American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 71 Captain America Returns from Time Travel

"Eighty for the big hammer, forty for the small hammer..."

As the golden lightning weakened, Allen's aura also decreased, as the power contained within his armor was being exhausted.

However, Ares lay dying in the deep pit on the ground, barely breathing, and it was estimated that he would never be able to get up and fight again.

Finally, with the final blow, Allen collapsed to the ground, his last bit of strength released.

"Such an intense battle is too much for a mentally ill person like me."

The crisis from the God of War was successfully resolved.

After watching the battle for more than an hour, Thor and Diana had recovered considerably and went to check on the situation in the pit.

"My hammer!"

"My divine sword!"

The two showed no joy, but rather looked sorrowful.

Their divine artifacts fused together, making it worse than death.

In particular, Thor treats the Mjolnir like his own son, and when Allen picked up the hammer just now, he felt incredibly heartbroken.

The sword of Vulcan is a sacred object of the Amazons, and it was equipment that Zeus specially commissioned Vulcan to prepare for Diana, making it of great significance.

"Who cares about your stuff?"

Allen disdainfully raised the long-handled hammer, silently chanting "Disassemble" in his mind.

Instantly, the lightning and flames separated, restoring the two items to their original state.

The item was returned to its rightful owner.

Allen's armor was covered in spiderweb-like cracks.

In the blink of an eye, the entire suit of armor shattered like glass.

Despite supporting the fusion of three forces, the Sixth Metal was ultimately unable to control it. As if having completed its mission, the armor shattered into dust.

"My battle suit."

Seeing his meticulously crafted armor gone, Allen was so angry that he started tearing at his hair.

Snapped!Snapped!

Allen was furious. He walked up to Ares and slapped him hard across the face twice with the excess part of his crotch.

"I'm taking the prisoners back to the Council of Gods to report. We'll meet again on Earth when I have time."

Thor grabbed Ares, whose fate was unknown, and raised Mjolnir high.

The next second, the Rainbow Bridge descended and carried the two away.

With the matter resolved, Allen and Diana rushed back to the Allied-controlled area overnight.

After some twists and turns, they returned to the commando camp.

After losing Captain America Steve Rogers, the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D. decided to invite Diana to become the new captain.

Inside the meeting room.

Eyes were turned to the person in question, awaiting their consent.

"I'm fine."

After much deliberation, Diana chose to stay in human society, since Paradise Island was too isolated and not suitable for her growth.

I wholeheartedly agree.

Allen sat in the chair, raised his legs, and held up his hands.

"Nanawi also agrees."

Nanawi made the same gesture.

At this point, Carter asked a question: "What should we call it in public?"

"How's the Pokémon?" Allen asked, raising his hand.

Not very good.

Are you trying to make the Nazis laugh to death?

"I think Wonder Woman would be more suitable," Diana said thoughtfully.

"For every decision, fate has already secretly marked a price."

Allen pushed up his non-existent monocle over his right eye, deliberately adopting a mysterious expression.

As soon as the meeting ended, Allen quietly approached Diana.

"What's up?"

Diana raised an eyebrow at the hesitant Allen, unsure of what he was up to.

"Can I ask you for a favor?"

Allen turned his face away shyly, which to an unsuspecting person would look like a confession.

"Tell me," Diana said patiently.

"When I'm not around, could you please look after Nanawi? I think he's mentally unstable," Allen said, pointing to his head with a look of disgust.

"..."

You talk as if you're perfectly fine.

Diana readily agreed, "I can agree to that, but could you tell me why?"

"Don't ask, the answer is that I loved you," Allen said solemnly.

"Never mind, forget I asked."

Diana would rather go to the battlefield and kill the enemy than communicate with a mentally ill person.

Suddenly, Allen straightened his back, his expression unusually serious.

What?!

Diana frowned slightly, her eyes fixed on the scene, sensing that something was very wrong.

"Your Highness..."

Allen bowed deeply, saying, "Your subject takes his leave."

"This time I retire, and it will be for life."

"Your subject takes his leave."

Allen bent over and left the room.

When Diana realized what was happening, she chased after him outside, searching for his whereabouts.

"Are you crazy?!"

The lingering sound echoed in the corridor for a long time.

……

New York City.

As evening approached, the workers, looking hurried, were heading home after work.

At the end of a busy day, returning home to enjoy dinner prepared by one's wife and spending time with one's children makes the hard-working ordinary people feel that their hard work is worthwhile, and at the same time, they gain a sense of accomplishment.

Brooklyn neighborhood.

Inside a studio apartment.

At this moment, the door was pushed open from the outside.

A robust and muscular man walked in.

In the dimly lit room, a figure sat with his back to the sofa.

"Peggy, I'm home."

The man called out softly, and the figure trembled.

"I've returned from the future to fulfill our promise."

As he spoke, Steve walked up behind him and gently placed his hands on his shoulders.

That's right, the man is none other than Captain America, who was recently frozen in the Arctic Ocean.

"Don't speak, just kiss me."

"Allen!"

Steve withdrew his hands with a look of disgust, and looked at Allen, who was wearing a wig and Peggy Carter pajamas, and felt disgusted as if he had swallowed a fly.

Allen took off his wig and ripped off his pajamas, saying smugly, "Old Deng, I knew you'd come back. I deliberately stayed here to wait for you. Aren't you surprised? Aren't you happy?"

"What's so great about it?"

Steve casually pulled up a chair and sat down, saying, "In the future, any supervillain would wish they had two more legs when they see you."

"Ugh, I'm not as good as you say."

Allen's eyes widened suddenly, and he asked, "I didn't mess with any supervillains in Gotham. The last time I saw you, you called Batboy a sissy during a video call."

"I roughly understand your current time anchor location," Steve said knowingly.

His return is still a long way off; Allen isn't in a position where he can be easily manipulated as a supervillain right now.

Having traveled back in time, he did not wish to change the established history, so he did not contact S.H.I.E.L.D. first, but instead approached Carter immediately.

Based on his understanding of the plot, Allen guessed that Steve would definitely seek out his old flame first if he returned from the time travel, so he waited there in vain.

"Let me guess how you got back."

Allen asked with great interest, "Pym particles?"

"no."

"The Time Stone?"

"wrong."

"Time Management Bureau?"

"I don't know him."

"Have you joined the Lord of Time's organization?"

"Never even heard of it."

None of his guesses were correct, and Allen couldn't think of any way to time travel.

"It's a time machine built by Richards," Steve said proudly.

"Mr. Fantastic from Fantastic Four, how could I have forgotten the smartest person in the entire universe?"

Allen angrily tossed the Tesseract to Steve, saying haughtily, "Here, take this. I'm going home."

Before returning, Allen couldn't help but ask curiously, "I remember you played the Human Torch, don't you two look alike?"

"..."

Snapped!

A snap of the fingers.

Allen vanished into thin air.

Steve looked at the Tesseract in his hand, knowing full well that it was the vehicle for the Space Stone, and said with a wry smile, "They must not know how to use it, that's why they gave it to me."

He knew Allen's personality all too well.

Things that are useful are tucked away in the cracks between the buttocks and under the armpits, while things that are not useful are casually tossed to others.

Meow…

Suddenly, a cat's meow caught his attention.

A calico cat was scratching at the glass with its paw raised near the window.

"Sanhua!?"

Steve opened the window, picked up the cat, and carefully examined it. Confirming it was the calico cat from his memory, he muttered to himself in confusion, "Shouldn't you, this Flerken, be with Allen? Did you travel through time with him?"

puff!

The calico cat extended octopus-like tentacles from its mouth and spat out a glob of black liquid.

"Holy crap, a symbiote!"

Before Steve could react, the symbiote had already burrowed into his body.

In less than a second, the symbiote enveloped the entire body.

(End of this chapter)