Too many unreasonable things!

Duke spat bitterly and put his palm on the ice. The ice melted rapidly under his ability, and the evaporating cold air was absorbed by his palm. This was the ability of Articuno.

In the world of Pokémon, the "Ice God" Articuno may be just a second-rate god, but his authority over ice is undefended. This is instinct, talent, and innate ability. From a theological perspective, this is the power bestowed by the creator god Arceus! Sometimes the ability is unreasonable, just like Duke thawing Captain America now. This is a big project for S.H.I.E.L.D., requiring countless experts to design a perfect plan without harming Captain America's body, and it can only be done with a lot of precision instruments. But for Duke, it is not so troublesome. He touched Captain America's chest muscles and all difficulties were solved.

The coldness was instantly driven out of the captain's body, and the heart that had not beaten for seventy years began to move, and the brain, internal organs, nerves, blood vessels... tissues and organs began to clock in for work! Duke could see the vitality of the captain's body from another perspective, and secretly sighed that it was worthy of being a super serum, and its recovery ability was amazing.

Thinking of the super serum, Duke suddenly felt that it was necessary to study it. If he could crack the mystery, the Dukes in other worlds would also benefit, at least their physical fitness would be improved a lot.

Duke turned around and fetched five syringes, and drew five tubes of blood in succession before he was satisfied and put them in the refrigerator. He had already confirmed that the Space Stone had been recovered by SHIELD and hidden in a corner, so these five tubes of super soldier blood were better than nothing, and they would be used as travel expenses.

"Um……"

"Captain, would you like to come in and sit for a while?" Duke turned around and walked into the house with a broom in his hand without waiting for the other party to reply.

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A weak groan came from his throat, his tightly closed eyelids trembled and were about to open. The captain pursed his lips and said listlessly: "Water... water..."

"What do you mean by seventy years?" Steve's body stiffened, a chill set in his heart. He probably guessed something, but tried not to think in that direction.

The refrigerator was right in front of Steve. Just as he was showing a triumphant smile, a seemingly weak hand grabbed his wrist, making him unable to move. The hand was very beautiful, with five slender fingers with distinct joints, thin fingertips, and neatly trimmed nails. Under the white skin, the veins were like streams. A man who could have such a hand was either a pampered young master, a nerd in school, or an office clerk. He was a weak and useless person.

Was it a ghost or an alien? Steve was deeply worried. The enemy was stronger than ever before. What should he do? I need a shield! Facing a strong enemy, Steve first thought of his shield. So he put his fingers together to form a knife and slashed at Duke's wrist, trying to get away, but after the knife came down, he felt that the bone was about to break.

Steve's last memory was sinking into the ice field, but when he woke up, he was in a high-tech hospital, and he was sure that the doctor in front of him had just drawn his blood. All this made the captain feel like he was facing a great enemy. He thought he was still on the battlefield and was likely to be captured by the enemy. It was just that the enemy was not very smart, and did not restrain him or guard him with a gun. The only doctor also looked like a weak chicken. The most important thing was that his shield was right next to him, and he could get it by turning over and poking his hand.

Steve swallowed and forced a smile: "This joke is not funny... You know, I am not a joker..."

"Please sit down, captain!" Duke held a wooden board to cover the door and tied it with a rope. The nights in Brooklyn were not peaceful. If there was no door, the house would be emptied the next day.

Duke looked at the broken glass on the floor in silence at the entrance of the clinic. He took out his phone and called: "Is this the home improvement company? Yes, I asked you to renovate my dental clinic a while ago. Your tempered glass door is not strong and just broke... It's impossible, it's really broken... What, you can only come tomorrow... Do you want me to cover the door with curtains tonight?" After some wrangling, the home improvement company said they could only come tomorrow, and if it was really a quality issue, they would replace it with a new one for free. Duke had no choice but to pick up a broom to clean up the broken glass in front of the door.

Just as he finished his manual work, Steve ran back, panting. He stopped at the door of the clinic and looked at Duke with shock and panic in his eyes.

Duke didn't say anything, just looked at the other person, picked up the coffee, blew away the hot steam, and took a sip.

He wanted to find someone to ask about the time and place, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the other party looked at him like an idiot, and someone even asked him where the camera for the prank game was. God had mercy on him, Steve could understand what those people said when they were separated into words, but he couldn't understand a single sentence when they were connected.

"Captain, you..." Duke raised his hand and was about to speak when he saw Steve kicking the door of the clinic open and running out like a frightened bird. Then the glass door of the clinic outside shattered to the ground with a crash.

Steve twitched his arm, but it didn't move. He twitched it again, but it still didn't move. He stared at Duke in amazement, and the meaning in his eyes was simple - Shit, who the hell are you? Steve knew how much strength he had. His strength far exceeded that of an ordinary person, so he could bench press 1,200 pounds without any assistance. His super-fast speed and agile nerve reactions allowed him to dodge bullets. With the physical fitness of the human body at its limit, he could easily break bones, not to mention killing a cow with one punch. But such a superman was held down by a weak hand.

Duke poured a glass of water and put it next to the captain's mouth. Although the captain had not regained consciousness, his instinct of thirst for water drove him to open his mouth and drink two gulps. He drank too quickly and choked, turned over and lay down to cough.

"How about it, Captain, wanna go out for a walk?" Duke stood up, pulled down the hood of his sweatshirt and covered his head, picked up the coat on the hanger and threw it to Steve. The other's clothes were too dazzling, and he didn't want to be mistaken for a COS enthusiast.

This time, he really woke up.

"Seventy years... that's a long time." After a long silence, Steve lowered his head and lowered his voice to a hoarse tone. He was reluctant to believe Duke's words, but what he had just seen told him that Duke was telling the truth. He could vaguely recognize that it was Brooklyn, his hometown where he was born and raised, but it was too unfamiliar. Except for the alley where he was beaten, he didn't recognize the rest.

Steve raised his eyebrows. He was 100% sure that he could knock down the rookie in front of him, then kidnap him and take him away from the enemy base and rush home to keep an appointment. He remembered clearly that there was a date waiting for him.

"You haven't eaten for seventy years. Don't be so anxious. It's not good for your stomach. There was no coffee of this brand seventy years ago. You may not be used to it. Take your time." Duke sat at the desk in the clinic and said casually, as if there was a patient in front of him.

What happened to this world? Steve wandered the streets and somehow returned to the door of the clinic. His intuition and instinct told him that he could find the answer here.

"It means exactly what it says. Your plane crashed into the deep sea. When I found you, it had been almost seventy years since the crash." Duke stared into Steve's evasive eyes and cruelly revealed the truth word by word.

"Relax, Captain, I mean no harm." Seeing the captain's red face and his hands rubbing behind his back, Duke comforted him softly. Considering that the other party had just woken up and might not have figured it out yet, he was not angry.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" Duke picked up the teapot, poured a cup of coffee and placed it in front of the captain, and poured himself a cup as well.

In his perception, Steve's aura was getting farther and farther away. Duke did not chase him. He looked at the shield in the corner and whispered, "You forgot to take your things..."

"Is his head made of steel?" Steve got up from the ground with stars in his eyes. He didn't bother to pick up the shield. He bent over and backed away from Duke. The safe distance of five meters made him feel much more at ease.

"To be precise, it's less than seventy years, probably around sixty-five years." Duke drank the coffee in one gulp and looked at the decadent man sitting on the sofa. Steve's figure was hunched over, and he trembled from time to time. It was obvious that he could not accept the reality.

"Your look really annoys me..." Duke smacked his lips. He could see the contempt in the captain's eyes. He thought it was unnecessary to get angry with an old antique, so he kindly reminded him, "I advise you not to do it. You'll get hurt."

Steve hesitated for a moment, then followed him into the clinic. The world outside was a little different from what he had imagined... just a little different. If it weren't for the fact that everyone on the street had two eyes and one nose and spoke English, he would have thought he was on an alien planet.

How could Steve just sit there and surrender? He took a big step and rushed to the refrigerator. His instinct told him that the blood that was taken was there. The horror of the Red Skull frightened him. He didn't want another Red Skull to appear in the world. Even if the possibility was very small, he didn't dare to take any chances.

The captain shook his head after waking up, and turned over to see where he was, which seemed to be a hospital. Feeling the pain of the needle on his arm, the captain instantly went from weak to alert. He looked at Duke vigilantly without saying a word, his muscles tensed and he was on alert, his eyes swept across the clinic and stopped on the shield.

"Uh, I'll pay for this door." Steve looked at the wooden door, his face flushed, but he still sat down shamelessly.

“Thank you…” Steve took the coffee in a daze and drank it in one gulp. The strong bitter taste instantly rushed to his brain, making him feel sick.

Steve took the clothes and didn't move. Perhaps because he was afraid of outside, he stood there in a daze without moving.

"Why, do you want to sleep and go shopping tomorrow?"

"No, now! I feel like I've slept too long." Steve put on his coat to cover his combat uniform and followed Duke out the door.

As a lazy person with aspirations, I decided to turn over a new leaf.

(End of this chapter)