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"Director Fury, do you see who I brought here?"

Rogers said happily as soon as he entered Fury's office.

"Logan, we have been looking for you for so many years. Your joining will definitely greatly enhance the combat effectiveness of the new generation of Avengers." Fury also excitedly held Logan's hand and said.

"No, I just agreed to come over and have a look after we had a pleasant conversation with the captain. I didn't say I was going to join the Avengers." Logan still maintained that unruly attitude.

"Well, okay, let Rogers take you around the base. You will like the life here," Fury said. "Rogers, I also brought two soldiers to see if they are suitable."

"Soldier?" Rogers looked behind Fury, and two young men in their early twenties hurriedly stood up from the desk.

"Hello, Captain Rogers, I've heard of you before. I'm Peter, and everyone calls me Colossus." One of the frail young men said.

"Colossus? I see you are gentle and gentle, but I didn't know you had such a powerful name." Rogers said half-jokingly.

"I...I have always been a painter. This time Mr. Fury came to me and said to see if the Avengers need me. In fact, I also want to become as hard as my skin." He said.

The young man's skin immediately turned into a metallic silver-gray, glowing white under the reflection of the setting sun outside the window.

"Actually, everyone has their own personality and hobbies. You can be weak and weak, or you can be a painter. But now that you have become an Avenger, walked through this door, and entered this base, I hope you can become more

Be brave and stronger. These are qualities that must be possessed by any character. People cannot be arrogant but cannot be without pride. Do you understand? You will become an excellent Avenger. I believe in you." Rogers patted him affectionately.

Peter's shoulder, "I accepted you today because of your extraordinary ability, but if after three months of trial training, you still only give me this one reason to accept you, then you can still go back and be your painter."

Come on, kid."

After hearing this, Peter was so encouraged that he even had tears in his eyes. He nodded vigorously and left Fury's office without even being able to finish his sentence.

"I finally know how you managed to make this team that fell apart every time become a cohesive whole, Captain." Looking at Peter's back, Logan whispered to Rogers with admiration.

"This is the charm of captain." Fury continued.

Rogers smiled slightly and looked at another young man with fire-like hair. He seemed to have ADHD. He kept shaking his legs and looking around.

"Is he...reliable?" Logan asked Fury in a low voice.

"I took a long time to select it from SHIELD's files. Don't worry about leaving it to Rogers." Fury also whispered.

"What's your name, kid?" Rogers asked with a smile.

"Finally it's my turn. I'm St. John Allardyce. Everyone calls me the Thunderbolt." He snapped his fingers easily, and saw a bunch of yellow flames burning from his fingertips.

"What did you do before, kid?" Logan lit a cigar and puffed out smoke rings and said sarcastically, "Lighting cigarettes for people?"

"That's right. It seems like a superhero like you has never been to a dance club. I'm a bartender there, and I sometimes do some performances." St. John waved his hand and the flame turned into a plume of smoke and drifted away.

.

"It's a very interesting little trick. Do you want to be an Avenger?" Rogers still asked calmly.

"Think about it, I don't know why I came here and gave up my job with a monthly salary of thousands of dollars. I think that as a young person, I should find something exciting to play, such as dealing with Hydra and letting the world know about my existence."

St. John said disdainfully.

Before Rogers could answer, Logan couldn't help it anymore. He put away his sarcastic attitude and angrily grabbed St. John's neck collar with one hand. He clenched his fist with the other hand and slowly stretched out three bright steel claws to touch him.

On his chin: "I'm warning you, kid, don't talk like this to your grandparents."

"Logan, Logan, don't get excited, he's still a child." Rogers stepped forward to stop him.

"Hey uncle, your claws are threatening me. Please don't do this to me before you want to be roasted." St. John obviously had no scruples and still said casually.

"You brat, I think you've never died before. I'm going to put my claws into your mouth today and tear it apart." Logan became even more furious.

"Logan! Let go, let him go." Rogers yelled.

"Okay," Logan let go of his hand with a look of reluctance, "I won't be associated with such a person even if I am killed. Such a person will only cause chaos in the team, captain!" After speaking, he looked at St. John with disdain.

With one glance, he walked out of the office.

Rogers breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, young man, no one will argue with you anymore, you can continue."

St. John walked out the door without saying anything, but was grabbed by the captain: "What are you doing, kid?"

"Let me go. That person is right. I can only cause trouble in the team. I am useless and not worthy of the name Avenger. I'd better go back and keep bartending." St. John pretended to be relaxed and said.

"Well, since you said so, I think it's better to follow your wishes. Our Avengers are more important than the superpowers of one kind or another, but the determination and willpower of the members themselves. If a person withstands such a small blow,

He collapsed and wanted to retreat. It is obvious that he is not suitable to be a person who can be trusted by his teammates. Don't expect such a person to protect others. We don't need such a person, so please bring him back." Rodgers.

He let go of St. John's arm, turned aside, and motioned for him to leave.

St. John hesitated, and moved forward mechanically and slowly.

The captain's words obviously touched him.

I have lost my parents since I was a child. Because the X-cells in my body were miraculously activated when I was playing with fire as a child, I became a mutant. From then on, I was beaten, scolded, regarded as a freak, and...

Scenes from his childhood were clearly shown in front of his eyes like a movie. Why didn't he want to be a good boy? In an alley in New Orleans, several children once clamped his neck with pokers, stripped off their clothes, and used him

The flames on the body roast eggs and potatoes.

What a shame at this time!

Just because he has no parents and no home. From then on, he fought, smoked, drank, robbed, and wandered around idle all day long, turning into a complete gangster. But how can you blame him? You should blame the world

indifferent.

Thinking of this, his eyes, which had been dry for more than ten years, became moist. He raised his head and found that he was still at the door after such a long time.

Why do you think so much, St. John thought.

How he lived in the past will be how he will live in the future. What's the matter? He came here in a daze and didn't think about it at all. So his heart suddenly crossed and he was about to take a big step and walk out quickly. But at this moment, a strong hand slapped him.

After patting him on the shoulder, he turned around, and Rogers still had a gentle smile on his face.

"Is there anything else?" Although his heart was already trembling a little, he still had that impatient expression on his face.

"You have finally come to the Avengers training facility from New Orleans. Do you mind walking around with me?" Rogers' words were very calm but with an undeniable tone.

"Well, okay, but I'm in a hurry." St. John said carelessly.

"It's not a big place here and it won't take you long," Rogers stretched out his hand, "Then let's go this way."

Of course, St. John knew that this was a modest statement, so he was fully mentally prepared.

But what he saw really shocked him. One-third of this hemispherical building was exposed above the ground, and the steel-framed concrete structure made it look like a giant bunker.

The space inside is astonishingly large. The central training hall alone is as big as three standard football fields. Each Avenger also has a training room tailor-made for him or her. The training room will simulate different battles according to the different situations of the members.

environment, so as to achieve better training results. The Avengers will have one or two alliance combat simulations in the central training hall every day, which is designed to cultivate the Avengers' team coordination skills to achieve the ideal effect of the group being greater than the sum of the individuals.

The second floor above ground is the contact center, which basically follows the style of SHIELD. All suspicious intelligence about Hydra in the world is gathered here. Dozens of IT elites recruited from all over the world analyze and process all the networks in the world one by one, collect and organize them.

Find out all the clues about Hydra.

"They are a group of unsung heroes behind us. They work silently but are never known to the world. In fact, they are the real Avengers." Rogers said with emotion.

St. John looked at the busy figures from behind and nodded in understanding.

"Steve!" came a long-lost voice.

This voice... is too familiar.

Could it be...

"Bucky...Bucky?" Rogers turned around.

I saw Bucky Barnes standing between Helen Zhao and Wanda with a smile.

Is this...really?

Rogers had been waiting for this call for more than 70 years, and he really remembered it. Oh my God, these two brothers from World War II ran over excitedly, embraced each other passionately, and welcomed this embrace that was nearly a century late.

"Bucky, Bucky, is it really you? You finally remembered." Rogers said excitedly.

"I remembered everything, Steve. We finally met again. During the time when I lost my memory, I did a lot of things I shouldn't have done, and I even hurt you. I heard Miss Nomanov say this, you

Don't hold a grudge against me." Barnes said with a smile.

"Asshole, how could I hold a grudge against you? We are closer than real brothers," Rogers said.

This touching scene made everyone present feel a warm current flowing through their hearts. Is this the feeling of happiness? Two five-foot-tall men, two admirable superheroes, cried with joy and revealed their feelings.

Ordinary in the extraordinary. No wonder, they have waited for too long to recognize each other again.

This scene also made St. John's cold heart begin to melt. Because he knew that in addition to being cold, this world and this society also had sunshine and warmth.

"This is all thanks to Wanda. It was her telepathy that opened the door to my heart that had been closed for decades and allowed me to regain my memory." Barnes looked at Wanda who was standing aside gratefully and said.

"Thank you, Wanda, it's thanks to you that our brothers agreed this time." Rogers also said gratefully.

"You're welcome," Wanda lowered her head in embarrassment, "I just did what an Avenger should do. Bucky becoming a member of the Avengers is also a good thing for us. Our combat effectiveness

It should be greatly improved.”

"Well, it will definitely happen. Oh, by the way, Wanda, how is Pietro?" Rogers asked with concern.

"His vital signs have generally stabilized, but he is still in a coma. It may take some time for him to fully recover." Wanda whispered.

"By the way, Rogers. There's another thing, I think you need to know. Although Pietro can recover, his speed will be far lower than his previous level, well, maybe one-fifth or even lower than before.

." Zhao Helen added from the side.

"Okay, as long as he can survive, even if he is an ordinary person, he will be an excellent Avenger." Rogers said firmly.

St. John's heart trembled. Trust and affirmation were another gain he felt here. Not only that, this was also the personal charm of Captain America.

As the manager of one of the world's top teams, he is the perfect candidate to become a leader because of these. Although he is still not convinced, in his heart he already feels that Rogers has become a god-like figure.

"Steve," Romanoff came over, "come here and take a look at this."

Rogers walked over: "What is it, Natasha?"

"New York, let's go into the city."

"What are you doing in town? Shopping?" Rogers joked.

"Seriously, the boss wants us to meet someone. He may be another backbone of the new generation of Avengers." Romanov said solemnly.

"who?"

"he."

A copy of the "Daily Bugle" was thrown on the table. The newspaper did not hesitate to use a full page to talk about one thing.

"wherespiderman(Where is Spider-Man)?"

The eye-catching black headline really attracts people's attention. It is signed "Edward Eddie Brock". Read on:

After the Battle of New York, the Avengers left, leaving behind a mess: a high crime rate.

They saved the entire planet, but who will save New York?

After the war, we have more superheroes: Captain America, Thor, Iron Man, Hawkeye, Black Widow and the Invincible Hulk, but even Stark, who owns an entire building in the center of New York, has never

I have not the slightest concern about the crime situation in New York City.

I want to ask, Avengers, what on earth are you doing?

As the tribune of New York City, Spider-Man has always protected our city from crime, becoming the city with an ultra-low crime rate in the United States after Gotham City. Especially robberies, which have almost reached "Police Station 0"

"The level of backlog of cases". But all this was ended after the Battle of New York. When our city was scarred and in need of reconstruction, we watched helplessly as bad guys looted our shops, banks and even

When we were raping our sisters in our house, we were surprised to find that Spider-Man was gone, disappearing in New York like evaporation. We hated the Battle of New York, the Avengers, and Spider-Man, when we needed him most.

Choose to escape...

Rogers couldn't stand it any longer. He saw a photo of thousands of people gathered in front of the Battle of New York Memorial Statue holding a huge banner, and said: "Spider-Man? Are you sure he will become one of us?"

"Well, that's what the boss said. He must have his reasons."

"Why do I think it's more appropriate to keep him in New York?"

"Actually... I thought so at first, but then I thought, no matter what, we should find him first." Romanov smiled sweetly.

"Also, I feel like this reporter named Bullock has a deep grudge against the Avengers. Is he very famous?" Steve asked thoughtfully.

"Oh, you are talking about Eddie Brock. He interviewed me when I was at the United Nations General Assembly in Vienna. I met him a few times. He is a very upright reporter. Maybe we can have a good chat with him sometime. I believe one of them should be

Is there any misunderstanding?" Romanov smiled.

"Okay, then you can arrange the meeting, and ask the two newcomers to go with us to find Parker. Young people should get some experience."

"I have no objection, captain. Hill is already waiting for you in the garage."

"Wait a minute," Rogers called to Romanoff, "Aren't you going?"

"I have other tasks." Romanov turned around and smiled.

"Nick assigned different tasks to different people again?"

"Well, last time he ruined the entire SHIELD because of this, he still has the same old habits and can't change them. But fortunately, the result is not too bad," Romanoff walked up to Rogers and scratched his face with her delicate fingers.

He came down and said, "Relax a little and have fun in the city." After saying that, he walked out of the contact center gracefully.

"What is she doing? Does she have a mission?" Barnes came over.

"Yes, it's just a small matter, I'll just go." Rogers said, looking at Romanov's retreating back.

"Let me go too and give me a chance to atone for my sins." Barnes said eagerly.

Helen Zhao came from behind and said: "Mr. Barnes can't carry out the mission yet. Hydra has planted something in his mind too deeply. Starting a new mission rashly will cause problems."

"No...what, I'm fine now," Barnes said to Rogers.

"Listen to Dr. Zhao, you have just regained consciousness, so you should recuperate first. There is no need for such a small matter to be so laborious." Rogers patted Barnes on the shoulder and said.

"Okay." Barnes said disappointedly.

"Then follow me back to the laboratory." Zhao Hailun said with a smile.

"Devil, if I hadn't seen you as a beauty, I would have..." Barnes complained as he walked.

"What have you done? If you dare to do this again, I will freeze you back in the freezer." Zhao Hailun said not to be outdone.

Rogers saw them walking into the corridor to the laboratory talking and laughing, smiled, and then said to St. John: "Something happened, so the visit should end here. I happen to be going to Manhattan, so I'll take you with me.

You go to the station."

"Oh..." St. John nodded conflictedly.

"Well...well, captain, what about me, do you need me to go with you?" Wanda stepped forward and said.

"No, Wanda, just watch your brother. I'm worried if no one is around him, so before your brother wakes up, your task is to take good care of him, do you understand?"

"I understand, thank you, Captain." Wanda said gratefully.

"Okay, let's go." Rogers said softly. Suddenly he remembered something and called Wanda and said: "By the way, you go and call the new young man named... Pete, and tell him that I am here

Wait for him downstairs."

After hearing the news, Peter came to the underground garage of the base. Apart from armored vehicles, there were all luxury cars here.

The captain, Hilmaria and St. John were sitting in an open Bentley car. Seeing Peter coming, the car shuddered slightly and made a thin engine sound.

"Jump up, Peter." St. John said excitedly.

"Why jump in when there is a door?" After saying that, Peter gently opened the door, sat in the car upright, fastened his seat belt carefully, and then the car started to slowly start and drove out of the underground garage.

(To be continued)