After the whitewashing of Chaoying, they were reborn [Comprehensive Yingmei]

2020, August.

New York, Times Square subway station.

In the 2012 New York War, the Chitauri destroyed half of the Times Square subway station and cut off the entire subway, causing nearly a hundred casualties.

After that, the government rebuilt the platform and installed thick safety doors on both sides of the platform, and even the transparent part is made of bulletproof glass mixed with vibrating gold.

As the subway station with the largest passenger flow, it is always overcrowded.

The last subway train just left.

Those who didn’t get on the subway squeezed three floors in and out by the security gate, playing with their phones with their heads down.

On this seemingly ordinary afternoon.

Among the hustle and bustle of the crowd.

——Sudden starlight converges into a human form.

The crowd dispersed with a clatter!

"... what?! Mutants? Aliens?"

"Evacuate! Evacuate! Don't ask, just evacuate!"

"It seems to be a comatose person..."

"Who?! Will he explode into a Hulk as soon as he wakes up?? God, my car was smashed by the abomination this morning..."

"Give me Kangkang! Give me Kangkang!"

Everyone pushes me, I push you, the inner passengers rush out in fear, but the outer passengers want to squeeze forward to watch the excitement, and no one can let the other.

The person wrapped in starlight was still lying quietly on the ground.

Seeing that a stampede was about to happen, a man wearing a peaked cap, a sweater and a leather jacket appeared in the circle surrounded by the crowd.

"Everyone stand back."

The man in the peaked cap stopped in a low voice, leaned over to protect the people on the ground with his arms, "There is an emergency here, please get out of the medical channel."

His attire was extremely ordinary, but when he spoke, the convincing force that surged out of him was almost like a wall, and suddenly suppressed the crowd.

The stars are still gathering.

The entire platform has almost turned into a sea of ​​dots.

Until the last bit of starlight disappeared in the man's slightly enlarged blue pupils, and the face of the blond boy finally appeared in front of everyone.

This is a young man with a very light color at first glance.

The boy's hair is light blonde, and even his long eyelashes are golden.

Snow-white cheeks, soft lips.

The mouth was frozen white by the extremely cold weather, only the inside of the lips was slightly red.

a sheet of—

Completely unfamiliar face.

After confirming the facial features imperceptibly, the man's eyes suddenly darkened.

"Wow, it's a beautiful boy!"

"I'm healthy too! I'm healthy too!"

"Will the beautiful boy explode into a Hulk? God bless such a cruel thing from happening..."

The first sound of the mobile phone taking pictures sounded, and the man suddenly recovered.

He quickly pulled the teenager's hoodie over his face, then checked for breathing and trauma.

After confirming that it could be moved, he picked up the boy.

Man: "Please don't worry, I will hand him over to someone more professional."

"No, wait a minute, who are you?"

The sweaty marshal squeezed in, only in time to see the boy's hanging hand.That hand was also white, and the soft fingertips were red with cold.

The marshal couldn't help becoming wary of the man in front of him:

"You said take it away and took it away, who knows where you took it?"

The man was a little helpless, but obviously understood: "Look in the right pocket of the jacket, there is my ID. Then, please keep it secret for me—"

The marshal lowered his head and took out his pocket, and took out a square officer's CAC card.

The man stared at it for a long time, and jumped up as if his foot had been stepped on: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh alsohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The blond soldier: "..."

The people who eat melons are completely boiling now.

As far as the eye can see, there are raised mobile phones all around:

"It seems to be, it seems to be him! I've seen the award photo of him taking off his mask...it's him!"

"Damn, am I dreaming?? Really Captain America?!"

"Captain!! Look here, Captain!! Three generations of our family are your diehard fans!! My grandma loved you!"

Steve protected the unconscious teenager in his arms, almost like wading through mud, squeezed hard from the overcrowded subway station to the flight attendant, turned around and slammed the door.

He put the boy on a bench in the control room and made a call to Coulson.

In January, the temperature in New York was as low as minus three degrees, and the boy was wearing a summer sweater and jeans.

Seeing him trembling even in a coma, Steve took off the two layers of sweater after making the phone call, put a hood on the teenager, and wrapped his legs with a leather jacket.

The boy curled up in clothes that were a circle bigger than him.His body, which was shivering in the cold air, slowly calmed down.

A few minutes later, Coulson arrived with the team.

Coulson was shocked when he saw the boy's face!

Steve, who was sitting next to the boy, looked up: "Acquaintance?"

Coulson: "Probably the son of a comrade in arms."

Phil Coulson, a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., before joining S.H.I.E.L.D., once belonged to the Army Rangers with Johnson Atwell, the head of the New York Police Department's serious case team.

When he was very young, he also participated with Johnson in a tactical operation against the centipede organization, which is a large transnational human trafficking and experimental group, and against SHIELD, which is a radical human evolution organization composed of top scientists. Also saw the blond baby who was later adopted by the Atwells.

Later, Sasha Atwell mysteriously disappeared during the New York War. Johnson never admitted that he was dead, so he searched for it for 8 years.

In order to help his former comrades-in-arms, Coulson, of course, had seen the photo of the child when he was 18 years old.

Coulson protected the boy's head, and together with his men, he hurriedly carried it onto the stretcher and put it into the ambulance.

In the end, there was only time to say "Thank you, Cap", and the ambulance whined away.

Steve stood where he was.

He was only wearing a vest at minus three degrees, but he didn't feel very cold, just staring at the bench where the boy had been lying in a daze.

Until the tiny communicator attached to the ear hummed at the highest volume.

Steve: "...hiss."

Briefly remove the communicator from the ear.

"Well, it looks like he heard it now," Falcon said on the channel. "So what's going on with the target? What's our next step, Captain? I heard there was a commotion in Times Square. What's going on? "

Steve let out a breath and rubbed the center of his eyebrows: "I'm exposed. The mission needs to be adjusted."

Falcon: "Oh, I'm pretty sure you need to adjust. Because for almost 20 minutes, you didn't respond to the call at all, and Bucky even told a funny story about being chased by a dog when you were a child. Obviously, even if we laughed loudly, I can't get your attention back."

"Hey, brother." Another voice came over the comm channel. "Seriously, are you okay? Relax, our men are already on the Quinjet, and the target will be found as soon as it leaves the country."

Steve came back to his senses: "I'm fine. Thanks, Bucky."

He took one last look at the ambulance speeding away.

The Avengers, the leader of the freshman Roaring Commando, clenched their fists slightly at this moment.

As he walked out while pressing the headset, he gave new orders in a low voice: "Powell James may be silent for a few days, but he has the order of the Viper, and he still has a batch of serum that needs to be shot in his hand, so he won't sit still Stop. We need a Quinjet to intercept him before he enters Russian airspace..."

……

Sasha opened her eyes.

He was wearing a hospital gown, with an electrocardiogram sheet on his chest, and was lying on the hospital bed.

The ceiling is snow white.

The sound in my ear, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.

... For about 30 minutes, his mind went blank.

There was a hazy light and shadow passing by the corner of his eye.

He looked sideways and saw a glowing, phantom bird hovering above him.

Strangely, this little bird has no feet, only a pair of wings trailing the stars.

Seeing that Sasha woke up, it let out a long cry, and landed on Sasha's neck, scratching his face with its sharp mouth.

——Sasha has stroked and stared at it thousands of times, so of course he knows what it is.

He sat up suddenly, and subconsciously reached out to grab it!

The hand passed through the phantom, but still didn't catch it.

But it didn't go away.

The tired bird hovered over Sasha's head for a moment, and landed steadily on Sasha's shoulder.

[The hometown sent a piece of dawn, and the footless returning sparrow came across the mountains, seas and wilderness with the light in its mouth.Follow the light traces between the wings of the birds until they return to the nest...]

... At this moment, his mind went blank.

why?

No one knows better than him.

[Tired Bird] This ssr card, no matter what, is impossible to appear in front of him again.

Sasha: [Dog system? 】

no respond.

He braced himself with difficulty and sat up on the bed.

Sasha barked again: [Dog system? 】

His head was so painful that he couldn't think at all, so he beat his astringent head with his fist.

When a person loses his memory, he may be ignorant; but it is a very strange feeling to suddenly regain his memory.

That feeling is like, when you are about to go out, you suddenly can't remember where you put the keys, but you are extremely sure that you definitely put the keys by yourself.

And at a certain critical moment, he slapped his head:

Damn, didn't you put it in your trouser pocket?How could it be impossible to remember?

What Tired Bird brought back were memories from more than a dozen worlds.

Judging by the size, Sasha had to hammer his head 200 million times to overcome this brain-filled force.

The ward door opened.

A nurse came in with an injection tray.

She had a smile on her face, and she held a men's sweater like a baby in her hand.After closing the door behind his back, he saw Sasha who was beating his head vigorously.

"Whoa!"

The injection tray fell to the ground.

She screamed and rushed out the door.

Within a few minutes, the door of the ward opened again, and a man in a black suit who appeared to be a senior agent walked in.

He grabbed Sasha's wrist in one go.

Sasha's head accidentally hit the bed board, his mind was buzzing, and he couldn't see clearly.Seeing the shadow of a stranger, he instinctively sternly threatened:

"do not come!"

The agent was about 50 years old, with black hair combed back neatly. He couldn't hide his surprise when he looked at Sasha, but his eyes were very kind.

Obviously, he has helped a large number of people who have been traumatized by mysterious incidents, and he has shown a high level of professionalism in both soothing words and gestures:

"Don't be afraid, Sasha. I'm Phil Coulson, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Here's my ID. I'm your father's friend. I met you when you were very young. Do you remember?"

"We have conducted a comprehensive examination of your body. At present, your body is very healthy, but the balance of nerve excitation and inhibition in the brain has been in a state of excessive disorder. A small dose of nerve soothing drugs will restore the balance of inhibition to normal levels, and also It will make you feel more comfortable."

"I don't know what you've been through. But I want you to know that you're at S.H.I.E.L.D. Hospital in New York. It's over and you're fine, safe, and with us."

"When you wake up next time, I promise, the Atwells will be by your side."

The first reaction in Sasha's mind-isn't S.H.I.E.L.D. collapsed?

However, a large amount of memory input and information analysis gradually made it difficult for him to bear.

It is a very bizarre experience to have double memories before and after amnesia;

He can remember Agent Coulson in front of him, who rescued himself as a child from the laboratory, but at the same time, he also remembers him in the comics, who is a very reliable general of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Looking at the gentle eyes of the other party, Sasha took the medicine from his hand in a dizzy manner, checked the composition and name of the medicine, and swallowed one.

The tense brain nerves suddenly felt relaxed.

Layers of burnout swept up.

Before falling back into dreamland, he began to panic again.

Sasha was terrified of losing the familiar system and the plot that was completely incompatible with the moment before his death.

He was afraid that the little bird that landed on him was really just a dream he had in some refuge.

His warm childhood memories, the hospital in front of him, Agent Coulson, and even his promise that "the Atwells will be by your side" are all false, and in the end, it is another bubble illusion.

But the effect of the medicine has come up.

He strained his eyelids, instinctively grabbing for anything he could grab.

Well-trained agents immediately sensed his uneasiness.

Coulson held the boy's hand tightly: "It's okay, Sasha. It's okay. You've arrived home."

Although he didn't know why a child who died in the New York War in 2012 would reappear at the place where he died eight years later at the same age and state when he died that year;

He also didn't know what Sasha Atwell had experienced in the past 8 years.

It just seemed to be a mistake, when he said the words "home".

He keenly noticed that the boy's clenched hand began to slowly relax.

So he continued his efforts and calmed down with a soft voice: "Don't be afraid. You have arrived home and will never leave us again. Good boy, don't be afraid."

No one noticed that a small drop of tear soaked the boy's pale golden eyelashes and slipped down from the corner of his eye.

……

When Sasha opened his eyes for the second time, he changed to another ward.

It's still a white ceiling, but there's a faint scent of flowers wafting from the bedside.

Sasha moved her head and saw a bunch of fresh lilies on the bedside table.

Looking down, a woman with white hair was lying on the edge of the hospital bed exhausted and fell asleep.

The woman sensed the noise and raised her face to meet his gaze.

——Sasha was stunned.

The woman said hoarsely: "...Sasha?"

Sasha looked at her with his mouth open, the tip of his tongue seemed to be clumped, and he couldn't pronounce a single syllable.

After a while, he couldn't restrain himself from trembling.

The ward door slammed.

A tall man with an extremely vicissitudes of life rushed to the hospital bed.

Men's temples are equally frosty.He didn't take off his tactical vest, he was panting heavily, his bloodshot eyes stared blankly at the blond boy on the bed.

In the next second, he was hugged by his mother into her arms.

Real hot tears dripped down the back of his neck and fell into the hospital gown all the way.

"...my poor little Sasha, my poor baby..."

"God, I thought I'd never see you again..."

Sasha's whole body was shaking violently, her expression was dazed, and she didn't know whether she should hug her back.

A big hand covered with spear calluses also fell tremblingly to the top of his head.

At this moment, like a small animal being scalded, he suddenly raised his head and looked at his father's face in panic.

The woman hurriedly said: "Wait, wait, don't scare him..."

Sasha opened his mouth and made some hoarse and ugly sounds.

The Atwells hurried to listen.

Among the mumbled murmurs over and over again, only one word could be discerned.

"Sorry……"

This word was like a sharp knife, piercing into the hearts of this close relative.

The woman's tears rolled down: "It's not you who said sorry, Sasha...it's because we didn't protect you well, we were sorry for you...don't say sorry..."

Sasha closed her eyes.

Only he knows the meaning of this "sorry".

When he had no memory, he always thought that chasing that unreachable home was just his own business, and that life and death were all related to him alone.

However, this matter can never be related to him alone.

He shouldn't forget that in the vast multiverse, even in the original world that he thought might be flooded at that time - it is very likely that someone is waiting for him day after day, year after year.

These are the two people he loves most in the world.

And now, he was beside them, in his mother's arms.

He stretched out trembling hands and hugged them back slowly.

I thought, you are getting old.