I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Fury stared at John for a while, then turned to Hill and asked, "How much sound-absorbing steel do we have?"

Hill didn't expect that Fury would really compromise, which surprised her. She thought for a moment and said, "There are still 2000 grams."

Sound-absorbing steel is vibranium, which is not only rare, but also very expensive.

One gram of vibranium costs US$10000, which is two hundred times more expensive than gold.

The $2000 million in vibranium made Fred's eyelids jump. He looked at Agent Hill and thought, couldn't he underpay a little?

Agent Hill felt helpless, and you yourself didn't show any mercy.

Oh, maybe I did. Maybe my face was too dark to see clearly.

"You'd better let this guy wake up," Fury said through gritted teeth, "or I'll let you leave the United States forever."

John thought for a while and smiled brightly, "Add a little more and it will work immediately. I heard there is something called Adamantium alloy. Do you still have it?"

At that moment, Agent Hill clearly saw his boss's fists clenching.

The way she looked at John changed.

Usually only Fury deceives people, but I have never seen Fury being manipulated so badly.

Even Adamantium alloy is required.

That thing is a super-hard metal fused using vibranium as a raw material. Compared with vibranium to absorb impact force, Adamantium alloy has a higher hardness.

It's just that vibranium has the properties of sound-absorbing steel, so it is expensive even as a raw material.

Hill swore that Fury absolutely wanted to strangle John to death.

John waved his hand and said: "I only need 1000 grams of vibranium, and give me the rest of the Adamantium alloy."

His understanding look made Fury turn his body and take a few deep breaths.

John also knows that he can't push people too hard. After all, he is also the future founder of the Avengers.

He made a deal with Nick Fury and placed the wand on Popsicle's forehead in front of the hospital bed.

This action alone made Agent Hill subconsciously put his hand on the gun.

Fury raised his hand to stop her, "Let him continue."

...

In a bar.

"So let's just say, you want us to go back again?"

"almost."

Steve Rogers looked at the team members he was about to recruit, feeling a little dazed, as if he had experienced this scene before.

He was wearing a military uniform, which added to his handsome face and military toughness.

He is the focus of this bar.

The team members who had narrowly escaped death from the Hydra base looked at him.

They are the bravest warriors and trustworthy partners.

One drink can make a man go through fire and water.

Steve came to his friend, looked at his friend's face that had been transformed by imprisonment, and asked with a smile: "Are you ready to go through fire and water with Captain America?"

"Of course not," Bucky said with a smile as he drank. "For the kid I came out with in Brooklyn."

The team members sang and the sound gradually stopped.

Steve and Bucky looked over in surprise.

A woman who made them forget how to sing.

Wearing a stunning red dress, Agent Carter, who usually wears military uniform, puts on a flaming dress.

Her arrival made Steve's sense of familiarity even stronger.

"It seems your elite troops are ready."

Carter came over, her figure had a pear shape brought about by exercise.

Attracted all eyes.

Looking at this woman, Steve felt more and more familiar.

Bucky saw this scene and showed a knowing expression, "You don't like music?"

"I like music," Carter's eyes didn't move from Steve's eyes, looking into those blue eyes.

"Maybe when the war is over, I'll go dancing."

Bucky saw that Steve didn't react, so the good brother started to assist, "Then what are we waiting for?"

Carter heard this and stared at Steve. That expression said everything. His red lips parted slightly, "A suitable dance partner."

Steve's deep gaze stayed on the woman's eyes. He didn't understand why everything seemed so familiar.

It was as familiar as if I had heard these words before.

Carter's invitation made him reach out and touch his heart, feeling its beating.

"Very true, isn't it?"

The voice broke in suddenly, and Steve turned to look.

At the other end of the bar, there was a man sitting in the corner of the bar.

In this warm-colored bar, the man shook the wine glass in his hand and smiled at Steve, "Hello, Steve Rogers."

It was the appearance of this person that made Steve's familiar world start to look a little strange.

He covered his head, a sense of disobedience warning him along with the stinging pain.

Steve staggered and raised his eyes to look at John, "Who are you?"

"Me?" John, who was wearing a retro suit from the 40s, said with a smile, "A stranger, that's all."

He stood up and walked towards Steve, raised his left hand and touched Steve's forehead.

Steve was startled and wanted to stop him.

There was a coolness that penetrated into his brain along the touched spot, making his severe pain disappear.

Shaking his head, Steve suddenly realized that he was no longer in the bar, but holding a silver shield in his hand.

Before he could recover, he saw Agent Carter opposite, who had changed his clothes and raised his pistol with a cold face.

Steve was startled and quickly raised his shield.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

All the bullets fell on the shield, and the shriveled bullets fell on the ground.

"Very good, it will come in handy."

After Carter finished speaking, he placed the gun heavily on the table and left.

Steve's face was still confused, and he quickly realized that this was when he went to Howard's to pick out equipment.

"This is what the original shield looked like." The shield was knocked, and Steve looked at it immediately.

John was wearing a vest suit and a gold pocket watch chain.

He picked up a shriveled bullet and marveled: "It can absorb the impact."

"who are you?"

"Same question again," John picked up the pistol Carter used just now, "You don't have any others?"

Steve was dazed for a moment, remembering that he had asked this.

"How is this going?"

He looked at the shield, and then at Howard Stark who was frightened by Carter's shot.

It's all too weird.

"I was clearly at the bar just now, why am I here all of a sudden?"

He knew that only John in front of him could explain all this to him.

John put the pistol into the holster on his waist, patted it, walked over and took out a piece of paper from Steve's pocket and handed it to Howard next to him, "This is your world, Steve."

Howard didn't seem to feel anything was wrong. He took the paper with the ideas for combat uniforms and turned around to leave.

"You will find that all this is very familiar." John snapped his fingers, and the shield in Steve's hand became more colorful, and he also wore a new combat uniform, "because you have experienced all of this."

Steve looked at him. He recognized the suit. He had designed it himself.

But it should be worn on the battlefield.

"You tell me, this world is my memory?"

Steve couldn't believe it, "But I obviously..."

"Think about why it feels familiar to you, and why you feel like you can guess the next sentence."

John snapped his fingers again, and the surrounding scene changed again.

This was the bar where they recruited team members not long ago, but now, there are only charred ruins left here.

The bar counter was covered with debris and glass.

Steve sat on the chair. He subconsciously turned around and saw Carter walking in.

It was as if he knew everything that would happen next, even though he didn't hear the footsteps, he could tell where Carter was coming from.

On the chair diagonally opposite, John was wiping a wine glass.

"Does it feel familiar?" John took a breath at the cup and wiped off all the dust. "It's like knowing her arrival and knowing her first words."

Steve had a complicated expression, nodded, and watched Carter hold up the stool and sit next to John.

"Your metabolic rate is four times that of an average person."

As he spoke, Carter also said the same thing.

He completely believed what John told him.

This is a memory, or a dream.

Steve hesitated and asked, "Am I dead?"

"No, but he's sleeping." John put down the glass and poured a glass of wine from the bottle on the table. "You may never wake up. It depends on you."

"Dreams are very magical things," John said calmly as the wine glass gradually filled up. "Some people can experience their entire lives in their dreams, from birth to death, and only wake up in a short hour."

"Your dream has been going on for many years."

Steve smiled bitterly, "Over the years, it seems I've missed some."

"It's not too bad," John said with a raised eyebrow as he pushed the drink to Steve, "If you can survive a situation like that, what else do you want."

Steve paused, and the image of himself falling into the ice appeared in his mind.

I'm really lucky to be alive under such circumstances.

...