamel knelt down on one knee: "Almighty Father, he is back." ”

Thor's eyes widened, looking a little surprised.

Shortly after his return to Asgard, the self-proclaimed prophet of Warnerheim vanished.

Heimdall could see the Nine Realms, but he still couldn't find any trace of him, not even a corpse.

Based on this, Odin guessed that Chen Hao might have gone outside the Nine Realms and was curious about his confusing identity.

"Anything else?" Odin looked at Haydamel.

If it was just Chen Hao's return, there was no need for him to come to Asgard in person.

"His Highness Loki has also appeared in Midgard." Heimdall looked up: "He snatched the Cosmic Rubik's Cube." ”

Midgard, which means the atrium in the Nine Realms, refers to the earth.

Odin's one-eyed narrowed: "I know, go down." ”

Haydamel said goodbye and left Asgard: "Yes. ”

Thor was overjoyed to learn that Loki was still alive.

But when he saw Odin's unusually solemn expression, he restrained his emotions and asked tentatively, "Father? ”

"Come with me."

Without much explanation, Odin took Thor to a secret passage somewhere in Asgard.

As he walked, Odin explained to Thor, "There is a huge amount of energy in the Cosmic Rubik's Cube, and Loki is likely to want to start a war against Midgard, and you must stop him. ”

"But isn't the Rainbow Bridge destroyed?" The Rainbow Bridge is currently the only teleportation station in Asgard, and Thor doesn't know how to get to Earth.

Odin stopped, and the seriousness of his expression made Thor feel bad.

Using a spell to open a closed door, Odin leads Thor to a hole.

The cave was pitch black, the light seemed to be swallowed up, and nothing could be seen.

"I can send you to Midgard with 'dark magic', and you must stop his plot."

"Father......" Thor stared at Odin in surprise.

He grew up in Asgard, and naturally heard of dark magic, a being classified as a forbidden art.

Usually both the caster and the receiver pay a great price.

Odin said he wanted to use dark magic, but his body was ......

Seeing Thor's concerned and worried eyes, Odin was slightly relieved: "Child, I'm fine, the teleportation process may be a little painful." Remember, be sure to bring back Loki and the Rubik's Cube! ”

"Yes, father." Thor nodded solemnly, recalling the last prophecy Chen Hao had said to him in Old Bridge Town.

If you can't come to Earth in the future, be sure to find a way to come back to me.

Is that what you were talking about?

Odin wielded the Eternal Spear and chanted the incantation: "In the name of the Almighty Father, I will let the dark magic pour into my body!" ”

The golden light appeared, and the darkness in the cave entrance was still unilluminated, and it poured out of the cave at a terrifying speed, covering Odin's entire body.

"Go ahead, kid."

With the spell in Odin's mouth, the mouth of the cave began to appear like a curse mark like a rainbow bridge teleportation array.

Thor, who was standing at the edge of the cave, was pulled closer by a powerful suction force and disappeared in an instant.

……

"To the west, the American people answered the call to fight for freedom. It was Captain America who was born and died along with the soldiers on the front line. ”

"As a combination of traditional morality and the latest technology, Captain America's name scares the damn **."

"No Hitler's secret weapon can defeat our American fighters."

"Whenever the situation is difficult and there is little hope. It was this man who led us through difficulties again and again. ”

"He fought for the country we loved, fought for freedom, and never stopped ......"

Click.

The TV is turned off, and the picture disappears instantly, except for the switch of the bottom recorder that flashes blue.

Steve Rogers, Captain America, was an American World War II hero.

It has been frozen for 70 years due to the crash in the deep sea, and has only recently woken up.

Staring at his face reflected on the dark screen of the TV, there was a blank look in Rogers' eyes.

The dim light on the wooden table fills the room with a sense of old-fashioned decadence.

Holding the information sent by S.H.I.E.L.D. on the table, Rogers flipped through them one by one.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he stared carefully at the information in his hand.

Peggy Carter.

Rogers' first girlfriend and one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Remembering the prom he had agreed with Carter, Rogers' eyes darkened again.

His eyelids drooped slightly, and his vision dropped.

In the column below the photo, the word 'retirement' is written.

Looking down, is Carter's address.

57 Building J, Winchester, Pleasant Weather Community, United Kingdom

Rogers' fingers ran over the phone number below the address, and he looked up thoughtfully at the telephone in the corner of the room.

He looked at the photograph of Carter as a young man.

The image of the invitation to the prom came to mind.

He hesitated for a full ten seconds before Rogers put down Carter's information.

He didn't get up to make a phone call and say a few words to the love of his heart, but silently flipped through the next document.

Howard Stark.

This man, who spent countless manpower, material and financial resources in order to search for him, wrote the word deceased in red.

One life and one death, creation makes people.

Rogers flipped through the information at will, and he didn't have the heart to read it anymore.

His mood at this time was as bad as a mess.

Getting up and turning off the lights, Rose put on a brown leather coat and walked down the streets of New York.

Trendy cars, beautiful clothes, everyone on the street is walking briskly.

Rogers walked through the crowd, looking at the world around him, feeling completely out of place with all of this.

He couldn't find anyone to talk to, or rather, he couldn't find a friend to talk to.

A mood called loneliness hangs over Rogers.

The backdrop of New York is bustling and beautiful, but Rogers feels that it cannot match the impression in his memory.

This city is complex and indifferent.

The wide roads, the criss-crossing traffic network, and the people who came and went and didn't know where to go, made him lose his way.

New York is bustling, with all kinds of glitz and glitz and light and shadow that pervade it.

Rogers looked up at the towering skyscrapers and the blue sky that had been torn to pieces.

The sunlight reflected off the glass, making him rub his eyes and feel a little swollen and painful.

In my heart, there is also a trace of swelling pain.

Dazed swelling pain.

I don't know where I came, but Rogers sat down in an open-air café.

In the past, people used to like to sit in the open like this, drinking coffee and chatting about things from all over the world.

Now, everybody is holding their phone, or facing their laptop.

To each other, like passers-by.

A young waitress saw that Rogers was very handsome, and took the initiative to come up and add some coffee: "Are you waiting for that big guy?" ”

"I'm sorry, what did you say, ma'am?" Rogers didn't quite understand.

The waitress looked at the Stark building not far away: "It's Iron Man." A lot of people come here every day just to see him fly over and shout. Behold, he's back. ”

"That's right." Rogers thought that the waitress was driving him away, and reached out for the money: "Let's talk about it when we have a chance." ”

Seeing that Rogers was leaving, the waitress thought he had misunderstood something, and quickly explained: "You can sit as long as you want, there is no one in line, sir." ”

"Waiter!"

Seeing that someone was calling herself, the waitress answered, glanced at Rogers, and tried to ask him to stay: "We have free Wi-Fi here." ”

Wi-Fi?

Hearing this unfamiliar word, Rogers' face stiffened a little: "Is it a wireless broadcast?" ”

Facing the waitress's strange look when he turned around, he felt as if something had pierced his heart.

Leaving the open-air café, Rogers made his way to the subway station.

After observing the skillful operation of passers-by for a long time, he paid for a ticket to Lower Boumenhattan, New York.

The subway was moving fast, and the scene outside the window quickly receded.

Rogers had a suppressed emotion in his heart that he couldn't express, so he held it like that, and it became more and more dull.

After getting off the subway, he took a taxi to a boxing gym.

It's where he came more than seventy years ago, and it's a lot changed now.

The boxy boxing ring is still there, and the punching bag is still there, which finally gives Rogers a touch of intimacy.

After paying, Rogers took off his leather jacket and hung up a sandbag.

In the corner of the gym, there stood an old man with a gray beard, staring at Steve Rogers in a daze.

A young man in his twenties walked out of the ring panting, helping the old man to leave: "Grandpa, didn't you let you stay at home?" ”

"He ......" the old man was dragged away by his grandson, looking back in the direction of Rogers, his voice was a little choked: "He's back......"