Marvel's Black Steel

After discovering Mr. Roger's burial location, I used my heat vision to cut out a massive chunk of the ice, creating a cube about an acre in size.

"Alright, here goes nothing." Muttered Tut lightly as he leaned down and touched the ice cube before wrapping it within his aura.

With my bio-electric aura holding the cube firmly attached to me, I flew into the sky, leaving a giant cube-shaped crater in the ground, which I filled in with a breath of ice, creating a three-inch thick coating of ice that should be strong enough to support a few thousand pounds of weight.

Once I finished covering up my hole, I flew back toward the fortress while carrying a massive ice cube with me along the way; thankfully, I was away from any prying eyes, so no one would be able to see what I was doing, which is one of the main reasons why I placed my secret base in the middle of Antarctica.

"Heh, after all, what fool would live in Antarctica? Let alone the terrible conditions, transferring things here would be such a hassle, expensive, and would garner a lot of attention." Said Tut with a faint smirk as he softly chuckled while glancing at his t-shirt and shorts before looking at the massive ice cube attached to his hand.

'Well, for everyone but me.' Mused Tut with an amused expression as he lowered himself to the ground while using heat vision in a cone shape, melting the snow that covered his underground hangar.

Floating downwards, I reached down and slid both doors open, though I clicked my tongue when I realized I'd have to move the spaceship and the pyramid.

"Tsk, I can already see it; I will need a much bigger hangar." Muttered Tut with a click of his tongue as he lowered himself and the acre-sized ice cube into the hangar before closing the sliding doors.

Using my free hand, I carefully moved the spaceship and temple toward the wall while I placed the ice cube right beside it, cramping them together, but once I melted the ice, everything would be fine.

Taking several steps back, I used my heat vision in a cone shape as I covered the entire ice cube, creating a puddle of water at its base as I quickly melted it. While it went faster than I expected, it still took nearly eight minutes as I had to weaken my heat vision so as not to damage the plane.

"It's still in a pretty damn good shape. Wonder if it could still fly?" Asked Tut curiously as he observed the plane with a whistle while approaching Steve, who was lying in the puddle of water.

While I would take my time examining the plane, I had someone more important to save, so with a grunt, I lifted Mr. Roger's and swiftly entered the kryptonian space before placing his body down on a weird-looking bed in the medical ward or whatever it's called in a spaceship.

"Haa, fuck me, man. I don't know how to operate this shit." Muttered Tut in annoyance as he approached a desk before placing his hands on the gel-like metal, causing his brain to be connected to the medical room.

Thankfully, my Father was a smart man and created a file with my name on it, which pertained to everything on the medical ward and how to operate it; however, it was about ten thousand pages long and not regular book pages long, no, they were the size of fifty-inch tv, and each page contained about four-thousand words.

"Oh, this is going to take some time." Said Tut in defeat as he sat in the chair and closed his eyes, reading the file from page one.

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"Well, good news, he's somehow completely healthy; his cells are just in a state similar to cryopreservation. It will take time, but warming his body should help him awaken." Said Tut lightly as he controlled various robotic limbs that jutted out from the ceiling, each examining Steve's near-frozen body.

After spending a little over an hour reading through the ten thousand pages of information containing nearly every sickness, disease, virus, and other pathogen known to affect Kryptonians, I learned how to control the entire medical ward.

Retracting the robotic limbs back into their compartments in the ceiling, I removed my hand from the desk, causing the gel-like metal to return to normal while I slightly shivered.

Being mentally connected to something that wasn't my body for so long was weird; it was like gaining a whole new body and then suddenly losing it.

"I don't know if I'll ever get used to it." Muttered Tut softly as he began stripping Steve of his clothes, placing them on the ground before quickly putting him in new ones that didn't fit him.

Picking up Mr. Roger, I left the spaceship and arrived in one of my guest rooms, where I tucked him into bed; despite how it seemed, the Fortress of Solitude had fantastic insulation.

'There, he should be good after a while. Still crazy though, even if he'd been given that serum, he's still only human.' Mused Tut lightly as he looked at Steve, who was peacefully sleeping, before turning around and leaving the room, only to see a tiny polar bear cub standing in the distance.

"Alright, I rescued you from starving to death, so now I've got to train you. I hear bears are more similar to dogs, and they're man's best friend, so hopefully, this shouldn't be so bad." Muttered Tut lightly as he squatted while gesturing to the cub, which growled back, causing him to sigh.

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Coming to, I opened my eyes, expecting to be blinded by light, but that doesn't happen, though it does take a few moments for my eyes to adjust, and while that happens, I slowly sit upright and grab my head, which was pounding, but it's quickly subsiding. However, after a few more seconds, I snap my eyes open as everything comes back to me: my battle with Redskull, the plane containing nuclear warheads, my talk with Peggy, and my crash into the Arctic Ocean.

Leaping out of the bed, I looked around, noticing everything was built out of crystals, as if everything was naturally formed rather than man-made.

'What the?' Thought Steve as he gazed at the crystals overlapping each other, only to shake his head while shifting his gaze to his oversized clothes.

As I looked at my clothes, which were a few sizes too big, I spotted three weird-looking little girls holding hands, each with a different color aura surrounding them, shifting my focus to my pants, which oddly enough looked entirely normal other than being too big, I quickly searched for a way out of the room.

Finding a nearby door, I quickly opened it and dashed outwards; despite coming across things I'd never heard or seen before, I ignored them, wanting to leave this place, yet once I finally did, I came to an abrupt halt as I stood in the middle of a blizzard with powerful chilling winds.

However, although the blizzard hampered my sight, I could see a large black man wearing nothing but shorts and a T-shirt, attempting to play fetch with a white bear cub. Just as I was about to call out to him, desperate to know where I was and what happened, he suddenly grabbed the cub and began walking toward me.

"Where. Where am I?" Asked Steve desperately as he looked at Tut, who flashed a wry smile.

"You're in Antarctica, Mr. Rogers… It's the year 2011. You've been in a deep sleep for the past 66 years." Replied Tut softly as he pitifully looked at Steve, who wore an expression of disbelief and sadness.

"I-I… I had a date." Muttered Steve weakly as he looked at Tut, who gently patted his shoulder.

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"Has it really been 66 years?" Asked Steve softly while sitting opposite of Tut, who nodded with a sigh.

"Yep. I know, you probably find it hard to believe Mr. Rogers, given we're in the middle of nowhere, but yeah. After you crashed the plane into the Arctic Ocean, saving the world, you drifted into Antarctica, where I found you." Replied Tut with a nod as he offered a bottle of Coca-Cola to Steve, who hesitantly grabbed it but didn't drink.

"If I'm being honest, I should probably take you to someone who can better explain everything. I merely found you because a friend of mine gave me a bit of a push, and I was really bored." Added Tut lightly as he downed the soda within seconds before burping and standing up while stretching.

"Who?" Asked Steve lightly as he raised his head and glanced at Tut, placing the locket back into his pocket.

"Someone you worked with back in the day; he was part of the Howling Commandos; as a matter of fact, he was their official leader, one of them at least. Nicholas J. Fury. Though I just call him nigga or Fury." Said Tut with a faint smirk as he glanced at Steve, who furrowed his brows at his words.