"Another throw, a high-flying throw-in......"

"Then the score is tied 4-4 with the Dodgers......"

In a room decorated in a retro style from the forties and fifties, a live broadcast of a baseball game was broadcast on the radio.

On the white bed, Rogers slowly opened his eyes.

He slowly groped his way to his feet, then turned his head to look at the one with a hesitant expression, and kept broadcasting the radio of the live ball game.

At this moment, a beautiful young lady dressed in the clothes of the forties and fifties, with burgundy wavy hair, opened the door and walked in with a smile on her face.

"Good morning." The young lady closed the door and said to Rogers with a smile on her face.

"Where am I?" Rogers asked, frowning.

"You're in a post-operative recovery room in New York." Miss Pretty stood in front of Rogers' bed and explained.

At this time, the live broadcast of the baseball game continued on the radio.

"The Dodgers are 8-4 ahead, what a great game......"

Rogers turned his head to stare at the woman in front of the bed hesitantly, and said, "Where the hell am I?" ”

"I don't quite understand what you mean." The burgundy-haired woman smiled politely.

Rogers stared at her and said word by word: "The game on the radio was in May 1941, and I was watching it live. ”

When the woman heard this, she seemed to have been exposed to something, and she froze in place.

Rogers stared at her, slowly sat up from the white sheets, and said, "I'll ask you again, where am I?" ”

Looking at the big-breasted brother in front of her, there was some possibility that her emotions might be out of control, and the woman pressed down the small pager hidden in her hand without a trace.

The woman also wanted to continue explaining: "Captain Rodgers......"

But he was interrupted by a loud yell: "Who the hell are you!" ”

The woman was frightened back by the big-breasted brother's roar, but at that moment, the door to the room opened again.

Two fully armed special combat team members opened the door and rushed in, and Rogers immediately opened his arms slightly, putting on a posture of preparing for battle.

Just as the two special operators were about to make a move, Rogers stepped out first, bullying him, and before the two people could react, he saw Rogers lean down and twist his waist, and then a punch the size of a punching bag hammered into one of them.

The rest of the man was about to say something, but Rogers didn't give him a chance and kicked him in the abdomen.

Both of them were knocked out by the force of Rogers' explosion, smashing through the wall and falling towards the outside of the house.

Rogers glared at the pretty, burgundy-haired woman, causing her to take three steps back.

Then, ignoring the woman who was full of lies, Rogers slowly walked out towards the big hole that the two GIs had knocked out.

It turned out that this was not a New York post-operative recovery room, but a room made of a few wooden planks.

Who the hell caught him? What was his purpose in creating this room?

Just as Rogers stepped out of the big hole and hesitated, he saw a punch the size of a punching bag, mixed with the thunder of a tiger and a leopard, and hit him in front of him with lightning speed.

"Bang~"

Rogers was hammered back into the room by this huge force that far exceeded his own, and the hospital bed in the room was directly smashed into twists.

"Ahem, cough, cough~"

Rogers coughed and got up, looking at the tall young man who walked in with his fists rubbed in disbelief.

He had never been crushed in strength, and the power that this young man had burst out had far surpassed that of the Red Skull.

Is it another super soldier bred by the Soviet Union?

Rogers' mind was racing and hesitating, but the young man who hammered him away didn't care at all, and ignored him directly, and started talking with the burgundy haired woman.

Bank gave the female agent in the vintage shirt a determined look and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

The woman nodded at Banker and said, "Bank, don't hurt the captain." ”

After finishing speaking, he directly took out the pager and conveyed the news of Captain America's recovery to the agents outside and Director Fury.

Bank rubbed his fists, looked at Captain America again, and walked up with a smile on his face.

Watching Bank slowly bully forward, Rogers no longer hesitated, and slammed his round arm into Bank's face with a punch.

Bank lifted two fingers to block it, and in Rogers' incredulous gaze, he struck his riveting blow out of the door.

Then Banker flipped his palm, grabbed the American team's shoulder, and pulled him to the ground.

With an irresistible force, Rogers was horrified to find that he was dragged to the ground by this young man without the power to resist.

Next, it is pressed on the ground without nutrition and rubbed.

When Director Fury walked in with a large group of agents, his face darkened.

There are so many superheroes in the world, why should I let one of the weirdest people sit in charge?

Looking at Bank, who was pressing Captain America to the ground and hammering it indiscriminately, Fury hurriedly shouted, "Bank! Stop it! I didn't let you come here to beat, our American spirit! ”

Bank, who was sitting on Rogers, shrugged when he heard this, and then casually raised his fist, causing Rogers to subconsciously block his arm on his head.

But of course, this punch didn't fall, and Bank, in Fury's angry eyes, stood up in a sneer, and said, "Didn't you say that if the situation gets out of control, let me make a move?" ”

"The situation is not out of control yet!" Fury yelled at him.

Banker pursed his lips, casually glanced at the two special combat soldiers who were beaten to the ground by the American team and had not yet gotten up, and said, "Could it be that it is true that it is out of control to die?" ”

Fury said with a dark face, "You know what I mean by runaway!" ”

Bank shrugged and said, "Okay. ”

After speaking, Bank picked up the American team on the ground without sincerity, patted the dust on his body casually, and said, "I'm sorry." ”

Fury sighed, then walked up to Captain America, who was full of confusion and guard, and said, "Don't be nervous, GI. ”

Looking at the bruises in the corners of Rogers' eyes, Fury shook his head and continued, "Listen, I'm very sorry for this nonsense, but we think this room will allow you to slowly accept all this. ”

With that, Fury walked to the window and opened it directly.

Rogers walked to the window in a daze, looking at the bustling streets that were completely different from those of the forties and fifties, where modern steel forests towered, countless screens on the buildings played dazzling pictures, and steel beasts galloped on the streets.

Rogers' big-breasted brother looked at the scene outside the window in a daze, turned to Fury and asked, "Accept what?" ”

Fury was silent for a while, then spoke, "You've been sleeping Captain for about seventy years. ”

Hearing this, the American team once again looked at the modern metropolis outside the house, falling into endless silence and self-doubt.

Fury looked at Rogers with a complicated face and said tentatively, "Are you okay?" ”

Rogers shook his head in a complicated way, "It's okay... It's okay, I'm just ...... Late for an appointment. ”