Steve Roger had a very long, seemingly endless dream.
In that dream world, he defeated the Hydra led by the Red Skeleton, ended the war, and became the hero of the United States.
Peggy also agreed to his dance invitation and married him not long after, living a happy and beautiful life.
Just like that, the two of them lived sweet and warm days in this world without smoke and war. They were carefree and slowly grew old together…until a warm current came and washed away this beautiful dream.
The long darkness began to dissipate, and his body gradually regained consciousness. His heart, which had not beat for seventy years, also began to move.
Immediately after, the brain, internal organs, nerves, blood vessels…Countless tissues and organs began to wake up and quickly emitted vigorous vitality.
His eyelids moved slightly, and the thin eyelids seemed to carry a weight that did not match its size. When Steve Roger opened his eyes hazily, what he saw was an environment that made him feel particularly confused.
It was not the hard deck of an aircraft, nor was it the hell or heaven that he imagined.
Beneath him was a very comfortable bed, and above him was a snow-white ceiling. Surrounding him was a pile of medical equipment that he felt familiar yet unfamiliar with.
"You're awake…"
Just as he was wondering, a young voice suddenly sounded in his ear, which made Steve's hair stand on end.
In just a few minutes, the body that had been injected with the super serum had recovered some of its strength. It did not have any side effects such as stiffness or muscle weakness from being in a low-temperature environment for a long time.
This made Steve jump out of bed almost instinctively. He then half-squatted on the ground and looked warily at the source of the sound.
It was a black-haired man dressed in strange clothes. He was not old, at most in his early twenties.
His figure was tall and well-proportioned, and his facial features were also rare and handsome, making people have a good impression of him at a glance.
Of course, for Captain America, who had experienced the war years, a mere appearance could not affect his judgment. Instead, it made him even more vigilant.
Captain America, who had completely woken up, looked at the young man in front of him warily without saying a word. His muscles tensed up and he entered a state of alert. He glanced around the room again and finally stopped on the shield beside the young man's feet.
Steve's last memory was that he had piloted the out-of-control fighter jet and sunk into the ice sheet. When he woke up, he was in a high-tech " hospital." Based on the familiar tingling sensation on his elbow, he was sure that someone had taken his blood.
All of this made the captain feel as if he was facing a great enemy. He thought that he was still on the battlefield and that he might be captured by the enemy.
However, the enemy's head wasn't very good. He wasn't restrained, and there were no soldiers guarding him with guns. The only living thing that could be seen was a pretty boy.
The most important thing was that his shield (main body) was right in front of him. He could easily get it with a flip of his body!
Steve couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at this discovery.
He wasn't bragging, but as long as he had a shield, even if he was trapped in the Hydra's base camp, he was confident that he could kill them all.
" Relax, Captain. I'm not your enemy…"
Kao pursed his lips. As a former Samsara traveler, he could understand the contempt in his captain's eyes. However, he thought that there was no need for him to get angry with a combat unit, so he kindly reminded,""And I advise you not to be impulsive. You'll get hurt.”
"What a coincidence. This is exactly what I wanted to say to you.”
Steve said coldly. He then strode forward and reached out his hand at a speed that ordinary people could hardly react to, as if he wanted to subdue Kao directly.
However, just as Steve's palm was about to touch the Khal, a slender and fair hand grabbed his wrist, making him unable to move.
That hand was very beautiful. The five fingers were long and slender, and the joints were distinct. The fingertips were very thin, and the nails were neatly trimmed. The veins under the fair skin were like streams.
A man with such hands was either a pampered young master, a nerd in school, or an office clerk.
In Steve's eyes, all of these people were weak and weak.
However, it was such a standard hand that made Steve, a super soldier, unable to resist. No matter how hard he tried, he could not break free.
What a ghost!
Steve was shocked, but his tenacious will did not allow him to give up struggling. The next second, he reached out his free hand and pressed it on Kao's shoulder, then raised his head and slammed it hard on his head.
Dong!
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The second was after 12 noon!
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