Captain America? No, I'm the Human Torch!

boom!!!

A fireball suddenly burst open on the third floor of the sanatorium.

The scorching heatwave, mixed with rubble and shards of glass, sent the Hydra agents, who were preparing to launch rockets, sprawling and disoriented.

But this is just the beginning.

Steve stood in front of the human-shaped hole, his chest heaving violently.

The chakra within him was like a rushing river, responding to his will.

"It's not over yet."

Steve's eyes narrowed as he looked down at the men in black who were setting up heavy machine guns as if facing a formidable enemy.

Although he was a veteran from seventy years ago and didn't understand modern electronic warfare, he understood war.

Since that power came from the gashapon machine, let's use that power to forge a path!

Steve quickly formed hand seals.

The chakra was compressed to its limit in his throat and then suddenly expelled.

"Fire Release: Phoenix Flower Technique!"

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

Instead of a single giant fireball, this time Steve spat out more than a dozen small fireballs.

Each fireball was only the size of a basketball, and under Steve's control, they drew arcs in the air.

"What is that...?"

Before the tactical commander downstairs could finish speaking, a fireball struck his tactical helmet.

Bang bang bang!

Flames burst forth.

Then came the second one, the third one...

A series of explosions echoed at the entrance of the sanatorium.

The Hydra agents, who had assumed they would be safe as long as they hid behind cover, were horrified to discover that the fireballs could actually curve!

"Ahhh! Fire! Help! Fire!"

"That's not Captain America! That's the Human Torch!"

The once well-trained assassination squad was thrown into chaos, with screams echoing throughout.

Just then, the sound of mechanical wings slicing through the night sky rang out.

Natasha, who had just received an emergency distress signal and rushed to provide assistance, witnessed this truly surreal scene.

What did she see?

Captain America, the WWII veteran who only knows how to throw his shield and swing his fists, is standing at the hole on the third floor, frantically spitting fireballs down below.

"Oh my god..." Natasha muttered to herself over the comms, "Is this old popsicle outdated, or am I outdated?"

"Natasha, what are you standing there for!" Steve's voice boomed through the communicator. "Cover me! I need to get the men out of here!"

"Oh...oh! Got it, Captain!"

Natasha snapped out of her daze. Although her worldview was shattered, her body instinctively obeyed the command.

She picked up the two miniature submachine guns at her waist and began firing to suppress the remaining enemy forces in the distance.

Inside the room.

After dealing with the external threat, Steve immediately turned and rushed to the hospital bed.

However, when he broke through the thick layer of white steam and arrived at the bedside, he froze.

The hospital bed was empty.

The frail old man who had been lying there was gone.

"Peggy?!"

Steve's heart skipped a beat, and a huge panic gripped his heart in an instant.

Did the medication fail? Could it be that Peggy...?

Just then, the pile of oversized hospital gowns shifted slightly.

A little head struggled to peek out from the collar.

It was a delicate face with fair and rosy skin that radiated a collagen glow even in dim lighting.

Her large, brown eyes were filled with confusion as she blinked at the tall man in front of her.

This looks like a...

A little girl around twelve years old?

Steve was dumbfounded.

"Steve?"

The little girl opened her mouth, and the voice that came out was no longer that old and hoarse voice, but a clear and soft loli voice, with a kind of childish innocence that had not yet changed.

"Peggy...?" Steve called out tentatively, his voice trembling slightly.

Little Peggy looked down at her short little hands, then at the hospital gown covering her.

The next second, fear appeared on her small face, which then transformed into a sharp edge unique to special agents, like a cat with its fur standing on end.

"Damn it! What on earth did you feed me?!"

Peggy tried to jump off the bed, but because her legs were too short and her clothes were too long, she fell face down into the blankets with a "thump".

"..."

The air suddenly fell silent for three seconds.

Steve: "..."

Is he really not dreaming?

That decisive and efficient career woman has now become a...

Little loli?

This is hardly a case of rejuvenation.

This is practically a complete overhaul!

"Captain! The firepower over here is intense! If you don't come out soon, I'm going to be riddled with bullets!"

Natasha's roar broke the awkward silence over the communicator.

"immediately!"

Steve snapped out of his daze.

Now is not the time to dwell on age.

He looked at little Peggy, who was still struggling in the blankets, and scooped her up in his arms.

"What do you want to do... Wow!"

Instead of holding a child, he simply tucked Peggy, who was wrapped up like a silkworm, under his arm.

"Steve! Let go of me! This is so undignified!"

Peggy was filled with shame and indignation. She kicked her short legs wildly in the air and rained down her little fists on Steve's back.

In the past, this punch would have knocked the agent down, but now Steve felt like he'd been hit by a marshmallow.

"Bear with it, sir."

A long-lost smile appeared on Steve's face. "There are still many people outside who want to invite you for tea."

After saying that, he tightened his grip to make sure the oversized doll wouldn't fall.

Then, take a running start and sprint!

Whoosh!

He grabbed Peggy, smashed through the window frame, and jumped directly from the third floor.

"Ah!" Peggy exclaimed instinctively.

Just as the two were about to land.

A flash of blue light appeared beneath Steve's feet.

The chakra cushioned his fall, and he used the momentum to push off the wall, executing a stylish backflip and landing steadily.

It was just as the sun was setting.

The orange-red afterglow shone on Steve's broad shoulders and also illuminated the little girl in his arms who had a blank expression on her face.

"Looks like we'll have to wait a few more years for that dance."

Steve looked down at his lover in his arms, his eyes almost overflowing with tenderness. "Now, I might have to send you to elementary school first, Peggy."

Peggy: "..."

She swore that if she had a gun right now, she would definitely put a hole in this old popsicle's butt!

"Over there! Fire!"

The remaining agents spotted their target in the bushes not far away.

"Hold on tight!"

Steve held Peggy in one arm, while his other hand rapidly formed hand seals in the air.

"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"

Wow!

Another fireball fired at point-blank range burned the heads of the three agents who rushed up, leaving them bald.

Natasha, who came to meet her, parked her car on the side of the road, rolled down the window, and looked at the figure running towards her while spitting fire. She was in a state of existential doubt.

"Get on the bus!"

Steve yanked open the car door, put Peggy in the back seat, and then climbed into the passenger seat himself.

"drive!"

Natasha slammed on the gas, sending the car shooting off like an arrow.

She glanced at the little girl in the back seat through the rearview mirror, then at Steve, who was still smoking in the passenger seat.

This is……

Steve's daughter?

"Although I really don't want to ask..."

"But for the past seventy years, have you been studying at a circus?"

Peggy stared curiously at Steve's mouth, her eyes filled with suspicion that some kind of advanced technology was hidden inside.

"Neither."

Steve leaned back in his chair, exhaling a long breath, feeling the weakness of his body after his chakra was depleted.

He glanced back at Peggy, who was struggling to roll up her oversized hospital gown, and their eyes met in the rearview mirror.

The heavy gloom that had been hanging over the place vanished at that moment.

Although the current situation is extremely absurd, at least she is still here.

And it's even become...quite cute.

"It's just a little miracle."

Steve chuckled and said, "These abilities come from a little shop called Gashapon House."

"Gashapon shop?"

Peggy, sitting in the back seat, finally straightened her clothes. She crossed her arms and tried to strike a pose of authority as the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D., even though her chubby little legs were still dangling in mid-air.

"Once this situation calms down, Steve, you must take me to see the shop owner."

Peggy ground her teeth, revealing her two small, still-developing canine teeth.

"I need to ask him carefully, isn't this medicine making me look too old?!"

……

Washington, D.C.

Nick Fury stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his fingers stroking the ring on his finger.

At this moment, a surveillance video was playing repeatedly on the monitor in front of him.

The footage was somewhat shaky, but it clearly recorded the entire process of the man in the tattered shirt forming hand seals, breathing fire, and toying with the elite S.H.I.E.L.D. team.

At the end of the scene, the man is seen holding a little girl who looks remarkably like a childhood version of Carter, as they jump off a building to escape.

Fury stared intently at the screen with his single eye, the veins at the corner of his eye throbbing.

Is this still Captain America?

This guy is clearly an arsonist wearing Stars and Stripes underwear!

"Sir, things are in complete chaos within SHIELD."

Agent Er stood to the side, his expression equally complex. "Secretary Pierce is frantically mobilizing resources to hunt down the Captain, because the Captain attacked a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and appears to have been mind-controlled, making him extremely dangerous."

"Mind control?"

Fury sneered and glanced at the ring, which looked exceptionally green in the sunlight.

"I think the danger isn't Steve, but the evil in some people's hearts."

Fury turned around, his single eye flashing with an unprecedented glint.

However, what concerned him even more was Li Ang's gashapon shop.

Two mysterious figures have appeared in Hell's Kitchen. One has transformed into a biological weapon, and the other wields a lightsaber. They are undoubtedly people who frequented the over-the-top shops.

This practice of granting abilities to others is highly illegal!

The world right now is practically a giant reality show stage for that bastard Li Ang!

"OMG Fuck..."

Fury took a deep breath to calm himself, but finally managed to squeeze out a curse through gritted teeth.

"If this continues, should I rename my envisioned Avengers to the Leon Lee Avengers?"

He glanced at Hill. "Let's go."

"Where to, sir?"

"Come upstairs with me and see if Pierce has a toilet flush button on his head."