I, Marvel's Equalizer, Hadn't Used Any Cheats

Where... is this place?

"Who are you?" The American soldier, who had survived World War II, was extremely wary of the unfamiliar environment before him, especially the strangely dressed group of black people. If it weren't for the obviously high-tech plants around him, Steve Rogers would probably have doubted whether he was still in modern society.

"That's the question I should be asking you, outsider."

"How did you find the entrance to Wakanda?"

The current High Priest of Wakanda, Zuri the awakened Rogers a question in return.

"Wakanda? What's that? Sorry, I don't know. My name is Steve Rogers, from the United States." The American soldier, noticing the bandages on his body, extended a friendly gesture to the group of black men in front of him.

He needs to talk.

A friendly and well-intentioned conversation.

Although he didn't know exactly where Wakanda was, his injuries were undoubtedly treated by the group in front of him. Steve Rogers wasn't one to repay kindness with enmity; figuring out the situation was the priority right now.

"Wakanda is the name of the land beneath your feet, and it is also the name of my country."

"Captain America, Steve Rogers."

A cheerful voice came from behind Steve, and an elderly man in a suit wearing glasses appeared in front of Steve, accompanied by a group of people.

"My name is T'Chaka, the current King of Wakanda."

"I'm sorry for what happened to you."

"No one wanted to see S.H.I.E.L.D.. destroyed, but it happened so strangely." T'Chaka's eyes behind his glasses hadn't become cloudy with age, but his well-dressed figure still gave Steve a somewhat disconcerting feeling.

A sense of alienation from the surrounding environment.

"New York is in ruins, S.H.I.E.L.D.. is almost completely wiped out, Nick Fury is dead, and the people currently cleaning up the mess are former S.H.I.E.L.D.. senior agents Coulson and Hawkeye."

"I think you should know them."

The wise T'Chaka did not give Steve a chance to ask questions, but instead presented all the information he had to him in detail.

Governments around the world are on high alert due to the recurring disasters in New York City, and the near-annihilation of S.H.I.E.L.D.. has sounded an alarm for the United Nations Security Council.

As the King of Wakanda, although the country has always remained in seclusion, things have developed to this point, and as the current leader of Wakanda, T'Chaka has no choice but to go out and gather as much information as possible.

Upon their return, they found Captain America unconscious and covered in injuries at his doorstep in Wakanda.

"Give him the things."

Steve fell silent, T'Chaka did not. A young man in the ranks behind him stepped forward at Steve's call, carrying a shield that Steve recognized all too well.

His shield, the shield that once gave him boundless confidence.

"I apologize for making this decision without your consent, but I thought you would need this shield after you wake up, so I had it repaired with Vibranium."

Steve's eyes widened in surprise as he took the shield.

His shield was completely shattered in the inexplicable energy wave attack; how could it possibly be repaired?

"Wait, Vibranium?" Steve realized, catching a key word.

The current King of Wakanda smiled without saying a word, but the young man answered his question, "In Wakanda, Vibranium is not actually lacking."

The statement, though understated, is filled with the flavor of a collection of bewildering behaviors.

Vibranium? Not lacking?

"T'Challa, my son." The old king, dressed in a suit, introduced his son to Steve with kindness.

T'Challa, the next leader of Wakanda and the successor to the title of "Black Panther".

"Well, maybe I just need a little time to process and sort out this information." After being told the whole story, Steve Rogers rubbed his aching temples and put on the uniform that had been prepared for him by the Wakanda.

The Wakanda even repaired his tattered battle suit, which was very thoughtful of them.

But Steve found it unbelievable.

The destruction of S.H.I.E.L.D.. is unbelievable, the destruction of New York is unbelievable, and even more unbelievable is the existence of Wakanda.

Is there really such a technologically advanced country on the African continent?

As T'Challa, Steve crown prince of Wakanda, out of the medical room, he was filled with doubt and shock.

Everything he saw and heard along the way challenged his preconceived notions about African countries.

"My father said that if you want to leave here, you can leave now, and we won't stop you."

"However, there is one thing you need to know: as of now, we still don't know who is responsible for the destruction of S.H.I.E.L.D.."

"It could be dangerous for you to go out now."

"Although we're not close, I think it would be best for you to stay in Wakanda and recover from your injuries right now." T'Challa, an Oxford University graduate who knew a little about the legendary hero Captain America, cautiously offered his advice.

"Thank you, but there are some things that only I can do right now, so I have to leave." Steve gave the young Black man a friendly smile, then stood at the corner of the corridor and looked up at the azure sky.

He had to go back to New York and clean up the mess with the survivor Coulson Barton.

Given his reputation as Captain America, the cleanup work will face far less resistance.

"Okay, good luck."

T'Challa shrugged, preparing to leave with Steve, when suddenly an alarm sounded over Wakanda.

Loud, yet jarring.

"Someone has intruded!" T'Challa's expression changed drastically, and his smile vanished instantly.

A deep blue energy shield rose at a visible speed, and a figure that looked very familiar to Steve Rogers slowly floated above Wakanda.

With arms outstretched, he seemed to be a ruler surveying the world.

As the chanting of a church priest rang out, Loki, clad in Asgardian Armor, flipped his hands, unleashing powerful magical energy with ease. In the blink of an eye, a figure with the letter "S" engraved on its chest tore through the fragile defenses above Wakanda!

The leader of the Seven Gangsters of Justice— Superman Clark!

"Who are you?!" the Wakanda high priest demanded sharply, but his agile body was pierced through by Clark's Heat Vision in the next second, leaving him powerless to resist.

"From this moment forward, I will take over this country and this land."

"I am Loki, a god from Asgard."

"Now, kneel down before your gods."

Loki's figure landed slowly, with Clark, whose eyes were gray, floating behind him. Clark was the source of Loki's confidence in suppressing all reactionary forces.

"I said, kneel down!"

Seeing that the strangely dressed warriors around him showed no sign of putting down their weapons, Loki lowered his voice and roared angrily.

Sizzle!

As he finished speaking, his magical energy erupted!

"Loki!!!"

A furious rebuke, and a shield descending from the sky.

Captain America, clad in the Stars and Stripes, burst out from the crowd, swung his shield, and stomped his right foot on the ground. A manhole cover, perhaps made of Vibranium, instantly flew into his hand and stood upright in front of his chest.

The sudden turn of events left Loki wide-eyed.

Steve Rogers?!

What is he doing here?!

And another thing, it's one thing for your shield to be awesome, but how come you can block my magic by throwing a manhole cover?!

Bang!

The manhole cover was broken into pieces and fell to the ground.

The unharmed Marvel's chosen one, the famously unrecognizable 50/50 player Steve Rogers, slowly emerged from the billowing dust, extending one hand to catch the spinning shield.

His expression was very serious, and his eyes were very focused.

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