Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Steve Rogers walked out of his apartment door and pulled the zipper of his thick jacket up to the collar. It was wet and cold in February in New York. He quickly walked to the hot dog stand across the street and ordered one.

Oversized hot dog, the boss greeted him as always: "Good morning, Mr. Rogers."

Steve smiled, took out five dollars from his pocket and handed it to the boss: "You too, David. How is business lately?"

The boss was busy adding ingredients to it while he replied: "Same as usual, sir. But, let me tell you, it seems like what was said on TV, life has become more and more difficult since he disappeared."

Steve took his hot dog, took a bite, savored the familiar taste, glanced at the homeless man at the end of the road, and said, "Actually, nothing has changed, David. This place has always been like this."

David noticed his look and forgot about it. He sighed: "I know that guy. He went bankrupt two months ago. Oh my God, he used to work well in that beautiful office building and he was well-dressed."

It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter whether it’s a good place to live or not. Who would have thought that it would suddenly go bankrupt..."

"Isn't he married?"

"The court ruled that he was not qualified to raise children, and his wife also filed for divorce and took away all the money he had left. This guy must be crazy. Alas, Mr. Rogers. We have fought off so many aliens.

People, but why can’t they even take care of their own citizens?”

Steve's eyes were a little complicated and he said nothing.

A black man with an afro standing next to David spoke cynically, speaking very quickly: "Because it has never been this country that saves the world, old David. Please read more news about other countries when you have time. Don't

Watch those damn TVs all day, our TV channels are all brainwashing you! This damn government is hopelessly rotten!"

David quickly made a scared look: "Oh! Watch your words, buddy! I don't want the FBI to come to my door the next day!"

During their conversation, Steve left. He walked slowly to the corner of the street. The homeless man was wrapped in a thin blanket and lying on the corrugated cardboard shivering from the cold. When he saw Steve standing in front of him,

He whispered: "I have nothing for you to take... Sir, if you want this blanket, take it too, at least don't hit me..."

Steve gritted his teeth. He looked at the bruises on the man's face and his swollen right eye, and suddenly felt a sense of vomiting. He handed the oversized hot dog with only one bite in his hand to the homeless man. The homeless man didn't respond at first.

She didn't believe him and thought he was playing tricks on her, but Steve's unwavering hand stretched out seemed to mean something.

He grabbed the hot dog and wolfed it down. When he finished eating, he realized that the man who gave him the hot dog had left. In front of him was a ten-dollar bill, being blown by the cold wind and trembling slightly on the corrugated cardboard.

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When Steve got home, he took off his thick jacket and looked at the apartment. There was enough heating so that he would not feel cold even if he was wearing only a single layer of clothing - even though he could ignore this temperature many years ago.

.

He suddenly spoke in Chinese, and his pronunciation was very standard: "The wine and meat of Zhumen smells bad, and there are freezing bones on the road."

"I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable about Chinese culture, captain." A man's voice sounded in his living room. Steve looked coldly and saw a man in a suit and sunglasses walking out of his room.

come out.

"fbi?"

"No."

"That's S.H.I.E.L.D."

"No."

The man reached out and took out an ID from the lining of his suit and handed it to Steve. It read: "Special Human Security Directorate, Agent 1, Seth Bellore."

Steve raised his eyes and glanced at him, but did not hand the ID back: "What do you want to do when you break into my house without permission?"

"Oh oh oh, don't be nervous, Captain. I don't mean any harm." Seth quickly raised his hand, pretending to be relaxed and smiling. Steve could see the chewing gum in his mouth and the right chest of his suit.

small camera.

That feeling of nausea came back again.

"According to the law, I have the right to kill you now without any legal responsibility."

"Yes, but, legally speaking, you are a dead person, Captain." Seth smiled, he didn't seem to take Steve seriously, and even ignored his clenched fists.

He pointed at Steve's right fist, clapped his hands, and said in an exaggerated manner: "Hey, Captain, you did a good job in the gym. You have such obvious arm lines when you clench your fist? Mind telling me what you are doing.

How do you do it? I also want to exercise recently, but I am too busy at work, do you understand? "

"Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff." He suddenly said two names.

"I'm really busy."

Steve's tense expression suddenly relaxed. He exhaled a breath, obviously relaxing, but the words that popped out of his lips were like the harshest frost: "Get out of my house."

Seth still had that disgusting smile on his face, and it even got bigger and bigger. He didn't care about Steve's threats and said, "Unfortunately, Captain, I'm afraid you don't have this right."

"This is my home."

"Yes, yes, this is Steve Rogers' home. But Steve Rogers died heroically long ago, and you are just a lucky man with the same name, Captain. Oh, no. Mr. Rogers."

"Now, would you please leave the private apartment of our great Captain America?"

Steve's face became ugly. Although he had already expected the level of corruption in the US government, he never thought that they could be so blatant.

Now is not the time for conflict to break out.

Steve took a deep look at Seth, memorizing his face, his height, and his voice. Then he turned around, picked up his jacket, and opened the door. The cold wind from outside rushed in. And Seth suddenly said: "

Hey! Put down the captain's clothes! You thief!"

"Didn't you hear? Those are Captain America's clothes! You bastard who came to his house uninvited and stole his clothes, put down the jacket in your hand quickly, or I will shoot!"

True to his word, he actually pulled out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at Steve's head.

Steve turned around and put on the jacket in front of Seth without saying a word.

Seth stared at his expression, suddenly laughed, put down the gun in his hand, and said in a relaxed and comfortable tone: "I'm just kidding, buddy. You can go now, by the way, please be more calm recently, okay.

? Don’t go to those rallies again.”

He was answered by a violent slamming of the door.