38 Chapter 38: The God of Thunder Who Fell from the Sky
Time flew by, and soon almost half a month had passed.
"Our hero - Superman, although he hasn't appeared before the public for days, thanks to his existence the city's crime rate has dropped by eighty percent. The President has publicly stated he plans to personally award the Nobel Peace Prize to Superman..."
"Oscorp finalized a cooperation agreement with the military the day before yesterday, and will soon provide the military with more futuristic individual soldier gear..."
"Stark Industries' biogenetics lab was established several days ago. Nearby personnel have revealed that blood-curdling screams can often be heard from inside at night..."
"Billionaire Tony Stark has not appeared publicly for almost a month now. Insiders reveal that he has actually been kidnapped..."
Casually glancing at the newspaper just printed this morning, unsurprisingly Superman's name occupied the front page headline again.
Thanks to constant promotion by media and papers, now from 80-year old seniors to 3-year old toddlers, almost everyone had heard of Superman's existence.
Every day at school, Peter could hear passersby discussing himself.
But this didn't greatly affect his life.
He still attended school normally during the day, and went to the secret Antarctic lab when free at night.
With the energy problem solved, research on the nanosuit progressed very smoothly. It could now condense into suit form, just the speed of nanoparticles condensing into the suit was still rather slow.
It took a full few minutes for its molecular structure to completely stabilize and take form.
Reed and the other scientists were working on researching how to increase the nanoparticle's speed of constructing the molecular structure.
As for Tony, after succeeding in creating the arc reactor, he started working on algorithms for the nanosuit's various form transformations.
In short, after some more time, Peter's nanosuit would be completed.
Although today was weekend, yesterday before school ended Peter was invited to attend a special tech exhibition.
Gwen's new mentor planned to unveil his latest research achievements from over a decade's work, with the media present.
"Indeed, this world is always malicious towards Spider-Man."
"Just lost a mentor who could've become a villain, and she went and found another professor who'll also become a villain as her new mentor."
En route to the exhibition, Peter couldn't help feeling exasperated for Gwen's fate as Spider-Woman.
Perhaps she was the Child of Destiny of this world, trouble would take initiative to find her.
"But Doctor Octopus' artificial sun seems more attractive to me."
The reason he agreed to attend this special tech exhibition was completely because Peter needed to personally verify something very important to him.
"An artificial sun, can it bestow me with strengthened power like the real sun?"
...
At the same time, in a retro-decorated hospital room.
A physically perfect man lay in the hospital bed. Even with a tank top on, his muscular contours could be clearly seen.
A very old baseball game was playing on the retro radio.
Suddenly, the man in the bed started violently shuddering.
Mumbling incessantly, seemingly caught in some bad memories.
Next moment, his eyes snapped open and he instantly sat up in bed.
"Where is this place?"
He scanned his surroundings in puzzlement.
"This game?"
Listening carefully to the very familiar game commentary from the radio, his already confused expression became even more solemn in this moment.
"Good morning, Captain Rogers."
A nurse dressed in retro nurse garb walked in, smiling and greeting the just awakened man.
"Where is this? Who are you?"
The man looked at the nurse warily, asking in a somewhat cold tone.
"This is a surgical recovery room in New York..."
The nurse answered without hesitation. After all this really was New York City, only...
As the retro radio announced the final score of this baseball game.
The previously still relatively calm man could no longer remain calm.
"Where exactly am I now? What is this place?"
He stood up, his nearly 1.9 meter height and extremely muscular physique unconsciously forming an immense oppressive aura.
"I don't know what you're talking about..."
Questioned, the nurse's expression became somewhat flustered.
"This game was held in May 1941."
"I know because I was there!"
The man kept questioning the nurse. At this moment his expression had become fierce.
Bang!
Next moment, the door was suddenly smashed open by two armed men who charged in towards the man.
Although just awakened, as the battle-hardened Captain America, his strength and combat skills were beyond ordinary people.
Easily taking care of the two armed men, Steve Rogers didn't hesitate to charge out of this suspicious hospital room.
He actually arrived in a large hall full of staff.
Looking at the unfamiliar people and environment, Steve finally realized he seemed to have come to a place he could barely accept.
Next moment, to figure out just where he was, he directly charged out of the hall onto the extremely prosperous streets.
In the monitoring room of the hall, Fury and Coulson were watching intently on the monitors as Captain America charged out of the hall.
"Director, why didn't you listen to me and use a different year's game, but insist on leaving such a serious loophole?"
Coulson was somewhat puzzled. He had warned Fury that Captain America, a baseball fan, likely already knew the process and result of the 1941 game, so why insist on using it.
"Coulson, what we need is a Captain America who can accept reality as soon as possible, not an injured man just awakened who needs psychological treatment."
"Sometimes it's easier for people to discover some things themselves rather than being told."
"Let's go, it's time we met this fossil too!"
...
At this moment, Steve standing on the prosperous street.
Looking at the towering buildings around, and the screens on the buildings continuously playing footage of a Superman flying in the sky, battling fiercely with a sinister looking green monster. His expression was full of shock and difficulty accepting this.
"That's Superman?"
Watching the Superman in the sky use his signature heat vision, Steve's worldview completely collapsed in this moment.
He didn't know if those images were movies or real footage.
He only sensed that the sleep he just woke up from seemed a bit too long.
Suddenly, countless black cars surrounded him.
A man with an eyepatch, not a single hair on his head, looking like a black egg yolk slowly walked up to him.
"Don't be nervous, Captain."
"Please accept my apologies for that show just now, but it's best we let you know everything slowly."
Hearing Fury's words, Coulson beside couldn't help his face twitching a little.
After all he was the Director...
"You've been asleep this whole time, for about seventy years."
"And in this time, the world has undergone tremendous, almost unimaginable change."
Hearing Fury's explanation, hearing that seventy years had passed, thinking of Peggy still waiting for him to go dancing together. Steve's face revealed immense sadness.
"I missed my chance..."
Boom! A tremendous pillar of rainbow light suddenly descended from the sky.
"Do those unimaginable changes you mentioned also include that guy with the hammer?"
But before the grieving Steve could finish lamenting, he pointed at a figure behind Fury flashing with lightning, clad in silvery armor and asked!
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(End of Chapter)
To be continued...
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