Marvel turns into Iron Man

The white putty walls, the green dado painted with poor quality paint, and the creaking sound of the ceiling fan waking up the person on the bed.

In such a room with the style of the [-]s, Steve Rogers lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

He slowly sat up from the bed, leaning against the pillow behind him, his expression was a little dazed, but he was also subconsciously looking at the environment around him.

Before he became Captain America, he was an excellent soldier, and the soldier was naturally vigilant enough to everything around him.

In particular - my memory seems to be a little bit wrong, I should have fought Hydra on the front line of Germany before I fell into a coma.

"The Dodgers are tied 4-4 again... Another great day at Ibbets Field."

On the window sill, an indistinct sound of a live football game was broadcast from the wooden radio.

"The Phillies have tied the score 4-4, but the Dodgers still have three bench players ready to go. …"

Listening to the rebroadcast sound from the radio with a little bit of noisy electric sound, Rogers' expression was a little dignified.

Just as he was staring at the old-fashioned radio in a daze, there was the sound of the door being opened behind him.

A woman wearing a light green military shirt and a dark green skirt, typical of the U.S. Army, opened the door and entered.

She combed her long wavy hair, her face seemed to have some powder on her face, but her lips were painted a captivating crimson.

"Good morning - or rather, good afternoon, good to see you awake."

The woman showed a sweet smile towards Rogers on the bed, looking very tasteful.

"Where am I?"

But on the bed, Steve Rogers asked with no comprehension.

"This is a recovery ward in New York, Captain."

"The Dodgers lead, 8-4, oh, the Dodgers -- the crowd is on their feet!"

Although there was nothing wrong with the other party's words, Rogers still frowned.

He turned his head and glanced at the window beside him. The off-white gauze curtains were swaying gently with the wind.

Through the window sash, Rogers could clearly see the neatly arranged windows of another building not far away.

Outside the window, there were bursts of crowd noise from downstairs, mixed with the sound of car horns.

It seemed that there was a busy street downstairs, but Rogers didn't feel the slightest smoke.

Although Steve Rogers had just come out of the ice at this time, he didn't look weak at all.

His demeanor changed in an instant, and the room suddenly became a little depressed. His sharp eyes carefully sized up the woman in front of him.

"Tell me, where the hell am I, honestly—"

He stared at the lady officer in front of him who didn't wear the epaulettes and asked, his voice became a little harsh.

The lady officer was taken aback when she heard the words, but she remained calm under Rogers' staring gaze.

"Captain, I don't understand your words..."

A smile appeared on her face again, but she shook her head lightly, with a confused look on her face.

That smile was exactly the same as when she came in. It might deceive others, but it couldn't deceive him at all.

"The sound outside the window is coming from the floor, the building opposite is a painting, even this room..."

With that said, Rogers got out of bed, but strode to the wall beside the bed.

With the woman's flustered expression, she only punched a hole the size of a bowl on the wall.

Under his iron fist, the thin plaster and wood wall couldn't stop him at all, the entire wall was fake.

"I was at the scene of the football game on the radio. Let me ask you one last time, what is this place like?"

His sharp eyes were fixed on the woman in front of him, and the other party was also looking up at Rogers, who was showing a dangerous aura.

Steve Rogers, even though he has been sleeping for more than seventy years, is still the powerful and dangerous super soldier.

Captain America is synonymous with strength - he killed countless people on the battlefield of World War II, full of blood.

Facing such a captain, even the experienced female agent who had undergone systematic training couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

She was afraid that if she showed any problems, the dangerous man in front of her would treat her as an enemy and simply kill her.

But the more flustered she was, the more dangerous the expression on Rogers' face became—until she accidentally touched something in her hand.

It was a small siren, and at the touch of a button, someone would rush in to make sure the room was safe.

"Captain, I—"

The female agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. opened her mouth slowly, but before she could speak, the door behind her was suddenly knocked open.

Behind her, two Quick Reaction Force agents in black SWAT uniforms rushed in.

Rogers stared at the two agents as if he had encountered some scourge.

The sharp gaze stunned the two agents. They didn't react for a while, but they didn't dare to move.

Because they knew very well that the tall, serious man standing in front of them was a national meritorious hero.

If they do it, not to mention whether they can subdue Captain America, they will probably be dismissed as well.

That's Captain America, the hero who helped the United States win World War II. If you really do it yourself, then you will...

The two agents didn't dare to do anything, but Captain Rogers didn't have any worries. The next second, the two agents were directly beaten out by the captain.

The two flying bodies directly smashed the thin layer of poor plaster and plywood walls in the room.

Rogers looked at the hole in the wall, and outside was a room wrapped in metal. He didn't have time to think too much, and rushed out immediately.

"Attention all units, situation -13, the captain ran out - repeat, the captain left the room."

Just after Rogers rushed out of the room, the female agent reluctantly picked up the walkie-talkie, and her voice immediately rang through the entire building.

No one stopped him, Steve Rogers simply rushed to the corridor of the building, and ran towards the other side of the corridor.

In the corridor, those pedestrians in black suits saw him and heard the announcement, and immediately put down what they were doing.

Whether they are clerks or agents here, they all have a common identity, that is, agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

And the most important thing - if Captain America is allowed to run out like this, the result may become unmanageable.

His identity is too important, even if it is recovered, it cannot be exposed to the public like this.

But the problem is - they are all ordinary people, even if they have been trained by S.H.I.E.L.D., they are just a group of ordinary people.

Relying on his superhuman physical strength, Rogers quickly got rid of the pursuit, rushed out of the building, and ran into the distance.

The New York branch of S.H.I.E.L.D. is located on Broadway East, half a street away from Times Center Square.

A large number of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents rushed out of the offices of the sub-bureau, and followed in the footsteps of Captain Rogers towards Times Square.

"Warning, attention of all units of the New York Branch, Captain Rogers has arrived in Times Square—"

As a large number of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents arrived one after another, soon, Times Square, which was already crowded with people, caused a big riot.

This is Times Square in New York, where dozens of large shopping malls and theaters gather, and it is the central area of ​​New York City.

The Broadway theaters, the neon tube advertisements all over the building, and the TV billboards made Rogers dizzy.

Of course he recognized this place, it was Times Square, but it was fundamentally different from the dilapidated Times Square in his memory.

In front of him, the street was full of pedestrians and vehicles. Although it was bustling and lively, it gave him an extremely strange feeling.

Soon, dozens of black Chevrolet Subbans came from all directions and surrounded Times Square.

The scene became chaotic in an instant. Fortunately, those SHIELD agents immediately separated the center of the square from the outside.

I'm afraid some departments will be unlucky in this matter.

One of the black SUVs drove straight to Rogers who was in the middle of the square, and got down from it.

"Listen—I'm so sorry for the somewhat shoddy performance."

"Our psychologists believe that you need time to accept the change."

It was a black man in a long black trench coat and a one-eyed mask, looking a bit majestic.

"As I said earlier, it's impossible for a muscular guy like him to understand your intentions."

After Nick Fury, Miss Stark also got out of the car, but there was a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"What are you talking about, what happened to me?"

Rogers didn't care about the tall woman standing next to Nick Fury, he just wanted to know the truth.

The black man seemed to be the leader of the group, so he naturally chose to confront Nick Fury directly.

"You have been asleep for 70 years, Captain Rogers, until recently we dug you out of the ice."

"To be precise, I discovered it, and it was the equipment I provided that shaved you out of the ice."

Miss Stark chuckled, followed closely behind Nick Fury, and said braggingly.

Hearing the words of the two singing together, the memory that seemed to be muddied in Rogers' mind gradually became clear.

He remembered what happened before he fell into a deep sleep, and what happened when he piloted the aircraft into the sea.

He thought of the Red Skull swallowed by the Rubik's Cube, and the bone-piercing waves of sea water that shattered the porthole and poured into the cockpit.

The same - he thought of a person, a person hidden deep in his memory, a person he had made an appointment with.

Countless memories were intertwined to form a bizarre scene, and Rogers was in a trance.

"So....is the war over?"

It took him a few seconds to sort out his emotions, and asked again, but this time there was a slight tremor in his voice.

"It's over, thanks to your success in crushing Hydra's plot and winning us the victory."

Nick Fury slowly explained to Rogers that his dark complexion made it difficult to see his expression clearly.

"Then why do you wake me up, this world doesn't need me anymore."

Rogers sighed somewhat sadly, his eyes were already full of sadness at the moment.

He survived and became a hero, but lost the chance to get back with his beloved girl.

"You're wrong, very wrong - the world needs you more than ever."

Miss Stark stepped forward slowly, stretched out her hand, and patted Steve Rogers on the shoulder lightly.

But how could Rogers, who had recovered, care about her comfort, he was remembering another person.

For 70 years, two people who love each other have missed the whole 70 years, how many 70 years can a person live.

"I said earlier, he is not ready to face all this, you have to wake him up—"

Looking at Rogers, Miss Stark sighed helplessly, and looked at Nick Fury beside her with resentment.

From the very beginning, she wanted to stop S.H.I.E.L.D. from trying to wake up Steve Rogers, but the other party wouldn't listen.

Maybe the existence of Captain America is too important to them, and she has nothing to do.

"—he needs time to come to terms with it all, and I'll arrange for a trauma specialist."

After hearing Miss Stark's words, Nick Fury waved lightly, telling the agents to prepare to evacuate the square.

"She is still alive, you still have time to go and see her, cherish the time."

The last words were addressed to Steve Rogers, who lifted his head momentarily.

"And you, Miss Stark, with such a big incident, I'm afraid I won't be able to spare time in the afternoon."

"As for our meeting, I will arrange it in the evening, see you then—"

With that said, Nick Fury turned around slowly, but left with Steve Rogers.

"You—who are you really, why don't you be so unreasonable."

Miss Stark complained softly, and then a resentful expression appeared on her face.

But Maria Hill, who was standing beside Miss Stark, smiled lightly and didn't say anything.