Marvel: I Can Control Metal

Rogers frowned and turned to look at the carnival on the radio, 'Lesser hits the park...'

'click'

The white door was pushed open, and a white woman walked in.

He has burgundy curly hair, wears a retro white shirt, a long skirt, and a dark brown tie around his neck.

On her beautiful face, she was wearing a slightly lighter but more energetic lipstick makeup and two curved eyebrows, which made Rogers' first reaction think it was Agent Carter.

"Good morning, or should I say, good afternoon."

Glancing at the watch, he said naturally, everything seemed so natural and smooth.

But Rogers, who had just woken up from his slumber, looked at him vigilantly.

"Where am I?"

"You're in a post-op recovery room in New York."

The nurse smiled at Rogers and said.

There was a breeze blowing in the room all the time, and even the white curtains by the window were floating, and everything was so normal.

'The Dodgers are up 8-4, Dodgers! It was an amazing game, everyone...'

The radio has not stopped playing, and the baseball game is still being broadcast live.

But the result of this game made Rogers, who had always been suspicious, completely suspicious.

Rogers, who has been running around on the battlefield, has sharp eyes, "Where the hell am I!!"

"I don't understand what you mean," the nurse said softly, suspiciously.

"This game, in May 1941, I know because I was there."

Hearing this sentence, the female nurse who had always been calm and thought she had not revealed any flaws, the smile on her face slowly disappeared.

Rogers stood up, the weight of more than 200 catties made the bed squeak, and the huge figure about 1.9 meters tall walked towards her slowly.

"I'll ask again, where am I?", with anger in his words.

The female agent found out that things had been exposed, and Rogers did not follow any of the set plots.

The small siren that had been held in his hand pressed down quietly.

She also continued, "Captain Rogers."

"Who are you!!"

Rogers' eyes were full of distrust.

The door behind him opened again, and two fully-armed special forces came in.

The terrifying aura and the weapons that Rogers couldn't understand made him take two steps back slightly.

Rogers looked at the two of them vigilantly, and in the next moment, Rogers pounced, pinched the two warriors, and threw them out.

The huge force caused the two to directly smash the iron layer of the container on the outer layer, and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

Rogers also stepped out with one foot, only to find that this is a closed space, and everything inside is fake.

But the impact of modernization caused more damage to Rogers, rushing towards the only door.

"Captain Rogers, wait!"

The female agent shouted from behind, but Rogers did not stop his panicked steps.

The two soldiers on the other side of the container also quickly chased after them, and she picked up the walkie-talkie in her hand and quickly reported.

And Nick Fury, who has been paying attention here, also got up and walked out at the same time.

"Attention all agents, Alert 13, Attention all agents, Alert 13."

Rogers walked through the gate and panicked into the outside corridor.

There are many agents in suits and leather shoes walking around with documents in their hands, all busy with their own business.

Rogers rushed out as far as he could, and bumped into a few people on the way.

But when the female agent's alarm sounded, everyone who was looking at this curiously dropped the documents in their hands and rushed over.

Dozens of people gathered around.

Rogers didn't have any thoughts of entanglement. He just wanted to leave here. Although he already had some guesses in his heart, he didn't want to believe it.

The physical quality that surpassed ordinary people made everyone unable to catch up with Rogers' footsteps. He ran out in big strides, and even left the business building that S.H.I.E.L.D. used to cover.

He ran out of the gate and entered the streets of Washington, looking at the passing yellow taxis, the surrounding high-rise buildings, cars running beyond Rogers' cognition, and people around him who didn't know it.

He didn't dare to stop his steps, and even hoped in his heart that it was just an illusion made by the Hydra to confuse him.

He couldn't stop running.

Because if you stop, you have to face this cruel reality.

Keep running, keep running, from a remote street straight to the most prosperous street.

Look at the huge high-rise buildings, glowing billboards, bustling street scenes, and bustling crowds around you.

Rogers stood alone in the middle of the most prosperous street, looking at the surrounding scene, but his heart was endlessly lonely.

Suddenly, a dozen uniform black commercial vehicles caught up behind him and surrounded Rogers.

Rogers' feet were tense and he seemed ready to leave again.

"Don't be nervous, soldier."

A figure passed from behind.

Nick Fury came over, and the rest of the people blocked the surroundings, preventing the crowd who came to watch the fun.

Looking at the blond strong man in rough clothes in front of him.

He just ran 4.8 kilometers in ten minutes.

"I'm so sorry for that show, but we think it's best for you to take it slow."

Rogers looked at Nick Fury in front of him and tried to calm his breathing quickly.

"Accept what?"

"You've been sleeping, Captain, for about seventy years."

‘Seventy years! ’

With a stick, Rogers was a little dizzy.

'Seventy years, seventy years' was the word left in Rogers' mind.

Looking at the unfamiliar things around her, she still thinks about that woman.

"Next Saturday, at the Stork Club, at exactly eight o'clock in the evening, you are not allowed to be late, understand?"

"I still can't dance."

"I will teach you, just come."

The brilliant lighting advertisements around him brought Rogers back into reality.

"Are you OK?"

"It's okay, just...I have an appointment."

......

"Yohoo! I won, I won, brother Leo, you are going to take me to the toy store tomorrow, I want a new toy!"

The ten-year-old Peter put down the gamepad in his hand and cheered.

On the electronic screen, a fighting game, Leo's character has been lying in place and cannot move, while Peter's character is still standing successfully.

"Okay, I'll take you there tomorrow."

Leo rubbed Peter's head. He was already 1.68 meters tall and could easily hold Peter down.

"Peter, haven't you eaten well lately? Why don't you feel like you're growing taller?"

The two children played, and the adults were busy with dinner in the kitchen.

I bought a lot of decorations today, and two little guys came to decorate the home.

The whole home is filled with the joyous atmosphere of the New Year, and Leo is also more relaxed than ever.

"There are still a few days before the New Year, enough rest, get ready to start working!"