The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 550 Covered with bruises
Steve opened his eyes and jerked upright. Judging from his terrified eyes and heavy gasps for air, he must have had a nightmare.

Steve covered his head and after a brief thought, he remembered what he was experiencing before he fainted. He jumped up from the ground, half-crouched and kept alert to his surroundings while pressing the button on his gauntlet to call for the shield.

"Whoosh!"

After a sound of breaking air, the shield successfully returned to his hand. Only then did he see the surrounding environment clearly. He was now in a room that looked like a dormitory. The entire room was probably less than ten square meters.

At this moment, he was squatting on a single bed. The white sheets were covered with a thin layer of dust because they had not been used for a long time, but it did not affect the use. However, the clear shoe prints on them looked awkward no matter how you looked at them.

Steve compared the stains on his feet with the stains on his boots. Sure enough, he had stepped on them. After a silence of less than a second, he obediently got off the bed and began to observe his surroundings.

"It looks like a teenager's room," Steve commented, but he wasn't sure because he had seen some of the plastic figures in the homes of several friends.

After a brief search, Steve didn't find anything useful, so he walked quietly to the door. There was no door handle on the door, only two buttons embedded in the wall next to it, one red and one green. Obviously, one of them should be the button to open the door.

According to the thinking of an earthling, Steve hesitated for a long time and finally pressed the green button. Unexpectedly, the door really opened. He quietly stuck his head out and saw a burly figure not far away.

He was so familiar with that figure, it was none other than a member of the Tiangong Association who had supported them before, a plumber agent codenamed Puba. He could not mistake the black and white uniform and unique skin color.

But for safety reasons, Steve did not rush to say hello. He walked lightly and approached Puba at a steady speed. When Steve was less than five meters away from him, Puba spoke.

"Awake? How was your sleep?"

Steve's body stiffened, and he unconsciously clenched his fists. For a moment he didn't know how to answer the other party.

Puba was sitting on a swivel chair at this time, but the size of the swivel chair did not match his reminder at all, making people wonder if the chair would fall apart in the next second.

A slight creaking sound was heard. It turned out that Puba turned the chair and looked sideways at Steve behind him, revealing the scene that was hidden by his strong body.

Behind Puba there was a long oval table, which looked like a dining table or something, but there was no delicious food on it, but a person on it. He recognized that person and it was his good teammate Clint.

At this time, Clint was lying face up on the dining table, his shirt stripped off, revealing his lean body covered with many scars, including burns, knife wounds, gunshot wounds, etc. It was simply an encyclopedia of injuries.

The sunglasses he had been wearing were gone, revealing the wound that Clint had always wanted to hide. Under his forehead were a pair of black eye sockets, and his eyeballs and eyelids had disappeared without a trace.

Steve became anxious when he saw his teammates like this. He was about to speak when Puba on the side took the lead and stopped him from talking.

"It's hard for me to imagine how this man got himself into this state. He has fifty-three injuries on his body, large and small. If the injuries to his eyes were more serious, he might have lost his life."

"But he has four such serious injuries. Captain, I really want to know what happened here after we left." Steve didn't answer Puff's question, but instead asked his own question: "Can you heal him?"

"The eyes are impossible," Puba replied, crossing his arms. "His eyeballs are gone. I can't get him to regenerate a new one, but if I find a suitable one, I can find a way to transplant it."

Because of Puba's ability, while mastering a vast amount of chemical knowledge, he also mastered various physiological knowledge, so Puba is also one of the few Omnitrix who can act as a nanny.

Relying on his incredible ability to synthesize compounds, Puba can cure most injuries, but Clint's injury has dragged on for too long. If Puba still had the confidence to cure it when he was just injured, it is impossible now.

"As long as there's hope," Steve breathed a sigh of relief. "Honestly, there's no way the Earth can cure him right now."

"I can tell." Puba placed his hands on a nearby chair and gave it a strong push, sending it towards Steve. "Otherwise, it wouldn't have taken this long."

Steve stopped the chair with his foot, sat on it and was about to speak again, but was interrupted by Puba again.

"If you're asking about the clone soldiers, they've all been taken care of." Puba picked up a can of drink from the side and threw it to Steve.

"When I came back, I saw a bunch of dense things entering my house. I originally wanted to release poisonous gas from the beginning, but luckily I noticed you and only released a hypnotic gas."

So this was the pleasant smell he smelled at that time. Steve nodded in understanding.

"Later, I studied them further and discovered that they were cloned organisms. I then mixed a gas specifically for this type of organism. This gas can cause the genetics of such organisms to collapse, and anyone who comes into contact with it will surely die."

"That's great!" Steve stood up excitedly after hearing what Puba said. The latter's casual words made this man who remained calm even when faced with a catastrophe tremble all over.

"Can you tell us the formula? We really need this! Please!"

"It looks like you've run into a lot of trouble, Captain." Puba frowned and scratched his head. In fact, he had checked not only Hawkeye's body, but also the bodies of several other people. They all had quite a few old injuries.

Judging from the degree of healing of the wounds and the scars, the oldest injury should be Clint's eye, which was injured about a year ago, and no more than two years ago.

According to the time calculation, it should be after he left, but we have to consider that the time in the parallel universe is not completely equal, so Puba dare not guarantee it.

"It's a long story." Steve smiled bitterly, then sat back in his chair as if exhausted, and began to slowly recount what happened after they left.

(End of this chapter)