"Captain Rogers…"
The blonde woman tried to calm Captain America, but at the same time, she secretly pressed the alarm.
"Tell me, who exactly are you?!"
Captain America interrupted the blonde woman, his voice deep as he barked at her.
Clang!
Just then, the door opened, and two fully armed soldiers walked in expressionlessly.
However, the next moment… Boom!
A large hole was blasted directly into the room's wall, and the two fully armed soldiers who had just entered were knocked down by Captain America.
Captain America took the opportunity to rush out.
"All agents, attention, emergency intel, emergency intel!"
The blonde woman immediately picked up the walkie-talkie, and her anxious voice echoed throughout the entire base via the broadcast system.
Anyone who encountered Captain America stepped forward to block him, trying to keep him within the base.
However, given Captain America's peak human physical abilities, ordinary agents were completely ineffective and were easily bypassed by him.
Beep beep beep!
On the street, car horns blared.
Surrounding him, towering skyscrapers came into view, and the colorful neon lights shimmered with dazzling brilliance. All of this severely impacted Captain America's senses, making his brain unable to process it.
Captain America was utterly bewildered. Where was he? What kind of place was this?
As he stared blankly at the extremely strange and dreamlike environment around him, several cars pulled up and surrounded Captain America.
A large number of people rushed out of them, blocking Captain America's path.
"Take it easy, soldier!"
A voice also sounded behind Captain America.
Captain America turned his head and saw a bald man, wearing a black trench coat and missing one eye, walking towards him.
"Listen, I apologize for the show, but…" Nick Fury walked up to Captain America, "we thought it would be better for you to gradually accept all of this."
"Accept what?" Captain America was full of questions.
"You've been asleep, Captain, for about seventy years!" Nick Fury said solemnly to Captain America.
Captain America instinctively disbelieved it, but when he saw the extremely unfamiliar and far-beyond-their-era surroundings, he had no choice but to believe.
The bald man in front of him was most likely telling the truth; he probably really had slept for seventy years.
And if that were true… Captain America's face darkened. He wouldn't be able to see Carter again, would he? They had promised to dance at the Stork Club!
"Captain, are you alright?" Nick Fury waited for Captain America to digest the information for a moment before asking.
"I'm fine, it's just…" At this point, Captain America's face was filled with sorrow and regret, "I missed a date."
"Captain, you missed more than just a date. In seventy years, you've missed so much." Nick Fury gestured for Captain America to follow, "Let me tell you all about it."
After a brief moment of contemplation, Captain America followed Nick Fury back into the base… "So… we won the war?"
"And Hydra was destroyed seventy years ago?"
Inside a luxurious office.
Nick Fury and Captain America sat facing each other, and Nick Fury generally recounted to Captain America what had happened after he crashed into the sea.
Captain America was very relieved to hear that the war they had fought and sacrificed for had been won.
But then he immediately felt a tremendous sense of unfamiliarity and disorientation. He had been in a coma for seventy years, and when he woke up, the world had undergone earth-shattering changes.
It was no longer the world he knew.
To this world, Captain America was like a passerby. Although this was the world he had fought for, he felt no sense of belonging.
Captain America felt deeply lost. He didn't know where to go or where his home was.
"Oh, and Captain, I have some good news for you: Peggy Carter is still alive."
Nick Fury could understand Captain America's feelings at the moment, so he told him the good news.
"Really? You're not lying to me?"
Sure enough, Captain America's eyes lit up immediately, and his spirits lifted. With immense joy and excitement, he asked, "Carter is still alive?"
"That's right. Although she's now white-haired and has her own husband and children, but… yes, she's still alive."
Nick Fury nodded and even suggested, "If you want to go see her, my people can take you."
"No, no need." Captain America immediately waved his hand.
He really wanted to see Carter, but he wasn't mentally prepared yet.
He hadn't even fully accepted the fact that he had slept for seventy years, let alone go see his white-haired first love?
"Knock, knock, knock!"
As he was talking to Captain America, there was a knock on the office door, and Agent Hill's figure then appeared in their line of sight.
"Sir, Tony Stark is here," Agent Hill reported to Nick Fury.
"Stark?" Nick Fury was slightly stunned at first, then showed a helpless and headache-ridden expression.
He had never told Iron Man about this base, nor had he disclosed any of Captain America's revival matters to Iron Man, but the other party had shown up at his door the moment Captain America woke up.
What did this mean?
That guy had been secretly monitoring S.H.I.E.L.D.!
He had been brazenly invading S.H.I.E.L.D.!
That scoundrel!
As the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury's mood at the moment was understandable.
If he could, he really wanted to send agents to arrest Iron Man directly and make him realize that S.H.I.E.L.D. was not a place he could mess around with.
However, Nick Fury also knew that it was impossible. Not only was Iron Man one of their own, but S.H.I.E.L.D. still had many uses for him.
Aside from enduring it, it seemed Nick Fury couldn't do anything else.
"Bring him in."
Subsequently, Nick Fury weakly waved his hand at Agent Hill.
Agent Hill left to carry out the order, and a moment later, Iron Man, dressed in a casual suit, wearing sunglasses, and looking dashing, swaggered into the office.
"Ah, Captain America, I didn't expect you to actually come back to life."
Iron Man sat down on the sofa as if he were in his own home, casually crossing his legs.
"For an old man who's been asleep for seventy years, your spirits are pretty good."