Marvel: It Starts with a Spell

"Ah? Did you hurt your head?" The nurse looked at him suspiciously.

"Uh, my head hurts." Li Huang rubbed his head deliberately.

"Well, poor kid, you may have really hurt your brain. Fortunately, there are a lot of recruitment advertisements printed in magazines recently. You can take a look at them." The nurse handed a magazine to Li Huang.

"If you need to change the dressing, call the doctor or nurse. You have a lot of IV drips." The nurse twisted her waist and left the ward. Li Huang rubbed his head and recalled the situation before he fainted. It seemed that he was teleported to an alley after being shot, and then the turtle disappeared. He didn't remember anything about what happened afterwards...

Feeling a slight tingling in his brain again, Li Huang stopped thinking, took the magazine and began to flip through it, wanting to see what the so-called "recruitment advertisement" was.

"The Stark Expo will be held on June 6th next year..."

"The 107th Infantry Regiment raided the German army..."

"Hilary..."

"The Italian Army..."

"join the army……"

Li Huang frowned as he flipped through the magazine. According to the content of the magazine, he had arrived in 1942, which was no longer something that could be achieved by talismans or telepathy.

"Wait, there's an episode in the original novel where Xiaoyu's talisman was sent back to the past by the rabbit talisman. At that time, the rabbit talisman was hit by something designed by the researcher in District 13. Could it be that this is why I came to this era? The rabbit talisman resonated with the telepathic transmission, causing me to go back to the past? How can I go back? Do I need to find the rabbit talisman now?"

"Hey, do you want to join the army too?" A deep voice filled with joy came from the door, interrupting Li Huang's thoughts.

Li Huang put down the magazine and saw a thin blond young man push the door open and sit down beside the bed.

"I'm Steve, Steve Rogers. Yesterday I found you lying in a pool of blood in an alley with gunshot wounds. I sent you to the hospital. By the way, I don't know your name yet."

"Um, hello Steve, my name is Li Huang, and my last name is Li." He didn't expect that it was the thin young man in front of him who sent him to the hospital. He could be considered his savior.

"Li, where is your family's contact information? I'll help you contact them." Steve asked with concern. Li Huang looked at Steve with a concerned face and shook his head: "I don't have any family..."

"Ah, you are an orphan... Sorry, that's not what I meant, I, I mean, I am an orphan too..." Steve stuttered.

Li Huang smiled and said, "It's okay. I haven't thanked you for saving me yet."

The two chatted about this and that. Li Huang learned that Steve's father was a soldier who died on the battlefield due to mustard gas in World War I, and his mother was a nurse who unfortunately died of tuberculosis at work.

When Li Huang heard this, and thought of the blond guy in front of him, he thought of the previous Stark Group and immediately thought of the famous Captain America Steve Rogers, who had the same name and experience.

Li Huang probed: "I think I saw you in Brooklyn, with a tall and strong man, right?"

Steve smiled after hearing this and said, "Ah, that guy is my good friend, Bucky. He is also an orphan. We met in the orphanage. Maybe I can introduce him to you. You two will definitely become good friends."

At this time, there was a sound of someone pushing the door open. "Hey, you two guys look pretty good." A doctor with a mustache pushed the door open and said, "I heard you woke up. Can I pay for your medical treatment and surgery?"

Steve asked, "Didn't I already pay the fee?"

"Young man, the money you paid has been used up. We have to charge more. After all, we are not doing charity and cannot treat you for free." The doctor with a mustache looked at the two of them with a bad face: "You, are you out of money?"

"Doctor, my money is all at home. I'll have someone send it over tomorrow." Li Huang said this, and after some persuasion, the doctor nodded and left the ward.

"Where is your home? Let me get the money for you. I have to go to work in the factory tomorrow and can't come." Steve said kindly. But then he realized something was wrong. Who would ask an orphan for the home address and location of his property? What he just said sounded like he was going to take advantage of Li Huang's injury in the hospital to steal his money.

Li Huang smiled and said, "No need. You can't get into my house. I'll have someone bring it over. By the way, can you give me your home address? It will be convenient for me to come and have tea with you."

"Well, my address is..."

The two chatted about the war again. Steve told Li Huang about his repeated failures in joining the army and his desire to serve the country.

After Steve left, Li Huang flipped through the magazine and found an illustrated article about the Brooklyn area, which talked about the public security situation in Brooklyn during the war.

This picture was taken under a dim street light, with bloodstains and scattered bullet casings on the ground, creating a very atmospheric feeling.

……

"Swoosh! Snap!" Li Huang landed on the ground, covering his head. Under the dim light of the street lights, spider-web-like cracks appeared on the surrounding road.

"What's going on? This is clearly the unstable control transmission that only occurred when I first started using my ability."

"Hmm... uh... uh..." A man's low groan was heard not far away. Li Huang looked in the direction of the sound and saw several burly men with large tattoos holding sticks and machetes, and a man in a suit and leather shoes, staring at Li Huang who appeared out of nowhere in a hospital gown. A groaning man was lying at their feet.

The man in the suit pulled out a pistol from his arms and pointed it at Li Huang: "Get lost, you damn mutant."

Hearing this, Li Huang, who was originally planning to leave, stopped.

Li Huang raised his head slightly, his face gloomy, and glanced at a few people. He had no intention of arguing with them and was ready to leave.

The man in the suit laughed contemptuously: "So you're still a yellow monkey."

Several strong men burst into laughter.

"What did you say?" Li Huang asked in a grim tone.

"I said Huang..."

A streak of red flame flashed across the sky, and a red flame burned on the man's gun-holding hand.

"Ahhh! Cut him! Cut him to death!" the man in the suit howled in pain.

Several sturdy men hesitated, and Li Huang smiled: "Cut off his tongue, and you can leave here safely."

Li Huang held up a ball of fire in his hand and looked at them.

The sturdy men looked at each other, turned around and pulled up the man in the suit whose hands were burned by the flames and who could no longer hold the gun.

"What are you going to do...let me go...don't...don't...Ah!!!!!!"

When one of them really came over with a human tongue, Li Huang waved his hand in disgust and told them to get out. One of the sturdy men picked up the man in the suit and ran away from the scene.

The flames on Li Huang's body went out, and he turned to leave. Unexpectedly, the man who had just been beaten called out to him, "Sir, please save me."

Li Huang approached the man, a blond white man lying on the ground.

Li Huang was about to speak.

A deep voice came from behind: "Hey! Don't bully the weak!"