Marvel: The Twelve Spells

Another pitch, a high-flying foul ball.

So it's a four-to-four tie with the Dodgers.

In a single ward decorated in an old-fashioned style, a fierce baseball game was being broadcast on the radio.

The patient on the hospital bed didn't look injured or weak. His clothes were bulging out from his chest muscles, and he looked strong and healthy. So he lay there as if asleep.

He did not wear a standard hospital gown, but a white T-shirt, khaki trousers and brown boots.

A gust of wind blew in from the window, blowing the white screen and caressing his face... Suddenly he opened his eyes.

Time seemed to stand still for a few seconds. He slowly moved his body and struggled to sit on the edge of the bed.

He looked around with a blank expression...

The lower end of the wall is painted light green, the upper end and ceiling are painted white, and the three-blade fan on the ceiling rotates slowly.

There was a portable radio on the table, carnations beside it, and a heater under the fluttering window screen.

The decoration of the room was extremely familiar to him. In order to help congressmen promote the sale of national debt, he would go to various states to perform. After the performance, he would often be arranged to go to the local army hospital to comfort the wounded... The wards of those hospitals were like this.

The radio continued to broadcast the voice broadcast of the baseball game:

He stood up, threw the ball, swung the bat, and made a curve.

He got past Grimson...and the Dodgers scored!

Suddenly the patient looked back at the old radio in disbelief.

Rizzo scored, Reiser ran to third base...

At this time, the door of the ward was pushed open, and a woman walked in.

The woman wears an off-white shirt, tie and short skirt in military green.

This style of attire felt familiar to the patient. He once had a female friend who dressed like this...her name was Peggy Carter.

Good morning, Captain Rogers! The woman smiled and looked at her watch, To be precise, it should be good afternoon.

Where am I?

Steve Rogers looked at the woman with a blank expression.

You are in a post-surgery recovery room in New York, the woman explained. Although you are awake, the doctor said you still need to rest, so you can lie down now.

Steve watched the woman say nothing as the radio continued to broadcast.

The Dodgers are leading 8 to 4. It's really unbelievable. No one thought they could win since the start of the game. Please give applause to all the players and thank them for bringing a wonderful game...

Steve glanced back at the radio, and after a moment he asked again, Where the hell am I?

I don't quite understand what you mean, Captain Rogers. The woman smiled reluctantly, You disappeared in the Arctic, and the military spent a lot of effort to find you...

The game was in Los Angeles in May 1941, Steve interrupted the woman, I know because I was there.

The expression on the woman's face changed slightly, and she suddenly remembered that the baseball league broadcasts in that era were broadcast in real time, serving countless fans who could not reach the scene.

But the staff who selected the broadcast made a mistake. He found a baseball game that happened before Captain Rogers fell into coma. The most terrible thing is that Captain Rogers happened to go to watch the game! This resulted in all the rest of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s preparations being wasted...

I ask you again, where am I? Steve stood up and slowly approached the woman.

The woman pressed the pager in her hand calmly, Captain Rogers, please stay calm... I can answer all your questions.

The door of the ward was pushed open again, and several heavily armed explosion-proof personnel entered the ward with firearms... The woman suddenly felt a little worse. She saw the anger on Steve's face. These explosion-proof personnel made the situation change. It's getting worse!

Captain Rogers... Just as the woman was about to explain, Steve had already taken action.

He has extremely rich combat experience and has made the most correct judgment when facing several armed enemies...

Steve led many raids on Hydra's secret base during World War II, and this little armed force couldn't stop him at all.

An explosion protection personnel was kicked against the wall, and a large hole was instantly opened in the makeshift wall.

Steve rushed out of the hole without hesitation and ran along the passage.

The woman came to the cave entrance and called, Captain Rogers, wait!

But the slightly excited Steve didn't respond. She looked at Steve's back and took out the walkie-talkie.

Attention all agents, emergency alert!

Steve, who came all the way to the lobby, also heard the announcement, Attention all agents, emergency alert!

The hall was full of staff members wearing black suits, and the outline of gun butts could be seen on their waists. Steve rushed towards the door without hesitation!

Several agents in black blocked his way, but Steve easily knocked them away, and he broke out of the door.

It wasn't until he rushed to the road that Steve felt something was wrong. The vehicles on the road looked strange and the people's clothes were more fashionable.

Moreover, the LED screens and billboards all over the high-rise buildings seemed novel to him... This busy street was too busy. Before joining the war, he had been to the busiest streets in New York, and they were nothing compared to this.

Everything was weird. If the woman hadn't just spoken to him in English, he would have thought he was on an alien planet!

With a confused face, Steve didn't have time to think too much. He ran on the road, but his speed gradually slowed down amidst the bustle of people.

Steve was spinning in circles, looking at the unfamiliar city on the crowded streets. He suddenly lost his direction. Amidst the honking of cars, he was so confused that he didn't know where to go...

Several black cars came from all directions and surrounded him. Staff members in police uniforms got out of the cars. They surrounded Steve in the middle and dispersed the onlookers.

Take it easy, soldier!

Just as Steve was contemplating which direction to break out in, he heard the voice.

He turned around and saw a one-eyed black man wearing a black trench coat who seemed to be the leader of the group.

Let me introduce myself, my name is Nick Fury. I'm deeply sorry for that performance, but... Nick said with his hands down, We thought it would be best for you to take it all in slowly.

Take what? Steve turned to face him.

You've been sleeping, Captain. Nick tried to convince Steve, It's hard to believe, but you've been sleeping for about seventy years.

Steve looked around with shock on his face, and Nick even saw a sense of bewilderment in the eyes of this powerful warrior...

Are you OK?

It's okay, Steve shook his head, I'm okay, it's just... I have a date.

What should we call Captain America in the future? I always feel like Steve is weird and reminds me of Minecraft, Rogers? Or just Team USA?