Marvel's I Can Control Metal

Rogers frowned and turned to look at the carnival on the radio. Reiser shot into the park's

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The white door was pushed open, and a white woman walked in.

He has burgundy curly hair, wearing a retro white shirt, long skirt, and a dark brown tie around his neck.

On her pretty face, she wore a slightly bolder but more energetic lipstick and makeup, and had two arched eyebrows. Rogers' first reaction was that she was Agent Carter.

"Good morning, or should I say, good afternoon."

He glanced at his watch and said naturally, everything seemed so natural and smooth.

But Rogers, who had just woken up from his deep sleep, looked at him warily.

"Where am I"

"You're in a post-op recovery room in New York."

The nurse looked at Rogers with a smile and said.

There was a breeze blowing in the room all the time, and even the white curtains by the window were blown and floating. Everything was so normal.

The Dodgers lead [-] to [-]. The Dodgers really had a wonderful game, everyone.

The radio never stopped playing and was still broadcasting live baseball games.

But the result of this game made Rogers, who had always been skeptical, completely suspicious.

Rogers, who had been running around the battlefield, his eyes became sharp, "Where am I?"

The female nurse whispered in confusion, "I don't understand what you mean."

"This game was in May 1941. I know because I was there."

After hearing these words, the smile on the face of the female nurse, who had always looked calm and thought she had not exposed any flaws, slowly disappeared.

Rogers stood up, his weight of more than 200 kilograms making the cot squeak under the weight, and a huge figure of 1.9 meters tall slowly walked towards her.

"I ask again, where am I?" There was anger in his words.

The female agent discovered that the matter had been exposed, and Rogers did not follow any of the plots set.

The small alarm that he had been holding in his hand calmly pressed it.

She also continued, "Captain Rogers."

"Who are you"

Rogers' eyes were full of distrust.

The door behind him opened again, and two fully armed special forces members walked in.

The terrifying aura and the weapons all over his body that Rogers couldn't understand made him take two steps back slightly.

Rogers looked at the two men warily. In the next moment, Rogers rushed forward, pinched the two soldiers and threw them away.

The huge force caused the two of them to directly smash the outer iron layer of the container, and they fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

Rogers followed suit and stepped out, only to realize that this was a closed space and everything inside was fake.

But the impact of modernization caused more damage to Rogers, rushing towards the only door.

"Captain Rogers, wait"

The female agent shouted from behind, but Rogers did not stop his somewhat panicked steps.

The two soldiers on the other side of the container also hurriedly chased after her, while she picked up the walkie-talkie in her hand and quickly reported.

Nick Fury, who had been paying attention here, also got up and walked outside at the same time.

"Attention all agents, Alert No. 13. Attention all agents, Alert No. 13."

Rogers walked through the door and hurriedly walked out to the corridor.

There were many agents in suits and ties walking around with documents in their hands, all busy with their own affairs.

Rogers panicked and ran as far out as possible, bumping into a few people along the way.

But as the female agent's alarm sounded, everyone who was looking curiously dropped the documents in their hands and rushed over. Dozens of people gathered around.

Rogers didn't have any entangled thoughts. He just wanted to leave here. Although he had some guesses in his heart, he didn't want to believe it.

The physical fitness beyond ordinary people made it impossible for anyone to catch up with Rogers. He ran outwards in large strides and even left the business building used by SHIELD for cover.

He ran out of the gate and entered the streets of Washington, looking at the yellow taxis passing by, the surrounding high-rise buildings, the cars running beyond Rogers' cognition, and the unsuspecting crowds around him.

He didn't dare to stop, and he even hoped in his heart that this was just an illusion created by Hydra to confuse him.

He couldn't stop running.

Because if you stop, you have to face this cruel reality.

Keep running, keep running, from a remote street to the most prosperous street.

Looking at the huge tall buildings around me, the glowing billboards, the bustling streets, and the bustling crowds around me.

Rogers stood alone in the middle of the busiest street, looking at the scene around him, but he felt endless loneliness in his heart.

Suddenly, a dozen uniform black commercial vehicles caught up behind him and surrounded Rogers.

Rogers' feet tensed and he seemed ready to leave again.

"Don't be nervous, soldier."

A figure came from behind.

Nick Fury walked over, and the rest of the people moved around to stop the crowd who came to watch the excitement.

Looking at the blond man in front of him who was wearing rough clothes.

He just ran 10 kilometers in [-] minutes.

"I'm deeply sorry for that performance, but we thought it would be best for you to take your time."

Rogers looked at Nick Fury in front of him and tried to calm his breathing quickly.

"Accept what"

"You've been sleeping, Captain, for about 70 years."

70,

The stick made Rogers feel dizzy.

'70, '70, that's the only word left in Rogers' mind.

Looking at all the strange things around him, he still thinks of that woman.

"Next Saturday, at the Stork Club, eight o'clock sharp, no lateness allowed, do you understand?"

"I still can't dance."

"I will teach you, just come."

The brightly lit advertisements around him brought Rogers back into reality.

"Are you OK"

"It's okay, it's just that I have a date."

"Yohoo, I won, I won, Brother Leo, you have to take me to the toy store tomorrow. I want a new toy."

Peter, who was about to turn ten, put down the game controller in his hand and shouted with joy.

On the electronic screen, there was a fighting game. Leo's character was lying on the ground unable to move, while Peter's character was still standing successfully.

"Okay, I'll take you there tomorrow."

Leo rubbed Peter's head. At 1.6 meters [-], he could easily hold Peter down.

"Peter, haven't you eaten well lately? Why don't you feel like you've grown?"

The two children were playing and the adults were busy in the kitchen making dinner.

I bought a lot of decorations today, and the two little guys decorated the house.

The whole house was filled with the joy of the New Year, and Leo was more relaxed than ever.

"New Year's Eve will be celebrated in a few days. You've had enough rest and are ready to start working."