Marvel turns into Iron Man

Rogers' keen intuition led him and Natasha to the entrance of an underground facility on the side of the square.

Looking at the lock on the gate, he just hesitated for a moment before smashing the lock with the edge of the shield.

Walking down the stairs, what appeared in front of the two was a rather large underground space.

It's just the flashlight on Natasha's phone, but it can only illuminate a small area.

Fortunately, there is a power switch on a pillar at the end of the stairs——

"Luckey, at least there's still light to work."

Natasha flipped the power switch, and with a low buzzing sound, the lights were lit one by one.

It wasn't until this time that the two noticed that this place seemed to be an underground office facility, complete with desks and chairs.

However, although the office tools and equipment are complete, there is nothing of value to be seen here.

Similarly, on the concrete wall at the end of the corridor of the basement office, a pattern exuding the atmosphere of the times caught the two's minds.

"So, is this a SHIELD facility..."

Rogers looked at the eagle emblem painted on the wall and muttered, but his thoughts fell into another layer of memories.

The eagle emblem with a sense of age is slightly different from the eagle emblem of S.H.I.E.L.D., especially the shield above.

That is what Rogers is most familiar with. The shield badge he used during World War II is also the symbol of the SSR Strategic Science Corps.

So, the answer came out naturally. This is the facility when the Strategic Science Corps formed the S.H.I.E.L.D.

The office area is not big, it seems that the entire underground facility only has this big space.

The wall on the other side is made of wood, with a large piece of glass inlaid on it to separate it from the office area.

There were no other rooms in other places, so such a room naturally caught Rogers' attention.

So the two walked over and slowly pushed open the door of the room, revealing rows of empty shelves inside.

Probably a warehouse that used to store documents, Natasha thought to herself, but saw Rogers' dull expression.

She followed his gaze, but there were several portraits hanging on the opposite wall.

"That's Stark's father, Howard."

She pointed to the man with the mustache on the top, and then set her eyes on the portrait next to her.

It was not the first time that Natasha saw the person in the portrait, Peggy Carter, the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D., Rogers' girlfriend.

Rogers stared at Carter's portrait quietly, but in the end he left without saying anything.

Natasha followed him, walking through the vacant shelves to a more inward position.

Until the two of them heard a strange sound at the same time—it was the sound of wind.

Natasha put her index finger in the gap between the racks that were making noise in front of her, and felt a mild wind.

"There shouldn't be wind noise in the basement, so it must be...some secret passage."

As Rogers said, he stretched out his hand to close the gap, and pulled the entire shelf aside.

Exactly as he expected, the shelf seemed to be movable, and easily slid to the side, revealing a path.

At the end of the path, there is also a lamp that can be used for lighting, and the two slowly walked in.

"It's an elevator—"

As Natasha spoke, she reached out and took the phone out of her pocket.

After she opened an app, a light blue light was projected and swept across the password pad in front of the elevator.

Although there is an elevator in this underground facility, it seems to be very old in terms of age.

Light analyzed the password through some special methods and displayed it on the screen of the mobile phone.

Natasha didn't say anything, just pressed the four numbers 8539 according to the numbers given above.

As the small green light above the password pad lights up, some old elevator doors slide open slowly.

The two walked into the elevator together, but there were only two buttons on the elevator's control keyboard.

When Rogers pressed the [Down] button, the elevator made a mechanical sound, and then began to descend slowly.

Accompanied by the continuous squeaking sound from the top of the head, it seems to be lack of lubrication due to lack of maintenance for a long time.

After running for more than ten seconds, the elevator finally stopped at a distance of several hundred meters from the ground.

After waiting for the elevator door to open, what appeared in front of the two was another dark underground space.

It's not that there is no light at all. When Rogers stepped out of the elevator door with his left foot, the lights in the entire basement turned on.

In Natasha's surprised eyes, what the two saw together was a dusty room.

There seems to be a large computer, screen, console, and servers behind it.

It's just not just the computer screen, almost the whole room is eating dust, and it seems that no one has been in for a long time.

"This... this can't be the data source, the equipment here is all antiques from the last century..."

Natasha said, but her eyes scanned the old room full of old things.

However, when her gaze swept across the operating platform in the center of the room, her expression suddenly changed to an ugly one.

On the platform, which she thought was only made up of antiques from the last century, was a boxy data receiver.

And judging from the above, it seems that it has not been long since its new appearance, and it belongs to the current era.

"...Well, it seems that I have to take back what I said earlier."

She took out the gray mobile hard drive from her jacket pocket and inserted it into the slot of the data receiver.

And when the hard disk is connected to the receiver, all the lights in the entire room are lit up, and all the servers are also running.

These old antiques from the last century were lit at this time, making a strange buzzing sound, but they sounded strangely harmonious when they were assembled together.

And without the two of them noticing, the 64-inch large display in the center of the console was lit up without anyone operating it.

"Rogers, Steve, born 1918, Romanoff, Natasha Alia Lozner, born 1984."

A strange-sounding male voice came out of the audio equipment, and in the center of the screen were green lines forming a person's face.

"What is this - a video?"

Natasha looked at the screen with vigilance and guard.

"I'm not a video, miss."

PS:

Go to the cinema tomorrow to see Brother Hammer swinging the hammer