Transforming American comics starts with a leap of faith

Chapter 116 Steve Wears Lion Skin

【Joyful people are stooped by sorrow】

A cemetery in New York.

This cemetery is built for those soldiers who made outstanding contributions in World War II and died as a result.

Some of them don't even have any bones left, so they can only erect a tombstone symbolically.

In fact, there used to be people coming and going here.

People from all over America are willing to travel thousands of miles to come here to pay homage to those martyrs who fought bravely.

But it has been more than 60 years since the end of World War II...

Most of the people who have personally experienced those years have become loess. Those magnificent lives, involving the joys and sorrows of thousands of families, are just cold words in books.

Nowadays, probably only on the anniversary of the victory of World War II, people will come to worship ritually under the leadership of the city government.

On weekdays, there is not even a ghost.

But today, this special cemetery ushered in a very special person.

He was blond, well built, and handsome, and he fit all the old-school American visions of a perfect man.

Like a man stepped out of a pictorial magazine of the last century... and indeed it is.

He looks very young, but his real age is older than this cemetery.

Steve Rogers.

The well-known superhero looked sadly at the tombstone in front of him.

James Buchanan Barnes

This is the real name of his close comrade in arms, but Steve usually calls him:
"Bucky..."

Steve knelt down and placed the bouquet in front of the tombstone, covering the simple epitaph:
Howling Commandos, a hero.

The young man murmured, "Is this all the traces you left behind?"

Even after two days of waking up, Steve still feels unreal about what he sees.

But those events from decades ago are as real to him as yesterday.

This absurd sense of alienation tortured his heart, forcing Steve to search for traces of the past.

But he couldn't find it.

In the relentless time, everything he knew has grown old with it.

[When you return to the dust, I will send out hair for you]

"team leader."

"Ah."

Steve stood up, and the tsunami of memories in his mind gradually faded.

"Let's go back."

Several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who took care of and helped Steve adapt to modern life led him to the vehicle that had been prepared earlier.

On the comfortable leather back seat, Steve's memories were frozen in the last battle before being frozen.

He watched helplessly as his best friend fell helplessly into the abyss.

He couldn't help thinking, if he held that hand, could Bucky be frozen with him until now?

Steve clenched his right fist.

The vehicle started and drove towards his residence.

It is also the temporary residence of S.H.I.E.L.D.

The matter of the captain's return is still a top secret until now, not to mention ordinary people, in S.H.I.E.L.D., unless it is directly related to this matter, or the authority is lower than level 9, they don't know the news.

And his well-known face is obviously not suitable for being seen by too many people.

So they are very careful to avoid passers-by.

On the uneven road in Brooklyn, Steve looked out the car window to the other side of Broken Island.

It is said that there is now Zaun.

Noticing the captain's gaze, an agent sighed:
"Captain, you don't know how difficult our life is during this time."

Steve nodded.

He also found that in this era, the situation is more complicated and dangerous than it has been in decades.

A mechanized mad scientist, a billionaire flying around in the sky wearing a steel battle suit, a girl who summons meteorites to attack her opponent... a giant with green skin and infinite strength, a god cast by stars to slay a dragon with one hand.

Too much.

The peace Steve fought for has not come, and the world has become more and more chaotic.

The agent smiled slightly: "It's all right now, Captain, when you come back, you will definitely be able to lead us to victory as you did before."

The driver who drove the car also smiled cheerfully.

Steve also smiled, but there was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

He suddenly understood that the world hadn't changed, no matter what era he was in, there would always be battles waiting for him.

What was changed was actually himself... The frozen years were not without traces.

Even though his body is still young, his heart is already old.

But will Steve avoid the battle he's about to face?

Of course not, because he is a real fighter.

The journey was not too far away, and it didn't take long for them to return to their temporary residence.

Before entering the door, the agent smiled and said:
"Captain, we have prepared a surprise for you, you will definitely like it."

"I am looking forward."

Steve smiled convincingly.

It wasn't an accident, it was his old friend... the sound-absorbing steel shield.

Soldiers have to go to the battlefield desperately, and supplies can never be treated harshly.

Subconsciously, Steve took it in his hand and equipped it, stretched out his left hand to stroke the smooth surface, the familiar sound of friction sounded, and he showed his first real smile since waking up.

Finally, there are still some things that have not aged with time.

"Not only that, but we have also prepared a new gadget that cannot be copied."

Steve: "What's that?"

A battle suit.

From the appearance, this battle suit is no different from the one he wore in World War II.

The person who did this was very caring, knowing that he just woke up and needed something from the past to comfort his lonely soul.

Even if it just looks like it.

"What's so special about it?"

Steve asked.

The agent seemed to have expected it a long time ago, took out a sharp tactical short knife, and stabbed at the suit without sparing any effort.

Steve's expression changed.

He found that under such an attack, this suit didn't even have a slight scratch.

The agent stopped moving and said slowly:

"We have experimented, and we haven't found anything that can tear through its defenses in an instant."

Steve walked over and stroked the suit. Judging from the feel, it seemed to be some kind of leather.

The agent continued: "You don't have to worry about it anymore, someone bypassed the shield and attacked your feet, hahaha."

The joy of soldiers encountering good equipment is probably common.

Steve smiled and said, "Thank you."

The agent shook his head: "What we should do, let's try it."

After a while, a completely new Steve Rogers stood in front of the full-length mirror.

He applauded: "It fits well."

The agent laughed, looking very happy.

"If it doesn't fit, it's over." The agent said in a proud tone, but with a constipated look on his face, "You can never imagine how much effort we have put into making this suit."

"Is this material special?"

"It's quite special. It comes from a creature that came out of mythology. It's very difficult to deal with. If it wasn't for someone to turn the tide, that day might become Manhattan's Good Friday."

"Sounds very dangerous, a mythical creature..." Steve stroked the super-defensive battle suit and asked:
"What creature?"

"Greek mythology, one of the twelve challenges of Hercules, the Nemean lion."

"The skin of a lion..."

[I will wear a lion's skin and wander in the wilderness]

Someone opened the door and came in.

"Colson and the others are here."

"Well, let's go, captain, to meet some new friends." The agent led the way and said with a smile:

"If I remember correctly, Coulson is your loyal fan, don't be intimidated by his enthusiasm for a while!"

　In the afternoon, I went to the digital store and touched Tsinghua Tongfang casually.Because I didn’t write anything last night or this morning, if there are no accidents, there are still two chapters today...but tomorrow is Saturday, so I should be able to pay back the update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)