Chapter 1

A heavy fog enveloped every corner of the city, and occasionally sharp warning from the Air-Defense radar sirens struck the dark sky.

In today's time, the Axis Powers, headed by the Germans, fought inextricably with the Allied Powers. ​​

Every day, a news story or news will popup about the war casualties and the international situation.

From Europe to Asia, from the Atlantic to the Pacific.

The flames of war were everywhere, and bullets were being fired at every second.

No one knows what one will come first, hope to end this war or destruction of the whole world.

In Luke's opinion, everything happening was just terrible!

"If only I had travelled to any other point of time in history. It would have been nice to enter the world a few decades from now. I would have gone to Hollywood, written a few scripts, made a few movies, and would have become the richest person in the world. Enjoying my life at its fullest."

Located on the corner of the street was an empty tavern.

Luke held his head in his hands, put his legs on the table, and sighed at his fate.

"Or, they could have just given me a normal world. The U.S. economy after World War II was unprecedentedly prosperous. If I seized the opportunity, it wouldn't have been difficult to earn my first pot of gold. It's just… Why am I in the Marvel Universe?"

Luke sighed and unfolded that day's newspaper. The most striking headline was the meeting between President Roosevelt, Churchill and Stalin in Tehran.

The Allies wanted to open a second battlefield in Europe to defeat the Germans as soon as possible.

It's just that what attracted his attention was not the direction of the world war, but the lace scandal in the corner of the page ——

Howard Stark and Hollywood's "Goddess of Love" Rita Hayworth were photographed by reporters entering and exiting the Waldorf Astoria Hotel together.

There was also an obvious black and white photo below this headline.

"Stark Industries..."

Twenty-year-old, Luke now had a wry smile on his face.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, Howard Stark was just a smart arms tycoon sitting on wealth.

But for Luke, the other party had another critical identity.

He was the father of the future Iron Man, Tony Stark.

The existence of Howard Stark allowed Luke to confirm that he really did transmigrate in the Marvel Universe.

And now, he was standing at the beginning of everything.

The beginning of the timeline before all significant events were about to unfold!

This was both good news and bad news for him.

The good news was that Luke wouldn't have to see Thanos, the chief of the Universe Family Planning Department, snap his finger because Luke will be a hundred years old by that time and may not even be alive on that fateful day.

The bad news was that he wouldn't get the chance to meet Chief Coulson or go to Queens and find Spider-Man.

Let alone the Avengers; he didn't even know where Nick Fury will be in the coming years.

Luke never expected that he would start from the United States in the context of World War II.

And somehow became a naive guy on the streets of Brooklyn.

"It's a headache to think about it."

Luke covered his face with the newspaper, feeling depressed over his condition.

He had travelled into this world for almost five or six years and had already accepted the new identity of 'Luke Cavill'.

He came to know that his family were Irish immigrants; however, his father died in gang fights, and his mother died of tuberculosis. The only good thing that came out of this was that there was no little sister to take care of. That would have been a headache.

Luke's only relative was the uncle who used to "paint the house" for people when he was young.

Paint the house.

This is a black word.

Luke's uncle is not a craftsman who painted the house walls—this sentence he used was referring to murder.

Because it's hard not to splash blood on the wall when dealing with certain troubles, gangsters were used to using the term "cleaning the house" after doing the dirty work.

Luke's uncle was such a man who did dirty work for the gang-when he was young.

He used to be an army veteran, and later to support his family, he began to "clean up houses" for the gang.

Because of his decisiveness and clean hands, he had never left any clues and was always appreciated by the senior gangsters.

In the years since his parents passed away, Luke also relied on his uncle's assistance to avoid starving to death.

"The plot armour that I haven't received for so long..."

Luke felt even more concerned when he thought of the cheats that every transmigrator must-have.

First of all.

The reason why he could cross over,

It was because of a very nonsense reason.

It was due to a game, Golden Kryptonite!

That's right; at that time, Luke was addicted to fighting games that had superheroes as the central character.

Moreover, Golden Kryptonite was very addictive, trying to use a rude and straightforward way to change the main character's fate.

One afternoon, he couldn't hold back for a while and ended up purchasing the luxurious gift pack in the game-which contained an SSS-level card, the Superman, and multiple selection templates of Kryptonite.

It can be said that if we take contents of the gift pack in the picture, it was extremely cost-effective!

As soon as he received the gift package, Luke opened it to check its contents. However, the next time he opened his eyes, he was in the Marvel Universe.

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Chapter 2

When he transmigrated, there was a screen projected in front of his eyes.

Maybe due to the bad signal or good luck, that expensive gift item had also come with him. ​​

It took five to six years for it to connect and load the progress.

[99%]

Luke glanced at the progress bar in the consciousness space; an expression of expectation appeared on his face.

Over the years, he insisted on doing one hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, one hundred squats, and actively running in the sun every day, just to wait for the moment when the luxurious gift package will open.

Unfortunately, he didn't know if it was too far away from his earth? Or was it a bad signal? Or there were other reasons?

The progress bar had always been stuck at 99% as if that was the final destination, and it didn't wish to take any step further.

This gave Luke a headache.

"Do I have to collect Infinity Stones to load this thing? That's cheating!"

Luke curled his lips in frustration.

If he could get superhuman powers, then he will be able to survive longer in this dangerous world.

By that time, his life may be better than his time on the real earth.

"I want my cheat..."

Just as Luke whined inwardly, the door of the bar was pushed open.

Ding Dong!

The crisp bell at the door sounded.

"Luke! I have been looking for you for a long time!"

The young man wearing the brown uniform of an army soldier and holding a newspaper in his hand said, "I went to your house and found that you weren't there, so I ran to Old Joseph's bar! I knew you were here!"

The handsome, high-spirited young man took out a chair and sat on the opposite side of Luke.

"I'm helping old Joseph look at the store. He is sick," Luke, still with the newspaper on his face, asked unenthusiastically, "Bucky, did you succeed?"

The young man sitting across from him is the future Winter Soldier, a good friend of Captain America, James Barnes.

"Bucky" was his nickname, and it can also be regarded as a kind of affectionate name, which was only used by his close friends.

"Of course! The 107th Infantry Regiment! You should call me Sergeant James Barnes from now on! I will set sail for England tomorrow morning."

Bucky lifted his chest and raised his head with a proud look on his face.

It was World War II, and Uncle Sam's recruitment posters were all over the states.

The passionate propaganda and pervasive TV speeches inspired a large number of young people's patriotism.

They couldn't wait to go to the battlefield and win the Medal of Honor.

"It's a pity that I can't be with you." Luke pretended to be disappointed.

He didn't actually plan to join the army.

Bucky patted his friend on the shoulder in a reassuring manner and said, "Someone has to stay to take care of Steve. That guy always likes to fight for justice; it's really annoying sometimes!"

He and Luke had discussed secretly, hoping that someone could stay here.

It's a pity that Luke lost in that wine fight to decide who could join the army—well, he did lose on purpose.

"It's not bad to think about it. All the men in New York would have gone to the army. There are about 3.5 million women left in this city. Maybe I can have a chance to soothe some of them, their fragile and beautiful hearts."

Luke joked.

He and Bucky had known each other years ago.

The other party and Steve Rogers are both original friends.

Bucky sighed. "Steve doesn't think so; he has a dead brain."

He frowned when he thought of the little man who also wanted to rush to the battlefield like himself.

However, he was just not at the right standards to become a soldier.

"When shall we go to Steve? He must be in that cinema again."

Shaking off the sadness in his head, Bucky took out a few tickets from his pocket and said enthusiastically: "I will go to Stark Industries' World Expo tonight! I have a date with some pretty girls!"

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Chapter 3

When Luke and Bucky walked towards the cinema on the opposite side of the street, Steve Rogers, the future Captain America, was being beaten in a back alley.

*Bang* ​​

A punch hit Steve in the stomach, convulsing his face in pain.

Unable to maintain his balance, Rogers was knocked to the ground.

His thin body gave no defense against the street gangster.

The street gangsters caused a lot of trouble and harassed everyone; however, none of the bystanders dared to stand up against these people in fear of getting into unnecessary trouble.

Only a "fool" like Steve will risk being severely beaten and jump out to stop these gangsters from causing trouble.

After getting punched, Steve, who had now fallen in a corner, picked up the lid of the trash can next to him in a hurry and used it as a shield to block the next punch.

In his eyes, there was not even the slightest tinge of fear, but there was a look of resolution as he stood up.

Like a brave soldier.

However, it's a pity that his courage couldn't cover the massive gap in size and strength.

The gangster waved his fist and knocked Rogers back on the ground again.

But it didn't take long for the little man to struggle and stand up as if he wasn't feeling any pain.

As he took up the posture of a boxer, he gasped, "I can do this all day!"

His punches were slow, and his strength was not enough, so he was quickly blocked by the gangster.

"Looks like you haven't learned your lesson!"

The gangster sneered and clenching his fists; he targeted Rogers' nose this time.

'I am going to teach you not to be so nosy.'

However,

*Bang*

A strong force came from behind.

The gangster let out a scream as he lost his balance and staggered towards the wall.

"Who the f*ck are you? Don't you f*cking dare touch my friend here!"

A cold voice rang from behind.

The gangster turned his head quickly and found two young men.

One was wearing a nicely-ironed brown military uniform, while the other had a leather jacket.

The latter is staring at him with sharp eyes.

"Luke! This kid was being nosy! I didn't know he was your friend..."

*Bang*

Without saying a word, Luke stepped forward and punched the gangster's nose.

The guy leaned to the side and fell heavily on the hard road.

Blood began to flow out from his nose, unceasingly.

However, Luke didn't stop there. He lifted his legs, stepping on the gangster's face with his dark black boots, almost crushing his teeth.

"Ugh... Luke!"

The mud and dirt on the shoes poured into the gangster's mouth.

With the blood spilling from the nose, it gave out a strange smell.

After a while, Luke let go of him and said coldly, "Get out of here. Next time I see you bullying my friend, I might come over 'to paint the house'."

The gangster with blood all over his face, ran out of the alley in embarrassment, without even uttering a single word.

He was afraid of Luke because of Luke's Uncle.

Moreover, Luke worked with the Irish gang, so he couldn't afford to offend Luke.

"That's why I have asked Luke to stay in Brooklyn to take care of you." Bucky, in his military uniform, stretched out his hand to lift Rogers; with a helpless expression on his face, he continued, "Sometimes, I think you just like to get beaten up, otherwise why do you always like to provoke these as*holes that you can't beat."

Rogers patted the dust on his clothes and took a breath from his inhaler to calm himself down.

The pain on his face was finally transmitted back to the brain, and now he felt a burning sensation.

Earlier, he relied on the adrenaline rush of his courage, and didn't feel the physical pain.

Now… Rogers felt like he needed to go and find a doctor as soon as possible.

"You went to the conscription station again?"

Just then, Luke picked up the enlistment form on the ground, which had Steve Rogers' identity information written on it.

"It's illegal to fake a draft form, Steve."

Luke rubbed his palms. Fortunately, he had been exercising all year round and was quite physically strong, so it was no big deal for him to beat up a street gangster.

He, Rogers, and Bucky grew up in Brooklyn.

But compared to him, the two of them had much similar experience as kids.

Firstly, both of their parents died in the war.

Steve's father, Joseph Rogers, served in the 107th Infantry Division and was killed by a German grenade in an ambush.

His mother was a nurse in the tuberculosis ward. Unfortunately, she was also infected and could not survive.

As for Bucky's background experience, it was also similar.

His father also served in the 107th Infantry Division but died in an accident in a military exercise and was raised by his mother.

Therefore, both of the kids, who have known each other since childhood, became inseparable brothers.

"I just want to do something..." Rogers lowered his head slightly, feeling depressed as he coughed up blood due to the punch earlier.

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