Chapter 198 Steve Rogers Wakes Up

"Why not?" Tony didn't think there was a problem.

His right hand was pressed against the glass.

"In the words and images left by the old guy, his own invention was mentioned the most, followed by Steve Rogers. We even have to rank behind this seventy-year-old popsicle."

Tony looked at Captain America on the other side.

"From what I read between the lines, I saw that they were all compliments, full of praise, and it seemed that they were not describing a real person."

"I wanted to see how unlikeable he could be," he said.

Leon nodded: "So, you are jealous, right?"

"Because of jealousy, you want to drag Captain America into the Avengers and then defeat him with his record?"

Tony was only praised by his strict father in the video left by Howard.

But it happened that the US team was praised by Howard.

Of course Tony was extremely upset about this.

Maybe he is already planning how to prove that he is better than Captain America.

The first meeting between the two was destined to be a bit explosive.

"Jealous? Do you think I would be jealous of him? God, jealous of a person who has been frozen for seventy years?" Tony asked immediately.

It was obvious that he had been touched at some point.

He wanted to change Lyon's mind.

"Do you see Coulson over there?" Tony pointed to Coulson on the other side of the glass.

“He’s a Captain America fan.

Had he not been very active in promoting this rescue plan.

I would definitely keep the popsicle man inside refrigerated under the ice.

Instead of coming out to face this strange modern world.

I'm so caring, you actually think I would be jealous of him? "

Leon looked at Coulson who was standing next to Captain America's bed.

The bald, middle-aged agent was indeed looking at Captain America intently, as if there was a light in his eyes.

Speaking of which, Coulson would also look at him with this look when they met several times before...

"Maybe." Leon was noncommittal.

He suddenly said to the air again: "Jarvis, what do you think?"

Jarvis immediately responded through a loudspeaker next to Leon: "Master Leon, I prove that Coulson does like Captain America, but the rescue plan was actually promoted by Mr. Stark."

Leon spread his hands towards Tony: "Look, it's not that I don't believe you, but that you are distorting the facts."

"..." Tony opened his mouth.

He suddenly felt that it might not be a good thing for Jarvis to have feelings.

"Okay, just a little bit curious." Tony turned his head, "But definitely not jealous."

"Master, I also think Mr. Stark is not jealous. He has never been a jealous person." Jarvis added.

"Look, Jarvis knows me better!" Tony smiled again.

Leon smiled and shook his head. Jarvis would make Tony happy now.

"Whatever you say." He looked at Colson, "But why is Colson still here?"

"He is a close associate of Nick Fury, right? Now you are bringing Avengers agents to intervene in the Skrulls' affairs. Why don't you send him away first?"

"Soon, when Rogers wakes up, Coulson will go to Africa and be responsible for negotiating with Wakanda. Now he just wants to say a few words to his idol before leaving."

Tony said: "Besides, although these cronies of Nick Fury trust him, they may not necessarily trust the Skrulls."

"When SHIELD first reorganized into the Avengers, Hawkeye and Hill reported to me about the green-skinned aliens."

"Any normal person on earth will be wary of those who can change their appearance."

"Really." Leon nodded: "It seems that their thinking has not been assimilated by the black braised eggs."

"No one knows what Nick Fury is thinking." Tony looked at the time: "There are still seven minutes... Are you sure everything is okay with Mr. Popsicle?"

He frowned slightly: "According to Jarvis' prediction, he should wake up within half an hour."

"But Rogers still looks like he's sleeping soundly."

"Don't worry, he is very healthy." Leon replied, "The cells in his whole body are intact, which is a miracle."

"And his nerve cell activity is gradually increasing."

"Jarvis is right, he will wake up soon."

Leon changed the topic: "But why do I suddenly feel that we are like a group of dwarfs, nervously waiting for Snow White to wake up?"

Tony was amused: "So he didn't wake up for a long time because he couldn't wait to kiss his prince?"

"How about you kiss him to wake him up, Prince Tony?" Leon teased.

"Sorry, Pepper said I can only kiss her now."

Tony knocked on the glass, "Any kid who has read the Captain America storybook knows that Rogers owes Peggy Carter a dance. Maybe what we should do is invite Aunt Carter...Agent Carter."

"Carter..." Leon's words stopped on his lips.

On the other side of the glass, Steve Rogers opened his eyes!

Those ice-blue eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, with confusion.

The first thing Steve saw was an unfamiliar ceiling, and his nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Then, his neural network, which had been frozen for more than half a century, gradually revived.

Pictures from the past keep coming one after another.

His memory was finally fixed on the moment of the crash.

The glacier seemed to be getting closer and closer before his eyes.

But in just a blink of an eye, the glacier turned into a ceiling smelling of disinfectant.

Where is this place?

In just a moment, Captain America became alert.

He exerted force on his waist and abdomen, and half squatted on the bed, holding a thin white blanket in his hand, ready to use it as a weapon for defense and to block his vision.

"Who are you, where is this place!" He questioned the guards around him.

While Steve looked at several people, he was also observing the layout of the room with his peripheral vision.

Captain America, who was strengthened by the super soldier serum, is very versatile.

He is proficient in multiple languages, masters various fighting skills and comprehensive cold weapon fighting skills...

Just a glance.

He remembered the layout of the room.

Under him is a medical bed, and next to him is a huge and sophisticated instrument, which looks like medical equipment.

In addition.

There are only four walls and a door in the room.

One wall has a huge mirror embedded in it.

The other three walls are all covered with large-character posters.

The top of those posters has the years written on them, from the 1950s to the beginning of the 21st century.

There are six posters in total.

Below the years are rubbings of photos.

From home appliances and communication equipment to transportation tools and urban development.

Hundreds of photos record the changes in the world in chronological order.

Steve's vigilant eyes slowly became a little confused.

These photos on the wall that didn't seem fake made him feel that things were not quite what he imagined.

Then he looked at the people around him who were either wearing white coats or suits.

These people never showed any hostility.

Instead, they looked at him with curiosity and surprise, and some even looked at him with admiration...

Steve suddenly felt a little panic.

"Where is this?" He asked again, but loosened the thin blanket in his hand.

"Captain, you're finally awake!" Bald Coulson hurried forward, his hands on his hips, feeling uneasy.

"It's 2008 now. You've been frozen for nearly 70 years and finally woke up. Welcome to the modern era, Captain!"

Steve stared at Coulson in a daze.

"70...years?"

His head turned a little bit, and his eyes paused on the posters around him according to the timeline.

Every time his eyes jump to the next poster, some things in the previous one will disappear, replaced by something new, a brand new look.

The long changes of the times are epitomized in a few posters, making people feel so sad.

The photos on those posters are both familiar and unfamiliar.

No matter how advanced the equipment is, or how different the streets are in the photos.

He can also vaguely see some familiar shadows.

But those shadows do not belong to him, they have disappeared far away in the torrent of time, leaving him alone outside of time.

Could it be that he has really been frozen for seventy years?

Steve was in a trance, feeling dizzy.

He had only one thought in his mind.

Has that person also disappeared with time, buried in a poster from the 1990s or 1980s?

Has he missed the dance he had agreed to?