Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Sam Wilson the Falcon tapped the steering wheel impatiently with his right index finger.

His second-hand car was very old, and it was parked on the road like an old man gasping for breath. The previous scene of the sky being obscured was too terrifying, and even if the sun came up again, the chaos it caused would not be resolved in a short time. He was ready to leave as soon as he received the news from Steve. From New York to the White House, it took three to four hours by car and train. Although the plane only took an hour, under the apocalyptic scene at that time, no one was there. Dare to take off.

He had no choice but to set off in his second-hand car. Now it's stuck on the highway and can't move. Horns and quarrels were heard all around. He saw two men fighting each other with baseball bats, and they didn't seem to have any grudges, just doing it for fun. A car slammed into the guardrail on his diagonal right, and the driver inside flew out on the spot. His head was separated from his body, blood was smeared on the ground, and all he got was a few screams.

a mess.

Sam's heart had never been more eager than now, and once again he began to hate the system of government, at a time like this, they couldn't get any news about stabilizing the hearts of the people. All I could hear on the radio was the mayor's call for people to stay home and wait for help, except for the never-ending riots, fires, shootings.

"Damn!"

He suddenly hammered the steering wheel hard and honked the horn. The sound made the man in the silver convertible in front of him turn his head. He was wearing a coat with silver sequins and a pair of high heels that he had obtained from nowhere, which he had fastened to his forehead with a strap. , looks funny and ridiculous. The man got out of the car and slapped Sam hard on the front hood, swearing some nasty words.

Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He tried hard not to get out of the car and beat him, but the man clearly took his retreat as weakness. He took off his leggings and showed his ass at Sam, shaking and scolding him.

Just as Sam was about to stop himself, there was a loud thud from the roof of his car.

The voice startled the man, and his face fell to the ground. Sam poked his head out and found a silver suitcase on the roof of his car, with a large red A in the center, wrapped in a black circle, and the Stark Enterprise logo on the lower right.

Sam looked at the suitcase as if not sure if it was a dream. Until Jarvis' voice came from the suitcase: "Mr. Sam, Mr. Tony brought you your equipment."

"Tony?"

"Yes, Mr. He was sent back to Stark Building by Mr. He using the portal fifteen minutes ago."

"I don't even know what to say... Jarvis."

"I'm here, what are your orders?"

"...No, it's nothing. I just wanted to say..." He took the box down, acting softly as if facing a lover. Sam kicked open the door of the second-hand car, and he jumped out with the suitcase in his hand, unable to suppress his excited voice: "Nice to meet you!"

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Steve slammed his helmet on the table, his roar audible even outside the door: "...are you kidding me? Sir! We're talking about the people right now. Life safety! Can't you see it? I can't believe no one reported to you that there was massive chaos up and down the country and you sat behind your desk and didn't move!"

The middle-aged man across from him didn't say anything, he shook his head and said to Steve in a calm and restrained tone: "Captain, although I admire your concern for our people. But the Avengers have disbanded. now,

And you're not part of S.H.I.E.L.D. or the FBI. Strictly speaking, you and your..."

He glanced at Hawkeye with a bow in his hand.

"...The former SHIELD members have rushed into the White House, and we can file a lawsuit against you. But for your sake, Captain, I will let you leave safe and sound. Please don't trespass here again, Next time, you won't be so lucky."

Hawkeye couldn't help but say: "Move your fat ass from that chair, call a reporter for a press conference, and tell people that the danger is over. It's so difficult for you? What's so difficult about this? I not understand."

"There are a lot of international issues involved, Mr. Clint. I can't tell you about it for national security reasons." He smiled politely, his words impeccable.

"You dirty politician..." Hawkeye cursed in a low voice.

The man raised his eyebrows, pushed his glasses, and said, "I can't pretend I didn't hear this, Mr. Clint. Your words constitute a personal attack and slander against me... I will deal with you in accordance with the law. ..”

He didn't finish his sentence. Because he was punched in the face.

His nose was broken and blood was pouring out. The man stared blankly at Steve who was throwing his fist at him, but he didn't react.

Hawkeye watched as Steve dragged him out from behind his desk, rode on top of him and started beating him, one punch, two punches, three punches. Of course he could see that Steve was pulling his strength on purpose, but it was still an unbearably heavy punch for this pampered bastard, and he was quickly knocked into a coma. His face was full of blue and purple, and even his forehead was swollen.

Steve is still puzzled, and if there are other people here, I am afraid it is difficult to believe that what can push him to this point.

But Hawkeye understood him.

They rushed to the White House in time at the beginning, hoping to launch a nuclear bomb to help He Shenyan, but the answer was that the president died for unknown reasons, and no one had this right. If other countries think that they are going to start a war, it will be bad.

If he can still hold his nose and reluctantly believe this rhetoric, then what he does next will completely challenge Steve's bottom line.

He dried Steve and Hawkeye for an hour.

No one knows if He Shenyan can take care of those fleets, and Steve doesn't understand why this politician has more confidence in He Shenyan than their former comrades. He seemed to be certain that those fleets would be resolved by the black-robed mages, completely ignoring the possibility of failure, or even considering the consequences.

Fortunately, He finally solved the fleet, the darkness that lasted for an hour receded, and the hearts Steve and Hawkeye held were also relieved. Frank, who was on the Quinjet, told them that chaos was breaking out all over the country right now, with countless casualties. Steve wanted this guy to hold a press conference right away, and he was playing the ball all the time.

In this way, honest people were forced to panic. He also saw the consequences.