Traversed 99 Worlds at the Same Time

Too much unreasonable!

Duke spat hard, and put his palm on the ice, the ice melted rapidly under his ability, and the transpiring cold was absorbed by him along the palm, this is the ability of Frozen Bird.

In the Pokemon world, the "God of Ice" Frozen Bird may only be a second-rate god, but no one can defend the authority over ice. This is an instinct, a talent, and an innate ability. From a theological point of view, this is the power bestowed by the creator god Arceus!

Sometimes the ability is very unreasonable, just like Duke’s thawing the captain now, putting it in S.H.I.E.L.D. is a big project, requiring countless experts to design a perfect plan without harming the captain’s body. It can only be done under the instrument. But it would not be so troublesome for Duke. After touching the captain's chest muscles, all difficulties were easily solved.

The chill was instantly removed from the captain's body, the heart that hadn't beat for seventy years began to move, and the brain, internal organs, nerves, blood vessels... the tissues and organs began to clock in and go to work!

From another perspective, Duke could see the shaggy vitality of the captain's body, and secretly sighed that it was indeed a super serum, and its recovery ability was amazing.

Thinking of the super serum, Duke suddenly felt that it was necessary to study this thing. If the mystery of it could be solved, Dukes in other worlds could also benefit, at least improving their physical fitness a lot.

As soon as he thought of it, Duke turned around and brought five syringes to draw five tubes of blood in a row before putting them in the freezer with satisfaction. He has already confirmed that the space gem was recovered by S.H.I.E.L.D. and hid in a certain corner. These five tubes of super soldier blood are better than nothing, so they will be used as travel expenses.

"Um……"

A weak groan came from his throat, his closed eyelids trembled and were about to break free, the captain pursed his lips and drooped absentmindedly: "Water...water..."

Duke poured a glass of water and stuck it to the captain's mouth. Although the captain hadn't regained consciousness, his instinct to thirst for water drove him to open his mouth and take two sips. He drank too fast all of a sudden, the captain choked, turned around and coughed on his stomach.

Now, he really woke up.

The captain who woke up shook his head, turned around and saw where he was, which seemed to be a hospital. Feeling the pain of the needle prick on his arm, the captain instantly changed from being weak to being on full alert. He watched Duke vigilantly without saying a word, his muscles tensed and entered alert state. His peripheral vision swept across the consulting room and stayed on the shield.

Steve's last memory is of sinking into an ice sheet, waking up in a high-tech hospital, and he's pretty sure the doctor in front of him just drew his blood. All this made the captain feel like he was facing an enemy. He thought he was still on the battlefield and might be captured by the enemy. It's just that the enemy's head is not very good, he is not restrained, and he is not guarded with a gun. The only doctor looks like a weak chicken. The most important thing is that his shield is next to him, and he can get it by turning over.

Steve raised his eyebrows. He was 100% sure that he could knock down the rookie in front of him, then hijack him to leave the enemy's base, and rush home to make an appointment. He remembered clearly that there was still an appointment waiting for him.

"The look in your eyes makes me very uncomfortable..." Duke smacked his lips. He could understand the contempt in the captain's eyes. Thinking about the need to get angry with an old man, he couldn't help but kindly reminded: "I advise you better not to do anything, you will hurt."

How could Steve be caught without a fight, he strode towards the cooler, and his intuition told him that the blood that had been drawn was there. The horror of the Red Skull made him terrified. He didn't want another one to appear in the world. Even if the possibility of this one was slight, he didn't dare to take chances.

The cooler was close at hand, and just as Steve smiled triumphantly, a seemingly frail hand grabbed his wrist, immobilizing him. That hand was very beautiful, with five long and slender fingers with well-defined joints, very thin fingertips, neatly trimmed nails, and blue veins under the fair skin like streams. A man who can have such hands is either a pampered young master, a school nerd or an office clerk, and they are all classified as the five scumbags who have no power to restrain a chicken.

Steve twitched his arm and it didn't move, then twitched again and it didn't move. He stared at Duke dumbfounded, the meaning in his eyes was very simple - Shet, who the fuck are you?

Steve was very aware of how much strength he had, and his superhuman strength allowed him to bench press 1,200 pounds without any assistance. The ultra-fast speed and agile nerve response allow him to avoid the trajectory of bullets. The physical fitness of the human body is the limit, not to mention killing a cow with a single punch. But such a superman was suppressed by a weak hand.

Did you see a ghost, or did you see an alien? Steve fell into a deep worry, the enemy is stronger than ever, what should he do?

I need a shield!

Facing a strong enemy, Steve first thought of his shield. So he pointed at Duke's wrist and slashed at Duke's wrist, trying to get away, but after the slash with his hand, he felt that his bones were about to break.

"Relax, captain, I have no malicious intentions." Seeing the captain's blushing face and rubbing his hands behind his back, Duke comforted him softly. Considering that the other party has just woken up, maybe his mind hasn't turned the corner yet, nor is he angry.

Steve was not one to give up willingly. He stretched out his hands behind his back and pressed Duke's shoulders, then bumped his head up against Duke's forehead... So Captain America fell down on the cold floor sadly.

"Is his head made of steel?" Steve got up from the ground with stares at his eyes. He didn't bother to pick up the shield. He bent over and stepped back, far away from Duke. The safe distance of five meters made him feel at ease. .

"Captain, you..." Duke raised his hand to speak when he saw Steve kick open the door of the consulting room and ran out like a frightened bird. Then the glass door of the clinic outside shattered all over the floor with a 'crash'.

In perception, Steve's anger was getting further and further away, and Duke didn't chase after him. Looking at the shield in the corner, he whispered out the unfinished words: "You forgot your things..."

At the gate of the clinic, Duke looked at the glass shards on the floor speechlessly, took out his phone and dialed: "Is it a home improvement company? Yes, I was the dentist's clinic that I asked you to renovate some time ago. Your tempered glass door is very weak. Just now It's broken...it's impossible, it's really broken...what, you can come tomorrow...do you want me to use the curtain to cover the door tonight?"

After some wrangling, the home improvement company said that they could only come to the door tomorrow. If it is really a quality problem, they will replace it with a new one for free. In desperation, Duke had no choice but to pick up a broom to clean the broken glass in front of the door.

Just as he was finishing his work, Steve ran back out of breath. He stopped at the door of the clinic, looking at Duke with shock and panic in his eyes.

"Captain, do you want to come in and sit down?" Duke held the broom, turned and walked into the room without waiting for the other party to reply.

Steve hesitated for a moment, and followed into the clinic. The outside world was a little different from what he imagined...it was just a little different. If it wasn't for the fact that the people on the street had two eyes and one nose and spoke English, he would have thought he had come to an alien planet.

He wanted to ask someone about the time and place, but just as he opened his mouth, the other person looked at him like an idiot, and someone asked him where the camera for the prank game was. God is poor, Steve can understand what those people say in words, but he can't understand a single sentence.

What happened to this world?

Steve was wandering on the street, and returned to the door of the clinic in a strange way. His intuition and instinct told him that he could find the answer here.

"Please sit down, captain!" Duke held a wooden board to cover the gate and tied it with a rope. Nights in Brooklyn were not peaceful. If there was no gate, the house would be evacuated the next day.

"Uh, I'll lose money on this door." Steve looked at the wooden door with a fever on his face, but he still sat down cheekily.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" Duke picked up the teapot and poured a cup of coffee, placed it in front of the captain, and poured himself a cup.

"Thank you..." Steve took the coffee in a daze, and drank it in one gulp. The strong bitter taste rushed into his brain instantly, and the bitterness made his whole body feel sick.

"You haven't eaten for seventy years. Don't be so anxious. It's bad for your stomach. There was no coffee of this brand seventy years ago. You may not be used to it. Take your time." Duke sat at the desk of the clinic On, speaking casually, as if a patient were in front of him.

"What do you mean by seventy years?" Steve's body froze, and a chill hit his heart. He probably guessed something, but tried not to think in that direction.

"It literally means that your plane crashed into the deep sea. When I found you, it was nearly seventy years since the crash." Duke stared at Steve's dodging eyes, and revealed the truth word by word.

Steve swallowed his saliva and forced a smile: "This joke is not funny... You must know that I am not a joker..."

Duke didn't speak, just looked at the other party, picked up the coffee, blew on the hot air, and took a sip.

"Seventy years...that's really a long time." After a long silence, Steve lowered his head and lowered his voice a bit hoarse. He was very reluctant to believe Duke's words, but what he saw and heard just now told him that what Duke said was true. He could vaguely recognize the outside area as Brooklyn, the hometown where he was born and raised, but it was too strange, except for a certain alley where he was beaten back then, he didn't know the rest.

"To be precise, it's less than seventy years, about sixty-five years." Duke drank his coffee in one gulp, and looked at the decadent man sitting on the sofa. Steve's figure was bent, trembling from time to time, Obviously can't accept the reality.

"How about it, captain, do you want to go out for a walk?" Duke stood up, pulled off the hoodie and covered his head, picked up the coat on the hanger and threw it to Steve. The other party's clothes were too dazzling, and he didn't want to follow Be regarded as COS lovers.

Steve took the clothes and didn't move, maybe because he was afraid of the outside world, he didn't move in a daze, and stood there blankly.

"Why, do you still want to sleep and go shopping tomorrow?"

"No, just now! I think I've been asleep for a long time." Steve put on his coat to cover his battle suit, and followed Duke out the door.

As a salty fish with pursuit, I decided to turn over. Second watch...