Superman

Brooklyn, 1943.

A heavy haze enveloped every corner of the city, and occasionally sharp air defense alarms struck the dark sky.

In the world at this time, the Axis powers, headed by the German Third Reich, fought inextricably with the anti-fascist (xi) allies.

On the radio and news papers, every day is a variety of news about war casualties and the international situation.

From Europe to Asia, from Atlantic to Pacific.

The flames of war are everywhere, and gunpowder is everywhere.

No one knows whether hope or destruction will come first.

In Luke's words, all this is terrible!

"If I traveled through the time node, it would be nice to be decades later! Go to Hollywood to write a few screenplays, make a few movies, get a few golden guys, and at the worst, I can get financial freedom by plagiarizing bestsellers. Enjoy the corrupt life of capitalism."

Located on the corner of the street, in an empty pub.

Luke held his head in his hands and put his legs on the table, expressing regret.

"In other words, you can bring me a normal world. The American economy after World War II was unprecedentedly prosperous. If you seize the opportunity, it is not difficult to earn the first pot of gold. It's just...what is it to go to the Marvel studio? ghost?"

Luke sighed and spread out today's newspaper. The most striking headline was the meeting between President Roosevelt and Churchill and Stalin in Tehran.

The Allied Powers decided to open a second battlefield in Europe in order to defeat the German Nazism 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——

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

There is also a very clear black and white photo below.

"Stark Industries..."

Luke, who was only twenty years old, had a wry smile on his lips.

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

But for Luke, the other party has another important identity.

The future Iron Man, Tony Stark's father.

It was the existence of Howard Stark that allowed Luke to confirm that he really went to the Marvel studio.

And it's the beginning of everything!

The beginning of the timeline before all major events have happened!

This is both good news and bad news.

The good news is that Luke may never see Thanos as the director of the Universe Family Planning Committee snap that finger.

The bad news is that he can't even find Novice Village Chief Coleson, or find Spider-Man in Queens.

Let alone the Avengers in the back, even Nick Fury doesn't know where he is now, and he can't make the "Raiders (fanfiction)" that Luke has seen in his previous life work.

Generally speaking, one shouldn't be living in the Hell's Kitchen and then being attracted by SHIELD.

In order to get to know a middle-aged agent with a precarious hairline, or meet Spider-Man baby, do you have experience with the group all the way?

If you are lucky and bring your own plug-in, there may be a black widow who will come to perform sex tricks.

"I'm obviously from Ou Huang."

Luke never expected that his start was the United States in the context of World War II.

And, somehow became a spiritual guy on the streets of Brooklyn.

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

Luke covered his face with the newspaper to relieve his depression.

He has traveled into this world for almost five or six years, and has already accepted the new identity of "Luke Cavill".

I also accepted that my family was an Irish immigrant, his father died of gang vendetta, his mother died of tuberculosis, and there was no sister’s orphan setting.

Nowadays, the only relative to Luke is the uncle who often "cleaned the house" when he was young.

Brush the house.

This is a black word.

Luke's uncle is not a craftsman who paints the house—this sentence is used to refer to murder.

Because it is difficult not to splash blood on the wall when dealing with certain troubles, gangsters are used to using the term "painting the house" to do dirty work.

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

He used to be a veteran, and later in order to support his family, he began to "make houses" for the gang.

Because of his decisiveness and clean hands, he has never left any extra clues and has always been appreciated by the senior management.

In the years since his parents died, Luke also relied on his uncle to help him, so that he would not starve to death.

"The golden finger that I haven't received for so long..."

Luke feels even more concerned when he thinks of the plug-in that every traverser senior must have.

First of all.

The reason why he would cross,

It's because of a very nonsense reason.

Game Krypton Gold!

That's right, Luke at that time was addicted to a fighting game with a superhero as a selling gimmick.

Moreover, Krypton Gold was unrelenting, trying to use this simple and rude way to change the fate of his non-chief.

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

It can be said to be extremely cost-effective!

But as soon as he clicked on the gift bag, Luke opened his eyes and passed through.

The worst part is not this.

Maybe it's because of the bad signal, the luxurious gift bag that came along with me.

It took five or six years for it to connect to the line 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 basking in the sun every day, just to wait for the moment when the luxurious gift package was opened.

Unfortunately, I don’t know if it’s too far from the next studio, bad signal, or other reasons.

The progress bar has always been stuck at 99% of the nodes, so I don't want to move one step forward.

This makes Luke a headache.

"I won't let me collect an infinite gem to open it, it's not so cheating..."

Luke curled his lips, if he could get superhuman power.

Then in this dangerous world, it can grow steadily.

By then, his life may be better than the next studio.

After all, the style is not so dark.

"I long for a plug-in..."

Just as Luke screamed in his heart, the door of the tavern was pushed open.

Ding Dong!

The crisp bell sounded.

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

The young man in the brown uniform of an army soldier with a newspaper in his hand said.

"I went to your house and found that you were not at home, so I ran to Old Joseph's tavern! I knew you were here!"

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

"I'm helping old Joseph look at the store, he is sick. Bucky, did you get the order?"

Luke took away the newspaper covering his face and said lazily.

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

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

"Of course! The 107th Infantry Regiment! You should call me Sergeant James Barnes now! 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 at this time, and Uncle Sam’s recruitment posters were all over the states.

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

They can't wait to go to the battlefield and win the medal of honor.

"It's a shame not to be with you."

Luke pretended to be disappointed.

He actually has no plans to join the army.

After finally going through it, I went to help Uncle Sam fight the German Na (na). The spirit of internationalism is too touching.

The reason for saying this is just to keep people set.

As far as the current environment is concerned, joining the army is something most young people do.

"Someone has to stay and take care of Steve. His guy always likes to be nosy, it's really reassuring!"

Bucky patted his friend on the shoulder with relief.

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 it on purpose.

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

Luke joked.

He and Bucky had known each other years ago.

The other party and Steve Rogers are both original friends.

"Steve doesn't think so, he has a clumsy brain."

Bucky sighed.

He frowned when he thought of the little man who was not worrying.

The opponent also wanted to rush to the battlefield like himself.

However, he has not become a hardware standard for soldiers.

"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 can go to Stark Industries' World Expo of Tomorrow tonight! I have some pretty girls!"