Captain America Awakens

"Tony, Jarvis, is the Captain America you mentioned the one I read about in books?"

Pepper, standing nearby, heard this and asked uncertainly.

"If Jarvis’s information is correct, then it’s that Captain America."

"But Pepper, you don’t need to be too surprised. We joined the Void Cult and came into contact with a new world."

"Someone who supposedly died long ago suddenly coming back to life is unusual, but not impossible."

Tony casually remarked as he poured himself a glass of wine.

"Jarvis, display the information related to Captain America’s record and achievements."

Tony gave the order.

"Yes."

At Tony’s command, Jarvis displayed all the information before him regarding Captain America’s past achievements and the physical abilities he had demonstrated.

"Two tons of strength? He may be able to grow stronger, but the enhancements from the serum are ultimately limited. He can’t even resist bullets with his body. He doesn’t seem very capable."

Tony sipped his wine, looked through Captain America’s files, and gave him a very low evaluation.

When fully utilizing the Iron Man armor’s performance, Tony was confident he could fight Renoli the Supersonic at full strength.

Fighting an opponent at Captain America’s level was no different from fighting ordinary terrorists.

Even the fourth or fifth generation Iron Man armor he had built in the beginning could instantly defeat an opponent of that level.

Captain America’s physical abilities far surpassed those of ordinary people, but if he could not withstand bullets with his body, then his ability to survive was quite average. A few weapons could take him out easily.

"Though he isn’t very powerful, Nick Fury will probably recruit him into the Avengers Initiative."

Jarvis spoke after hearing this.

After traveling to Xandar and connecting to the cosmic network, Jarvis’s horizons had expanded considerably.

With Captain America’s level of strength, he was at most comparable to a member who had only recently joined the Void Cult on Void Island.

As for those who had joined the Void Cult much earlier, as well as certain powerful individuals who already possessed superpowers—

Captain America’s merely superhuman strength truly was nothing worth mentioning.

"His physical abilities may far surpass those of ordinary people, and he may not be strong on a cosmic scale, but Captain America can still deal with some terrorists on Earth."

"Nick Fury doesn’t have many people under his command he can direct right now, so it isn’t strange for him to recruit Captain America."

"More importantly, keep an eye on the various places. An alien invasion is the most urgent matter."

Tony said.

Only after dealing with the alien invasion would he have time to go into space and let himself loose, instead of being restricted on Earth.

Thus, Tony was exceptionally concerned about an alien invasion. He even hoped they would arrive sooner, so that once it was resolved, he could head out and have some fun without worry.

"Yes."

Jarvis replied immediately.

Afterward, Tony chatted with Pepper for a while before continuing his technological research. He had mastered a great deal of knowledge, but he needed time to verify it before it could become his own wealth and fighting strength.

A month passed, and it became May.

Inside a house in Brooklyn, New York.

A handsome, broad-shouldered blond man with blue eyes was looking at a room whose furnishings were extremely similar to those from the past.

Steve Rogers had been awake for three days.

He had also learned that he had been frozen for decades before being revived in the modern era of 2011.

Over those decades, America had developed at a rapid pace, gaining many things that some people might once have fantasized about encountering if they traveled into the future.

But when he truly experienced it, he found that most of the people he had known in the past had already died.

Yet he still retained the appearance he had in his youth.

It gave him the feeling of being in a strange world, leaving Steve neither delighted nor filled with anticipation for the modern age.

Steve looked at the old things in the room, then at the bustling prosperity of traffic outside the window, and felt a sense of loneliness.

But since he had been revived, Steve certainly could not commit suicide.

No matter what, he had to see what America, the country he had once served, had become.

So Steve walked out of the house and onto the crowded streets. Some of the shops and people he remembered had long since vanished, replaced by towering skyscrapers everywhere.

People appeared so tiny amid those skyscrapers.

Steve walked through the neighborhood, observing everything around him. When he spotted a building with utterly atrocious aesthetics, he saw the Stark Industries sign above it and sat down in a café.

Fortunately, although decades had passed, the language had not changed much, so communicating with others was not difficult for him.

Steve drank coffee while looking at the highly ostentatious building.

He could tell that Stark Industries had endured the ravages of time. Decades had passed without any sign of decline; on the contrary, it had developed extremely well.

Otherwise, it could never have constructed such a skyscraper in this central area of New York.

He had also seen in the newspaper that the current person in control of Stark Industries was Tony Stark, Howard Stark’s son.

Both father and son were genius inventors, possessing minds and wisdom far ahead of their time.

However, compared to Howard Stark, who kept himself clean, his son Tony Stark was far more promiscuous and even more flamboyant than Howard.

As far as Steve knew, Tony Stark had been born in 1970. At forty-one years old, he still seemed unmarried, yet he was engrossed in playing the hero admired by countless people and even called himself Iron Man.

To Steve, who had experienced the cruelty of war, Tony Stark’s behavior was merely childish playacting.

After finishing his coffee, Steve had just returned home.

A bald Black man wearing an eyepatch appeared inside Steve’s house.

"Who are you?"

Steve’s gaze narrowed slightly as he looked at the bald Black man, but he was not afraid as he spoke.

"My name is Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"I was the one who successfully rescued you from the ice and brought you back to consciousness."

"I think we need to talk."

Nick Fury sat in a single-seat sofa and spoke to Steve.

"It seems I don’t need to introduce myself. Then, Director Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D., what do you want to discuss?"

After hearing that Nick Fury was S.H.I.E.L.D.’s director and knowing that S.H.I.E.L.D. had indeed rescued him, Steve leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and spoke.

"You are a Super Soldier injected with the Super Serum. If we count the years you spent frozen, you are much older than I am."

"Following the principle of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, you can just call me Fury."

Nick Fury said.

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