Adam was completely dumbfounded.
As he was sent flying in turns by more than sixty shields, it was not that he could not dodge. He was simply wondering where all those shields had come from.
And without using a special ability to rewind the timeline, Adam's conclusion was that Captain America in this universe was actually a centipede?
Adam landed amid a pile of Penguins, still pondering the question. But the force charging across the ice quickly answered it. The good news was that Captain America in this universe was not a centipede. The bad news was that there were over sixty Captain Americas holding shields, and Adam could not beat a single one of them.
Failing to beat one Captain America was no big deal. At worst, the rules of the universe forced them into a fifty-fifty match. But when there were more than sixty Captain Americas, the nature of the matter changed.
What happened next could probably be described with one saying—there were big bumps and small bumps on his head, every last one knocked there by others, every last one self-inflicted.
After fighting more than sixty Captain Americas amid the Penguins for half the day, Adam realized that he had not lost to Captain America. He had lost to the part of himself that refused to give up.
The facts proved that fifty-fifty Captain America was the cure for every fancy trick. Losing was difficult, but winning was even more impossible.
After throwing punches and kicks at thin air for a while, Adam finally lost patience. He did not even leave those Captain Americas a single word before teleporting straight back to New York.
Some might ask why Adam did not just leave Earth. All one could say was, what rookie programmer had never dreamed of stepping