Chapter 855 On Your Left~
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Just as the Venezuelan Meteorological Bureau was busy again with the sudden outbreak of severe thunder and lightning, Washington, D.C., in the lower left of New York City, also quietly ushered in dawn.
Over the Central Avenue opposite the Lincoln Memorial, a soft horn sounded here, and a black guy in a sports sweater and shorts was jogging against the gradually rising light.
Passing by the tidal lake on the south side of the road, the faint light is reflected in it, and the towering Washington Monument is reflected in it, wanting to fall beside him.
Suddenly, there was a sound of extremely fast footsteps behind him. He turned his head in doubt, but before he had time to see clearly, a figure swished past him: "It's on your left~"
"Heh~ left..."
The black guy shook his head indifferently, seeing the figure running away quickly, he was not only calm, but also sneered.
This is jogging for fitness and not a 100-meter sprint. With his running style, he will be exhausted after a while.
He continued to run step by step, staring straight ahead, opening his mouth slightly and breathing evenly through his nose, keeping his body in the best state of movement while reducing his attention.
A few minutes later, when he ran in front of the Lincoln Memorial, the sound of quick steps behind him sounded again.
'Or him? impossible··'
As soon as my heart was full of doubts, the familiar voice rang in my ears again: "It's on your left~"
"Aha, I see it's on my left."
The black boy replied helplessly, but the figure in front of him had surpassed him by a large margin and pulled him further and further away.
This time he finally recognized who it was, one of the hottest superheroes now, a former World War II veteran, he can be regarded as his old predecessor, and the "idol" he agrees with, Captain America, Steve Rogers .
As for the other weirdos, they were either dragons, gods, or secret agents. For him, they didn't have the approval of Steve, who had experienced human wars and worked hard for freedom.
They also have the same experience, and the recognition is naturally higher. In fact, most veterans prefer Steve. After all, he has experienced "war history" and also represents "the oldest public comrade-in-arms".
It’s just annoying to have to say ‘on your left’ every time you pass me. Although we’re not superhuman, we still have dignity, okay? He actually showed off naked like this!
Not long after, when the black boy ran to the side of the reflection lake of the monument, the hurried footsteps sounded again, and he didn't even need to think about this pervert pulling himself around again!
"Hey, don't say it! Please don't say it!" The boy turned his head and saw that it was Steve who was galloping, and he gritted his teeth and started to speed up. However, a whistling ruthlessly skipped past him.
"On your left~"
"Hey! Why are you still talking?! Ahhh!" The boy clenched his teeth and burst out trying to catch up with all his strength, but his physical strength was already running low, and the breath in his chest was rapidly exhausted under the rush of emotions, and his body was full of soreness in a blink of an eye. , and even suffered from breathlessness due to unbalanced breathing, and stopped eating before running ten meters away, and could only watch the figure in front of him run farther and farther.
"Uh...damn...this is too perverted." The black boy held his aching lungs and found a big tree and sat down, dripping sweat seeped out and wet his back and collar.
"Need to call a doctor?"
The black guy turned his head and looked at Steve who finished another lap and smiled wryly: "I might need a lung change. But you just ran thirteen miles in half an hour buddy."
"If you get up late, you have to run more."
"Hehehe, you are really not ashamed, why don't you run around again."
Steve grinned, and suddenly saw the familiar logo on his sweater and asked, "Which unit are you from?"
"Fifty-eighth Airborne Rescue, now I'm with Veterans Services, Sam Wilson."
"Steve Rogers.
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"Haha, I can guess it." Sam grabbed his hand and stood up and said, "After thawing, you went home and looked frightened? In fact, I feel that we are the same. After all, the world is a bit abnormal now. At least it is better than me. It’s far worse than imagined.”
"Yeah..." Steve nodded in agreement: "Indeed, the almighty Internet, polio can cure many things, it's very powerful, and I'm working hard to learn a lot."
"Marvin Gaye's 1972 album, Black Hand, has everything you've been wrong about."
"OK~ let me write it down." Steve said and took out a small notebook, which also recorded the proof of his efforts to integrate into society during this period of time, such as landing on the moon, the construction & ap;ap;ap; collapse of the Berlin Wall, Steve Jobs, disco, Star Wars and more.
Sam watched his movements, and suddenly asked: "Those giant dragons, I saw the news yesterday, and I heard that they prevented a volcanic eruption, so I want to ask what do you think?"
"It's a good thing, they're saving lives."
"That's right, but I always feel a little uncomfortable, as if I fell into the mythical world. Do you get along with those big guys? I'm just curious, if it's inconvenient..."
"It's nothing inconvenient, it's just..." Steve said that he was taken by Watson to experience a god-level war. The feeling of melting into a nuclear explosion hit him again and again, making him shake his head again and again. Some of his thoughts: "It's not bad for some people, at least they are doing good things without malice."
"Dididi~Dididi~"
Steve took out the communicator: I have a mission, I'm leaving immediately, see you later.
", I have a task, thank you for running with me," Steve paused intentionally, emphasizing his tone: "If you count it as running."
"Oh, as for saying that?"
"Hahaha, indeed~"
"Wow~" A Corvette 7 slowly stopped on the side of the road, and Natasha rolled down the window: "Hey guys, who knows how to get to the Smithsonian Museum? I want to pick up a fossil."
"Ha, that's funny."
"Captain! See you later."
"Of course Sam, nice to meet you."
S.H.I.E.L.D. Trident Building Headquarters, Washington, DC
Latitude 3n53'337" Longitude 77s3'391"
- Aegis Port Helipad.
Several Quin-style fighters were up and down here, and a team of special forces wearing black special combat uniforms followed behind Steve and Natasha, and the leader of this team of special combat elites was Crossbones - Brock Rumlow.
"Hasn't our plane arrived yet?" Crossbones looked at the Quinjet fighters on the tarmac, and it seemed that a team had already entered.
"Don't worry guys, we still have a 'player'."
"The team members?"
As soon as Brock Rumlow finished speaking, a shadow suddenly enveloped him, and two blades, wings and sharp claws were on both sides of his body!
"No way···"