A public cemetery.

Under the shade of green trees, a bench is placed.

The benches are surrounded by greenery, and from the benches, you can hear the sound of birds chirping and leaves rubbing.

It's as if the hustle and bustle of the whole world has all been shielded away.

The noise of cars and the noise of people in the city are all blocked by the quiet sounds of nature.

Natasha, the black widow, sat on a bench, her figure covered by a light yellow woolen trench coat.

With her legs crossed, she held a cup of latte she had just bought in her hand and quietly surveyed her surroundings.

On her lap was a copy, Lev. Tolstoy's Russian version of War and Peace.

After parting from Peter, she went to the place where she usually came to relax.

It gives her a brief peace of mind.

As for why I like to watch Lev. Tolstoy's work, in fact, she was not very familiar with this writer at first.

Until one rainy day, in a muddy ditch, she met a soldier.

The other party likes Lev very much. Tolstoy, so she also fell in love with the Russian writer.

But that was many years ago.

When I opened the book, I saw a sentence on it - "Life is not a pleasure, but a very heavy work." ”

"A perfect fit for where I'm now."

She stood up and walked deeper into the cemetery with her books and coffee.

Since she "came back from the dead", she has noticed that her pace has slowed down.

What she valued in the past, she feels relieved now.

Such as being the driving force of the profession and work you are currently engaged in as an agent.

In the bullet-ridden trenches, someone once starved and paid for her life.

This gave Natasha a sense of her sense of responsibility from "death, hardship, and simple acts of kindness."

That's why she wants to be an agent, continue to find that feeling in the rain of bullets, and be able to make a little change in the world for the better.

Now she realizes that she doesn't necessarily use her status as an agent to fulfill this sense of responsibility.

Walk up to a tombstone, take a bouquet of flowers from your pocket, and place it on the tombstone.

She stared silently at the name on the tombstone.

After a long time, she shook her head, turned around and put her coffee cup in the nearby trash can, put her hands in her pockets, and left the cemetery with the thick book of War and Peace under her armpits.

As she drove towards the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, she pondered how to find out the whereabouts of the Cosmic Rubik's Cube.

Eric. Dr. Sevig?!

Her brow furrowed at the thought of the name Peter had given her.

Twenty minutes later.

Entering the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Natasha walks down the hall.

The sound of footsteps "stomping" reverberated through the entire empty hall.

After being parasitized by the black light virus, she has a strong keen senses.

Realizing that something was wrong, she immediately stopped herself.

Footsteps rang out around her, and a group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents walked up to her.

Headed by Sharon. Carter, walking up to Natasha, showed her the warrant in his hand.

"I'm sorry, Agent Romanoff, I'm sorry to inform you that you must submit to an internal investigation into our work."

"Why?"

Natasha didn't act rashly, but frowned and asked the other party.

"It's just a routine investigation, an investigation into your disappearance in the previous months."

Natasha asked the other party, "Is it Director Fury's order?" ”

"I'm sorry, I just did what I was told, and I don't know if it was Director Fury's order."

Although Sharon. Carter had a good impression of this S.H.I.E.L.D. senior, but now he had no choice but to be a villain.

It's not something you can call the shots.

Natasha stared at the group of agents in front of her, but didn't speak.

An invisible coercion emanated from her body.

After being infected by the black light virus, she has this momentum that can give people a sense of oppression just by standing.

She believed that if she were to attack the agents, they would not be her opponents.

But now it's not to the point of tearing your face.

After a moment's hesitation, she headed towards a nervous Sharon. Carter nodded, "I see." ”

Seeing that Natasha didn't resist, Sharon let go of her heart and breathed a long sigh of relief.

On the other side, Nick, who was mentioned by Natasha. Fury, didn't stay in the S.H.I.E.L.D. building.

He was in a surveillance room, staring at the big screen without blinking.

On the big screen is a surveillance feed of a nursing home room.

The layout of the rooms in the sanatorium is somewhat imaginary in the arrangement of the sanatorium in the last century.

Old water pipes, heating pipes, crisp white sheets, a slow-turning fan overhead.

The discontinued brand radio placed on the table made a "rustling" sound, which then changed to a human voice.

"Another throw, it's a high-flying throw-in, then the score is 4-4 for the Dodgers, half an hour before the end of the game, and now it's our boys' turn, and the first player to play has the ability to get the opponent out of the game!"

The radio heard the sound of the host commenting on the game.

Steve lying on the bed. Rogers slowly opened his eyes.

The entrance is an unfamiliar ceiling and a spinning fan.

Everything around was so unfamiliar, and there was a hint of familiarity.

He pondered for a moment, then got up and got out of bed and looked over the radio.

The familiar voice of the commentary inside made him have questions in his heart.

"Click!"

The door was gently pushed open, and a girl in a nurse's uniform walked in.

After seeing Steve wake up, she greeted with a sign smile, "Good morning, Captain, or rather"

She glanced at the weather outside, "Or should I say good afternoon." ”

"Where am I?"

Awakening, Steve was a little confused, and he frowned and asked the other party where he was.

"A post-operative nursing home in New York."

As soon as the girl's words were finished, the host's excited voice suddenly came from the radio.

"The Dodgers won, the Dodgers finished the game 8-4, oh my god, it was a great game, let's give a round of applause to the players on both sides!"

Staring at the radio, Steve's gaze fell on the woman and accentuated his tone, "Where the hell am I?" ”

"I don't quite understand what you mean."

The woman smiled and pretended to be stupid.

"That game."

Steve pointed to the radio and said slowly, "It happened in May 1941, and I was there. ”

When the woman heard Steve say this, although she still had a smile on her face, she was already slightly flustered.

Steve, who is amazingly observant, immediately catches the subtle expressions of the other party.

He stood up, took a step towards the other party, and said to the other party in a more stern tone, "I'll ask one last time, where am I?" ”

"Captain Rogers"

The woman was affected by Steve's eyes and momentum, and immediately became a little overwhelmed.

She took a step back and pressed the inconspicuous pager in her hand in a panic.

After she pressed the pager, the two strong men who had been waiting outside the door immediately pushed open the door and rushed in.

Steve, who was extremely alert, stepped back and made a defensive move.

As a veteran of World War II, he made a decision immediately using his extensive experience.

Now that the enemy's situation is unknown, he has little information to make correct inferences.

The best way to deal with this is to take the opportunity to get out of here.

Thinking of this, he suddenly burst into trouble.

With a "bang", he hit the chest of the guy closest to him.

The force of the fist instantly knocked it to the ground.

Before the other was stunned, Steve grabbed the other man's arm and slammed him to the ground with a clean back fall.

"Boom!"

Then he kicked open the door and strode outside.

With his muscles and long legs, he quickly escaped the floor.

It wasn't until the other party's footsteps sounded in the corridor that the woman reacted.

"Wait, Captain Rogers!"

She wanted to call out to the other party, but found that the other party had almost disappeared at this time.

In desperation, she immediately took out the communicator and said in a hurried tone: "Attention all agents, urgent information, attention to all agents, urgent information!" ”

As she gave the order, agents throughout the floor immediately dispatched after the fleeing Captain Rogers.

In the face of the interception of many strong men, Steve's superhuman strength played a role at this time.

The two strong men closest to him were pushed away by him.

The agents behind the two strong men were affected by the two and fell to the ground.

He then grabbed the arm of one of the agents who wanted to get close to him and pulled them back.

The agent's siege network was immediately destroyed by him.

After escaping from the building, he was stunned when he looked at the traffic on the street outside and the dazzling array of modern technological creations.

This veteran who "sacrificed" in World War II was at a loss and at a loss at this time.

It's like a human being who strayed into a fairyland, feeling a kind of helpless alienation from all the novelty and everything.

In order to avoid the pursuit of those behind him, he had to take a step and continue to run forward.

On the road, cars that have never been seen before whizz by, and the square is filled with unimaginable color television screens, and human beings in strange costumes come and go.

The more I run, the more confused and painful I become.

It seems that I have come to an era that does not belong to me.

All. There is not the slightest shadow of something familiar to me.

He didn't know how long he ran, until he reached a newspaper stall on the side of the road, and then he stopped.

Panting slightly, he surveyed everything around him.

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind him.

"Don't be nervous, Captain Rogers."

He jerked his head back and saw a young face appear in front of him.

"Welcome to the twenty-first century, Captain."

(End of chapter)