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Avengers Training Center in upstate New York 13:40 ET

After the Ultron Rebellion, Stark carried out post-war reconstruction and intelligence compilation work in the Stark Tower in downtown Manhattan, New York. Rogers and Romanoff were training a new generation of revengers who had just become members of the Alliance here.

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"Falcon, Sam Wilson." "Here it is, Captain."

"War Machine, James Lord."

"I'm sorry, Captain. I changed my name a long time ago. Don't people from SHIELD watch TV? I'm Iron Patriot now. How about it? It's cool."

The mask of an Iron Man wearing a red, blue and white steel armor slowly opened, revealing a handsome and dark face.

"Okay, Colonel Rhodes," Captain America curled his lips helplessly, "Iron Patriot, James Rhodes."

"Here, Captain." Rhodes lowered his steel mask and gave a standard military salute.

"Vision." "Hmm? You can call me Jarvis."

"Jarvis? No, you didn't tell me..." Rhode said in surprise.

"Seeing that everyone has a name, let me choose one too. It's just the same name, but I'm still me." Vision said with a slight sense of relief in his eyes.

"Well, okay, Vision, Jarvis..." the captain silently took notes.

"Okay, next...well, Wanda Maximoff."

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you. Sam couldn't wait to say: "I see she just went to Zhao Hailun's laboratory. Let's not wait for her and start training quickly."

"Zhao Helen?" The captain lowered his head and thought.

"Wanda can't come. He knows that Dr. Zhao is using the regenerative cradle to restore Pietro's life. Which of you told her?" Agent Black Widow Romanoff came in from outside and glanced at the second generation of young people below with arrow-like eyes.

The Avengers.

"Wanda... no, I saw her frowning, so I just wanted to make her happy. What?" Rhode said guiltily.

"Is he happy after you told her?" the captain said coldly.

"No, I'm sorry, Captain." Rhodes lowered his head.

"Okay, then I think because of the colonel's move, Wanda may not participate in the battle within ten days, so let's start first." Agent Romanoff said.

Suddenly, the alarm bell rang, "Intruder found in area d! Intruder found in area d!"

"Area D?" The captain and Agent Romanov looked at each other, and then said to themselves: "Okay, the battle will start so soon."

"This training is quite real." Sam said.

"Well, there is quite a tense atmosphere." Colonel Rhodes continued.

"This is not a drill, this is a real alarm! You two should be serious and go to Area D quickly." The captain said sternly.

Before he finished speaking, Vision had already flown through the skylight on the glass roof of the training hall.

"Hey, don't wait for us, he seems to be the only one who can fly."

The ion jet flying device under Rhodes' feet sprayed out a huge blue-purple flame and followed closely:

"Hurry up, Falcon, you're so slow, let alone the rabbit, you can't even catch the field mouse."

"You have the same reaction as me, and you still laugh at me." Sam put on his red goggles and jumped hard. The backpack on his back stretched out into a pair of silver wings, and the micro jet booster behind it sprayed out two beams of yellow flames, light and

He dodged the flames spurting out from Rhode's feet and flew out.

In the underground passage of Area D, the fierce exchange of fire continued. Many gasping or dead members of the Delta Force were lying on the ground. The flames of the M16 automatic rifles in the hands of the surviving members did not stop for a moment.

Pass.

Because in front of them was a masked man with brown curly hair, wearing black tights and holding a German-made G36 assault rifle. He was agile and could move with a hundred steps.

I saw him walking lightly through the rain of bullets, as if the bullets were deliberately avoiding him, always grazing his body, but the bullets fired from his gun seemed to have eyes, grabbing the gun and hitting it. Here.

At the same time, he skillfully used all the available shields around him to take a moment to breathe when the bullets were heavy. Even the uninitiated could tell at a glance that this was definitely a specially trained agent.

It is estimated that Delta Force has never encountered the situation where nearly half of the entire team was injured and killed by one person since its establishment. Even these elites selected at different levels simply regarded this kind of thing as a myth. They looked at the pool of blood on the ground.

With their dying teammates, they truly understood the cruelty and drama of life.

After hearing the shrill siren, the masked man began to fight back and jump back toward the door. As soldiers, the Delta Force members knew that if they persisted, they would probably die in vain, but they still followed with trembling guns.

"Captain," upon seeing Rogers' arrival, the dim eyes of the Delta Force lieutenant-level officer finally shone with some light, "More than half of our team has suffered casualties. Where did he... come from?"

Rogers said nothing and quickly ran forward, and the gunfire of the special forces suddenly stopped.

"Bucky..." Rogers said in surprise.

"What, do you know each other?" the second lieutenant said.

The captain recognized his brother at a glance, Bucky Barnes, a comrade who had shed blood and sweat with him during World War II.

Barnes also heard Rogers' voice, turned around and glanced coldly, then when the gunshots from the siege stopped, he flashed out the door and disappeared.

"Bucky!" The captain immediately chased out the door. At this time, Barnes was only a black shadow in the distance. Rogers didn't think much at this time and chased forward desperately. He led the Delta Force members to follow.

The captain who came looked at Rogers' back and sighed. He knew that if he didn't take a car, he wouldn't be able to catch up with the captain's speed, so he simply said to the people behind him: "Let's go back and take a look at the attrition of the troops."

Barnes was far inferior to Rogers in terms of physical strength. After running nearly five kilometers, he became out of breath and slowed down significantly. Vision, Falcon and Iron Patriot arrived at this time.

It fell in front of him and on his left and right wings.

Sam was shocked when he saw Bucky: "It's you?!"

"Hmph, it seems like the wings will be stronger this time?" Bucky sneered and said sarcastically.

"Do you know each other?" Rhodes asked.

Sam did not answer, but continued to say to Bucky: "Of course, these are Stark's special auto-pilot organic metal wings. It won't be so easy for you to tear them off this time." After that, he started talking.

Two MP7 mini submachine guns were taken out from the grab box on the side.

This submachine gun produced by the German hk company is a weapon exclusively for German special forces. It has a high rate of fire and strong firepower. It is specially designed to penetrate body armor. It was purchased privately by Stark Industries and its former competitors.

Facing the two black muzzles, Bucky also grasped the G36 assault rifle in his hand again. He bowed up and took half a step back, threatening to fight to the death.

"Stop, Sam." Rogers quickly stopped him.

Barnes turned back and looked at Rogers coldly: "We have a new partner again. Can you catch me this time?"

"Bucky, stop hiding. I've been looking for you. Do you really have no memory of the days when we fought together more than 70 years ago?"

"Hmph, 70 years, so long, who would remember." Bucky said expressionlessly.

"I'll remember it after I punch you a few times."

Sam was so angry that he dropped his gun and rushed forward like an arrow before Rogers could say anything.

Although Bucky was on guard, he was still knocked to the ground by the huge impact. Before he could stand up, Sam flew high into the sky again and then tightened his wings and spun and kicked him down. Bucky quickly rolled to avoid it.

With this blow, Sam kicked the grass and stirred up nearly one meter of soil flowers. Bucky turned over and jumped towards Sam, jumping on him, and the two of them struggled in the air.

"Sam! Stop! Stop it!" the captain said.

The two of them fought and flew from one side to the other. Sam controlled his wings and tried hard to maintain balance, but it was always difficult to stabilize. After breaking an unknown number of thick branches, the two of them fell heavily on the grass.

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"Bucky! Sam!" Rogers, Vision, and Rhodes ran over.

"Ah...it hurts so much. My neck seems to be broken..." Sam said in pain as he lay on his back in the mud turned up during the emergency landing.

Bucky was also rolling on the ground with a painful expression. At this time, four Humvee military armored vehicles drove over, pointing their long heavy machine gun muzzles at Bucky.

"Don't do this! Tell your soldiers to put down their guns." Rogers growled at the captain who had just come off.

"But... Captain, if we don't kill him, we don't know how many brothers we will sacrifice." The captain said in embarrassment.

"Damn it, tell your people to put their guns down." Rogers said excitedly.

"Put it down, Jason," Nicholas Fury poked his head out of a Bentley supercar, "understand, that's Bucky Barnes, Cap's brother who fell off a cliff 70 years ago. I heard about The Winter Soldier.

What?"

"I heard, Director Fury, last time because of him, the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. building and three aerospace carriers were destroyed." The captain gave a military salute.

"It's not because of him!" Rogers, who had always been peaceful, became furious at this time.

"Don't get excited, Steve," Fury pointed at Bucky, who was gradually regaining his composure. Bucky's right arm was shining with metallic light, and sparks were still coming out. "He's just a poor guy who has lost himself.

He is also Captain Rogers' only relative in this world. Please forgive him, Captain."

"Oh, I'm sorry, captain, I... don't know much about this matter." The captain said apologetically, and then said to the bewildered soldiers on the Humvee, "Put down your guns and carry all the wounded into the vehicle. Let's go.

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Romanoff walked up to Rogers: "Captain, this is not your style. Don't worry, Bucky will be fine."

Rogers took a breath and said apologetically: "You guys go back first and let me have some peace and quiet."

"Captain..." Rhodes wanted him to change his mind. Romanov patted his hard steel armor and said, "It's okay. Let him be alone. Anyway, these five or six kilometers of road are not enough for him.

In just a few minutes." Then, everyone left together, leaving Rogers alone sitting on the grass staring blankly at the blood-red sky in the west.

Thinking back to the past, probably more than 70 years ago, the days when I fought with Bucky.

As a child, Bucky always helped him fight off the gangsters who bullied him, helped him and supported him when he was most helpless, and watched Bucky fall into a bottomless canyon on the train.

I thought I could forget him.

But……

Rogers buried his head in his arms in distress, like a child who failed in an exam and was afraid to go home. Everything in the past played out in his mind like a movie. The super serum was giving him dozens of times more energy than ordinary people.

Along with his strength, it also gave him a superior memory, making his painful memories deeply rooted in his mind and lingering, which was also the source of his pain.

Just when Rogers was stuck in the past and couldn't extricate himself.

Suddenly he felt as if someone was hiding behind him. At the same time, he turned around and grabbed the shield behind him, entering a fighting position.

But there was a burst of hearty laughter in front of him. A short and muscular man with hair standing high on both sides like a wolf's erect ears stood in front of him.

"Captain America, Steve Rogers." The man said with malicious intent.

"Who are you? Why do you know me?" Rogers asked alertly.

"You are so famous. Is there anyone who doesn't know you? As the two longest-living people in the world, maybe we really need to get to know each other." The man's expression suddenly softened.

Rogers did not relax his vigilance, but also asked full of doubts: "The longest person alive in the world? Why? Who are you?"

"Okay, no more kidding, Captain, have you heard of the X-Men?"

"X-Men? I've heard of them. I've seen them in SHIELD's top-secret files. It's said to be a righteous organization founded entirely by a group of mutants, but it never interacts with the government. It's very mysterious."

"Well, I was once a member of the X-Men. My name is Logan. This name is unfamiliar to you, but you should have heard of the nickname Wolverine." Logan said proudly.

"Wolverine?! Are you Wolverine?" Rogers said in surprise.

"Why, is this fake?" Logan stretched out his fist and saw three shining silver steel claws stretching out from between his joints. "You'll pay ten for every fake one."

"No, no, okay, Logan, SHIELD is looking for you everywhere. You have been living in the deep mountains and forests and refused to show up. We found out a while ago that you went to Japan again?"

Rogers put the shield back behind his back and said calmly.

Because he knows very well that although Wolverine is usually prone to violence and likes to use force to solve problems, it still does not prevent him from being a knight who upholds justice, punishes evil and promotes good, and likes to perform chivalrous acts.

"I know that after the Vietnam War, you were sentenced to 30 minutes of firing a rifle by military law, and then you joined a terrorist organization, and then the X-Men." Rogers said.

"Then as far as I know, you seemed to be sleeping in the North Pole during this time. How did you know?" Logan asked.

"I did a lot of homework after I woke up. Although I didn't like reading in the past, my reading speed and understanding and analysis ability are still three to four times that of ordinary people, especially for the heroes during World War II." Rogers suddenly felt a sense of sympathy for each other.

feeling.

"Humph, hero? This word is too far away from me. My hands are covered with blood. Whenever I close my eyes now, my ears are filled with the wailing and screaming of the innocent people I killed. Unlike you, I have never

They are all surrounded by the halo of heroes, and there are groups of beautiful girls. By the way, you know, when you first debuted and performed on stage, I watched your show in the audience." Logan said mischievously.

"Did you throw something at me?" Rogers said, half-joking like an old friend.

"Well, yes, do you remember that lemon? I cut it in half and threw it to you. I was the one who yelled the loudest, 'Call girls.' You were just a fool at that time.

, What’s it like to have extraordinary physical fitness? It’s not like you are so mature and stable now.” Logan said thoughtfully.

After waking up from the ice for so many years, it was the first time for Rogers to have such a kind person who understood him like an elder who understood him during the war-torn times. It was also the first time that Rogers felt warm.

The reason why Logan can live so long is because the mutant gene in his body has self-healing properties, which can delay the aging of cells in his body to a great extent. Therefore, he who made great achievements in Normandy during World War II, is now

His appearance has hardly changed. SHIELD scientists estimate that if nothing unexpected happens, his lifespan will be 300 to 350 years. This is astonishing.

"You are just so sad that your brother fell into the cliff, but do you know what it was like in Normandy, when my brother Victor and I were the only two people who rushed through the enemy's dense group of bunkers? Looking back, it was like there were corpses everywhere.

In less than half a minute, all my companions who usually talked and laughed were beaten into sieves by machine guns. Other comrades were blown to pieces by artillery shells in front of me, just like a meat grinder. At that time, I really understood that the terrible thing was not death, but death.

All your close comrades are dead, and you are the only one alive. You really want to die."

Recalling those turbulent years, Logan's face was still full of sadness and pain, which shows how terrible the pain caused by war is, even if the body is healed a hundred, a thousand or ten thousand times under the action of self-healing molecules.

, but some spiritual pain can never be healed.

"Logan, come with me and join the Avengers. We need a great warrior like this. I know you have lost your memory and had a very painful experience. We can help you, and you can also help me and

My brother." Rogers said in a low voice.

"I know your brother, Bucky Barnes, is also very good. When he fell off the cliff, I was in El Alamein. The newspaper at that time wrote about his deeds on a full page, so I was very sorry to hear about him.

." Logan said sadly.

"I feel much better about my brother, but do you want to meet him?" A smile appeared on Rogers' face.

"Who? Your brother? Don't tell me that you dug him out from the bottom of the canyon." Logan said in surprise.

"I didn't dig it out, someone dug it out for me and followed me back to the base. His story is more legendary than my life," Rogers said.

"Well, this has aroused my interest. It doesn't hurt to go with you. By the way, tell me what happened to the Avengers."

"So where to start?"

"Well, from the Battle of New York, I know that before SHIELD collapsed, you fought a beautiful defense battle."

"I didn't expect that you are not a recluse, but you are still paying attention to current affairs and politics, Logan."

"I can't stand it when you're always jumping up and down the mountain, yelling and jumping. I have to listen to a radio or something."

"Okay, then first tell me what you heard."

"Well, listen to what they said about Stark Iron Man, right? There is also a big guy named... Hulk and..."

"Yes, he is actually a Ph.D. in physics. He is a legend..."

"besides……""……"

The more the two chatted, the happier they became. They seemed to be old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years, and they danced from time to time. The two superheroes' swords combined will greatly strengthen the strength of the Avengers. And Logan will also become an alliance in the future.

Strong strength, but at the same time his unruly character will also become one of the problems that threatens the security of the alliance.

Of course, this is all for later.

At this moment, the silhouettes of the two people are getting longer and longer under the bleeding setting sun. They are old and new, and only fate can witness the heroic songs.

(To be continued)