Marvel Reverses Wolverine

James came to the institute today to inspect the newly researched transistor.

Five or six years ago, at his request, the Howlett Institute of Advanced Technology completed the first-generation tube digital machine, which had just broken through the technical difficulties of transistors in the past two days.

As the car drove through the street behind the institute, James saw this skinny and short child, constantly pushing against several taller boys, fighting hard against each other.

He asked the driver to park aside and watched the development of this "battle" with interest.

With his eyesight, he could tell at a glance that this thin, blond, white boy was born with a very poor physique. It was conservatively estimated that he would have two or three symptoms of physical dysplasia.

Such children often dare not fight with others, especially on the physical level, but James can't see a trace of cowardice or retreat in him. This child's aura is as if he is the strong one, and he doesn't care about the defeats in fists and feet.

This reminded him of his former self, and this similarity made James suddenly realize, arousing the fragments in his mind that had long been blurred.

Steve Rogers stuttered and thanked him. He seriously refused and thanked the strange man for his kindness, but his refusal had no effect. The man picked him up and threw him into the car, and bought a lot of things along the way. Food and daily necessities.

"Steve Rogers. Steve."

James seemed to think the name was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

"This is a very common name, Mr. Howlett, um, a very typical American name." Steve said to James with understanding. He looked out the window and signaled that he had arrived.

"Mr. Howlett, please come to your house with this gentleman for a cup of coffee."

Steve Rogers politely invited James and the driver in uniform and gloves.

James looked at this typical lower-middle-class American single-family house and nodded. The driver just smiled at Steve and had no intention of coming in.

The house is indeed not big, and the furniture and decoration are old. The tables, chairs, and sofas are all mottled and damaged. Apart from a radio, there are no valuable items, but it is very clean and tidy, and it looks quite comfortable. .

Steve put down the two large bags of food he was carrying, quickly opened the cupboard, took out the coffee pot and started boiling it. While the coffee was brewing, he took out the ingredients in the bag and chopped carrots and onions.

"If you don't mind, please have dinner together. With your generosity, I'll make some food. I've almost learned my mother's signature beef stew."

James sniffed. He smelled something bad deep in the room, and then said to Steve, "Can I visit your mother?"

Steve looked hesitant. He put down the knife, washed the handle, and said sheepishly: "Mom has lung disease, which is contagious. She contracted it while working in a tuberculosis hospital. You'd better not let her go."

"It doesn't matter, I have antibodies, so I'm not afraid of these." James smiled.

Steve took out two thick cotton masks and handed the new one to James. James hesitated but did not refuse. He didn't want to put pressure on the mother and son.

"Mom, this is Mr. Bruce Howlett. He sent me back today. This is my mother, Sarah."

It can be seen that Steve Rogers' mother must have been a gentle and beautiful woman when she was young. Her light blond hair has lost its luster, her cheeks are sunken, and her breathing is not smooth.

"Steve, how can I let guests come in to see me? I'm sorry, Mr. Howlett, my situation is not very good. Please leave this room quickly."

"It's okay, madam." James waved his hand and continued: "I am also a doctor, can I help you take a look."

He walked to Mrs. Rogers' bedside and put his fingers on her wrist.

After a while, he and Steve returned to the living room. Steve, who was the same age and looked serious, said: "Your mother's condition is very bad. She needs to go to the hospital immediately for the best treatment, otherwise."

James shook his head and looked at Steve with a struggling expression.

"We, we have no way to go to the hospital. My mother has been raising me on her own. In the past few years, in order to make her life better, she took a part-time job in a tuberculosis hospital and contracted the disease."

James didn't respond. He just walked out of the room and waved to the driver who was waiting outside. The driver came forward neatly, listened to a few instructions, and left quickly.

Before the meal was ready, a medical care vehicle from outside the community drove in and stopped at the door of Steve's house. Several doctors in white clothes came up with stretchers.

Steve Rogers watched in panic as several nurses placed his mother gently and properly on the stretcher, while Mr. Howlett comforted and explained something to her.

Mrs. Rogers waved to little Steve, called to her side to give some instructions, and was carried into the car by the medical staff.

"I know you're confused, just think I'm being a little pretentious. I see the shadow of a good friend of mine in you. He has been away for many years."

James didn't wait for the young man to ask, and just kept talking to himself. To him, this was just a casual help. People who live a long life, more or less, value fate.

"Steve! Steve! What's wrong with Aunt Sarah!"

A wiry black-haired boy ran over. Seeing the ambulance driving away in front of the house, he asked little Steve eagerly.

"It's okay, Bucky. Mom needs to go to the hospital for treatment. This gentleman helped."

The boy named Bucky seemed to have an instinctive habit of protecting Steve. He looked at James with a mature and vigilant eye.

James smiled, lowered his head to Steve and finally said: "Have dinner with your friends, go to the hospital to see your mother tomorrow, and then come to see me at Howlett Manor in East Egg, Long Island."

The black stretch car caused many community residents to stand and watch, watching it slowly drive out of this overly simple and cheap community.

".The supreme and mighty King of the Nine Realms, God-King Odin, repelled the Frost Giants from Jotunheim and protected the human world. From then on, the world praised the God-King and the Asgardian gods. Glorious achievements"

John Schmidt looked through the thick ancient book with a somewhat decayed material. It recorded the story of Odin, the god-king in Norse mythology, coming to the world and repelling the frost giants, and the treasures he left behind with infinite power and energy. He came to the world and hid himself.

Schmidt has climbed up the ranks of the Deutsche Institute very quickly over the years. He is a typical careerist, not a good scientist, and has even turned his pursuit of power into a myth. In John Schmidt's heart, Strength is powerful.

After the new Prime Minister Adolf Hitler came to power in this country, there seemed to be an inexplicable wave of fanaticism. German nationalism was promoted to the extreme, and the German people spontaneously developed an extreme sense of superiority for the most perfect race in the world.

Germany's defeat in the world war, the depression and increasingly miserable days of the Great Depression, intensified the hostility of the country and nation.

Schmidt watched the institute's frantic research over the past few years on new weapons, such as tanks, artificial exoskeleton equipment, and biochemical organisms and other powerful extermination weapons, which aroused his extreme desire to control power.

"Researcher Schmidt, you don't take these myths and legends seriously."

Mr. Ernst Kaufmann, the director of the German National Weapons Research and Development Department, saw John Schmidt studying in the office and couldn't help but said with a sarcastic tone.

Schmidt closed the book quietly, coughed twice, and corrected: "It's the deputy director, Mr. Kaufman, and if it is assumed that it does not exist just because there is no discovery, then the world should return to Primitive society."

John Schmidt did not intend to show weakness in front of his immediate boss. Schmidt, who was more politically sensitive, expected that Director Kaufman, who could not figure out his side, would not be able to work for long.

"I hope that as deputy director, you can focus on the practical business of weapons research and development, instead of going to work-"

Kaufman looked at the cover of the book again, which had "Norse Mythology" written in ancient script. He snorted and ignored it.

On the other side, Dr. Abraham Erskine, Schmidt's alumnus and former colleague, is participating in a science and technology seminar summit in Geneva, Switzerland.

"Can I take a moment of your time, Dr. Erskine?"

A tall man with dark hair and a mustache came forward. He stretched out his hand and said, "Howard Stark, from Stark Industries, the most outstanding company in applied technology in the United States."

"As far as I know, the most cutting-edge research institution in the United States should be the Howlett Institute."

Dr. Erskine had a warm face and shook hands with Howard Stark in a joking tone.

Stark laughed and said with a bit of arrogance: "Howlett Group came to talk to me and hopes to acquire Stark Industries. They are very powerful and the price is ridiculously high, but I don't want to just become a researcher in them. For one, I have a lot of faith in Stark Industries."

Dr. Erskine thinks that Mr. Stark is a very interesting person, very free and easy, even loose, without the strong purpose of a businessman, and more energetic than many researchers.

"Dr. Erskine, I have read your paper this year on the feasibility of extreme evolution of the human body. I have also done some research on the energy rays mentioned in it as experimental aids."

Howard Stark and Dr. Erskine started chatting together, and the two actually had research overlap. This made Dr. Erskine very happy. His serum research has already taken a certain shape, but currently Germany’s The situation makes Dr. Erskine even more worried.

From June 30 to July 2, 1934, Adolf Hitler, who served as Chancellor of Germany, used the butcher knife to further control the country and the army and eliminate dissident and unstable forces.

Johann Schmidt and Heinrich Himmler killed Ernst Kaufmann that night.

Schmidt took over the weapons research and development department with full authority. Using the mythical Hydra as a symbol, he raised a banner to the outside world and recruited Dr. Arnim Zola to develop soldier exoskeleton auxiliary armor and new weapons and equipment.

In 1935, the German head of state signed the "Anti-Semitic Act" and launched a nationwide search for Jews. Schmidt acted quickly and captured Dr. Erskine's family on the run at the border between Germany and Switzerland.

In order to force Dr. Erskine to complete the serum research on the extreme evolution of the human body as soon as possible, Schmidt put Erskine's family into the notorious Dachau concentration camp.

Steve Rogers rode a bicycle for more than an hour from Brooklyn to East Egg, Long Island. It was killing him.

Steve pushed the cart through the carved iron gate and entered Howlett Manor, still doubting whether it was a private residence or an exquisite art garden. Various sculptures and gardens of different styles and obviously exotic colors were scattered around. But they are arranged in a certain composition.

There are rows of huge old thorn bushes growing on the grass, strong and gnarled, as big as oak trees. Farther away is a high-rise observation deck with panoramic views of Long Island, as well as lakes and streams surrounding the entire estate.

Steve stammered and explained to the elegant attendant who led him into the living room, saying that he was not a young master. He felt even more uncomfortable when he saw the exquisite refreshments, iced tea, coffee and juice served by the attendant for him to choose from. .

"Coming."

James walked downstairs and greeted Steve. The young man was a lot more reserved with Mr. Howlett because of the shocking sight of the manor, and he stood up to say hello uncomfortably.

"You should have gone to see your mother. You can just be hospitalized for treatment. I see that your body is not in good shape. I asked you to come over today and teach you some simple exercise methods. You can practice more when you have nothing to do in the future. It will be good for your body."

James made a gesture, and two waiters came forward and moved the snacks and drinks served to Steve to a small courtyard next to the living room. Steve followed him ignorantly, looking at it strangely. Mr. Howlett made a horse-riding gesture.

With James's current level of cultivation, especially after he condensed his whole body's spiritual energy and blood and studied his body as if it were an experimental tool, his general training methods for regulating the body and improving his physique have long been improved to an unimaginable level.

He taught Steve several step-by-step movements, matching the different breathing rhythms and methods of each movement. He also told him what postures to put in when sleeping, how the body breathes differently from the chest and lungs, and how to imagine some things in his mind. Intentions and images and so on.

Steve's physical condition was indeed very poor. When James guided his movements, he intentionally released some energy and walked around inside his body. It was really no better than his previous life.

But this half-teen-year-old child does have some understanding, and he can master the essentials of movement and breathing very quickly. This can't help but make James feel more comfortable, and he feels more and more that he overlaps with his former self.

"Okay, that's basically it. You go back and practice three times every morning and night. Remember this sleeping posture and breathing rhythm. One day, you will find that you can make your spine ripple and your skin will automatically stand up with goosebumps. Even if you practice Once you get home, your health will be much better in the future.”

James showed Steve the skin on the back of his hands, which was so shiny that the pores were hard to see, and suddenly there were dense pimples the size of sesame seeds.

"Mr. Howlett, I don't know. I don't know how to thank you. When my mother gets better, can you please go and eat the beef stew she made? She specially asked me this morning."

Steve asked nervously, rubbing his toes slightly on the ground.

"We will meet if I have a chance. Exercise hard, little Steve. Remember, you can't back down, but it must be worth it."

James finally mentioned leaving Steve for dinner, and the young man planned to go back early, make some food, and send it to his mother tomorrow.

He didn't do much to hold her back. This episode was just a whim of his own. It had been more than a hundred years since he had lived two lives, and the deepest memories were almost illusory.

The fateful encounter with this boy should end here.

puff!

At night, in James's study, Asazo teleported.

James looked at the thick sealed book without raising his head and asked calmly: "Is there any news?"

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