Superman in Marvel: Practicing Devouring Techniques, Unrivaled in the Universe

"Why not?" Tony thought there was nothing wrong with that.

He pressed his right hand against the glass.

"In the writings and videos left by the old guy, the most mentioned thing is his own inventions, followed by Steve Rogers. We even have to rank behind this 70-year-old popsicle."

Tony looked at Captain America on the other side.

"From those words, I saw nothing but praise, endless praise, as if the description was not a real person."

“I wanted to see how unlike a human being he could be,” he said.

Leon nodded: "So, you are jealous, right?"

"Because of jealousy, you want to drag Captain America into the Avengers and defeat him with your achievements?"

Tony was only praised by his strict father in the video footage left by Howard.

But Captain America received high praise from Howard.

Of course Tony was extremely angry about this.

Maybe he is already planning how to prove that he is better than Captain America.

The first meeting between the two was bound to be somewhat tense.

"Jealous? You think I'd be jealous of him? God, jealous of a man who's been frozen for seventy years?" Tony asked back immediately.

Obviously one of his pain points was hit.

He wanted to change Leon's mind.

"Do you see Coulson over there?" Tony pointed at Coulson on the other side of the glass.

“He’s a Captain America fan.

If he hadn't been very active in promoting this rescue plan.

I will definitely keep the Mr. Popsicle inside frozen under the ice.

Instead of coming out to face this strange modern world.

I am such a caring person, and you think I would be jealous of him?"

Leon looked at Coulson who was standing beside Captain America's bed.

The bald, middle-aged agent was indeed staring at Captain America intently, and there seemed to be a light in his eyes.

Come to think of it, Coulson also looked at him like this when they met a few times before...

"Maybe." Lyon did not comment.

He suddenly said to the air: "Jarvis, what do you think?"

Jarvis immediately responded through a loudspeaker next to Leon: "Master Leon, I can prove that Coulson does like Captain America, but the rescue plan was actually promoted by Mr. Stark."

Leon spread his hands towards Tony: “Look, it’s not that I don’t believe you, but you are distorting the facts.”

"..." Tony opened his mouth.

He suddenly felt that it might not be a good thing for Jarvis to have feelings.

"Okay, just a little curious." Tony turned his head away, "but definitely not jealous."

"Master, I also don't think Mr. Stark is jealous. He has never been a jealous person." Jarvis added.

"See, Jarvis still knows me better!" Tony smiled again.

Leon smiled and shook his head. Jarvis now knows how to make Tony happy.

"Whatever you say." He looked at Coulson, "But why is Coulson still here?"

"He is Nick Fury's confidant, right? Now you are bringing the Avengers agents to intervene in the Skrulls' affairs. Why don't you send him away first?"

"It will be soon. Once Rogers wakes up, Coulson will go to Africa to negotiate with Wakanda. Now he just wants to say a few words to his idol before leaving."

Tony said, "Besides, although Nick Fury's cronies trust him, they may not trust the Skrulls."

"When S.H.I.E.L.D. was reorganized into the Avengers, Hawkeye and Hill reported to me about the green-skinned aliens."

"Any normal earthling would be wary of those who can change their appearance."

“Really?” Leon nodded. “It seems their thinking has not yet been assimilated by the black salted egg.”

"No one knows what Nick Fury is thinking." Tony checked the time: "There are still seven minutes... Are you sure Mr. Popsicle is okay?"

He frowned slightly: "According to Jarvis's prediction, he should wake up within half an hour."

"But now Rogers still looks like he is sleeping soundly."

"Don't worry, he's healthy," Leon replied. "All cells in his body are intact. It's a miracle."

"And the activity of his nerve cells is gradually increasing."

"Jarvis is right, he'll wake up soon."

Leon changed the subject: "But why do I suddenly feel that we are now like a group of dwarfs, nervously waiting for Snow White to wake up?"

Tony was amused: "So he didn't wake up because he couldn't wait to kiss his prince?"

"Why don't you go and kiss him awake, Prince Tony?" Leon teased.

"Sorry, Pepper said I can only kiss her now."

Tony tapped on the glass. "Any kid who's read the Captain America storybook knows that Rogers owes Peggy Carter a dance. Maybe what we should do is invite Aunt Carter...Agent Carter."

"Carter..." Leon stopped talking.

On the other side of the glass, Steve Rogers opened his eyes!

Those ice-blue eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and were confused.

The first thing Steve saw was the unfamiliar ceiling, and his nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Then, his neural network, which had been frozen for more than half a century, gradually revived.

Scenes from the past came flooding back.

His memory finally froze on the moment of the crash.

The glacier seemed to be getting closer and closer before his eyes.

But in the blink of an eye, the glacier turned into a ceiling that smelled of disinfectant.

Where is this place?

In just a moment, Captain America became alert.

He exerted strength from his waist and abdomen, straightened up and half-knelt on the bed, holding the thin white blanket in his hand, ready to use it as a weapon for defense and to block his vision.

"Who are you and where is this place?" he questioned the guards around him.

While Steve was looking at several people, he was also observing the layout of the house with his peripheral vision.

Captain America, enhanced by the Super Soldier Serum, is extremely versatile.

He is proficient in multiple languages, masters various fighting techniques and comprehensive cold weapon combat techniques...

Just a quick glance.

He memorized the layout of the room.

Under him was a medical bed, and next to him were large and sophisticated instruments, which also looked like medical equipment.

Besides.

There are only four walls and one door in the room.

One wall has a huge mirror built into it.

The other three sides are all covered with posters with large characters.

The posters have dates written on the top, ranging from the 1950s to the early 21st century.

There are six posters in total.

Below the date are rubbings of photos.

From household appliances and communication equipment to transportation and urban development.

Hundreds of photos record the changes in the world in chronological order.

Steve's vigilant eyes slowly turned into a little confused.

The photos on the wall, which did not look fake, made him feel that things were not quite as he had imagined.

Look around and see people wearing white coats or suits.

These people never showed any hostility.

Instead, they all looked at him with curiosity and surprise, and some even looked at him with admiration...

Steve suddenly felt inexplicably frightened.

"Where is this place?" he asked again, but loosened the thin blanket in his hand.

"Captain, you're finally awake!" Bald Coulson hurried forward, his hands on his hips, looking uneasy.

"It is 2008. You have been frozen for nearly 70 years and finally woke up. Welcome to the modern era, Captain!"

Steve stared at Coulson in amazement.

"70…years?"

His head turned little by little, his eyes pausing on the posters around him in timeline.

Every time your eyes jump to the next poster, some things in the previous one will disappear, and be replaced by something new, a brand new look.

The long passage of time is epitomized in a few posters, which makes people feel so sad.

The photos on those posters are both familiar and unfamiliar.

No matter how advanced the equipment is or how different the streets are in the photos.

He could also vaguely see some familiar shadows.

But those shadows did not belong to him; they had disappeared in the torrent of time, leaving him alone outside of time.

Could it be that he was really frozen for seventy years?

Steve felt extremely dazed and his head was spinning.

There was only one thought in his mind.

Has that person also disappeared with time, buried in some poster from the 1990s or 1980s?

Has he missed the dance he had agreed to?