Chapter 215 We Are All Forgotten by the Times
George Stacy is not impressed by Captain America's confidence.

He had already recognized that this woman should be Captain America.

Although he didn't know why the captain who was active during World War II appeared in front of him now.

"This is the case I'm in charge of. I have the right to investigate anything related to the clues here."

"You don't seem to understand the situation."

Captain America said with a serious face: "S.H.I.E.L.D. has been investigating these lizard people. These..."

She pointed at Kurt Connors who was half buried in the rubble, and then at the other lizardmen on the ground.

"These people are guinea pigs, weapons created by an underground group we call 'Spider Silk', and we have been tracking them down."

Listening to Captain America's words, George's expression became serious.

"SHIELD will not put any citizen in danger, but at the same time, Sheriff, you also have to know what you should and shouldn't do."

"Oh!"

Grabbing the shield in her hand and then putting it behind her back, she took out the communicator to contact S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Falcon, can you hear me?"

"Yes, I'm always here. Have you resolved your issue, Captain?"

"Send someone to the scene immediately. Kurt Connors has been arrested."

Falcon on the other end of the communicator made a surprised sound, "Wow, so what happened, Captain?"

"Just follow your orders, soldier!"

"Yes, Captain."

On a street somewhere in the city, a mechanical eagle flew into the sky.

The owner of the mechanical eagle also followed the eagle as it flew off into the distance.

At the same time, there was a ruin in the corner of the tunnel that George and Captain America did not notice.

An alien spider crawled out and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

“Fight for freedom regardless of borders!”

Captain America looked at an old, yellowed poster in his hand.

She read the words softly.

It was already late at night.

An hour had passed since she returned from the Lizardman scene.

Sitting in this room that felt unfamiliar to her, she picked up the old poster.

"Okins, Barnes, and Bradley."

The captain looked gloomy as she read the names of her former soldiers.

She always feels uncomfortable in this modern city.

Although she has learned to use modern electronic equipment.

Sitting on the sofa, she exhaled, her face full of fatigue.

For her now, being alive is a very incredible phenomenon.

She doesn't need to inspire herself with all the beauty and possibilities of the future.

She had lost too much and missed too much. For her who had just woken up, it was as if a part of her life was missing.

"Buzz!"

Her cell phone rang, she picked it up and saw that it was Peggy calling her.

Peggy Carter, the ex-girlfriend of Captain America in the main universe, did not age and die in this universe. She is now the deputy director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

This is the only person Captain America knows.

"Paige?"

"I heard that you met Spider-Man when you were capturing the Lizard Man?"

Paige asked her straight to the point.

"Yes, I met him."

"You didn't have any conflicts?"

The captain asked her, "What do you think?" "I roughly know his identity, but Captain, you'd better not confront him head-on."

"He's dangerous," Peggy told Captain America.

"Are there any dangers from the Nazis and the Ghost Gate Clan?"

The captain loosened the tie that bound his hair, letting his blond hair fly loose.

"Yes, the Nazis said you were a combination of the Statue of Liberty and Rose the Riveter, and they were afraid of you, but Spider-Man, unlike Spider-Woman, is more powerful and dangerous, and he is not afraid."

"I will get him, but I don't think he's as dangerous as the media makes him out to be. He's a lot like the soldiers I once was."

Captain America said to Peggy seriously.

"We'll talk about this later."

Paige quickly changed the subject.

"You should go out, Captain, and get in touch with society. I heard you've been staying at home."

The captain said to her: "I went to the Martyrs' Cemetery. It's been 75 years. I missed a lot. I should have been lying there. I could have done something to change everything. Regarding the rebirth plan, I lost a lot. Their names are now in my mind."

"Maybe, but Captain, you are here now. There must be a reason why you woke up. We still have a chance to change everything."

Peggy whispered to the captain: "This world is not as peaceful as it seems on the surface. There are undercurrents everywhere. Captain, you have the ability to change all this."

Captain America stood up and looked out the window at the dark night.

"I know, I just want to say, Paige, it's really nice to see you and talk to you like this."

Peggy was silent for a moment, then said to Captain America, "Me too, but we are past the age of reminiscing about the past. At least, the swinging swing and the sparkling water on the golden pond will never appear before my eyes again."

"Remember to take a bath before going to bed, so you won't think about those annoying things."

After talking to the captain for a while, Peggy hung up the phone.

Putting down his phone, the captain opened his notebook.

She is in the habit of writing down some modern words that she doesn't understand on it.

On the last page of the notebook, she wrote the word "Spider-Man" with a pen.

The hotel where the three Spiders live.

Shadow Spider-Man and Jessica have already rested, only Silk has no intention of sleeping.

This strange world always makes her feel uneasy.

Leaving the hotel, she stood on the street.

This place is very similar to the universe I live in.

But it has a unique flavor.

Why doesn't this universe have its own isotope?
Walking along the road, she fell into deep thought.

She just searched for "Spider Silk" and didn't find any superhero with that name.

Instead, I saw sporadic information saying that "Spider Silk" was the name of an underground organization.

what is this?
The thread of this universe is actually an underground organization? !

Just as she was thinking, she came to a remote road.

Calling this remote road a "road" is actually an optimistic term, because it is just a bumpy, rugged, and gravelly path.

It should be a path leading to a nearby park, and it seems to stretch endlessly forward.

Compared to the length of the night, the path ahead seemed even longer.

After thinking for a while, she stepped forward.

There were few pedestrians on the road, and most of the street lights on the roadside were damaged, with only a few flashing dim lights.

The branches of the trees nearby extend above the road, forming a natural corridor.

The drizzle had stopped, but there was still a gloomy feeling.

There were thunder rumbling in the distance, and there seemed to be signs of heavy rain soon.

Suddenly!

She saw a figure flash by not far ahead.

(End of this chapter)