When he transmigrated, there was a screen projected in front of his eyes.

Maybe due to the bad signal or good luck, that expensive gift item had also come with him. ​​

It took five to six years for it to connect and load the progress.

[99%]

Luke glanced at the progress bar in the consciousness space; an expression of expectation appeared on his face.

Over the years, he insisted on doing one hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, one hundred squats, and actively running in the sun every day, just to wait for the moment when the luxurious gift package will open.

Unfortunately, he didn't know if it was too far away from his earth? Or was it a bad signal? Or there were other reasons?

The progress bar had always been stuck at 99% as if that was the final destination, and it didn't wish to take any step further.

This gave Luke a headache.

"Do I have to collect Infinity Stones to load this thing? That's cheating!"

Luke curled his lips in frustration.

If he could get superhuman powers, then he will be able to survive longer in this dangerous world.

By that time, his life may be better than his time on the real earth.

"I want my cheat..."

Just as Luke whined inwardly, the door of the bar was pushed open.

Ding Dong!

The crisp bell at the door sounded.

"Luke! I have been looking for you for a long time!"

The young man wearing the brown uniform of an army soldier and holding a newspaper in his hand said, "I went to your house and found that you weren't there, so I ran to Old Joseph's bar! I knew you were here!"

The handsome, high-spirited young man took out a chair and sat on the opposite side of Luke.

"I'm helping old Joseph look at the store. He is sick," Luke, still with the newspaper on his face, asked unenthusiastically, "Bucky, did you succeed?"

The young man sitting across from him is the future Winter Soldier, a good friend of Captain America, James Barnes.

"Bucky" was his nickname, and it can also be regarded as a kind of affectionate name, which was only used by his close friends.

"Of course! The 107th Infantry Regiment! You should call me Sergeant James Barnes from now on! I will set sail for England tomorrow morning."

Bucky lifted his chest and raised his head with a proud look on his face.

It was World War II, and Uncle Sam's recruitment posters were all over the states.

The passionate propaganda and pervasive TV speeches inspired a large number of young people's patriotism.

They couldn't wait to go to the battlefield and win the Medal of Honor.

"It's a pity that I can't be with you." Luke pretended to be disappointed.

He didn't actually plan to join the army.

Bucky patted his friend on the shoulder in a reassuring manner and said, "Someone has to stay to take care of Steve. That guy always likes to fight for justice; it's really annoying sometimes!"

He and Luke had discussed secretly, hoping that someone could stay here.

It's a pity that Luke lost in that wine fight to decide who could join the army—well, he did lose on purpose.

"It's not bad to think about it. All the men in New York would have gone to the army. There are about 3.5 million women left in this city... Maybe I can have a chance to soothe some of them, their fragile and beautiful hearts."

Luke joked.

He and Bucky had known each other years ago.

The other party and Steve Rogers are both original friends.

Bucky sighed. "Steve doesn't think so; he has a dead brain."

He frowned when he thought of the little man who also wanted to rush to the battlefield like himself.

However, he was just not at the right standards to become a soldier.

"When shall we go to Steve? He must be in that cinema again."

Shaking off the sadness in his head, Bucky took out a few tickets from his pocket and said enthusiastically: "I will go to Stark Industries' World Expo tonight! I have a date with some pretty girls!"