Too much unreasonable!

Duke spat out fiercely, and pressed his palm against the ice, the ice quickly melted under his ability, and the steaming cold air was absorbed by him along the palm of his hand, which was the ability of the Frozen Bird.

In the Pokemon world, the 'God of Ice' Frozen Bird may only be a second-rate god, but there is no one to defend his authority over ice, which is instinct, talent, and innate ability. Theologically speaking, this is the power given by Arceus, the creator god!

Sometimes the ability is very unreasonable, just like now Duke thawing the captain, putting it in S.H.I.E.L.D. This is a big project, which requires countless experts to dispatch and design a perfect plan without harming the captain's body, which can only be done under a large push of precision instruments. But it wasn't so much trouble to put it on Duke, and after touching the captain's chest muscles, all the difficulties were solved.

The cold qi was instantly expelled from the captain's body, and the heart, which had not beaten for seventy years, began to move, and the brain, internal organs, nerves, and blood vessels ...... Tissues and organs start clocking in to work!

Duke could see the vitality of the captain from another perspective, and secretly sighed that it was a super serum, and his recovery ability was amazing.

Thinking of the super serum, Duke suddenly felt that this thing needed to be studied, if he could crack the mystery, Duke in the rest of the world could also profit, at least improve his physical fitness.

As soon as he thought of it, Duke turned around and took five syringes and drew five tubes of blood in a row before he was satisfied and put them in the refrigerator. He had confirmed that the space gem had been recovered by S.H.I.E.L.D. and hidden in a certain corner, and the blood of these five super-soldiers was better than nothing, so it should be used as a running fee.

"Hmmm......"

A weak moan came from his throat, his tightly closed eyelids trembled and were about to break away, and the captain pursed his lips and drooped blankly: "Water... Water ......"

Duke poured a glass of water and put it to the captain's mouth, and although the captain had not yet regained consciousness, his instinct for water drove him to open his mouth and take two sips. Drinking too much at once, the captain choked, turned around and coughed on his stomach.

Now, he really woke up.

The captain who woke up shook his head, turned over and saw where he was, which seemed to be a hospital. Feeling the pain of the pinprick in his arm, the captain instantly changed from weakness to full body alert, he watched vigilantly as Duke didn't say a word, his muscles tensed into a state of alert, and his afterglow swept across the examination room, resting on the shield.

Steve's last memory was of sinking into the ice field and waking up in a high-tech hospital, and he was sure that the doctor in front of him had just drawn his blood. All this made the captain feel like he was on the verge of a great enemy, and he thought that he was still on the battlefield and that there was a good chance that he would be captured by the enemy. It's just that the enemy's head is not very good, there is no restraint on him, there is no guard with a gun, the only doctor also looks like a weak chicken, and the most important thing is that his shield is next to him, and he can turn over and poke at his fingertips.

Steve raised an eyebrow, he was 100% sure that he could put down the rookie in front of him, and then hijack him out of the enemy base and rush home for the appointment, he remembered very well, there was still a date waiting for him.

"Your eyes make me very unhappy......" Duke smacked his lips, he could read the contempt in the captain's eyes, thinking that there was no need to be angry with an old antique, he couldn't help but remind kindly: "I advise you not to do it, it will hurt." ”

How could Steve be restrained, he strode towards the cooler, his instinct telling him that the blood that had been sucked was there. The horror of the red skull made him shudder, he didn't want a second one in the world, even if it was very small, he didn't dare to leave it to chance.

The cooler was close at hand, and just as Steve smiled triumphantly, a seemingly weak hand grabbed his wrist, immobilizing him. The hands were very beautiful, the five fingers were slender and the bones were distinct, the fingertips were very thin, the nails were also neatly trimmed, and the green tendons under the white skin were like streams. The man who can have this kind of hand is either a pampered young master, or a nerd or an office clerk in the school, all of whom are classified as powerless scumbags.

Steve twitched his arm, not moving, and after another twitching, he still didn't move. He looked at Duke dumbfounded, and the meaning in his eyes was very simple - Shet, who are you?

Steve was well aware of how much strength he had, and his strength beyond the average allowed him to bench press 1,200 pounds without any assistance. The ultra-fast speed and agile nerve response allow him to dodge the bullet track, the extreme physical fitness of the human body, not to mention killing the cow with one punch, it is not a problem for people to break their muscles and bones. But such a superman was held down by a weak hand.

Hell it see, or is it an alien? Steve is deeply worried, the enemy is stronger than ever, what should he do?

I need a shield!

Faced with a strong enemy, Steve first thought of his shield. So he pointed a knife at Duke's wrist and tried to get out, but when the knife was cut off, he felt that the bone was about to break.

"Take it easy, Captain, I have no ill will." Seeing the captain's blushing face, he put away his hand and rubbed it behind his back, Duke softly comforted him. Considering that the other party had just woken up, maybe his brain hadn't turned a corner yet, he wasn't angry.

Steve wasn't willing to give up, he reached out behind his back and pressed his hand on Duke's shoulder, then threw his head on Duke's head...... So Captain America collapsed on the cold floor.

"Is his head made of steel?" Steve got up from the ground with Venus in his eyes, didn't bother to pick up his shield, bent down and stepped back, far away from Duke, the safety distance of five meters reassuring him.

"Captain, ...... you" Duke raised his hand and was about to speak, when he saw Steve, like a frightened bird, kick open the door of the examination room and run out. Then the glass door of the clinic outside shattered all over the floor with a 'bang'.

In perception, Steve's anger became farther and farther away, Duke didn't chase it, looked at the shield in the corner, and spit out softly after the unfinished words: "You forgot to take ...... thing"

At the gate of the clinic, Duke looked at the glass slag all over the floor speechlessly, took out the phone and dialed: "Is it a home improvement company?" Yes, I just came to you some time ago to renovate the dentist office, and your tempered glass door is very sturdy and has just been broken...... Nothing is impossible, it's really broken...... What, you can only come tomorrow...... Are you going to let me cover the door with curtains tonight? ”

After some arguing, the home improvement company said that it could only come to the door tomorrow, and if it was really a quality problem, they would replace it with a new one for free. In desperation, Duke had no choice but to pick up a broom and clean the broken glass in front of the door.

Just as he was finishing his work, a panting Steve ran back, and he stopped at the door of the clinic, looking at Duke with a look of shock and panic in his eyes.

"Captain, would you like to come in and sit down?" Duke picked up the broom and turned around and walked into the house without waiting for the other person to reply.

Steve hesitated for a moment and walked into the clinic, the outside world was a little different from what he had imagined...... It's just a little different. If it weren't for the fact that the people on the street were all two eyes and one nose, speaking English, he would have even thought that he had come to an alien planet.

He wanted to find someone to ask about the time and place, but as soon as he spoke, the other party looked at him like an idiot, and someone asked him where the camera of the whole game was. God, it's pitiful, Steve can understand what those people say in words, but he doesn't understand any of them in sentences.

What's wrong with the world?

Steve wandered the streets, ghostly back to the clinic, instinct and instinct telling him that he could find answers here.

"You may be seated, Captain!" Duke covered the door with a wooden plank and tied it with a rope, and the night in Brooklyn was not peaceful, and if there was no door, the house would be emptied the next day.

"Uh, I'm going to lose money on this door." Steve looked at the wooden door, his face a little feverish, but he sat down cheekily.

"Would you like a coffee?" Duke picked up the teapot and poured a cup of coffee in front of the captain, pouring himself a cup.

"Thank you......" Steve took the coffee in a daze, poured it in one gulp, and instantly the rich bitter taste rushed to his brain, making the whole person feel bad.

"You haven't eaten in seventy years, don't be in such a hurry, it's not good for your stomach. Seventy years ago, there was no coffee of this brand, you may not be used to it, take your time. Duke sat at the clinic's desk and spoke casually as if he were a patient in front of him.

"What do you mean by seventy years?" Steve's body froze, a chill hit him, he probably guessed something, but tried not to think in that direction.

"It's literally, your plane crashed into the deep sea, and when I found you, it was almost seventy years since the crash." Duke stared into Steve's dodgy eyes and brutally revealed the truth word by word.

Steve swallowed and forced a smile: "It's not funny...... You know, I'm not a joker......"

Duke didn't speak, just looked at each other, picked up his coffee, blew on the hot air, and took a sip.

"Seventy years...... It was a long time. After a long silence, Steve lowered his head and lowered his voice a little hoarse. He was reluctant to believe Duke's words, but what he had just seen told him that what Duke said was true. He could vaguely recognize that it was Brooklyn outside, the hometown where he was born and raised, but it was too unfamiliar, except for a certain alley where he had been beaten, and he didn't know anything else.

"Not 70 years to be exact, about 65 years or so." Duke drank his coffee in one gulp and looked at the decadent man sitting on the sofa, Steve's figure was rickety, trembling twice from time to time, obviously unable to accept reality.

"How's that, Captain, do you want to go out for a walk?" Duke stood up, pulled down his sweatshirt and hat over his head, picked up the jacket on the hanger and threw it to Steve, the other party's clothes were too dazzling, he didn't want to be taken for a COS enthusiast.

Steve took the clothes and didn't move, perhaps because he was afraid of the outside, he didn't move, and stood still.

"What, do you want to sleep and go shopping tomorrow?"

"No, just now! I feel like I've been sleeping for a long time. Steve put on his coat and covered his combat suit and followed Duke out the door.

As a salted fish with a pursuit, I decided to turn over. Second Update......

(End of chapter)