Marvel’s Superman

Brooklyn, 1943.

A thick haze loomed over every corner of the city, and the occasional sharp anti-aircraft siren cut across the dark sky.

In the world at this time, the Axis powers headed by the German Third Reich and the anti-Fascist (xi) allied countries are at war with each other.

On the radio and in the newspapers, every day is filled with news of war casualties and the international situation.

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

The fire of war is everywhere, and the smoke of gunpowder is everywhere.

No one knows hope or destruction, which will come first.

In Luke's words, it all sucks!

"It would be great if I could travel decades later! Go to Hollywood to write a few scripts, make a few movies, get a few golden statuettes, and at the worst, I can get financial freedom by copying best-selling books. Enjoy the corrupt life of capitalism."

On the corner of the street, in an empty tavern.

Luke held his head in his hands and put his legs on the table, sighing regretfully.

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

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

The Allies decided to open a second battlefield in Europe, in order to defeat the German Nazis 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 leaving the Waldorf Astoria 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 the corner of his mouth.

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

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 it all!

The starting point of the timeline before all the big events have happened!

This is both good news and bad news.

The good news is that Luke probably won't be able to see Thanos snap his fingers until he dies.

The bad news is that he can't even get novice village chief Coulson or Spider-Man in Queens.

Not to mention the Avengers in the back, even Nick Fury doesn't know where he is now, and it's completely impossible to make the "Strategy (fan fiction)" that Luke read in his previous life work.

Generally speaking, you shouldn't live in Hell's Kitchen and then be wooed by S.H.I.E.L.D.

So get to know a middle-aged agent whose hairline is in jeopardy, or meet a Spider-Man baby, do you have experience with the group along the way?

If you are lucky and bring your own plug-in, maybe there will be a black widow coming to the door to perform seduction.

"I'm obviously here from Emperor Ou."

Luke never expected that his start turned out to be the United States in the context of World War II.

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

"It hurts to think about it."

Luke covered his face with the newspaper to relieve his depressed mood.

He has been in this world for almost five or six years, and he has long accepted the new identity of "Luke Cavill".

He also accepted that his family was an Irish immigrant, his father died of a gang vendetta, his mother died of tuberculosis, and he was an orphan without a sister.

Today, the only person around Luke who can be regarded as a relative is the uncle who often "painted houses" when he was young.

Brush the house.

This is a black word.

Luke's uncle, not the craftsman who painted the house - a phrase used to refer to murder.

Because when dealing with certain troubles, it is difficult not to splatter blood on the wall, so gangsters are used to "painting the house" to describe doing dirty work.

Luke's uncle was one such guy who did the 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 "paint houses" for the gang.

Because of his decisive actions and clean hands, he has never left any extra clues, and has always been highly appreciated by high-level executives.

In the years when his parents died, Luke also relied on the help of his uncle to keep him from starving to death.

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

Thinking of the plug-ins that every traveler's predecessors must have, Luke is even more concerned.

first.

The reason why he crosses,

For a very silly reason.

Game Krypton Gold!

That's right, Luke at that time was addicted to a fighting game that used superheroes as a selling point.

And Krypton Gold is unrelenting, trying to use this simple and rude way to change the fate of his African Emirates.

One afternoon, he couldn't hold back for a while, and he bought a luxury gift package in the game - which included an SSS-level card Superman, and multiple choice templates for the Son of Krypton.

It can be said to be very cost-effective!

But the moment he opened the gift bag, Luke opened and closed his eyes and passed through.

Worst of all, it's not this.

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

It took five or six years to connect and go online and load the progress.

【99%】

Luke glanced at the progress bar in the consciousness space, with a look of anticipation on his face.

Over the years, he insisted on doing 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 deep squats every day, and actively basking in the sun, just to wait for the moment when the luxury package was opened.

Unfortunately, I don't know if it's too far from the next studio, the signal is not good, or other reasons.

The progress bar is always stagnant at the 99% node, no matter how unwilling to move forward one grid.

This gave Luke a headache.

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

Luke pouted, if he could get superhuman strength.

Then in this dangerous world, you can grow steadily.

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

After all, not so dark style.

"I'm longing for a plug-in..."

Just when Luke let out his inner cry, the door of the tavern was pushed open.

Ding dong!

The crisp bell rang.

"Luke! I've been looking for you for a long time!"

A young man in the brown uniform of an army soldier with a newspaper in his hand spoke up.

"I went to your house and found you weren't there, so I went to old Joseph's tavern! I knew you were here!"

The handsome, high-spirited young man pulled out a chair and sat opposite Luke.

"I'm helping old Joseph with the shop. He's sick. Bucky, did you have an order?"

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

The young man sitting across from him was the future Winter Soldier, Captain America's good friend, James Barnes.

"Bucky" was his nickname, and it could also be used as an affectionate title, something only close friends would call him.

"Of course! 107th Infantry! You should call me Sergeant James Barnes now! I'll be sailing for England tomorrow morning."

Bucky raised his chest and looked proud.

It was World War II, and Uncle Sam recruiting posters were everywhere in every state.

The high-spirited propaganda and pervasive TV speeches inspired the patriotism of a large number of young people.

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

"It's a pity I can't be with you."

Luke pretended to be disappointed.

He actually had no plans to join the army.

After a long journey, I ended up helping Uncle Sam fight German na (na), the spirit of internationalism is too touching.

The reason why I say this is just to maintain the personality.

In the current environment, joining the military is something most young people do.

"Someone's gotta stay and take care of Steve. He's always a nosy guy, it's really reassuring!"

Bucky patted his friend's shoulder comfortingly.

He and Luke had discussed behind-the-scenes, hoping to have someone on home soil.

It's a pity that Luke lost the beer competition to decide who could go to the military - well, he did it on purpose.

"Actually, it's not bad to think about it. All the men in New York have gone to serve in the army, and there are only 3.5 million women left in this city... Maybe I can have the opportunity to soothe some of them, their fragile and beautiful hearts."

Luke joked.

He and Bucky had known each other years earlier.

The other party and Steve Rogers are both friends of the original body.

"Steve doesn't think that way, he's a dead brain."

Bucky sighed.

He frowned at the thought of the uneasy little man.

The other party also wants to go to the battlefield just like himself.

However, he did not become the hardware standard of the military.

"When are we going to find Steve? He must be at that movie theater again."

Shaking off the sadness in his head, Bucky took out a few tickets from his pocket, and said cheerfully: "Tonight, I can go to the Tomorrow World Expo of Stark Industries! I've dated some pretty girls!"