Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"How do you feel, Steve?" Hawkeye crossed his chest, looked at the row of photos on the table in the back cabin of the Quinjet, and said with a smile.

Beside him, Steve Rogers, who had changed his clothes, picked up a helmet and put it on himself. He was wearing an all-black streamlined armor. After putting it on, the helmet made a buzzing sound and made a unique mechanical clicking sound.

He closed his mask. A big red cross appeared on his smooth mask, emitting a stunning red light.

"Everything is fine except that the clothes don't fit well." Steve's voice was processed by the helmet and sounded very robotic.

"Hey, don't complain. This is the best product I can find. It has been disbanded for so long, and there are not many left that can be used. The set you have is already in the best condition. Just bear with it."

Steve knocked on the right side of the helmet, and the mask opened and folded on its own. He said: "Clint, although I don't know anything about high technology, Tony didn't add a self-adjusting function to his clothes.

I was surprised. You know, the worst tailors back then knew how to make clothes larger or smaller."

Hawkeye couldn't help but laugh out loud: "If he hears what you say here, he will most likely start making a self-adjusting size on the spot and show it to you."

"Yes. He will definitely do it, and while doing it, he will say that I am an old antique and know nothing about high technology." Steve nodded with a smile, and then sighed.

There was almost no engine sound in this Quinjet fighter that Tony had modified, so his sigh was particularly obvious in the cabin.

"What's wrong?" Hawkeye asked.

"It's nothing, Clint. I just miss the past."

Hawkeye glanced at the photos, and he opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he just couldn't help but smile bitterly and nod: "Who doesn't miss the past, Steve?"

"There hasn't been a day in these years that I haven't thought about the past. Sometimes I wake up and even feel like I'm still on a mission. But you have to accept the reality, Steve. The Avengers have disbanded and can't come back. We can still

What to do?”

"You're right, Clint. The Avengers are indeed disbanded. Even Captain America is dead in their minds, but I'm not dead yet. This old dog of mine still has a few teeth."

"So, I'm going to do something I should have done a long time ago." Steve said softly, and he continued: "AI, change the target to Rod's home."

"The destination has been changed, captain, welcome back." The slightly dull voice of a mechanical female voice came from above the cabin.

"Change your name, ai, and call me Steve from now on."

Although I don’t know if there will be a future, Steve thought.

"Title changed, Steve."

"Going to Rhodes' house?" Hawkeye asked puzzledly.

"He was under house arrest for one year." Steve explained briefly.

"..." Hawkeye shook his head in silence, and said: "That stubborn bastard didn't listen. We had already told him that there would be no good end for him if he went back. He insisted on returning to the army after we disbanded. Now

It's his own fault."

"Don't blame him, Clint. Let's talk about you. How have you been over the years?" Steve patted Hawkeye on the shoulder.

"I?"

Hawkeye shrugged: "I'm doing very well. Really, Captain, it couldn't be better."

He obviously didn't want to talk about it anymore. Steve changed the topic and asked, "Where's Frank?"

"He is very good, as usual. Kill this one, kill that one. Over the years, he has fought from New York to Japan, and from Japan back to New York. The last time I met him, that bastard's right eye was blind, and he was also blind.

Bragging to me is proof that he killed seventy people with his bare hands."

"He has the ability."

"Who doesn't? I just can't stand the way he shows off."

"Did you fight with him again?"

Hawkeye waved his hand and said without changing his face: "I won't bully a blind man."

They chatted, as if time had returned to the past. The world at that time was very chaotic, with aliens, demons, crazy machines, and a lot of threats from Hydra. But at least they were united, not falling apart like they are now.

.

AI's mechanical female voice sounded in the cabin: "We have arrived at Colonel Rhodes' home. Do you need me to provide fire support?"

"No, no need." After Steve said this, his mask slowly unfolded with a clicking sound, and the buzzing sounded again.

Hawkeye closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, all the unnecessary emotions were wiped away. He stood up in silence, picked up the bow, and picked up the quiver and hung it behind him. The cabin

Opening it, the strong wind poured in. The two looked at each other and jumped.

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Rhodes faced a floor-to-ceiling window and ran on the treadmill. He had been running at the highest pace for three hours, and he had to use this almost masochistic training to make himself forget some things. Physical exhaustion can make

People temporarily forget the pain of their souls.

"You are a soldier, Rod! Lift your face!" Once again, he heard his father's voice.

The stubborn old man, who was covered in wounds, said his last words to his only son in a loud voice with a straight face on the hospital bed. It was not a warm farewell, but a reprimand. Since then, these words have been heard all the time.

It rang in his mind. Inseparable.

But this sentence did not bring him any benefit.

Rod could hear unabashed laughter coming from his living room, where five assholes were watching pay-per-view on his TV, drinking his wine, and making a mess on his carpet. And he couldn't even get there.

Said: "Please get out of my house."

Because that's the person who was sent to 'protect' him.

A year ago, he was under house arrest. Even if he retired from the army and handed over his armor, he was not allowed to contact the outside world, not allowed to go out, and not even allowed to have his own mobile phone. Rhodes didn't think about it.

He resisted, but whenever he had such thoughts, his father's words would ring in his ears.

Rhodes suddenly roared, and he hammered the treadmill panel hard. The machine stopped. He stood on it tiredly, holding on to the armrests, sweat beads rolling down his skin. A kind of pain of betrayal surged in his heart.

Tearing at his soul.

Part of him was roaring: I'm an Avenger! I'm a hero! They can't treat me like this!

Another part of him was also roaring, the one that said in his father's voice: I am a soldier! It is the duty of a soldier to obey orders!

He raised his head and looked up at the night sky outside. He picked up the water glass placed aside and took a big sip. At this moment, a loud noise came.