The man's long hair was withered, his frame gaunt, and his entire body filthy. He had clearly been trapped here and tortured for a long time.
A small figure knelt before him, head bowed and hands clasped together.
It looked as though the figure were begging his forgiveness.
But a closer look revealed that the small figure's skin was charred black. His entire body looked like a lump of charcoal.
Clearly, the small figure kneeling before the man was already well and truly dead.
At the sight, even Toby, who considered himself ruthless enough, felt a flicker of emotion. "That's one vicious way to do it, Doom..."
"Who's this?"
Logan, who had followed them in, looked puzzled. The man before his boss clearly wasn't the robot they were looking for.
Deadpool, beside him, seemed to notice something. He hurried over to the emaciated man bound in chains and brushed aside the long hair hanging over his chest.
A silver five-pointed star was revealed on the man's chest!
Deadpool whipped his head toward Logan and exclaimed excitedly, "Hahahahaha! Logan, look! It's him! This time it's really him! Not that flaming impostor!"
Logan frowned. "By the flaming kid, you mean the Human Torch, who Cassandra skinned because of your big mouth? Then is this..."
Before Logan could finish, Deadpool nodded eagerly. "That's right! He's the genuine redneck Captain America, Steve Rogers!"
Then Deadpool turned back, clasped the man's skeletal hands tightly in his own, and said excitedly, "Captain, I've always had a dream. I want to hear you say that classic line, 'Avengers, assemble!' Could you make my dream come true and shout it just once today?"
Clatter-
With the rattling of the chains around him, the man slowly raised his head.
That face, once a symbol of justice, was unmistakably Captain