I'm working on Marvel's Spider-Man in American comics.

Chapter 610 Kids, do you still remember the Ultimate Team?

On this ordinary day, Peter patrolled New York as usual. New York was unusually peaceful today, with only thefts and robberies occurring, and no particularly heinous cases were found.

Peter thus endured increasingly difficult times with friendly neighbors, and then he encountered people who seemed to need help—Ms. Marvel Carol and War Machine Rhodes, two superheroes who seemed to be looking for something and were wandering around aimlessly.

"Hey friends, it looks like you need a guide."

Peter slowly descended upside down. The two people who heard Spider-Man's voice were talking and were almost startled, but luckily they reacted in time.

Colonel Rhodes immediately picked up where Peter left off: "Yes, we're looking for someone, or more precisely, we're looking for an address... but it seems like none of us really know where this place is."

"Maybe I can help."

"I don't have much hope, anyway, we don't have any other options."

As Rhodes spoke, he handed a note to Peter. He didn't have high hopes, but Peter glanced at it and knew which apartment building in Harlem it was. He immediately took out his phone and marked it on the map.

Carol and Rhodey were genuinely surprised to get the answer, then watched Spider-Man leave. Carol, somewhat bewildered, watched Spider-Man's retreating figure: "Why do I get the feeling that Spider-Man is frighteningly familiar with New York?"

“That’s normal, after all, New York can be considered his territory.” Rhodes said, looking at the map that was synced to his phone, and added, “Besides, he’s fought too many battles here, so he can’t gain an advantage without doing a good job of intelligence.”

Carol sighed. She had been in charge of this so-called ultimate team for several months since the American Avengers disbanded.

The progress over the past few months has been largely futile. Losing AIM meant losing technological support, which was fatal for them, especially since they hadn't even recruited enough players.

The bigger reason is that they simply couldn't gather enough suitable members.

“If you were willing to bring Ares in, we would probably have already set up shop and wouldn’t need to go through all this trouble now.”

Rhodes couldn't help but complain. After the American Avengers were forcibly controlled, Ares, who wasn't controlled by AIM but still betrayed them, became a point of contention. On one hand, Ares had indeed betrayed them, but on the other hand, he was a genuine god and was willing to help.

If the Ultimate Team truly intends to gain a foothold in this era of an explosion of superpowered individuals, then a "god" is probably inevitable.

But Carol really didn't want this guy.

Strictly speaking, Carol didn't want to form the Ultimate Team. She thought the Avengers were disbanding and she could join them. But the president's words put her in this position. And she couldn't even decide on the team's name; she absolutely hated the name "Ultimate Team."

“We’ve talked about this many times, Rhodes, if we weren’t completely without options.” “I know, I know, but we still need to think about it. You see, I’m comparable to Tony, so Ares can be comparable to Thor—mainly because Hercules has absolutely no intention of cooperating with us, otherwise we wouldn’t have chosen Ares, would we?”

"We are not selecting players to be like the Avengers."

"Then what are we doing here?"

Rhodes's words were so convincing that Carol was speechless. Indeed, they had come to Harlem today for a superhero, hoping to persuade him to join the Ultimate Team. And this was the best candidate Carol could find in the short term.

Following the information on the note, the two arrived at the door of an apartment building. Carol knocked on the door, and a boy of about six or seven years old opened it. Carol smiled and said to the boy, "Hello, do you live here, Isaiah Bradley?"

The little boy called out "Grandpa" as he entered the room. Then Carroll and Rod saw an incredibly strong, muscular black man with graying hair and cloudy, lifeless eyes.

And that's the person they're looking for.

“Hello, Mr. Bradley…”

“I know you. I’ve seen you on TV, back when you were the Avengers.” Isaiah Bradley shook his head, clearly aware of their purpose. He naturally expressed his refusal: “You want a Captain America or something similar in your team. You’ve come to me, but unfortunately, I won’t agree.”

Isaiah Bradley, a victim of the Super Soldier Serum, was one of the 300 soldiers who were injected with the serum. As the Vietnam War drew to a close, in an attempt to reverse the course of the war, the Pentagon decided to skip some steps and conduct human experiments on the reconstituted Super Soldier Serum. Only one person survived: Isaiah Bradley.

However, the emergence of a new super soldier did not reverse the course of the Vietnam War, and a black super soldier did not seem to be what the Pentagon and the White House wanted. Soon, Isaiah Bradley was sentenced to 15 years in prison for "stealing Captain America's uniform"—interestingly, the uniform was given to him by people at the Pentagon who hoped he would become the next Captain America.

“Mr. Bradley, I know what you’ve been through, which is why I’ve come to you. President Ellis is willing to admit his mistakes, and he hopes that you can stand up and tell the whole story about what happened to the military and the government back then, and publicly clear your name.”

Carol set a condition: Did they need a super soldier? Perhaps they did, perhaps they didn't, but all things considered, Isaiah Bradley was indeed the most suitable candidate Carol and her team could find at the moment.

She handed him a design sketch, which was the White House's new battle suit designed for him. He would join the ultimate team as a Patriot.

A Vietnam War veteran, a victim of experiments, and a persecuted Black soldier, this Black Captain America, who is just over 60, has so much to offer that President Ellis considered a treasure trove.

The other person simply remained silent and pondered, until finally, they looked up at Carol.

"Tell me all your demands, and let me hear the president's sincerity."

(End of this chapter)