A Sky Carrier for Me

Some people always dreamed of transmigrating.

Transmigrating to another world, to the past, to the future.

But had they really considered the consequences of transmigration?

Would a brand-new world really be what they wanted?

Even if they transmigrated into the past or future of the same world, could they truly adapt?

If they transmigrated to the past, there would be no phones, no computers, not even air conditioning or flush toilets. There would not even be toilet paper to wipe their ass with. Even the language would have changed over the long years. In everyone else’s eyes, they would be an outsider, an outsider with communication difficulties. Could they really get used to living like that?

If they transmigrated to the future, with technology decades ahead and lifestyles that had already been completely transformed, could they keep up with the people around them? Would they feel like primitives who understood nothing?

Even if none of that was a problem, after losing everything familiar and rashly entering an unfamiliar environment, would they not feel lonely?

Old Wang understood very well what that kind of loneliness felt like. He had experienced it twice.

Captain America had not.

What he knew was everything from sixty years ago, not the present.

There were no teammates who had fought alongside him day and night, no mustachioed Howard, no beautiful and capable Carter, not even Red Skull. Everything around him was telling him one fact:

You do not belong to this era.

No matter how much others admired or welcomed you, there would inevitably be an unbridgeable barrier between you. They respected you, but they would not be close to you. That was the sense of distance created by more than sixty years. Perhaps it could gradually fade with time.

But not now.

Humans were social creatures.

But Captain America was alone now, all by himself. The Civil War between heroes, his refusal to sign the Sokovia Accords—both were related to his experience of crossing more than sixty years.

A person like that naturally would not trust the government, nor would he trust any team.

He did not belong to S.H.I.E.L.D., did not belong to the Avengers Initiative, and did not even belong to the United States, because he simply did not belong to this era.

Egghead still had people he trusted, but Captain America had no one.

If there had to be one, it was only the Winter Soldier.

Only the Winter Soldier could help him adapt to this world as quickly as possible.

So Old Wang quickly had everyone leave, giving them plenty of time to enjoy their time alone together.

Letting these two people who had stepped outside their era return to the world that belonged to them.

A powerful physique gave rise to powerful mental fortitude. Captain America adapted quickly and was highly receptive to new things.

But the time was too short. He had no way to process the changes of more than sixty years—

Howard was dead, and Carter was old.

Only the Winter Soldier remained, with the same face and the same scent as before.

Despite his powerful physique, more than sixty years of sleep had still changed Captain America. His whole body felt as though it did not belong to him. He needed to adapt again and undergo rehabilitation training.

The Winter Soldier was the best sparring partner.

As early as three months ago, Old Wang had specifically asked Fitz to build a high-intensity training room.

It had initially been prepared for Daredevil and the other two. The walls and ceiling were made from high-strength materials, even tougher than steel. No matter how strong Captain America was, it would be difficult for him to smash them apart.

If they broke, they could simply be replaced. Old Wang had money.

Occasionally, Old Wang would personally spar with him as well, deepening his relationship with Captain America along the way.

He could clearly sense Captain America’s distrust.

Every action had a purpose. Captain America was an extremely intelligent person. It was easy for him to see why Old Wang had saved him and know that this man was far from perfect, not even a purely good person.

Winning Captain America’s trust was even harder than winning Egghead’s. Old Wang had neither the time nor the interest, and he had no intention of sleeping with him. Being familiar was enough.

He still had plenty of things waiting for him.

Three days later, Simmons’s Resurrection Serum was finally prepared. Old Wang opened a door and delivered it to S.H.I.E.L.D. Triskelion Headquarters.

The moment Egghead saw the case in Old Wang’s hand, his black eyes lit up as if they had seen the light, gleaming brightly.

Master Wang had actually agreed, and he had brought a hundred doses at once. That exceeded his expectations.

Had this guy suddenly grown a conscience?

"Ten million dollars per dose."

Old Wang pressed a hand against the case, his gaze blazing. "Cash on delivery."

"Deal!"

Egghead, who had fooled around with Tony just a few days ago, was now so broke that all he had left was money. He had used S.H.I.E.L.D.’s fixed assets to pull in a great deal of sponsorship from Stark Industries, all of which had been transferred into his own account. With a grand wave of his hand, he paid one billion dollars as if it were nothing.

"You can check the account!"

A text message popped up. Old Wang really did glance at it, counted the zeros after the one, then pushed the case toward Egghead and said earnestly, "Even a rich household has no surplus grain. Use them sparingly."

Egghead did not understand the first half at all, but he deeply related to the second half.

That previous deal had been too casual, too wild. In the future, he needed to pay more attention to his position and force. If he accidentally overdid it and threw out his old back, that would be troublesome. It would be a loss for the country, a loss for the whole world.

"How are things going?"

Old Wang spread out his psychic senses and discovered that many areas of Triskelion Headquarters were under reconstruction. All three Sky Carriers in the underground area had been grounded. Only the R&D department was still working overtime, and there was even a familiar figure among them.

"Tony is working hard, huh?" Old Wang smiled.

"He’s been in contact with you this whole time?"

Egghead had no real concept of how powerful Old Wang’s psychic abilities were. He had no idea that just moments ago, he had already been cuckolded on the S.H.I.E.L.D. level. He nodded and said, "Other than burgers and women, only high technology can attract him. He improved the antigravity devices and is modifying the ship-wide cloaking system, adding a large Arc Reactor and ultra-high-power thrusters to ensure the Sky Carriers can achieve suborbital cruising and supersonic flight."

There was nothing to hide about any of this. Skye could invade S.H.I.E.L.D.’s database whenever she wanted, and there was no stopping her.

Besides, Tony was unreliable. His closeness with Master Wang far exceeded his own. He had heard that Master Wang and Tony were constantly making deals, trading technology for technology. There was nothing he could do about it.

He had originally planned to ask Tony to help set up a cybersecurity system, but after thinking it over, that would be like inviting a wolf into the house. Better forget it.

That sounded pretty good… Old Wang pondered.

Building such a massive weapon of war was not just a matter of the enormous technical foundation required. Even if Skye could obtain all the data, it would not be easy.

It would require an enormous construction team, all kinds of high-tech equipment, and government approval.

And even if everything were settled, time would still be a problem.

Even at the fastest pace, the complete process of building a Sky Carrier could not be finished in two or three years. And judging by the timeline, Thanos’s "Snap Edition Mandatory Family Planning" was already underway. The Chitauri would soon attack Earth. There was not enough time.

So…

He thought for a moment, then casually said, "How about giving me one?"

???

Egghead had been opening the case and counting the Resurrection Serum doses to see whether there were truly a hundred and whether any were counterfeit or defective. The moment he heard Old Wang’s words, his mind filled with question marks.

Master Wang, you were even better at joking than Coulson—and this was a cosmic-level joke!

Too lazy to pay Old Wang any attention, Egghead examined every dose, then looked at Old Wang.

His expression and gaze made his meaning obvious:

The deal is complete. You can leave now.

Old Wang chuckled and turned to leave.

For now, this was only a little warning. Go ahead and build your Sky Carriers well. I’ll provide as much technical support as I can.

Because one day, you’ll discover that thing was actually being built for me…