Chapter 222 I understand, this is all mind control Captain America woke up and a Dodgers baseball game was playing on the radio. He sat up and looked around. He was in a room, maybe a hospital ward? The sun was shining brightly outside, and a gentle spring breeze was blowing in through the open window. He was wearing a Strategic Research Office T-shirt, khakis, and boots. Steve's head felt a little dizzy. The last thing he could recall was piloting the Valkyrie into a dive, which seemed like five minutes ago. On the radio, the Dodgers game was going on, and the batter, Pete Reiser, completed an in-game home run, a great shot! But something didn't seem quite right. Steve is very weak now, but he doesn't feel any pain. The occasional dizziness in his head is just the common brain hypoxia after sleeping for a long time. Just take a deep breath.
Steve moved his legs to the edge of the bed, sat up, and continued to examine himself. He was indeed not seriously injured; the high-intensity plane crash did not leave any scars on him. This must be the work of the Super Soldier Serum. But where was his shield and uniform? Just then, a woman in uniform came into the room. "Good morning," the woman said, "or should I say good afternoon?" Steve didn't know how to respond. "Where am I?" “You’re in a post-operative recovery room in New York,” she said. The game on the radio called out the score: the Dodgers were ahead, and the score was now eight to four! Steve looked at the woman. She is a beautiful blonde woman who looks somewhat similar to Peggy. Steve remembered the promise he made before the crash. The Stork Club, eight o'clock sharp. What day is today? He hopes it's not Saturday yet. Just as he was thinking about it, the radio broadcast reminded him. An in-game grand slam? Steve recalled that he was sitting in the grandstand at Ebbets Field when Pete Reiser ran from third base to home plate... Steve was wary. This room is definitely not as simple as it seems. "Where the hell am I?" Steve asked.
"I'm afraid I don't understand you," she said. "This match," Steve nodded toward the radio, "took place in May of 1941. I was there." He stood up and faced the woman. Something was not right here, and he had to know what it was. "I'll ask you again." "Captain Rogers..." The woman kept backing away, as if she was frightened by Steve's appearance, but this made Steve more certain of his doubts. If everything was normal, why didn't she dare to answer his questions? Suddenly, Steve took a deep breath, pushed the woman aside, and rushed to the door. The woman screamed but did not stop. Steve quickly reached the door, turned the handle, and opened it. He took a step forward, mentally preparing himself for a fight. Perhaps he was kidnapped by Hydra and involved in some strange experiment. When he opened the door, there might be Hydra soldiers outside. Captain America doesn't mind fighting his way out. However, something strange happened at this moment. After Steve rushed out of the room, the scene in front of him suddenly flashed, like the noise that often appears on a movie screen. Steve couldn't help but blink. When I opened my eyes again, he was in the room again. After crossing a door, he did not go out, but returned to the room. The woman was still standing there blankly. Steve didn't know what was going on. He gritted his teeth, turned his head, and rushed out the door again. Time and again, nothing changed, no matter how hard he tried, he would end up back in this room. "What's happening here!" Finally, Steve couldn't help it. What had just happened was beyond his understanding. In his clear mind, the only explanation he could think of was the portal that Howard Stark had explained to him. "You used the power of the Cosmic Cube!" Steve clenched his fists, already forming a picture of the truth in his mind. Although his efforts failed, Hydra still obtained the Cosmic Cube and mastered the use of the portal within it. "not like this!" The woman stretched out her hands in front of her, as if she wanted to explain, but as an experienced veteran, Steve could see that she wanted to delay time. "Sorry!"
He took the initiative and wanted to control the woman first, but when he reached out to grab the woman's arm, he missed. Steve's fingers went straight through the woman's body. "How can it be--" At this moment, Steve's pupils contracted, as if he had seen a ghost, and he was completely unable to understand what was happening before his eyes. The woman looked apologetic and continued to speak, but this time, her voice was replaced by that of a young boy. "I'm sorry, Captain," she or he said. Steve stared at the woman, feeling a creepy feeling running down his spine. “Look, I’m terribly sorry about that show,” the woman said, “but we thought it would be best to slowly reveal the truth to you.” "Reveal what?" Steve asked. "You've been sleeping the whole time, Captain," the woman continued, and Steve saw sympathy in her eyes. "Sleeping for nearly seventy years." The next second, everything around changed. The original ward disappeared, and right before Steve's eyes, the room was transformed into a different decoration. The room looked like some country monastery. There was something that looked like a painting hanging on the wall, playing a picture that Steve couldn't understand. television? Steve thought, but the TVs he had seen were all very large, how could they be this thin? The screen showed a city that looked like a steel forest. There were tall buildings, busy traffic, and countless roadside buildings made of shiny glass, taller than Steve remembered. The billboard was like a huge display screen, very similar to the advanced equipment that only Hydra and the Strategic Research Agency had at the time. These huge billboards are ten stories high, with pictures and text scrolling on the screens. This was exactly the future Howard Stark had once described to him. On the other side, the woman's body shape changed like mercury, and in a blink of an eye she turned into a black-haired boy. Steve was stunned. Is this something technology can do? He didn't feel like he had arrived in the future seventy years later, but rather that he had arrived in a different world because of a plane crash. "I'm sorry, Captain Rogers." The boy introduced himself and said, "My name is Bruce Wayne, and I can explain to you what happened just now..." Before he finished speaking, Steve suddenly roared and pounced on Bruce like a bull out of control.
Batboy was picked up before he even had time to react. Steve clamped him to his chest, just like he had done to Katoom not long ago. "I understand. I understand everything!" Steve tightly gripped Bruce's waist and shouted, "You used mind control on me. This is a common method used by you Hydra. I know it all!" If it wasn't for mind control, everything that just happened would be hard to explain. Why couldn't he get out of this room no matter how hard he tried? Why does the furnishings in a room change in the blink of an eye? Why would a good woman turn into a boy in front of him? Steve understood, he understood it all! This is all because of Hydra's mind control! At this moment, Steve began to feel an unprecedented sense of crisis. Why did things develop to this point? Could it be that Hydra has already controlled the entire world? "Captain, you really misunderstood." Bruce said to Steve helplessly, "There is no such thing as mind control. Everything you just saw was actually due to magic." At this point, Batboy felt a little regretful. He should have listened to Katum's bad idea and used the illusion spell to simulate the environment that Captain America was familiar with. The sound of the owl still echoed in Bruce's ears - "It's all right if you trust me. Only by using this method can Steve better integrate into the new era! Hehehe!" Integration into the hell! Bruce cursed Owl countless times in his mind. Sure enough, I was cheated again. At this moment, too many incomprehensible things flooded into Steve's mind, causing him to have a stress reaction. Hearing Bruce's answer, Steve sneered. “Even magic is coming.” He said, "So are you going to say next that you can ride a broom and have a black cat?" "There's no black cat." Bruce thought for a moment, "but there is an owl." "Do you think I've never read fairy tales?" Steve's emotions are now on the verge of getting out of control. He knows nothing about the world today and is shrouded in extreme insecurity. His only thought at this moment was to leave here as soon as possible and then confirm Peggy's safety. "Ugh--" Bruce sighed softly, he didn't expect Captain America to lose his composure so much that things would come to this point. "Captain, I apologize in advance for everything that's going to happen." Bruce said, "Please believe me, I am a good kid." Ok? Steve didn't understand why Bruce said that, but before he could figure it out, a strange feeling suddenly spread throughout his body, and his feet began to dance uncontrollably. The sudden dance made Steve's hands loosen unconsciously, and Bruce took the opportunity to jump out of his arms and landed steadily.
“It’s also a kind of magic.” Bruce said, "It can make people start dancing uncontrollably, but they won't get hurt." "Chorea?" Steve was suddenly horrified and thought of a fairy tale he had heard before, a cruel story about a little girl who put on red dancing shoes and danced to death. I didn't expect that such a thing could happen to me? "It does look a bit like it." Bruce nodded and said, "But Captain, trust me, I have no ill will towards you." "Then let me stop first!" Steve's dancing was getting faster and faster, exceeding his own limit. He did think about having a good dance after the war, but it would be with Peggy, not by himself here amusing himself. What's more, there was an unidentified boy as a spectator. For a moment, Steve felt like he was back on stage, wearing funny costumes and performing like a clown to raise money for the military. "I can make you stop." Bruce said, "But you have to promise me that you will sit down quietly and listen to me. "Otherwise, I will let you keep jumping until the end of time!" When Steve heard this, he couldn't help but think, isn't this a standard villain statement? How did this boy have the nerve to call himself a good kid? "Can……" Steve could hardly see his own legs clearly; he was dancing so fast that there was even an afterimage. "I'm just taking a temporary measure," he mentally prepared himself, "I'm an adult, I won't argue with a child!" Thinking of this, he felt better. Steve Rogers is still very upright now. If he doesn't comfort himself in his heart, he will never be able to compromise with his enemies. "I trust your promise." Bruce said before removing the spell from Steve. As soon as Steve stopped dancing, he collapsed on the hospital bed as if all his energy had been drained. Can't win. This was the only thought in his mind. He couldn't think of any way to deal with the methods displayed by this boy. He lowered his head and pondered what to do. In Bruce's eyes, this posture seemed more like he was waiting obediently for Bruce to explain to him what was happening in the world. "That's right, Captain Rogers." Bruce sighed. He really had no ill will towards Captain America. Everything that had just happened was just a misunderstanding.
"Let me tell you in detail what happened in this world during the time you were asleep." Bruce said, "And how I found you and where you are now." …… "That's probably what happened." For the past thirty minutes, Bruce had been telling Steve a bizarre story. The story of a magical owl that senses Steve's presence and rescues him from the ice. As for where they are now, Bruce did not hide it and said frankly that this is a magical monastery that has existed on Earth for many years but has always been unknown. "You mean, I'm not being mind-controlled and this is all magic?" Steve looked around, checking again and again. "Yes." Bruce nodded, "Magic has always existed, but most people don't know it." "I understand." Steve sighed, "I want to go outside and take a look, is that okay?" "sure." Bruce waved his hand and the illusion spell on the door disappeared immediately, allowing him to enter and exit freely. "Thanks……" As soon as Steve finished speaking, he suddenly turned into a shadow. He burst out with unprecedented speed and ran desperately down the corridor. "Magic, do you think I'm stupid?" Steve yelled, "If there really was magic, why didn't you come out to protect civilians during World War II?" There is no way he would be fooled. He must have been controlled by some kind of brainwashing. Everything he hears and sees now is fake! Escape! He must escape! Steve ran hard, and the light at the end of the corridor seemed to be his hope of salvation. Bruce slowly walked out of the room, looked at Steve's back, and sighed softly. "Ugh--" He said, “Don’t blame me for this.” After saying that, Bruce casually hooked his fingers, and then Steve's full-speed running footsteps turned into a beautiful Swan Lake. (End of this chapter)