I traveled through time and became a brainwashed candidate for the Winter Soldier in Hydra's underground base. When I opened my eyes, I saw the Red Skull holding up the psychic scepter to 'force me into service'. The system delayed the payment, so I could only break the vibranium shackles—Sentinel Serum—with my bare hands, and signed in successfully. The power of millions of stars roared in the veins, punching through the sky mothership. Later, the director of S. H. I. E. L. D. Found me in the ruins and handed me a form: "Sir, are you interested in being the boss of the Avengers?" I just asked: "Do you care about the food? The kind of person who cares about the food."
