The white clouds are long and the blue sky is endless.
SHIELD building, in a room by the window on a certain floor.
A gentle breeze came in through the open window, blowing the white curtains and causing the carnations in the vase on the table to sway, sending the floral fragrance to every corner of the room.
On the large bed, a strong man was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed.
A large number of wires were attached to the man's forehead, temples, etc., and the other ends of the wires were connected to various instruments, filling the bedside table.
"All indicators are normal, do I need to wake up?" a man in a white coat asked.
"It's time to test your technical skills. Wake up! Winter Soldier, I'll leave this to you!"
After finishing speaking, a group of people removed the instruments and wires and exited the room together, leaving only another soldier wearing a combat uniform with a metal arm on his left arm.
The Winter Soldier picked up an injection and injected it into Captain America on the bed.
After a moment, Captain America's eyelids moved, and he slowly opened his eyes. What came into view was the warm smile of his friend Bucky.
"Hey Steve, did you sleep well?"
Steve reached out and rubbed his still dazed head, then waved and said hello: "Hi, Bucky, is the war over?"
"It's over a long time ago. We were defeated, but the lurking plan was successful. Congratulations, Steve, you have become an idol for young people across the United States."
"What?" Steve was startled and thought about it carefully, but he only felt a headache.
"Hiss..." He put his hand on his forehead and groaned: "My head... hurts so much!"
The Hydras monitoring this place became nervous, ready to rush in and start a fight at any time. And Bucky looked at him nervously, ready to subdue him at any time.
"It may be that you have been sleeping for too long and have some drug reactions. Don't resist him. Just lie down and rest for a while. You will be fine soon." Bucky reassured.
"Really?" Steve lay down on the bed, emptying his head, thinking about nothing, and sure enough, the pain disappeared.
Bucky took a deep breath and said, "Steve, something went wrong with your plan. You fell into an iceberg and were comatose for seventy years."
"What?" Steve was startled and immediately turned over and sat up again.
He looked Bucky up and down and realized something was wrong.
"Bucky, what happened to your arm?"
"I lost it during the battle. But now the technology is very powerful, and the metal arm I replaced is even more powerful."
Bucky stretched out his left hand and shook it several times, proving to Steve that losing an arm did not affect his life.
Steve breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly thought of Peggy Carter.
"Oops, I promised Paige..."
"Well... Regarding this, Ms. Carter has been married a long time ago, and her grandchildren are already very old. Do you want to go over and see her?"
"Uh..." Steve's expression changed rapidly, and finally he sighed and said, "Let's forget it, I don't want to disturb her life anymore."
Bucky sat on the edge of the bed, patted Steve's shoulder with great understanding, and comforted: "Don't be sad, good brother, I will always be by your side!"
Steve reached out his hand and fist-checked with Bucky, "Thanks, brother, I'm not that fragile!"
"Haha, I think so too. Then get up, let's find a place to have a few drinks and introduce some new comrades to you."
Steve jumped up and walked out arm-in-arm with Bucky.
The monitors let out a sigh of relief and cheered in celebration.
"marvelous!"
"Captain America is ours!"
"Strike's hypnosis skills are really amazing!"
"Long live Hydra!"
In the world seventy years later, everything is very strange to Steve.
While Bucky was introducing the current international situation, he led Steve to the small bar on the other side of the building and found a place to sit down.
When Captain America walked in, a group of people raised their glasses and cheered.
Bucky greeted the group of people familiarly while introducing Steve.
"This is Crossbones Brock Rumlow, a fighting master... This is Agent Sitwell, responsible for recruitment within Hydra..."
After Steve heard the name of Hydra, his brows wrinkled involuntarily, and he felt a headache again. But Bucky didn't give him time to think carefully, but introduced it all the way.
As the name "Hydra" appeared more and more times, he became more and more familiar with the name, and his headaches became less and less severe.
After everyone was introduced, everyone began to gather together to drink.
After a few glasses of wine, a group of men became familiar and good friends.
When everyone was drinking heavily, Bucky put his arm around Steve's shoulders and briefly told him what had happened over the years.
"After you disappeared, the organization used public opinion to portray you as a hero who resisted terrorism. Now the title of Captain America has gone down in history."
"We lost the battle, so Hydra's name cannot be mentioned publicly. Now, our Hydra has infiltrated into SHIELD. From the director to the members, most of the people are our own."
"However, there are still many people who are not on the same side as us. For example, those people led by Nick Fury are very hostile to our Hydra. You must not let them know your true identity."
"Even within Hydra, they are not monolithic. Although they are all within S.H.I.E.L.D., everyone's interests are not aligned with each other and they often conflict. For example, Dr. Zola's side is another Hydra."
Steve was a little dizzy at first, but gradually, he felt that everything was normal.
"Then should I hide my identity now?" he asked hesitantly.
"No, of course not, we need your power now."
Bucky hugged Steve, walked to the window, pointed to the large tall buildings in the distance and the busy crowds, and said: "Do what you do best and gather people's hearts. The American people are in confusion now. They need HYDRA's guidance."
"Are you referring to stage performances? You should know that I'm not good at these." Steve said with an embarrassed expression.
Bucky smiled and patted Steve on the back, encouraging him:
"It doesn't matter. Everything has become very professional now. There is a dedicated team to prepare everything for you. You just need to memorize the script and give a speech, and that's it."
"You have to believe in yourself, Steve, you can do it!"
"All for Hydra!"
Steve had no choice but to nod in agreement, "Okay, I get it!"
"Long live Hydra!" Bucky shouted.
Steve hesitated for a moment and heard everyone behind him shouting, so he had no choice but to raise his glass and shout: "Long live Hydra!"
