The Adamantium Shield

Chapter 33: The Adamantium Shield

A day passed.

Steve, following the soldiers he had previously rescued, quickly assembled a sizable unit.

This was also thanks to his personal charisma, his strong sense of justice, and an affinity that made him seem naturally suited for the role of captain.

At noon, a helicopter landed at the training base. Fury, carrying a military duffel bag, disembarked. He looked around, slightly bewildered, still unaware why he'd been transferred from the front lines alone.

The front-line commander had merely informed him of an important deployment order, then hastily told him to pack his bag and get on the helicopter, sending him off like a duck to water.

"Fury, how have you been?"

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind him. Fury turned his head, and upon seeing the person, his jaw dropped. "K-Kyle?"

"Address me as 'Sir'," Kyle said, deliberately putting on a stern face and gesturing to the insignia on his chest.

"Yes, Second Lieutenant Kyle. You didn't transfer me here, did you?" Fury said irritably. He had known Kyle was promoted to Second Lieutenant back on the front lines, so he wasn't particularly surprised.

"What do you think? Besides me, who else would specifically use military authority to transfer you?" Kyle shrugged.

"Alright, tell me. What do you need me here for? It's not to join you on the battlefield, is it?" Fury's voice trembled slightly. Although their previous collaboration had earned him a promotion to Sergeant, he recalled that campaign as being far too insane.

Kyle didn't operate with the usual step-by-step, cautious approach. If he could confront something head-on, he wouldn't flinch. If he couldn't, he'd find another way to confront it. Calling him a war fanatic wouldn't be an exaggeration.

"It's not to go to the front lines," Kyle reassured him.

Fury was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but Kyle's next sentence nearly made him choke. "We're going behind enemy lines to attack German factory bases. Six of them."

"You're dragging me into this," Fury thought, feeling like he was going to vomit blood.

"This is me deliberately looking out for you, allowing your command talent to be showcased early," Kyle said with a devilish grin.

The future director of S.H.I.E.L.D. was a talent that shouldn't be wasted in the stalemate of the front-line battlefield.

The first basement level of the base.

The surrounding corridor walls were lit by dim yellow lights, divided into many research departments and basements. Numerous communicators, researchers, and officers were analyzing the situation on the front lines here.

Kyle led Fury deeper into the base. As soon as he stepped into the entrance of the Scientific Strategy Department, someone inside seemed to notice. A figure in blue quickly approached.

"Kyle, you're here just in time. What do you think of my new combat suit?"

The person was Steve, who stopped at the doorway, asking for Kyle's opinion.

"Well..." Kyle's gaze fell on Steve. He was now wearing a form-fitting leather suit that was much better in quality and style than before. It still maintained the usual blue base color, with the prominent silver five-pointed star on the chest, and a dark blue hood covering half his face.

How to put it. This outfit was certainly eye-catching, but the problem was, was this really for combat?

Kyle inwardly scoffed. The enemy wouldn't even need to think; they'd know the leader was the one dressed so ostentatiously and would focus their fire on him.

However, despite his thoughts, Kyle's words were completely different: "Excellent! This perfectly fits your title as 'Captain America.' Like a captain, you'll shine at the forefront, leading the team, and it will bring great courage and faith to the soldiers!"

"Really? That's great," Steve nodded with satisfaction. He then noticed Fury behind Kyle. "And who is this?"

Kyle introduced him, "Let me introduce you to Nick Fury. I specifically asked Carter to transfer this command talent from the front lines."

"Hello, my name is Steve Rogers. I'm one of the leaders of the team being assembled this time." Steve heartily extended his hand, shaking Fury's.

The future director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the symbol of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s predecessor thus had their historic meeting ahead of schedule in the basement, facilitated by Kyle.

"Kyle, I knew you'd be satisfied with the Captain America combat suit I made. The material isn't ordinary leather; it's a high-fiber material, resistant to damage, dust, and heat, with some bulletproof capabilities."

Howard emerged from the research room, explaining as he spoke. Then, as if to surprise Kyle, he added, "I've also prepared a set for you. The materials just arrived by air cargo."

"Ah, you don't have to do that, do you?" Kyle forced a strained smile. Going into battle wearing the same combat suit as Captain America? The level of embarrassment would be off the charts.

Howard said sternly, "This is necessary. We agreed to provide scientific and strategic armament assistance to you two Super Soldiers. This is my job in the military."

After repeated resistance proved futile, Kyle reluctantly agreed. "You can make the combat suit, but the general style needs to be modified according to my requirements."

"No problem," Howard agreed, waving to the group. "Come, I'll show you something."

Howard led them into the research room and picked up an item from an air cargo container, placing it before them.

Kyle's eyes widened first. It was a round shield with a smooth metallic surface. Simultaneously, the card information for the shield appeared before his eyes.

[Adamantium Shield]: Made from Proto-Adamantium, its specific composition includes Vibranium, iron, and a certain chemical compound.

Nearly indestructible, it can withstand extreme pressure, extreme temperatures, radiation, electromagnetic spectrum attacks, and prevent kinetic energy propagation. It possesses perfect aerodynamic characteristics (allowing controlled force and angle so it returns to the thrower's hand).

A blue rare Item Card!

"This shield is made from an accidentally synthesized material. Due to the unknown synthesis process and the proportions of its various components, it's impossible to recreate this metal again, making it a unique piece of equipment in the world," Howard explained, then looked at Kyle and Steve.

There was only one shield, but who should receive it?

Both were Super Soldiers. If it were before, he would have given it to Steve, who became a Super Soldier first. But now, both publicly and privately, Kyle was clearly the best candidate to use this shield.

"Kyle..."

Before Howard could finish speaking, Kyle took the shield. He tapped its hard surface with his finger and remarked, "This is indeed a very good piece of equipment."

"Steve, you take it." Kyle casually shoved the shield into Steve's arms, surprising everyone present.

"Kyle, this..." Steve, holding the shield with both hands, was at a loss for words and tried to refuse.

"That's enough," Kyle said, patting Steve heavily on the shoulder and interrupting him. "What are you separating yourself from me for? Take this shield and don't hold me back on the battlefield in the future."

"Yes, I understand!" Steve didn't stand on ceremony, his eyes filled with grit and determination as he gripped the shield in his hand, deeply moved.

Good, that's the way.

Kyle smiled faintly. He had the Vibranium Bracer as defensive equipment. While the shield was good, it didn't suit his combat philosophy of 'offense is the best defense.'

Besides, how would Steve fight the villains on even terms without a shield?

Captain America should be like this: wearing the most conspicuous combat suit, wielding the hardest shield, and charging at the front to take the harshest blows.

Adamantium = Edman

Just different transliterations.