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In the top private room of a hotel, an old man with gray hair and strong spirits used a finger to pick out a gap in the thick curtains. He looked at the continuous silver pouring rain outside the window, holding a cell phone in one hand and talking in his ear.

"I did it perfectly, but Nick is not that easy to fool. I know him, he even knows myself. He won't let it go."

“…”

The person on the other side of the phone seemed to have said something, and the old man continued, "I don't know. During this period, I have tested his attitude towards me and it is still the same. It seems that he doesn't know anything, but I can't tell at the moment whether he is doing a show or really doesn't know what I'm doing."

“…”

"I took the Viper, and she caused us a lot of trouble this time. I didn't even have a chance to let her go."

“…”

"So I killed her?" The old man seemed to hear a funny thing that made him laugh and sneered, "Otherwise? The woman is very scheming and skillful, she knows our existence. I cannot pin my expectations on her being able to remain silent under Nick's various torture methods, keep silent, and not expose us. I am not only saving myself, but also saving you!"

“…”

"I can certainly say that when I face her identification, she is scrambling and biting. I have been very cautious in my work over the years. But I can't be sure if there is any handle or evidence in her hands. I have seen her in the prison of SHIELD and asked her implicitly in a separate space."

The old man put down the curtains, changed his hand, and put the phone next to his other ear, "But she was so cunning that she didn't tell me anything. After I left her, Nick met her alone. It was private and there was no record left. Only the two of them at that time knew what they said. I was very uneasy."

“…”

"That's right, I helped Nick up at the beginning, and I pushed him behind me and sat down at his current position. He trusted me very much. But now everything has changed. Even though everything is as usual, I have sensitively sensed the change." The old man argued.

“…”

"Don't say anything sarcastic! If it weren't for me, you and Viper would have been exposed! Your biggest weakness is that you are not brave or resourceful, Strack! You want to follow Schmidt's old path. But Schmidt has been buried in his illusory pursuit of power, and I see you will fall to his step one day."

“…”

"Don't ironic me. My pursuit is indeed different from you and Viper, but my path is easier for the organization to achieve its ultimate mission. I like power and pursue it. Because of it, I have the most powerful force. This power is far from you and Viper, and the violence and horror advocated by Schmidt is much more useful."

“…”

"Of course. The one who can achieve the Red Skull Schmidt's last wish in the end will not be you, that person must be me! It can only be me! Because my path is the most correct. Schmidt's trick has proved that it wouldn't work back then."

“…”

"Of course I will succeed, and you don't need your blessings! Because I, you know how to be patient and take advantage of the situation. I have spent my whole life planning and waiting for the last moment to bear fruit. I'm happy to share some of my power with you at that time."

“…”

"There is no other intention. I just send you a message routinely. I need you to mobilize good men to cooperate with me. I must determine Nick recently and how long he should live under my hands. It is difficult for him to kill him."

"Recently, he took Colson and Black Widow and met Meng O and Tony Stark again. They stayed in the same room for more than half an hour. My people used all kinds of means but couldn't eavesdrop on anything. I needed some help when I was attacking Nick, so that these two troublemakers would not cause me some trouble."

“…”

"Aim Company? A familiar name, this piece is very good." The old man was very satisfied with the person on the other side's proposal. "Give you a message that is not irrelevant. Nick has found the captain. Yes, it was the Captain America Steve Rogers who disappeared with Schmidt back then. I believe that soon, we will soon see this old friend who made Schmidt lose."

...

The long darkness began to dissipate, and the body gradually became conscious from cold. Steve Rogers thought he had slept for a long, long, sweet sleep without dreams. A loud broadcasting sound broke his sleep, and his consciousness began to wake up little by little from the deepest part of his heart, just like his body.

The eyelids moved slightly, and the thin eyelids seemed to have a heavy weight that did not match its size. When Steve Rogers opened his eyes hazy and began to block the light that made him feel a little dazzling, from the opened eyes, he had seen the environment he was in.

It was not a hard deck of the aircraft, but a very comfortable bed under his body. The snow-white ceiling above his head, the squeaking ceiling fan, and the bright sunlight in the afternoon that made him feel a little weird.

He sat up with his arms on the edge of the bed. Steve Rogers didn't know how long he had slept. He clenched his fists, and the body that had been injected with super serum was still surging. He did not suffer any sequelae such as stiffness in his body and weak muscles after he had been in bed for a long time, nor did he suffer any pain and discomfort left behind after trauma.

Steve Rogers, who sat up, looked around the room.

It was not big, it was a bed, and he was very familiar with the style. There was a radio that was on the corner of the wall, which waking up the noise of him from his sleep came from the live broadcast of the game that was revealed in the radio.

"Then the Tao team was divided into four and four draws... There was no suspense in the score, he waved the bat... This young man has the ability to strike out the opponent again... The game played at Ez Baseball Stadium was really exciting..."

“…”

The door was suddenly opened from outside. A woman with brown curly hair, wearing a white shirt and a gray dress, dressed in the 1960s style, pushed the door and walked in. Seeing Steve Rogers who woke up, the woman looked at her watch and greeted Steve kindly, "Good morning, no, maybe, good afternoon."

"Where am I?" Steve Rogers asked as he looked at the woman, his tone as solemn and cautious as his face.

"You are in a postoperative recovery room in New York." The woman said softly. She smiled and replied to Steve Rogers' questions. Her brown eyes showed admiration and longing for the captain. She was like the girls in Steve Rogers' memory who had revealed to him at various cocktail parties and performances.

"…The Taoist team led by 84, the Taoist team..."

The radio was still chattering. Steve Rogers seemed to have finally caught something, listening with all his heart, while listening, he looked at the woman in front of him with serious eyes, and asked again, "Where am I?"

"Why do you need to repeat this question?" The woman's sweet smile on her face became a little embarrassed under the captain's questioning and scrutiny. Her hands were entangled unnaturally, her fingers were wrapped around and her palms were rubbed lightly, with a trick of being seen through and exposed, but she didn't understand where her tail was exposed.

"This game was in May 1941, and I remember it very clearly because I was on the scene!" Steve Rogers stood up from the hospital bed, approached the woman step by step, and spoke for the third time, "I'll ask again. Where am I?"

The woman's hand behind her back immediately pressed the sirens hidden in her fingers. Her face tried her best to maintain a smile, and she comforted her warmly, "Captain Rogers..."

"Who are you?" Steve Rogers ignored the woman's words and continued to ask. He felt too much confusion in his heart. He clearly remembered the last memory after he lost consciousness. When he woke up, he saw a familiar scene, but he felt unfamiliar, and at the same time, he felt panicking and uneasy.

The decoration of the room told him that he had not been asleep for long, but his subconscious mind told him that he had been sleeping for a long time.

The woman did not answer.

Because the door had been opened from outside again. Two large and round waisted agents in uniform walked in and wanted to grab Steve Rogers and calm him down. But their actions were like touching an emotional switch, causing the uneasy Steve Rogers to completely explode.

Two people, one in front and one behind, were directly knocked out and smashed the composite plastic plate to pieces. Steve Rogers jumped out of the smashed air and looked around, but found that there was a dark space around him, not like the corridor of a hospital.

Several ultra-large ultra-clear displays like a cinema screen. Facing the window of the room, the screen contains the tall buildings and scenery he saw in the room. Turning around and looking at the room where he escaped, Steve Rogers saw a built-in studio.

Steve Rogers suddenly felt panic. When he woke up and realized something was wrong, he became even more panicked. He was not afraid of the battlefield and powerful enemies, but this unknown environment could not reassure him. He saw a door, ignored the shouts of the woman behind him, and rushed out in the direction of the door.

He just wants to rush out now, rush out of this place that makes him feel uneasy, and see what changes have happened outside and where he is in this city.

There were many people trying to block him, but he turned his body one by one and broke free from them, and continued to run outside without stopping. When he rushed out of the building, he saw the pedestrians dressed in groups of three or three, and the streets were full of cars he was not familiar with.

Steve Rogers looked at him in panic and continued to run. He didn't know where he was going, because he had no impression of this place in his memory. He just wanted to run, wanted to escape from it, like running out of this street, and he would see the once familiar buildings and everything he had known before.

At this time, there was still drizzling drizzle in the sky, and most of the pedestrians on the road were walking with umbrellas. Steve Rogers, who was running wildly in the rain, attracted many people's attention for a while.

Steve Rogers finally ran out of the street and came to a crossroads, but looking at the flashing neon lights and screen billboards around him, he suddenly felt sad. He was furious and he was rushing back and forth, turning his body, trying to find the familiar area in his memory as much as possible, but he was still unfamiliar.

A series of black standard vehicles rushed from the intersection roads, and then stopped a few meters before Steve Rogers, and a loud voice rang behind him.

"Don't be nervous, soldier!"

Steve Rogers turned around and saw a man with a long black suit with a bald head and one-eyed black skin coming towards him, while the people he brought were evacuating the crowd around him.

"Listen, I'm deeply sorry for the poor performance, but," Nick Fury stood in front of Steve Rogers, looking at Captain America who was flustered but finally quieted down, comfortingly continued, "We think it's better for you to accept this slowly."

"What to accept?" Steve Rogers asked.

Nick Freedoned for a moment, he looked at the captain seriously and said sincerely, "You have been sleeping, captain, you have been sleeping for about seventy years."

Steve Rogers' chest was fluctuating violently for a moment, and he began to look around again. This time he finally understood why he couldn't find the place he once felt familiar with, and why he always felt that the world was a little weird.

What is strange is not this world, but him who has been sleeping.

"Are you okay?" Nick Fury asked.

"I'm fine," said Steve Rogers.

"Many people are waiting for you, and many people want to meet you, one of the founders of SHIELD, my old friend and Alexander Pierce, and the subsequent serum soldier heir William Falls." Nick Fry saw Steve Rogers' current psychology and comforted him softly.

"Don't feel that the captain was abandoned by the world and time. We still need you now. There is no need to worry about gains and losses."

...

Storm's old house.

"Superhero team?" Meng Ao looked through the information in his hand and looked at Nick Fury sitting upright opposite him.

"Yes." Nick Fury nodded.

"Who else?" Meng Ao asked.

"There are many people, and the personnel are still being selected, but there are already several candidates, one is the Awakening Captain Steve Rogers, Hawkeye Clint Patton and Black Widow Natasha Romanov, and finally a little spider working everywhere. I gave him a salary, so he immediately agreed to join." Nick Fury said.

"No one else?" Meng Ao asked again.

"If possible, Tony Stark, Dr. Bruce Banner, and Bronsky, including you, and some other capable freelancers. Although I had this idea, at present, it is still a proposal that has not been approved and is still being discussed." Nick Fury said.

"Then is this a reminder in advance?" Meng Ao shook his hand and the information.

"Yes." Nick Fury nodded again.

"When the discussion is over and there is a result, let's talk to me about other issues. Strictly speaking, I don't like the battlefield very much." Meng Ao put the pieces together.

"It's just some emergencies that require you to take action. No matter what, I want to have a team that can push me when I need help. Even if the team is complex, it is completely uncontrollable." Nick Fury stood up and replied.

"I will consider it." Meng Ao put the combined pieces on the coffee table and stood up to see the guests off.

Under a hawk head logo, the line of letters "marvels-the-avengers" is very eye-catching. (To be continued.) xh118
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