Marvel Naruto Crusoe

"Susan, do you...have a grandfather who was a super hero during World War II?"

Susan didn't understand Rhett's humor. She looked at the two photos on the computer in confusion, not knowing what Rhett meant. ? ?

There are two photos, one of Johnny Burning in his Fantastic Four uniform, and one of Captain America Rogers in color in his star-and-stripe tight uniform.

"Hey, Rhett, isn't this our new uniform?" Johnny was the quickest to respond: "Oh my God, this is so ugly, I'd rather wear the one with all the logos on it."

"Yes, that's the only way you can make money." Ben taunted Johnny mercilessly, and then changed the subject: "Well, Rhett, I have to say, this suit is really not as good as the one advertised by the fire boy. Nice label."

Reid heard everyone's comments, and this is the reaction. Susan and the others haven't read the information yet, and they don't know that there are actually two people.

"Listen to me, man, I'm not talking about new uniforms." Rhett explained: "The one in my hand, let alone the one on the right, is Johnny, and the one on the left is not Johnny, it's Super hero during World War II, Captain America Rogers."

"..."

"..."

"..."

The three of them didn't react at all, as if they heard a passer-by, A, B, C, Ding, they didn't have any impression at all.

He was a super hero during World War II. Not many people still remember him now.

Except for collectors like Colson who like antiques.

Oh, by the way, there are people like Rhett, who, as Johnny's friend, accidentally saw Rogers' information and photos.

No way, Reid could only take out his phone and search for Rogers' information.

Now is the information age.

Soon, the three of Susan understood the whole story, and then——

Susan expressed a look of bewilderment!

Johnny said he was dumbfounded! !

......

United States, Washington, S.H.I.E.L.D., boxing ring.

Fury, who was on the phone with Rhett just now, went out in person to find someone here.

A WWII-era myth.

A human being who was buried under extreme ice for 70 years and is still alive.

"Touch! Spray! Peng!"

The sound of punches with different sounds and colors came from the hands of a strong and handsome white man. He was not wearing boxing gloves, but the sandbags still couldn't help flying out.

This is no longer a power that ordinary people can achieve.

Fury was on the side, watching carefully.

The Caucasian man's boxing strength varies, which shows that his heart is not on the sandbag practice, and he doesn't know what else he is thinking about.

Perhaps thinking of something unpleasant, the white man punched more frequently. Gradually, the punches exceeded what the sandbag could bear. The consequences were -

"Peng!"

"Shushashasha~"

The big sturdy sandbag used by the military was directly blown up by the white man, and when it flew out, the thick sand in it scattered all over the ground.

"Why, didn't you sleep well last night?" Fury didn't speak until now.

As a superior, caring about the mental state of subordinates is also a kind of friendly management.

Hearing this, the white man quickly turned around cautiously. After seeing that it was Fury, he breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a sandbag and hung it up again, and kept talking.

"Sir, I have been sleeping for 70 years. I think I have slept enough."

"Then you should go out for a walk, the world has changed a lot."

Rogers glanced at Fury up and down, making sure that he didn't mean to mock his antiques, and then started to roll off the bandages wrapped around his hands.

 He is going to take a break.

"When I passed out, the world was still at war. When I woke up, I heard that we won... I wonder, what is the price of winning?"

Rogers meant something.

As an American soldier who lived earlier than Fury, Rogers knew that the price must be very high.

Fury's answer was even more intriguing.

"We've made a lot of mistakes over the years, even...including now."

While speaking, Fury stretched out his hand that had been behind his back. It was a file bag.

Rogers was busy arranging the bandages on his hands. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fury's movements, glanced at him, and immediately reacted.

"Sir, do you have a mission for me?"

"Yes."

"Let me integrate into the new world?" Rogers guessed.

"No, it's...you save it!" Fury reached out to open the folder and handed it over.

Rogers glanced inadvertently, and was stunned at the moment, ignoring the half-untied bandages in his hand, took the folder in Fury's hand, and fixed his eyes on that picture.

For him, not so long ago, he had seen it.

"Hydra's secret weapon?" Rogers guessed.

"No, it's not." Fury said: "This is howard Stark found it from the sea when he was searching for you."

"He and I have the same idea. This Rubik's Cube will be the key to eternal energy."

"However, this is exactly what the world needs most."

Rogers frowned and flipped through the simple information, and handed it back to Fury with one hand: "Who took it?"

"It's Loki." Fury's result folder: "He...is not from Earth."

"If you are willing to join us, we have to give you extra lessons."

"The world is changing so fast that it's beyond your imagination."

Hearing this, Rogers shrugged his shoulders indifferently, got up and picked up a bag of sandbags, and put them on his shoulders.

"I've already seen it."

"We bet ten dollars, you are wrong." Fury said blankly: "In your home, I have prepared a detailed information about the mission for you."

Rogers didn't respond and just walked back carrying the sand.

"Do you have any good suggestions for retrieving the Rubik's Cube?"

Fury jumped at any chance that he might recover the Rubik's Cube.

However, Rogers' answer was -

"You should have left it in the sea."

......

In the Atlantic Ocean, on the high seas, on a huge aircraft carrier.

A Quinjet fighter jet landed on the deck, and Natasha and Banner got down from it, and happened to meet Coulson who was picking up his idol Rogers.

Coulson still greeted everyone in a staid manner.

Natasha nodded helplessly, to convey Coulson's new mission.

Coulson was very pragmatic and walked directly to the bridge.

"See you later." Rogers said goodbye to Coulson happily.

It seems that the relationship between the two of them should be pretty good.

This is the opportunity for Natasha to look up and down the influential figure in front of her.

"Well... did Coulson faint when he saw you?" Natasha smiled happily: "Did he let you sign his collectibles?"

"Collectibles?" Rogers repeated, suspecting that he had misheard.

"That's him, the treasure he was once proud of."