I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Inside the boxing gym.

The sound of fists hitting the sandbags was endless.

A man with a perfect figure was shaking his fists and sweating, but his thoughts returned to his childhood.

A dark night, a roaring black substance, a terrifying disaster.

The thin boy ran, with his best friend beside him.

They seek shelter from this disaster.

The terrifying black material swept past, the building collapsed, and debris flew towards the two boys.

The thin boy saw vaguely before touching him.

On the top of a building, a man with snow-white hair waved.

The car swept into the sky hit the debris, causing the debris to deflect.

"Run, Steve!"

A good friend reminded the thin boy, but in the blink of an eye, the man with snow-white hair disappeared.

Little Steve, who had just escaped from danger, was about to leave when he saw a woman being injured by building debris.

The sense of justice he had since childhood made him decisively go to help, "Bucky, there is someone out there who needs help!"

A horrific accident that devastated half of New York.

Time goes back to the present.

Steve woke up from a 70-year sleep and punched the sandbag one after another to vent his emotions.

Since waking up, he has discovered that there is a memory in his mind that does not exist in the past.

The raging black substance, the terrifying destructive power, the white-haired man.

All kinds of things echoed in my mind, alternating between war and childhood.

A punch is heavier than a punch.

"boom!"

After all, the sandbag couldn't bear it anymore. The chain was broken by a punch, and the sandbag exploded and flew out.

Steve gasped slightly, "That memory, and that person..."

He couldn't understand why he had no memory of that memory before.

It was as if he had forgotten everything that happened, and there was not even any record in the records.

And Steve was left alone to enjoy the memory, leaving him struggling in his sleep.

After standing still for a while, he walked to the spare sandbag and picked up a new sandbag.

In front of the powerful body given by the super serum, the heavy sandbag seemed as light as being filled with cotton.

During the period after waking up from a deep sleep, he used this method to discover the 70 years of missed time.

Repositioning himself, the punch landed on the sandbag again.

It was also at this time that Fury came here.

"Can't sleep?"

Fury, who was walking over, looked at the exploded sandbag and saw that he was indeed the perfect soldier he had spent tens of millions of dollars to revive.

"I've been sleeping for 70 years, sir," Steve focused on hitting the sandbags, and the banging sound was heard continuously, "I think I've slept enough."

"Then you should go out for a walk and see the scenery." Fury did not get into the topic directly, but chatted about family matters.

"When I passed out, the world was at war." Steve stopped hitting the sandbags and walked aside to remove the straps on his hands. "When I woke up, I heard that we won, but I didn't know what the price was."

Fury walked up to him and said calmly: "We have made a lot of mistakes over the years."

"Terrible, cruel, in this land, life is as fragile as the wind and clouds."

Fury's voice was heavy, "Even now."

Steve glanced at him, "You have a mission for me, sir?"

"Yes." Fury nodded.

"Let me integrate into the new world?"

"Let you save it."

Fury handed over the information, and Steve opened it and saw something familiar.

The secret weapon of Hydra that once fell into the glacier with him, the Cosmic Cube.

After Hydra disappeared, it was found and studied by Howard Stark, but was taken away from him again.

Seeing the Rubik's Cube, Steve felt his head hurt and he covered his forehead.

Fury looked at him, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, sir." A scene of the plane crash flashed before Steve's eyes, and there was a man with black hair next to him.

After he woke up, he would dream about that person from time to time.

But that memory is like every dream, so familiar yet vague.

Steve said to himself, "Who is he?"

"Who?" Fury asked.

"A man with black hair," Steve stared at the information for a while and shook his head. "It's okay."

Fury began to wonder if something was wrong with John's treatment.

He had spent tens of millions of dollars in real money. Should John compensate him if something happened?

But what matters right now is the Cosmic Cube.

He told Steve that an Asgardian named Loki had taken the stuff away.

"If you join us, I have to teach you some extra lessons," Fury said. "The world is changing faster than you can imagine."

As a veteran of World War II, Steve said nothing could surprise him. He said flatly: "I'm already used to it."

Fury took a look and said, "I bet you ten dollars that you're wrong."

Steve left without comment.

Before leaving, he carried a sandbag and prepared to go home and continue boxing.

There's a troublesome guy here.

Who knows, I woke up with an extra black officer.

...

day.

The doorbell of Wick's house rang.

John opened the door and Coulson had that friendly smile.

John closed the door behind his back and walked back.

"Ding dong."

Coulson had no choice but to ring the doorbell again, and the door opened again as promised.

Only this time, John held a cup of steaming coffee in his hand and said expressionlessly: "Give me a reason not to throw coffee in your face."

You betrayed my father and now you dare to come to our house?

If you dare to knock on the door today, you may demolish your home tomorrow, and you may kill someone the day after tomorrow.

Colson smiled awkwardly and said, "It's something you're very anxious about. You can take a look at it first."

He handed over a computer. John glanced at it and took it.

The computer contains records about the theft of the Cosmic Cube.

John remained expressionless after reading this and handed the computer to Coulson, "So?"

"We hope you can help." Coulson thought carefully about his words, "Asgardians, involving...magic."

Judging from SHIELD's research on Thor, the Asgardians do not use technology, but energy called magic.

Loki is Thor's younger brother and the prince of Asgard.

The opponent single-handedly defeated an entire SHIELD base, and even controlled many agents, including Barton and Professor Selvig.

Maybe that way of controlling people is magic.

SHIELD doesn't want to give up on Barton yet, so finding a powerful wizard as a guarantee is a good way.

And John the Mysterious Wizard is a good choice.

After hearing the reason, John closed the door and said to Moss: "If he comes over again, he will energize the doorbell."

"Okay, sir."

Coulson was helpless outside the door. When he was working as an undercover agent next to Watson Wick, he was sent to the frontier with no chance to get close to him, and now he is still hated by his son.

"Natasha, it seems you are the only one taking action."

He said something to the headset and turned to leave.

Natasha also defeated Dr. Banner and invited him to track the Cosmic Cube.

The plane took the green light all the way to Wick's house.

While getting on the elevator, she and Hattie bump into each other.

Two beauties, one with red hair and one with platinum blonde hair.

It seems that these two people with hair color are not born to deal with each other. It is not easy for them to find each other when they meet.

"Hello, I'm John's assistant." Hattie took the lead, with a haughty smile.

Not to be outdone, Natasha raised her eyebrows and said, "Oh? It seems that you are my assistant?"

"Natalie Nomankov."

She used a trick to hide the needle in the cotton, making Hattie's smile disappear.

Heading to Wick's house, Hattie stood in front of him and rang the doorbell.

"Ring the doorbell?" Natasha sneered.

He took out a hairpin and fiddled with it a few times. The door lock was unlocked before John even came over to open the door.

The familiar efficiency of opening the door made John stunned.

After the door opened, two beauties with very different personalities stood at the door, smelling like gunpowder.

John touched his chin, "Do you know each other?"

"do not know!"

Speaking in unison, the two looked at each other again.

I didn't know it had such a strong smell.

John secretly complained.

Inviting the two of them in, John said casually: "Let me introduce, this is my assistant. This one, um, is also my assistant, but he has been absent from work for a long time."

John glanced at Natasha. As soon as Coulson left, Natasha came.

He was a little depressed.

Why do the Avengers still have their own role?

It seems that the Cosmic Cube has been snatched away.

In other words, the war is about to begin?

...