In New York, at a S.H.I.E.L.D. branch.
A room had been converted into a 1940s style, with a radio playing a baseball game on a solid wood table.
A muscular man lay on a single bed, slowly opening his eyes, feeling a sense of unreality.
He listened to the baseball broadcast and the slow-spinning fan on the ceiling.
"Ding, system activation conditions met."
"Host scanning... memory allocation... reality extraction... character replacement... configuration complete."
"Replaced character is Captain America Steve Rogers."
"Based on the host's previous experiences, the Slacking System is activated!"
As a flood of memories rushed into his mind, the man on the hospital bed couldn't help but clutch his head. It was Captain America's memories, along with his unpleasant memories of being a corporate slave before his transmigration, all merging and colliding.
The Super Soldier Program selection, throwing himself on a grenade, transforming from a weakling to a strong man after receiving the serum.
Leading the charge in World War II, fighting the Nazis, and finally, crashing into an iceberg like a crow doing a flying kick!
Those vivid scenes, one after another, showed that the original Steve had already died when he crashed into the iceberg. The current Captain America was merely a lucky transmigrator who had taken over his body!
"So I'm Steve Rogers now?"
As a corporate slave who was still working overtime before his transmigration, he closed his eyes, then opened them, and found himself transmigrated?
He got up and looked in the mirror; he was still himself, but his identity had changed to Captain America!
"Ding, prerequisite mission triggered. Complete the prerequisite mission to activate the system and receive a skill."
"As a workhorse in your previous life, you cannot be a workhorse in this life. Start slacking off! Find a high-ranking S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent and go on a date for dinner. (Gender not specified)"
Wait, this doesn't seem right!
Steve immediately refused. What kind of joke was this?! If he was going to find someone, it would be a blonde with big waves. Who would go on a date for dinner with a man?! Crazy!
Just then, the room door was pushed open.
What met his eyes was a tight-fitting uniform, a beautiful face without makeup, crystal clear and stunningly pretty, with a hint of surprise that softened her usually aloof demeanor.
Hill! S.H.I.E.L.D. Deputy Director, Level 9 Agent!
"Captain, you're awake?"
Steve looked at her blankly, then, a moment later, he walked over and hugged her. "I'm sorry, Hill, I'm late. I still owe you our first date!"
???
Hill was also taken aback. Did you get the wrong person? "Captain, I'm not."
"Come on, I'll take you out for a good meal!" Steve impatiently pulled Hill out of the room, as if eager to fulfill a long-overdue promise.
"Wait!" Hill couldn't stop him and was pulled out of the room.
The truth was immediately revealed!
Outside, it was clearly a high-tech room, equipped with surveillance cameras.
Two burly men in security uniforms blocked the door. They didn't understand the situation, but their mission was to prevent anyone from getting through.
The next second.
Bang!
The two burly men, each weighing at least 160 pounds, were kicked flying, crashing through the door and landing in the hallway.
The busy staff passing by involuntarily stopped in their tracks.
Who was that? So bold! Causing trouble in the S.H.I.E.L.D. office building!
The moment Steve pulled Hill out, some people were already stirring.
"Oh my god! Isn't that Captain America?"
"Who is that! Let go of my goddess! Let me do it!"
"Huh? The Iceberg Director has a partner? Quick, tell everyone else, it's time for gossip!"
Hill had a face full of question marks. She quickly reacted and glared at the others, "Get back to work! Are you all too idle?!"
Immediately, the gossiping onlookers scattered like birds and beasts. Hill's reputation in S.H.I.E.L.D. was second to none. Disobedient? She'd make things difficult for you!
Director's office.
The one-eyed Fury was reviewing mission progress when a call quickly came in.
"What? Captain is awake! Wait, you said he took Hill out on the street?"
Hearing the news, Fury was completely stunned. No, you Captain America, after seventy years of sleep, woke up and took away our S.H.I.E.L.D. flower?
"Director, what do we do now? I'm on my way and will be there in another minute." Coulson was still asking on the other end, his tone a bit indescribably excited. He was Captain America's little fanboy, his number one fan!
"Follow them for now, I'll be right there!" Fury had a headache. He had considered many contingencies, but this one never crossed his mind!
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At a restaurant on the street corner, Steve pulled Hill to a seat.
Looking at the neon signs flashing outside, he was filled with both confusion and excitement. "Have I been asleep for a long time?"
Hill looked at her hand, which was tightly held, her palm still warm. This was her first date, and she didn't expect it to be with Captain America! "Seventy years!"
"Hmm? Seventy years?" Steve pretended to be shocked. He lowered his head and looked at the surroundings again. Modern streets, cars everywhere, every item was not in the 1940s style.
"I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone else."
"It's fine." Hill gave a faint smile, but you, damn it, could you let go of my hand?
"Have dinner with me, just to make up for the date I missed. Can you be my girlfriend temporarily?" Steve let go of her hand, his expression a little forlorn.
"I once fought tirelessly for my country, constantly battling to prevent the Nazis from harming innocent citizens, always busy with my mission. I never had a life of my own. If you say I've been asleep for seventy years, then perhaps I should be able to retire."
These sad words, this forlorn expression, this glorious past.
Hill didn't know why, but she felt a stir in her heart. Perhaps it was respect for a World War II hero, or perhaps it was that momentary flutter. She pressed her red lips together, a hint of a smile in her eyes, "I'm willing."
"Thank you!" Steve flashed a sunny smile, his naturally righteous aura making his smile even more approachable.
Since things had come to this, it was best to order first!
Just as they finished ordering.
A Black man sat down next to Steve, his single eye staring intently at him.
"Captain?"
"Hmm?"
Phew! Good, the target's emotions are stable!
Fury didn't dig Steve out of the ice to deal with him.
"I'm Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Captain, it's 2008 now. You've been asleep for seventy years."
"I know, my girlfriend told me. So, are you here to settle my retirement and salary? Please!" Steve even enthusiastically got him a cup and poured him some tea.
???
What the hell!
Do you even understand the situation?! You've been asleep for seventy years! The first thing you say after waking up is to ask me for your salary?
Fury was dumbfounded!
Little fanboy Coulson was also dumbfounded!
Only Hill let out a chuckle.
"Captain, are you alright?" Fury looked at him suspiciously. Could they have dug up a fake?
But his appearance, height, voice, and blood were all normal!
This was Captain America! No doubt about it!