In 1942, it was an era when the war was in full swing. Like European countries, the United States was at the forefront. In order to save energy, skyscrapers were suspended. The landscape lights and neon lights were restricted, and half-light control became a normal state. Frequent power outages also made cities often shrouded in darkness.

Looking down from New York, this city with a population of 7.5 million is in a thin haze. Although it is spring, the light rain and cold air force people to add more clothes than usual. Unlike the same city decades later, people's aesthetic habits are still conservative at this time. Women wrapped scarves and wide hats, wrapping their delicate wrists and necks tightly. Men's clothes look even more monotonous. A coat and a round hat seem to form a long-lasting shape.

At this time, there were not many traffic on the streets, but there were quite a few pedestrians. As a port city that transported millions of soldiers to set off during the war, groups of soldiers would stay in New York for several days before setting sail for Europe, attracting many girls who were eager to embrace passionately with men in military uniforms. They entered and left the bars and hotels in pairs, becoming a unique landscape in this era.

The perspective gradually increased, and the pedestrians became smaller and smaller. Finally, they merged into the background of the ground. There were only cars moving on the road, as if they were carapace-sized on the road. Soon, several old burgundy steamboats that cut through the deep blue water surface could often be seen. They were standing tall chimneys and crossing the nearby rivers, but soon these steel creatures disappeared into the towering concrete jungle.

Now, besides the gray buildings, there are only green fields below. The newly sprouted trees are trying hard to show their fresh and tender side. They use their bodies to separate the blocks and roads, and then the green spaces also wrap the rivers in the middle. Gradually, the city becomes like an isolated island, with only an invisible existence above quietly staring at it.

His eyes slowly closed, countless lights and shadows rolled back like a tide, and then in an old house in Brooklyn, Eric woke up from his dream of mastering everything.

It was just six o'clock in the morning, and Steve was still sleeping soundly on the sofa next to him. Eric looked at the ceiling quietly and felt the power in his body carefully.

Since he came to this era, he has never been able to overlook his territory as he did in the past. The effect that the magic power of Doctor Strange cannot achieve, and the spontaneous rejection formed by this world has been achieved. Not only has he been thrown out of the original era by the time and space channel, but the mutant power given by the bloodline ball is also separated by a layer of impenetrable tulle.

Until today, he finally made some progress.

Lying comfortably on the bed. Eric raised his right hand and flew six feet away from a dilapidated table by the exterior wall. They were covered in dust, but soon the black and gray oil in the groove was driven out of his place, and the coins turned into balls of metal, and then merged into one without any obstacles.

It is still the mutant's magnetic field talent, but now it is no longer a reward from the Lord God, but it has truly become the source of Eric's own power.

Perhaps this experience is a refining, after leaving the realm of the Lord God, the former reincarnation will eventually integrate into a new world.

The liquid metal ball floated above Eric's head and slowly turned into a smooth and bright mirror. In the clear mirror reflection, a familiar face appeared in front of him.

"Hello, Eric." Eric said hello to him, and the face opposite him also generously gave him a true smile.

He was in a good mood this day.

A good mood is not to be concealed, and it will naturally be felt by the people around you. Not only Steve, who had just received the conscript order, Bucky, who was assigned to the 107th Infantry Division who was assigned to his father during his lifetime, did his wish.

He took the opportunity to send an invitation.

"I said, how about we go out for some fun? I'm going to set sail to the UK tomorrow, and we should have fun today." Bucky said, poking Steve's chest out. "Especially you Steve, I'm going to wash you off the last night-----Don't refuse me,."

Steve shook his head habitually, but then he thought about it and agreed. His friend was going to the battlefield and he could not disappoint him.

"Where are we going?" asked the inexperienced noob.

"The Future." Sergeant Barnes was concise and concise.

An hour later, they arrived in front of the pavilion of the World's Fair in New York.

On the eve of the war, the last expo was also held in New York. It was the 20th World Expo of Mankind. The scale of that expo exceeded previous sessions and covered an area of ​​484 hectares. The theme was enthusiastic: "Tomorrow's World and Construction". 64 countries participated in the exhibition and displayed novel products such as nylon, recorders, plastics, tapes, TVs, etc., but at that time, few people foresee that "tomorrow" turned out to be a nightmare. The war originated from Europe broke the dreams about mankind for centuries, and everything became a nightmare: the science of changing the world and changing the lifestyle became a nightmare; the nationalism that unites the nation and achieves dignity became a nightmare. Even if the war finally ended, the party who failed was punished, the nightmare did not end, it was just the beginning.

But now people don’t care where this dream will bring their tomorrow. Under the strong advocacy of Stark Industry, the originally suspended fair was held again four years later. The venue is still in New York, and the theme this time is still "the future".

Just like the theme of the exhibition, the girls in Buckeye are also "future", but being late is a privilege for women, and men have no reason to complain, only Steve is a little cramped.

"Why will you become the last man of marriage age in New York with this expression? Even if Eric wants to successfully obtain a permanent residence permit and serve the military for a few years, what else are you not satisfied with?" Bucky said exaggeratedly with his hands spread out. "You know, there are 3.5 million women in this city, and now they are all yours."

This statement was too terrifying, and Steve immediately shook his head.

"I have one," he said, and Bucky immediately grimaced Eric.

It was still early and it was a bit bored to stay in the square, so they walked to the nearby area to buy a newspaper, and sat down and called out a few shoes for children to shine on their leather shoes.

Serve Bucky and Steve were two young kids who sat side by side on another bench, and Eric chose to sit close to the flowerbed.

A young black man with his hat pressed his eyebrows with his brim squatted down in front of him, opened the tool box and took out a piece of cotton cloth to wipe away the dust on it. Then he skillfully applied shoe polish and hugged his feet and started to wipe it carefully.

"I really hope I brought a video camera when I came so that I could take a picture of the director's diligent service." Eric whispered casually with the newspaper.

Kneel in front of him.

"Who are you and why do you know me?" Fury was working while observing the surroundings. At this time, he had not yet turned into a one-eyed dragon, and his eyes were shining with sharp light.

"This is a very long story, are you sure you want to listen to me here?" Eric asked rebroadly by bounced the newspaper in his hand.

Fury raised his head. The owner of a newspaper shoe could also feel his gaze.

"There is a dagger in your boot on the right. If I say I am a foreign agent, are you going to jump up and give me a knife?" Eric asked, Fury's body tensed immediately.

"I don't know if you are, but I'm considering this issue." Although he was pursued, the young people are still unwilling to betray the motherland.

Fortunately, he doesn't need to have this concern.

"Don't worry, I'm not here for you." Eric comforted casually, and turned over a page of the newspaper. "It was just an accident that I showed up here."

Fury was silent for a while. As if he was weighing something, the horse-hair brush in his hand moved quickly, and after brushing one, he replaced the other.

"How many people are there like you?" he asked in a muffled voice.

"What do you think?" Eric did not answer.

"I have met you only if I can beat me." Fury replied honestly. Then he finally decided to tell the situation. "My father was a pilot. He gave birth to three sons. I was his eldest son. When the war broke out, my brothers joined the army very early and all died in battle. The boss thought I could save my life, so he transferred me back to the country."

"Isn't this very good?" Eric commented.

"But next I met a Canadian. We entered a family and took some things, and then we were caught and sent to Philips as experimental items. Everything was different next." Fury said hatefully.

"Higher, faster, stronger?" Eric asked.

"It's almost that. Without the pain in front and the escape in the back, this should have been a good thing." After applying shoe polish evenly, he began to cut the upper with a fine velvet cloth. During this period, Fury raised his head slightly, and Eric knew what he wanted to ask.

"I can tell you that you are not alone." After revealing a newspaper, Eric pointed out what Fury was most concerned about at this time.

"In 490 BC, the Greek Fidipides ran back to Athens from the front to report the news of his victory. He ran 26 miles and died of organ failure. Since the Olympic Games held in 1896, athletes still had to run so far, but rarely heard that anyone would die because of this. It was not because the Greeks were weak, but because humans left their ancestors far behind in evolution, and this was just the beginning. Today, humans no longer barefoots, they put on special shoes, which further strengthened their athletic ability, and your experiments were just adding an invisible pair of shoes to themselves. You were like you were winged and you didn't need to feel fear at all."

"Why help me?" Fury asked in a depressed manner.

"People with competence should learn to accept each other," Eric replied.

The big shoe shiner didn't say anything else. When Eric finished reading the newspaper, the person in front had disappeared into the vast crowd.

SHIELD, Sanqu Wing Building.

"The Council was not satisfied with the Avengers' conception. They wanted to master the power they could control and replicate in large quantities like industrial production." Hill had just returned from the meeting and followed the director into the office.

"It's understandable, but that kind of idea is too clumsy." The one-eyed director replied casually. "I've told me before that the times are progressing, and there will be more and more superpowers. I think he's right. Seventy years ago, I was the only super soldier, but soon Rogers became Captain America, and then vampires, magicians, mutants and superheroes kept jumping on the front. The world is developing rapidly towards a trend that was unimaginable before. Some people still want to use their old tricks, thinking that they can tame real strong people like taming a bad horse----I want to say that the danger is never superpowers. The danger is seeing a new situation. The people above want to use their old thinking. Sooner or later they will burn their bodies."

"What should we do?" Commander Hill asked.

"It is necessary to be prepared, with a sincere smile on your face, but you might as well hide the loaded pistol in your pocket, but before that---" Director Fury turned around, his one-eyed glowing.

"But before that, you should try to accept each other." (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!

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