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"Yeah!" A woman's arm stretched out from the quilt and landed on Fisher's face along with a lazy humming sound.

Fisher, who was awakened by the beating, opened his eyes and looked at the crystal chandelier above his head. His blank brain stopped for a few seconds before he realized that he was not in the Iraqi guest room.

"Uh!" He sat up and stretched, shaking his head, which was a little heavy due to alcohol and incense, and then Fisher carefully removed Kate's arm and Margaret's thigh, and then got down bed, ready to change clothes to exercise.

Although his current physical fitness is not much improved by running, kayaking and other sports, Fisher enjoys this feeling very much. After all, in his last life, he had to get up early to work to support his family. In this life, the conditions are good, and he has a bunch of muscular guys. Practice for an hour in the morning, and then go leisurely and spend an hour eating breakfast. If you want to fish for work, you can fish. Maybe in the future with a highly developed development force, everyone can do this!

While rowing in the river, Fisher also saw a familiar figure on the shore. Captain America flung his hips and pectoralis major muscles, wearing a white vest and a pair of training pants. With a stern face in his hot eyes, he ran wildly on the path by the river.

"Hey, Steve!" Fisher stopped the kayak and yelled at the shore.

"Huh?" Hearing someone calling him, Captain America hesitated, then stopped and looked to his right.

Then he saw Fisher sitting in the boat rocking his oars to him.

"Mr Fisher?"

"What, it's a surprise to see me?" Fisher adjusted the direction of the kayak, and then rowed to the shore, "Come on, pull me up!"

"Bang!" The cap of the iced soda was pried open with a screwdriver, and the bubbles splashed everywhere.

"Comfortable!" Steve drank the bottle of Happy Water and burped in satisfaction.

"This is your morning exercise?" Throwing the drink bottle in the trash, Steve became interested in the kayak Fisher carried ashore.

"Yes, exercise my physical coordination so that I can avoid capsizing!"

"Sounds a lot more fun than my boxing. I've broken six sandbags this month. For the salary Fury gave me, I've replaced them with new sandbags!"

"Didn't you find a girl to chat with?"

"No, I..." Captain America shook his head, he was confused about even living every day, let alone finding a girlfriend.

"Oh, you can't do this, let's go, take you to breakfast!" Fisher shook his head. After so many years, Steve is still so reserved. If he has the energy of Howard, Carter will be a grandma. .

"Breakfast? That's not good!" Steve looked at his jacket and went out without a wallet, a little embarrassed!

"What's wrong, next time you invite me!"

The two left the debris and walked across the block to the coffee shop not far from the Senate.

"Need something?" The beautiful waitress in the foreman uniform's eyes never left Steve.

"A beef tenderloin burger, a strawberry milkshake, and a croissant! Then two ham sandwich packages! Captain, how about you?"

"I'll order it at will, give me a latte, and then a pancake!" Captain America looked at the menu carefully, and then showed a kind smile to the foreman.

"Okay, please wait a moment!" The waiter took the menu and winked at Captain America.

"You ask her for a phone number, and she will definitely give it!"

"Impossible!" Captain America shook his head.

"Want to bet?" Fisher took out a ten-dollar bill and shook it.

"I didn't bring a wallet!" Steve smiled, and I wouldn't participate if I didn't have money.

"You're a good move, learned from Fury!"

"No, it's an old friend!" Steve showed a nostalgic expression, his eyes were erratic, and he smirked a few times on his face.

"Sergeant Bucky Barnes?"

"Yes, hey, he's my best friend and he taught me a lot!"

"I heard that he fell off the cliff later, haven't you looked for him?"

"The follow-up troops searched for three days and three nights, but they never found any trace of Ba Hao. He might be dead!"

"That's not necessarily true. You thousands of soldiers didn't find him, and there were no signs of being attacked by wild animals at the scene, which means that he must have been rescued by someone!"

"Then why didn't he come to me?"

"Amnesia, think about it, if you fall from such a high mountain, you have to peel off your skin if you don't die. Maybe Sergeant Barnes lost his memory and was rescued. Maybe he is now a grandfather in Germany! There's a bunch of kids around him!"

"This!" Steve was suddenly moved. After the end of World War II, S.H.I.E.L.D. received a large number of documents from Spicy and Crispy Germany, including data about the population survey, and maybe there is relevant information! As long as he can find some clues, he will definitely be able to follow the trail and find the whereabouts of Ba Haw!

"Thank you, Fisher!" Thinking of this, Steve couldn't sit still, he hurriedly got up, and walked to the door without looking back.

"What are you doing, not having breakfast?"

"I'm going to the Sanfei Decoration Building! Check the information!"

Ah this! Fisher didn't expect this guy to be so resolute, but yes, in the Avengers plot, he just demolished the door of the armory, embarrassing the black marinated egg. It's not surprising to do so now, just don't know What if the US team knew that the SSR Legion had absorbed a bunch of spicy and crispy leftovers, and then these people later became part of the S.H.I.E.L.D. It would be even more exciting if we could fast-forward to S.H.I.E.L.D. vs. Captain America!

"Mr. Fisher, do you want breakfast for that gentleman?"

"Yes, pack it together, and I'll take it back to eat!" Fisher planned to settle the breakfast on his plate first. After all, when he got home, there was still a second wave of morning exercises to start.

"Hello, baby, I'm back, does anyone want an egg sandwich?" Fisher pushed open the door of the villa, but smelled a scent wafting from the kitchen.

"Back?" Margaret, who was only wearing an apron, stuck her head out of the kitchen with a spatula.

"What are you doing?" Fisher walked into the kitchen and found that Kate, who was also dressed, was carefully smearing salad dressing on the smiling bread in front of her.

"Breakfast! Are you full?"

"No, I'm just weighing, should I have breakfast first, or the person who made the breakfast!" Fisher threw the breakfast he brought back into the refrigerator.

"Then what do you want to eat first?" Margaret leaned against the door with her arms crossed, her long legs dazzled.

"As an adult, I naturally choose to have both!"