Inside the boxing gym.
The sound of fists striking a punching bag rang out incessantly.
A man with a perfectly sculpted physique threw punches and shed sweat, but his thoughts had returned to his childhood.
A pitch-black night, raging black substance, a terrifying disaster.
A scrawny boy ran with his best friend beside him.
They searched for shelter amid the disaster.
The terrifying black substance swept past, and a building collapsed with a thunderous crash, sending debris flying toward the two boys.
Just before it struck them, the scrawny boy caught a hazy glimpse.
Atop a building, the White-Haired Person waved a hand.
A car swept into the sky collided with the debris, knocking it off course.
"Run, Steve!"
His best friend called out a warning, but in the blink of an eye, the White-Haired Person disappeared.
Young Steve had only just escaped danger and was about to leave when he saw a woman struck and injured by falling debris.
The sense of justice he had possessed since childhood drove him to rush over without hesitation. "Bucky, someone over there needs help!"
That terrible disaster had devastated half of New York.
Back in the present.
Steve, who had awakened after seventy years asleep, vented his emotions on the punching bag, blow after blow.
Ever since waking up, he had discovered a memory in his mind that had never been there before.
The rampaging black substance, its terrifying destructive power, the white-haired figure.
Everything echoed through his mind, war and childhood alternating.
Each punch landed harder than the last.
Bang!
The punching bag finally gave out. One punch snapped its chain, burst it open, and sent it flying.
Steve panted lightly. "That memory, and that person..."
No matter how hard he thought, he could not understand why he had never remembered