Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"It's good to see you, Captain."

"Call me Steve."

Hearing this, Sam Wilson looked at him in surprise, but he didn't say anything more and just nodded: "Okay, Steve."

The two ran together along the river. Their pace was fast, but they could still keep their breath easy between words. Sam Wilson said: "How have you been, Steve?"

"That's bad. What about you?"

"Me?" Sam laughed, he stopped, lowered his head to tie his shoes, Steve stood next to him, Sam's voice came dullly: "No one has a good life, Steve. We are all disbanded

, the world no longer needs us. And they...since He left, they have stopped hiding it. It’s so ridiculous.”

He stood up, pulled up his thin training shirt and wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiling as if he didn't care: "I guess we are just not needed anymore, Steve. What they are going to do to us

, many people have already predicted it. Just like what that old bastard Mike did with tanks in Washington, we will also be crushed to death by another bastard using a more advanced tank."

Seeing that something was wrong with Sam's mood, Steve changed the subject.

"Forget it, have you seen Rhodes recently?"

"He is under house arrest."

This unexpected answer made Steve's expression become extremely serious, and he asked briefly: "When did it happen?"

"A year ago, Steve."

"Does Tony know about this?"

"How could he know? D.C said there was a shortage of resources, so he actually built a plane and flew it into the sky. He is probably still roaming the universe, trying to find a livable planet and come back. The conceited bastard, he didn't talk to him

Let’s talk.”

Steve frowned deeply and asked, "How many more people can we contact?"

Sam Wilson shook his head bitterly: "There are not many left. Steve Strange is busy resisting the threat of magic. He has not been seen for almost two years. That crazy golden woman is no longer hanging around with us.

Lint and Natasha disappeared, Dr. Banner exiled himself. Scott was recruited. Thor went to play with those guys from space. As for T'Challa...he is a

Good guy, but he's the king of Wakanda."

He counted on his fingers: "Those who can be contacted now...me, Frank, and you are gone."

"One more, Bucky."

Sam's eyes widened: "Isn't he dead?"

"The lines of death are blurry, Sam." Steve showed a fleeting smile and said to the veteran: "Can you still hold a gun now?"

"Ha, since you are the captain, I won't argue with you." Sam smiled freely, he hit Steve on the chest and said, "I have no problem, Steve.

But the question is, what are you fighting for this time? Don't be silent, don't hide it, you and I both know that this country has changed... If this continues, sooner or later she will break into her neighbor's house with a knife and fight for a bottle of chocolate

Milk is killing us all."

"It's very simple, just protect the family and the country." Steve exhaled a breath of hot breath, and the white mist dispersed in the air. Under the low temperature, there was heat rising from his body.

"Steve, I'm afraid this country isn't worth fighting for anymore.

Steve looked back at Sam and said: "This country was once beautiful, Sam. Her people were proud of her, but some people turned her into an ugly place for their own selfish purposes, and we also fell together. I just

Hopefully, we can still hold her up before she falls to the ground. And, Sam, think about it, are you joining the army to protect those bastards in the White House, or are you going to protect those who are unable to protect themselves?"

After saying this, he patted Sam Wilson on the shoulder and left.

Sam frowned and suddenly shouted: "Hey! How do I contact you?"

Steve didn't answer, he just waved with his back to Sam.

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Strange was sitting in his secret room, his face was abnormally pale, and something strange was stirring and crawling under his skin. He was floating in the air, and his red cloak moved automatically without wind, hunting around him.

Sound.

He suddenly opened his eyes, fell down, and let out a sharp cry of pain. His face became rosy again, and the bulging skin returned to its original state.

A corner of the cloak flew up and dangled in front of him. Strange said feebly: "I'm fine, man. I'm fine."

He rolled over from the ground with difficulty and lay on his back. He did not choose to stand up, and just lay on the floor without any image. Strange thought, this is really difficult.

Being a mage is good, but being the Supreme Mage is not good at all. Not only does he have to face threats from heaven and hell all the time, but he also has to cut off their tentacles trying to reach into the world one by one. Just this thing.

It was enough to make him physically and mentally exhausted, but it was not over yet. He Shenyan had been away for seven years, and it was already 2032. There were many alien races who thought they had succeeded, and Strange was not ready yet.

Don't spare a hand to handle them.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but cursed angrily: "You fucking stupid aliens, all of them are fucking idiots! If I had known this, I might as well have slaughtered an alien race! Damn you bastards!"

"

"Yeah, Strange. You should do that too."

A familiar voice sounded, and Strange was stunned for a moment. For a moment, he felt that he was hallucinating. Until He Shenyan walked in from the door of the secret room, wearing that classic mean smile.

: "What? Have you forgotten who I am?"

Strange wiped his face and got up from the ground without changing his expression: "Yeah, who are you?"

"Are you sure you want me to say it?" His smile grew wider and wider, and Strange couldn't help laughing. He knew what He Shenyan was going to say next, so he simply interrupted him: "Excuse me.

Come on, why did you come back suddenly?"

"Do you think I want to come back?" He Shenyan rolled his eyes.

"I don't know how happy I was in other worlds. It's a pity that a hateful bald woman appeared out of nowhere and insisted that I come back to save you, so I came back."

"Stop joking, be serious." Strange thought he was joking until he saw the expression on He Shenyan's face that didn't look like he was lying.

The smile on his face disappeared.

Strange's face turned ugly, and he touched his beard: "So, you mean she's not dead?"

"I think so. Strange, I'm sorry to say this, but she seems to have lied to all of us."