Whether there was some hidden hand behind it, Chang Wei did not know. In any case, he did not consider himself one.
Meanwhile, the sky was crystal clear. Sunlight pierced the clouds with gentle yet unwavering resolve, spilling across the cold metallic surface of the S.H.I.E.L.D. base and reflecting dazzling patches of silver light.
Beneath that radiance, "Welcome home, Captain Steve Rogers."
Agent Coulson's voice carried a faint, imperceptible tremor as his gaze remained fixed on the enormous block of ice being slowly unloaded from a specially modified refrigerated transport vehicle.
The ice was like a prison of time, preserving the hero in his heart—the legendary figure who had crossed eras and inspired countless people.
In truth, it was not just Coulson. The figure within that block of ice had long transcended the concept of an individual hero, becoming an undying beacon in the hearts of countless people.
His story had been passed down from generation to generation like a sweeping epic, while his spirit had become an invisible monument, forever illuminating those who stood firm in justice and faith.
Captain America—Steve Rogers—the hero who had been frozen in the Arctic for seventy years after a plane crash, had finally been recovered from that place of despair and glory where he had fallen, as though gently brushed free from the dust of history and restored to brilliance.
And all of this was a crucial step in Director Nick Fury's carefully laid plans to form the Avengers.
It could be said that without Captain America, building the Avengers would be extraordinarily difficult.
After all, assembling a team of heroes was no easy task.
Just imagine it: every member possessed extraordinary abilities and a distinct personality. Among them, who would willingly submit to another?
And who would be willing to easily follow