Mixed in Marvel's stand-in messenger

Joyce shrugged, then came to the war hero's side and looked at him carefully for a moment.

After the ripples running in the body gathered in the hand.Slowly stretched out his right hand, which was emitting golden light, and reached towards his chest.

Um......

After being frozen for so long, he still feels pretty good. He doesn't look too weak. The super soldier serum is really effective.

He even thought about whether to treat his ex-girlfriend, what was her name?

I can't remember it for a while.

If his ex-girlfriend recovers but still looks old, will the captain cause trouble for me...

Although my mind keeps running wild thoughts.

But the movement of his hands did not stop.

A gentle ripple of energy traveled from Joyce's hands into Rogers' body.

Constantly repairing and activating the cells in his body.

Considering that Rogers was unconscious for too long, Joyce was still running the ripple relatively smoothly.

1 minutes later.

After realizing that all the functions of his body were restored to normal, he took back his right hand and sat on the chair next to him.

He picked up the glass of water prepared for Rogers on the table and drank it.

He should be waking up soon, right?

......

Steve Rogers slowly opened his eyes and looked at the unfamiliar place around him.

There was a blank look in his eyes. After a while, he slowly adapted to the environment and sat up slowly.

"Are you awake? Do you feel anything?"

Joyce tilted her head and looked at Rogers curiously.

Rogers rubbed his aching head, looked at the strangely dressed stranger in front of him and asked, "Where is this place?"

His voice was hoarse.

Come to think of it, if you haven't spoken for so many years and haven't moisturized your throat, you'll be mute even if you say the first sentence.

After raising his question, Rogers had time to look at his surroundings.

The decoration here is extremely simple, but it looks very warm.

Thinking of the scene before he fainted, Rogers frowned, something was wrong.

"This? It seems to be an office building of SHIELD."

Joyce touched his chin, looked around, and said to Rogers.

Damn Falk! ! !

I knew this guy wouldn't play according to the routine!

Nick, who saw this scene through the surveillance camera, was so angry that he pulled off the headphones on his head and smashed them on the ground.

He turned and walked towards the room where they were.

SHIELD? !

Rogers was taken aback.

What is this organization?

Why do I have no impression at all?

Could it be that I was found and taken away by people from the Axis powers in advance?

Rogers, who sensed something was wrong, suddenly woke up and immediately stood up and rushed towards the door.

"WOW~ Captain Rogers, this is not good."

Joyce did not stand up to stop him, but he had already controlled the clouds to cover the door, blocking his way.

Rogers, who found himself unable to break out of the clouds, turned around and stared at the man who had been smiling.

With a change of heart, Rogers decided to take the lead and capture this smiling person before questioning him.

The body that has not moved for so many years is because of Joyce's conditioning.

So the various movements are not stiff.

She came to his side with brisk steps and punched Joyce in the face with her left hand.

But what he didn't expect was to be firmly blocked by this mysterious man with one hand.

Rogers remained calm on the surface, but he was shocked in his heart. Could it be that the Axis powers also developed a super soldier serum?

Can you actually control clouds?

Is this a new function?

"Captain Rogers, you have to know that hitting someone is not a slap in the face."

After blocking his attack with one hand, Joyce still tilted her head and looked at him with a smile, and did not fight back.

People are always a little angry when they wake up.

Not to mention sleeping for so many years?

After being blocked by this powerful and heavy punch, he retracted his hand and took half a step back.

The psoas muscle suddenly exerted force and he raised his leg to launch a second attack.

But it still failed to cause any harm to Joyce, and he took care of everything easily.

After exchanging two or three moves again, Rogers took two steps back and carefully looked at the person in front of him.

This made him a little confused. Wasn't he from the Axis powers?

Why haven't you fought back?

Or do you want to know information about the Allies from me?

But shouldn’t you take me down first?

This man wearing a strange priest's robe shouldn't look like a bad guy. Could he be someone brought in by Howard or Colonel Phillips?

Thinking of this, Rogers decided to test him.

"Who the hell are you? Where's Carter?"

"I'm just an ordinary priest."

Joyce answered his question with a smile.

But before he could say a second word, the door was pushed open.

Nick Fury, wearing a long black trench coat and an eyepatch, strode in.

After watching him come in, Joyce spread his hands and stopped talking.

And Rogers watched another stranger come in, staring at him with cautious eyes.

Fury looked at his defensive look and shook his head.

"Captain Rogers, you don't need this look. This is Manhattan, New York."

"This is a place you are familiar with, but the world has changed. You have been sleeping for nearly 70 years."

After saying this, Fury paused, seemingly giving Rogers time to digest the information.

Then he glared at Joyce with his only remaining eye.

Then his eyes returned to the captain, pointed at Joyce and said, "This is Father Joyce Joestar. He helped you wake up in advance."

Joyce smiled and stretched out his right hand to greet Rogers in a friendly way. Suddenly he thought of something and pointed at Fury.

"No, this black man's name is Nick Fury. He will be your commander from now on. Didn't you expect that? After sleeping for so long, you wake up and have to obey the orders of a black man."

After hearing this, Nick Fury cursed Fuck again in his heart.

But he has not forgotten that he must maintain his demeanor in front of the captain at this time. After all, he will be a great help to him in the future against Hydra.

Rogers' slightly defensive expression suddenly became very confused. The several pieces of news he heard from when he got up until now caught him off guard.

Sleeping for 70 years?

Suddenly back in New York?

Suddenly there is an additional commander?

Where are the Paige, Howard, and Phillips people?

Are all dead?

The scene that followed was not suitable for Joyce to stay any longer, so he greeted the two of them and opened the portal to leave.

Only Rogers, who was even more confused, and Nick Fury were left staring at each other.

……

Joyce, who had played along with Nick, returned home feeling extremely happy.

It's such a cool feeling!

Seeing the deflated black braised egg is really satisfying.

But Joyce also knew that this matter would not cause him any trouble, it would just add to his current problem.

I guess it won't be long before he can deal with Rogers.

I just don’t know how the legendary soldier who wakes up and has to work for a black-hearted braised egg feels like this.

Not long after I got home, I received a call from Pepper.

She told Joyce that the church had been rebuilt and he could go for inspection in the next two days if he was free.

Joyce was overjoyed when she got the news and said she would go early tomorrow morning.

Put together with braised eggs, and the two beautiful things of the new church collide.

The delighted Joyce made a pot of chicken soup for herself while cooking dinner.

Drinking chicken soup is a beautiful thing...

Early the next morning, Joyce went out.

But this time he didn't teleport or take a car.

But I wanted to see what Hell's Kitchen would look like without Kingpin.

Just like that, I wandered out of the apartment, planning to find a place to have something to eat before taking a walk there.

Soon, he found a tea restaurant, which looked quite clean. After entering, he found that the business of this restaurant seemed to be very good, and it was crowded even for breakfast.

But most people packed their bags and took them away, rushing to work.

Joyce sat on the window seat, taking the menu and ordering some food.

Then he sat on the chair and waited quietly, supporting his chin with one hand and looking at the scenery outside.

Soon a waiter brought him the food he needed.

Joyce did not eat slowly and finished the meal in three to two times.

After paying the money and tip, I smiled and rejected the small note that the waiter secretly handed me.

Amidst the disappointed eyes of others, I walked toward my destination while stroking my belly.

While walking, Joyce suddenly stopped.

His eyes were staring straight at a figure not far away in front of him, which seemed to be particularly familiar.

Shiny blonde hair.

A full beard.

The familiar man was sitting in a wheelchair.

There was a young and handsome man behind him pushing him forward slowly.

Joyce rubbed his eyes and looked carefully.

I remembered!

Sure enough it was him!

That mental patient!

Clyde Wincham!

Hasn't this guy been taken back?

Why are you here again?

What happened to his legs?

Was it interrupted?

A series of questions came to his mind.

However, he did not impulsively go forward to say hello. He just followed from a distance and observed the situation.

Curious Joyce wondered what Clyde Wincham was going to do.

It took less than 5 minutes.

The young man pushed him to a stop at a drug store.

Seeing this scene, Joyce also stopped in the distance.

It seems like he is here to buy medicine?

Joyce, who suddenly felt a little bored, was no longer ready to follow and observe, so he decided to go and see the church.

However, I crossed the road cautiously and did not intend to go directly from the entrance of the pharmacy.

But unfortunate things still happened.

Just as he was about to pass in front of the pharmacy on the other side of the road, the young man pushed Wincham out again!

Oops!

Joyce secretly screamed something bad.

Wincham's eyes lit up, and when he saw Joyce at the door, he immediately waved to him.