Thor who reversed the Marvel world

On the dense jungle battlefield, the Wakanda army, whose morale had been boosted to a high altitude, began to split into two teams.

Ordinary human soldiers rushed towards the forest battlefields scattered around for reinforcements, while T'Challa led hundreds of vibranium rhinoceros soldiers and rushed straight towards the side of the advancing Qingyan Elephant.

The mighty rhinoceros soldiers were running wildly on the battlefield. Their vibranium armor that almost covered their whole bodies was very eye-catching. For a moment, all the Avengers stopped and stared at this astonishing scene. .

"Okay, everyone, don't mess around." Clinton Patton was the first to break the silence. He reached his right hand to his back and touched the arrow feathers. He picked up his bow and ran out first: "It's time to cooperate with Varda's troops and start the attack!"

Scott Lang and Peter Parker heard this, nodded and quickly followed.

James Rhodes, who reacted later, saw this and hurriedly chased Clinton: "Hey, Clinton, why do I feel like we are missing some manpower?"

Since the rendezvous with everyone happened later, James Rhodes remembered that he hadn't seen everyone yet and couldn't help but wonder about the location of the others.

"You have to know that these giant elephants are distributed all over the battlefield. It is impossible for us to gather together and just stare at one battlefield." Clinton Barton ran and drew his bow and replied without looking back: "Bruce and Natasha went separately. Action on the other side.”

The mask on James Rhodes' head closed, and his speed followed the pace of everyone: "What about Sam? I remember he is here."

After hearing this, Clinton Barton quickly shook his head. His forward figure suddenly turned a corner and rushed to the battlefield on the other side alone, without answering Sam's question of "where are you going?"

"Hey, I know," Peter Parker on the other side responded hurriedly when he saw this: "The uncle said there were more important things, and then flapped his mechanical wings and flew away."

"Uncle! Uncle!" Scott Lang chased after him and patted the back of Peter Parker's head twice: "Do you call everyone uncle when you meet him?"

James Rhodes, who was flying, heard the explanation and his voice was full of confusion: "Flying away?"

Scott Lang took a deep breath, tilted his head and replied firmly: "Yeah, he abandoned us."

......

Inland Denmark in Northern Europe.

The soldiers who originally belonged to the United Nations combat forces on the urban streets have now changed their functions and are directing the evacuation of inland residents:

"This way! People of Denmark!"

"You should all already understand the evacuation plan, please don't do anything unrelated to evacuation!"

"Don't crowd, don't push each other, don't carry things that have no meaning other than escaping, lighten the burden on you!"

"Hey, that man over there, you don't have ears, do you?"

"..."

Spreading his eagle wings and flying quickly over the evacuated streets, Sam Wilson suddenly controlled the eagle wings to close in front of him, kicked out with his right foot, broke open a glass window, and jumped into the corridor of a more than 30-story commercial building. .

Compared with people who have already left the residential and commercial buildings, some buildings that have not yet been emptied still need personnel to urge and guide people inside to go downstairs.

Several 'Red Wings' followed Sam and flew to the outside of the building, flying around the commercial building, ready to report detected information and possible dangers to Sam Wilson in the building at any time to prepare for the evacuation. Take precautions in advance.

"I came on my own initiative, Yeah, I don't regret it, not at all..."

Sam Wilson put away his eagle wings and ran quickly down the corridor. At the same time, he kept convincing himself:

"Putting people's safety first, that's it, that's the priority right now."

"Whether it's the front line or killing the enemy, these residents need me more."

Without explaining the situation carefully to anyone, Sam Wilson left the Avengers team and flew to the Nordic interior alone, because he consciously saw something that the other Avengers did not see.

The Earth side has very few troops to defend against foreign enemies. Some of the enemy troops attacking inland always bypass the Earth side's resistance and reach the interior.

If he takes the overall situation into consideration, he should stay on the battlefield, but Sam Wilson can never let these monsters break into the city and attack unarmed citizens, even though there are troops sent by the United Nations here to do their work... ....

"Imagine if it was Steve... what would he do?"

Whenever he sees a Frost Giant slipping through the net and rushing inland, Sam Wilson always has this question in his mind that keeps asking himself.

And Sam Wilson who questions himself like this always gets the same answer: "He would not hesitate to do what I am doing now."

Although he missed the days when he fought side by side with Steve Rogers countless times, Sam had to tell himself that now he needed to get used to facing this alone.

Whether this would help others recognize him as the second Captain America, he didn't care.

"You can make the choice you think is right, Falcon," Sam Wilson concentrated his attention and said firmly.

"Ouch~" He exhaled with a strange accent, took out the vibranium shield in his left hand, and held the gun in his right hand. Sam Wilson, who was running, made a slight adjustment and stopped, then kicked out a chain in front of him that was stuck. iron gate.

Behind the iron gate, there was a panicked crowd that Red Wing detected.

With a solemn face, Sam Wilson stood outside the door and loudly urged the people inside: "Time is running out, everyone, move quickly, form a team and go downstairs to gather at the evacuation location specified by the United Nations outside!"

As the voice fell, more than a dozen panicked figures who originally screamed stopped screaming and ran obediently towards the direction of Sam Wilson's finger.

In order to prevent accidents, he kept staring at the people heading downstairs until they disappeared from his sight. Then Sam Wilson retracted his gaze and ran towards the next target upstairs.

The flying figure shuttled through the corridor, but before running very far, a vague conversation sound suddenly penetrated into his ears through the wall of the corridor. Sam Wilson immediately stopped and walked to the iron door on one side in confusion. He leaned his head against the door and listened carefully to the sounds coming from the other side of the iron door:

"So, as the world's most capable international organization to resist and end this war, how could the United Nations entrust a war that affects the fate of all countries on the planet to the hands of outsiders?"

"The outsiders you are talking about, are you referring to the thousands of Asgardians? But the Avengers are not considered outsiders after all, right?"

"Avengers, not counting outsiders, used to have to act under the leadership of the United Nations. I bet a bottle of Lafite red wine that the United Nations combat troops have begun to prepare for an ambush against those monsters. If they get the opportunity, they will take action. Bet ..."

However, before the people inside could finish saying "bet or not", they saw Sam Wilson on the other side of the iron gate, who once again kicked open the iron gate and stood in front of them.

A fat man in police uniform stopped dancing immediately. There were three or two figures in front of him looking at him blankly. It was not difficult for Sam Wilson to guess that they were the United Nations troops who were also performing the evacuation of residents. personnel.

After evacuating this floor, these people obviously chose to be lazy here for a while and brag about their skills.

"Are you dissatisfied with the logistics support role of the United Nations? They are still just some shrimp soldiers, but they don't do what they should do, but they are here to give guidance..." Sam Wilson summed it up in his heart, and quickly stepped forward to confront him. They educate a few words.

It just happened that at this moment, a roaring sound of building collapse suddenly came from a place a hundred meters away.

Moving quickly to the edge of the floor, Sam Wilson could only see the evacuated crowd below who turned their heads to the right at the same time, and could not see what was happening where the sound came from.

Without thinking much, he quickly lowered his head and fiddled with the control panel on his wrist. Sam Wilson controlled a red wing waiting outside the building to fly in the direction of the movement.

A dozen Frost Giants, who broke into the inland and wreaked havoc due to the negligence of the frontline combat troops, appeared in the sight of Sam Wilson's goggles connected to Red Wing.

With a frown on his face, Sam Wilson spread his eagle wings on his back, and was about to break through the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him and rush toward the source of the movement.

But when he thought of the conversation between those United Nations staff just now, Sam Wilson's movements suddenly stopped.

Turning around, he saw a police officer like himself standing on the edge with his head sticking out to observe the scene outside. Sam Wilson quickly came to the fat man in police uniform, stretched out his right palm and patted him hard. Shoulder, he said seriously:

"Heroes do not distinguish between combat areas."

This sentence is a response to his dissatisfaction with his current job, because isn't he, Sam Wilson, doing the same thing?

Without wasting another second, Sam turned around and rushed out of the building, flying away from the area.

Several people stood there and stared at Sam Wilson's leaving figure. It took a long time to recover from the scene that had just happened.

"If I'm not mistaken, the black brother who just tapped me on the shoulder with a pair of mechanical wings behind his back is the recently controversial second-generation Captain America, right?" The fat police officer asked doubtfully to several other colleagues.

"To be precise, he is the successor to the second-generation Captain America," one of the police officers nodded and replied, "that is, the falcon that Captain America often had at hand - Sam Wilson."

Hearing his colleague confirm what he said, the fat man couldn't help but smile.

"Well, heroes have no distinction between fields," the fat police officer said with disdain, stroking the shoulder of the police uniform that Sam Wilson had patted just now:

"We are not heroes."