"You've found your way to mess with Brooklyn?" In the dark room, a bald black man with a one-eyepatch spoke, his voice hoarse, his lonely eyes shining, like a poisonous snake hidden in the dark, which made people feel very uncomfortable. This person www.biquge.info none other than the famous Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury.

Director Fury, dressed in a pitch-black trench coat, sat in a swivel chair in his office, looking at Steve walking in at the door. I saw that Steve's T-shirt was a little ill-fitting, and his strong muscles seemed to be about to break through the shirt, it was obvious that he found a random one to wear on the way here, Steve's face was tired, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, but his eyes were bright.

This is the first time since Steve woke up, Nick Fury has seen a "living" Steve, yes, Steve who has been frozen for 70 years, although he was awakened by S.H.I.E.L.D., his heart has always been dead, like a yellowed old photo that has been sealed forever, exuding a sense of long history, and also filled with a vicissitudes of life in the last years. And now, Nick Fury finally sees that the person in this old photo has a hint of "spirit", although he is a little embarrassed, well... Well, it's embarrassing......

"I've slept for 70 years, and I've slept enough." Steve spoke, walking over to Nick Fury, "Got a mission?" ”

Nick Fury shrugged his shoulders, Lord S.H.I.E.L.D., who knew how to read words, of course sensed Steve's inner emotions, it seemed that this ancient soldier did not like to be bothered in battle.

"Soldier, although you are born for the mission, you always have to adapt to this fancy world, and you can't stay in the training hall all the time to vent to sandbags." Nick Fury exhorted.

Steve silently looked at Director Fury and said, "When I was asleep, the world was still in turmoil. When I was woken up, people told me we had won. We gained this, we gained that, but no one ever told me what exactly we had lost. I need some time to think it through. ”

"We've really lost a lot of things, like now." Nick Fury pressed one hand on a stack of papers and shoved them in front of Steve.

"This is my first mission when I wake up?" Steve raised an eyebrow and didn't look through the documents in the first place.

"Yes." Nick Fury nodded, "Sorry to interrupt your integration into the world." ”

"I thought your mission was to make me accept the world." Steve's eyes fell on the papers.

"No, I want you to save the world." Nick Fury said in a deep voice.

A sentence that intrigued Steve, he reached for the file and flipped through it. What caught his eye was an ice-blue cube, and this cube made Steve's eyes stare at him, as if he had returned to the final battle with the Red Skull.

"Howard Stark found it in the ocean, and he believes that this cube could become a key element in the development of a permanent energy source that could benefit the world." Nick Fury's words are quite reliable, but I don't know if there is a deeper reason.

"What's wrong with it?" The look of memory in Steve's eyes slowly faded, and he asked.

"It was snatched by a guy named Loki, who... Well, not earthlings, if you can accept this task, you need to know more information, the world has changed a lot, in some ways, beyond what you can imagine. Nick Fury sighed softly, not knowing whether to sigh or frustrate.

"I've long been surprised." Steve's eyes swept over the large back projection on the office wall and slowly stood up.

"You fought the Red Skull in the final mission, and you fought over this cube, is there any information you can provide?" Nick Fury asked, looking at Steve's figure as he got up and left.

"You should leave it in the middle of the ocean." Steve said coldly and closed the door.

"Hey, hello, Steve, um, I mean, Captain, can I call you that?" As soon as Steve opened the door, he saw a middle-aged man, with an elegant temperament, neatly dressed and a gentle smile on his face, although the middle-aged man tried his best to hide his inner emotions, Steve could still see the excitement in the man's eyes.

"Yes." Steve nodded, looking at the stranger for some reason, but to be able to enter this building and be able to stay at the door of Director Fury's office should also be an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Steve, well, no, I'll call you Captain, you know, I'm ......" There were many pauses in the middle-aged man's words, like a child who had just learned to speak.

"Phil (Coulson)!" Behind him, Agent Hill looked at Coulson with a cold face, a little reproachful, and opened his mouth to call.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Coulson smiled apologetically and said, "I'll talk about my personal matters later, I came to you to ask about something." ”

"Huh?" Steve looked at Agent Hill and saw that the woman had no objections, and he was open-minded.

"I heard you fought a man named 'Summer' in the ring? Just now? Coulson looked at Steve's blue nose and swollen face, and his expectations were even greater, if someone could really beat Steve like this, it would probably be the mysterious man who killed the defenders of Asgard and left Earth with the gods of war of Asgard!

"Yes, that's what he calls himself." Steve nodded in confirmation, "What's the problem?" ”

"Did he have any special performances?" Coulson's eyes were blazing, and he searched like a headless fly for a whole year and a half, and Coulson, who ran into walls everywhere, finally caught a clue!

The person who snatched the cube from S.H.I.E.L.D. this time is called Loki, who calls himself an Asgardian. If summer can be found in this extremely critical time period, it will be very beneficial for S.H.I.E.L.D., at least S.H.I.E.L.D. does not need to know about the Asgardians from mythological stories, but can ask for some news of Asgard from the mouth of a human, which is very helpful for the whole battle situation. What's more, Summer is a supernatural person, an anomaly on the earth level! This question has been bothering Coulson for a long time.

"Special performance?" Steve frowned, "He's a fighter, or rather a killer, although he's trying his best to change muscle memory, but I can always feel the lethal nature of his one-hit in martial arts, the fight just now was very unfavorable to him, I can see that the change of style has troubled him a lot, you guys are investigating the organization behind him?" ”

"No, Captain, I mean a special performance......" Coulson sorted out his words and continued, "can he fly?" Mind control? Is his left arm made of metal? He ......"

"Are you kidding me?" Steve frowned and looked at Coulson, a little resistant to the whimsical questioning.

"Well, didn't you show it?" Coulson also frowned, wondering if he thought it was a relationship, so the person called Summer didn't have full firepower? Or maybe that summer wasn't the person you're looking for?

"Anything else?" Steve asked.

"No, Captain, sorry for the delay." Coulson said apologetically, "I left details about this mission on your desk at home, and I'll pick you up myself when everything is ready." ”

Steve nodded and left silently.

"Is that the man?" After the captain left, Agent Hill asked.

"I guess you said there was a woman with the man, who was about the same height as the captain and had an excellent build, which is rare, similar to the mysterious woman I saw in New Mexico." Coulson muttered softly.

Agent Hill rolled his eyes and turned away, leaving Coulson in his frenzy.

Steve returned home under the escort of the agents, and also saw the information left at home by the agents, and read it carefully for a long time, and couldn't help but sigh heavily.

He knew that once the kingdom needed him, once the people needed him, he would definitely go to the soup and die forever. However, he really didn't know if he was ready.

Steve was a little irritable, got dressed and walked out of the house, called a taxi and went straight to the training gym, perhaps, not thinking about anything, just waiting for the mission to come in the swing of the fist again and again would be a good choice.

It's already nighttime in New York, but the city is brightly lit and full of cars, and the nightlife has just begun for the city that never sleeps.

Steve escaped the hustle and bustle, the crowd and the familiar training gym.

The lady who sold the ticket had turned into a watchman and didn't take Steve's ticket money, but just told Steve that someone was waiting for him.

Steve was slightly stunned, and stepped in, the huge training hall was dim, all kinds of fitness equipment returned to its place, the venue was cleaned, and the mirror walls on both sides reflected countless Steve's figures back and forth, the empty huge stadium should have fallen into silence, but Steve heard the sound of the fist hitting the sandbag under the ring.

Heavy, hurried, rattling.

"You're late." A voice came from afar, through the darkness, into Steve's ears.

"I never said I was coming back." Steve walked through the empty arena, past the ring, and finally saw the pitch-black figure.

"And you're standing here right now." Summer held the shaking sandbag with both hands, panting, sweat running down her cheeks, "So you're late." ”

Steve couldn't help laughing out loud, I don't know why, in this cold and strange world, an equally strange young man, but he can make him feel a trace of warmth with a sentence or two.

Steve casually threw away his coat and picked up a pair of fist gloves, suddenly thought of something, his eyes flickered slightly, and then put down his fist gloves and said thoughtfully: "Indiscriminate fighting? ”

Summer's body froze slightly, turned his head, and looked at the captain's blue eyes with dark eyes: "You are a soldier, not an agent, why do you use such a means to tempt?" I promised, win me and you'll get all the information about me. ”

Steve moved his body, his neck swayed from side to side, and he made a crisp bone sound: "I just don't want you to be restrained, your fighting moves that are converging all the time have violated my dignity." ”

"Oh, I'm afraid there's only one person walking out of this venue tomorrow." Summer turned around, and the pitch-black boxing gloves boiled for a while, slowly turning into the appearance of black bandages, tightly wrapped around Summer's hands, and exuding a mysterious luster under the moonlight outside the window.

Steve's pupils shrank slightly......