Frozen, stout Steve was carried onto a medical bed, and the agents pushed him into the Quinjet.

Coulson boarded the plane with a few medics and personally escorted Idol to New York, while the remaining agents continued to search for the spacecraft, hoping to find something of value.

By the time the Quinjet arrived at New York's best hospital, it was already bright.

The plane slowly landed on the roof apron of the hospital, and a large group of medical staff in white coats rushed up, equipped various rescue equipment, and then pushed them into the intensive care unit.

The top doctors in the United States gathered in the ward of a luxury comparable to a five-star hotel. They used instruments to check Steve's various physical indicators in turn, hoping that the greatest hero in American history would wake up soon.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has placed the hospital under control, and all personnel entering and leaving must undergo strict security checks.

At the same time, a confidentiality ban must be signed, and no information can be leaked to the outside world before the US government makes it public.

Compared with Harley, Coulson is clearly a qualified fan.

In order to witness the captain's recovery with his own eyes, he left his work and stayed outside the ward door, playing with a stack of Team America's star cards in his hand.

Captain is his childhood idol, these cards are collected by him for a long time, some rare cards can even sell for thousands of dollars.

"God, please bless him."

Looking at the heroic Captain America holding a shield on the card, Coulson lowered his head and prayed silently.

In addition to doctors, there are also many senior government officials who came to visit the US team.

Governors, mayors, defense ministers, congressmen, and even the president came to join in the fun.

After the visit, Mr. President also asked about the US team's resettlement plan.

Knowing that Nick Fury had delegated power to Coulson, he stopped asking questions and gave him a pat on the shoulder.

There were people coming and going at the hospital, only Coulson didn't move his butt.

After ten o'clock in the evening, he finally moved God to wait for the good news after being hungry all day.

After testing, all the indicators of Steve's body were normal, and the strong beating heart surprised the doctors.

After the surprise, Coulson asked the doctor, "When will he wake up?"

The doctor replied confidently: "He has been given medicine, and within 24 hours, Steve will be able to wake up."

Coulson was relieved to get the expected answer.

After thanking the doctor, he immediately notified the direct line troops to secretly transfer Steve away.

It just so happens that S.H.I.E.L.D. has a base near the hospital, near Times Square.

In order to let the sober Steve have a buffer time, Coulson specially arranged for him.

…………

The next afternoon, the sun was shining.

In a simple ward with white walls, Steve Rogers opened his eyes for the first time in 70 years.

"A curveball flies past the batter, the Dodgers tie it at 44, and the crowd knows it's over if he swings the baseball..."

The excited voice of the host of the competition could be heard in my ears.

Steve sat up slowly, staring blankly around.

White walls, a single bed, the honking of a car outside the window, and the warm sunlight streaming in through the window.

There is a wooden square table against the wall, an unknown flower on the table, and a wooden radio that looks very high-end.

The sound of the game is exactly what it makes, and it sounds like a baseball game between the Dodgers and the Phillies.

In the monitoring room, Coulson stared at the monitoring screen and pressed the communicator: "The captain is awake, the actors are coming in."

squeak~

The ward door was pushed open.

A beautiful woman with wavy hair in an old-fashioned shirt and skirt walked in.

"Good morning, no, it should be good afternoon."

The beauty held the medical record book and smiled softly and kindly.

"Where am I?" Steve asked blankly, immune to a smile.

"In a hospital ward in New York."

Hospital.

Am I saved?

Steve thought to himself.

"Oh buy! The Dodgers won with 84 points. The audience was crazy with excitement. This game was so exciting."

Steve frowned, his expression a little off.

He was also a baseball fan when he was young, and he saw this game live!

"Where the **** am I?" The tone of this sentence was full of vigilance and threat.

The beauty smiled awkwardly: "I don't understand what you mean."

"That baseball game...May 1941...I was there."

The beauty's smile was completely stiff, and she scolded the bald man half to death in her heart.

You idiot, Colson, who claims to be a big fan of Team America, even misplaced the game.

In the monitor, Coulson swallowed awkwardly.

Steve stood up from the hospital bed and walked over with a cold face: "I'll ask again, where is this place and who are you?"

The beautiful agent couldn't hold on any longer, and secretly pressed the alarm in his hand.

The two strong men who were waiting outside the door walked in, holding electric shock sticks: "Captain, please be cold..."

boom!

Before he could finish speaking, Steve reached out and pushed the two away.

His strength is far beyond that of ordinary people, and with just a slight push, the two strong men smashed the door and flew out.

Steve was also startled and ran out quickly.

It turned out to be a specially made room, and the materials were all wooden boards. I said how could the walls be so fragile.

There are dark corridors on the left and right sides, and this is definitely not a hospital.

Seeing a little light in the corridor on the right, Steve immediately turned and ran to the right.

There was an accident in the ward, and Coulson didn't dare to take off. He immediately notified the agents in the base to stop the captain, and then notified Nick Fury.

"Director, the captain found the flaw and escaped."

"Understood, I'll take someone to chase immediately."

Breaking through all the way, Steve finally pushed open the gate on the first floor of the base.

The dazzling sunlight, the endless crowds, and the buildings are more imposing than those of that era.

At this time, he didn't realize what happened, and when he saw someone behind him, he immediately ran for a few hundred meters along the road and ran to the intersection out of Times Square.

This time, Steve was completely dumbfounded.

Flat and spacious streets, towering skyscrapers, a steady stream of stylish cars, and colorful TV screens hanging outside the building.

Where is this place?

Steve seemed to be standing at a crossroads in his life, his face full of confusion and confusion.

Squeak!

After hesitating for less than a minute, several black commercial vehicles braked to a sudden stop beside him. A group of agents with live ammunition surrounded him and stopped the crowd watching the excitement.

"Relax, soldier!"

Nick Fury got out of the car and strode over: "I'm sorry for such a play just now, but we'll give you the details and it will take time."

Steve looked at the one-eyed dragon talking to himself and asked, "What's the details?"

Nick Fury explained: "You've been sleeping, Captain, for almost seventy years!"

Steve frowned in disbelief.

But he looked around, and everything fresh in front of him confirmed this sentence.

After a few minutes of waiting, Nick Fury asked, "Have you calmed down now?"

Steve nodded. "I'm fine, but I still have an appointment."

An old man who has been sleeping for 70 years remembers a date?

Hehe, this is good news, at least my brain is fine.

"No matter what date, 70 years is also invalid. There are many people here, let's get in the car and talk."

"it is good!"

The man in front of him must be a high-ranking official. Steve temporarily believed his words and got into the black commercial car.

…………

The motorcade left Times Square and sped forward.

Nick Fury and Steve sat in the back row, treating him like an unseen baby and recounting what had happened in those 70 years.

From the Allied victory over Germany, to the Cold War between the U.S. and the Soviet Union, to several major wars at the beginning of the century, Nick Fury avoided the wars that the United States lost.

"I only told you about it. The detailed history requires you to slowly understand and digest. As for whether you choose to be an ordinary person, return to the army, or join S.H.I.E.L.D., we will talk about it later."

Steve lowered his head and said nothing.

"We prepared a house for you, right in your hometown of Brooklyn."

"thanks."

"So, do you want to go home first?"

"No." Steve raised his head: "Even if it's seventy years late, I'm going to catch this date."

"Ok!" Nick Fury nodded and agreed: "What's her name, I'll ask you to check it out for you."

"Peggy... Peggy Carter!"

"What?" Nick Fury overheard the gossip expression: "Margaret Page Carter?"

"Yes." Steve nodded: "She...should be alive."

Captain America and the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D. still have such a relationship, this gossip is too hot.

Nick Fury was silent for a long time, and said with emotion: "Yes, she is still alive. It's a pity that her health is not very good, and she has been living in the intensive care unit of the hospital."

After 70 years, Peggy is also a centenarian.

Steve had expected this for a long time and smiled: "Take me to her."

"Okay, go to the hospital." Nick Fury told the driver.

…………

When they came to the door of the hospital, the two got out of the car one by one.

Steve stopped to observe the neighborhood and saw a flower shop in front of the hospital.

"Lend me some money."

Nick Fury generously took out twenty dollars: "Remember to pay me back."

Steve took the money and went into the flower shop, and bought a bunch of flowers on the recommendation of the shop owner.

Peggy's intensive care unit is on the top floor~lightnovelpub.net~ In addition to doctors and nurses, there are also agents patrolling.

"Do you need me to accompany you in?"

Steve shook his head, turned the handle and pushed the door in.

The ward was filled with a light fragrance of flowers, a bunch of flowers and a few photos were placed on the bedside table not far away, and a white-haired and wrinkled old grandmother was lying on the hospital bed not far away.

Steve put down the flowers and sat on the edge of the bed, his movements very light, but still waking the old man.

The old man opened his eyes and looked at him blankly.

Steve smiled. "Peggy."

"You... Steve..." Peggy recognized the man in front of him and became emotional: "You... you're still alive... you're back..."

"yes."

With tears in her eyes, Peggy asked reproachfully, "Why did it take you so long to come back... so long..."

The tip of Steve's nose was sore, he held Peggy's hand and said, "I won't leave my girl, she still owes me a dance."