In the Marvel Universe
Inside the S.H.I.E.L.D. experintal building, the facility had gone into full alert, and the sound of gunfire echoed constantly.
Fury, upon learning about the invasion of Dream Killers, imdiately ordered the highest level of security. All security personnel equipped night-vision goggles to deal with the threat.
At first, no one understood what kind of creatures they were facing, but the mont they saw the Dream Killers through their goggles, they realized the severity of the situation.
Initially, the guards were terrified, firing their weapons relentlessly.
Once they discovered that the Dream Killers could be killed, they breathed a sigh of relief and began organizing their counterattack more systematically.
However, the Dream Killers weren't just ordinary opponents. While their main abilities were invisibility and absorbing sleep, they could not withstand heavy firepower.
But their combat skills weren't weak either, and their numbers were significant.
So of the guards were pierced through their bulletproof vests by the sharp claws of the Dream Killers.
To make matters worse, the Dream Killers could seize and use the guards' weapons.
Adding to the problem, the building was full of researchers with no combat skills, which only increased the burden on the security team.
The situation quickly reached a stalemate.
In a classified room.
A man was sleeping, unaware of the chaos outside. This man was none other than Steve Rogers, recently excavated and unfrozen after being entombed in ice in the Arctic for decades.
And he wasn't alone. Three Dream Killers stared at him hungrily, drooling.
Dream Killers feed on their target's sleepiness and life force.
Steve had been asleep for decades, his sleepiness a rich and irresistible source of nourishnt for the Dream Killers, like a fine wine that had aged for years.
Unable to resist, they imdiately began greedily absorbing Steve's sleep, their actions bizarre and unsettling.
"Damn it! They found Steve!"
Aboard the Quinjet, Fury was furious upon seeing the situation unfold.
Rogers was a precious asset—legendary soldier and the only super soldier in existence. His blood was of imnse value, and nothing could be allowed to happen to him.
"Can't you go any faster?!"
Fury barked at Maria Hill, who was piloting the Quinjet.
"Director, this is already the maximum speed," Hill replied helplessly.
"I'll go ahead," Natasha sighed, ignoring Fury's protests. She forced open the Quinjet's door and launched herself out, controlling her descent with precision.
"That idiot Natasha! Close the door, quick!"
Fury was almost blown out of the jet by the sudden gust of air, and he was fuming.
anwhile, Steve Rogers stirred.
After decades of slumber, he finally opened his eyes.
"Where is this?"
He stood up and looked around, confused. The room had been ticulously designed by S.H.I.E.L.D. to resemble his era, but there was one small difference—the broadcast on the radio.
"I attended that ga."
Steve squinted at the radio in suspicion, his senses on high alert.
Thanks to the super-soldier serum, his perception had also been heightened to the extre, and his danger sense was tingling.
His sixth sense told him there was danger nearby.
The invisible Dream Killers, however, felt no concern. They believed Steve couldn't see them and continued devouring his sleep energy without hesitation.
"Ah!"
At that mont, a security guard covered in blood burst into the room, wearing night-vision goggles. He instantly spotted the Dream Killers. "Aaaah!"
The guard scread in terror and opened fire.
The mont Steve saw him pull the trigger, he instinctively dodged out of the way.
And then he witnessed the impossible.
The once-empty space beside the bed revealed three eerie, humanoid creatures, their forms pierced by the bullets.
"Ahhhhhh!"
The three Dream Killers, enraged at having their al interrupted, charged at the guard.
Click click.
Out of bullets at the worst possible mont, the guard had no ti to reload before the Dream Killers' sharp claws tore through his body, killing him in the most grueso manner.
"What the hell is going on?"
Rogers' mind raced. How could he wake up to such a nightmare? Was this another Hydra conspiracy?
"Ahhhhhh!!"
The three Dream Killers turned toward Rogers, now that they had been discovered. They were ready to kill him.
"No matter what you are, I'll make you regret it."
Rogers took a deep breath. As an experienced soldier, he knew exactly what he needed to do.
Bang bang bang!
Thud thud thud!
The sounds of an intense fight echoed through the room. After a while, Steve Rogers erged.
The three Dream Killers lay defeated—one with its neck broken, another with its head bashed in, and the last impaled by its own companion's claws.
Using his super-soldier strength, Steve had managed to take down all three monsters.
Staring at the unfamiliar hallway, Steve was bewildered. He had no mory of such a place.
"Requesting backup! I was ambushed and I'm severely injured, can soone help ?"
A distress call crackled through a nearby radio.
Steve picked it up and responded, "I'm on my way."
Though he had no idea where he was or what was happening, his innate sense of justice told him exactly what he had to do.
"Could that be the soldier my dad told about?"
Flying through the air, Stark saw Rogers on his screen and rembered the photos his father had shown him.
Along with the countless stories about Steve that had nearly driven Tony mad with boredom.
"He's still alive? And hasn't aged at all? Fury must be hiding a lot more than I thought."
Tony lost interest and sped up, turning his attention to other situations unfolding around the world.
When his gaze fell upon the Doraemon world, his eyes widened in shock.
Tony Stark: "Hey, Doraemon, your friend Nobita is in trouble."
Doraemon: "What?!"
At that mont, Doraemon was busy fending off waves of incoming monsters and hadn't checked the screen.
(End of Chapter)
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