The God of Injustice in Marvel

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"At ease! Soldier!"

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Steve Rogers was running on a wide street full of cars and pedestrians. There were huge and colorful billboards everywhere as far as he could see. The sound waves from the honking of cars almost knocked him to the ground.

Everything is strange, everything is specious.

He didn't know where he was going, and he wasn't sure why he was running away from here. He just couldn't feel anything familiar anymore.

All, everything.

He ran to a crossroads.

Everywhere here was more prosperous and noisy than any city he had ever seen, and it was so dazzling that it was almost unreal.

He looked around, trying to find anything familiar, but in the end he still couldn't find it. He stood alone at the crossroads, not knowing where he was going or which direction he continued to run, but he could only stand there helplessly.

At that moment, several black cars drove out from various intersections and crossed the road, surrounding the dazed Steve Rogers.

A large number of soldiers got out of the car, but they did not raise their guns at him.

At this time, he heard a "familiar" voice, or to be precise, a familiar command.

"At ease! Soldier!"

Looking back as quickly as possible, I saw a one-eyed man dressed all in black, slowly approaching him with his hands behind his back.

Steve looked at him cautiously, his breathing gradually subsided.

"About that broadcast, I'm sorry we lied to you."

The one-eyed man said: "However, we still think it is best to tell you slowly and let you accept this matter slowly."

"Tell me what? Accept what?!"

Steve's voice gradually became thicker again.

However, the one-eyed man still looked at him calmly.

"You've been sleeping. Dear..."

He paused, then continued with some emotion in his voice.

It was the sound of pity and regret.

"Sleeping for nearly seventy years."

Steve's breathing calmed down completely. Perhaps, he had guessed something.

He raised his head and looked at the unfamiliar high-rise buildings and unfamiliar billboards. He lowered his gaze and saw that all he saw were unfamiliar people and unfamiliar clothing styles. Finally, he lowered his head and looked at his feet.

Oh, even the land is not something he is familiar with anymore.

He raised his head again and looked at the one-eyed man. The one-eyed man's eyes were no longer firm and flickered vaguely.

Silent.

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"Are you okay, Captain."

The one-eyed man saw that Steve had been silent for too long, and his expression seemed a little too sad. So, he asked in a tone that was not obviously worried.

"Ah! I...I'm fine. It's fine.

I just...

I still have an appointment that I haven’t gone to..."

He whispered in his heart: I still owe that woman a dance.

Seventy years, seventy years.

Steve looked up at the sky and couldn't calm down for a long time.

………………

"So, after you send him to Brooklyn, you don't care about him? Just leave him there and become a homebody?"

Leon still doesn't quite understand this operation, not even from his previous life.

Carter is not dead yet, S.H.I.E.L.D. is still there, and bad guys are everywhere, running around all over the place. He even dug out a seventy-year-old rice dumpling from the ice just to make him sad again.

Once and for all, living in pain and regret?!

It would be better to keep him frozen in the ice!

Even if we dig him out a few years later, that's okay!

What the hell is this!

…

Facing Lyon's aggressive questioning, Fury was very calm and did not even wonder why Lyon reacted so strongly to such an "unfamiliar" person.

Turning one eye that was more white than black, Fury said to Lyon: "We also want Steve to cheer up and become America's spiritual symbol again, but that is Steve's own decision." He said

, he wants to calm down and think about it and take a good rest."

"So you just ignore it and let him learn about the world in the house every day? He can't even understand the TV remote control now, you..."

"Of course we have arrangements in this regard." Fury interrupted Leon's questioning: "He has a salary, distributed by SHIELD. He has a dedicated team to solve any problem he wants to solve throughout the process, and SHIELD has specially approved it.

Yes. He has security personnel who promise not to let him do anything that might hurt him. God..."

"I know~I know!" This time it was Leon who interrupted Fury.

Security personnel.

Old Carter's niece?

The security is in place!

From big head to small head, from inside to outside, from sofa to kitchen, from...

Ahem!

This is all Leon's guess, all guesswork.

However, since Fury has said it to this extent, he can be considered candid for the time being.

Leon didn't have much to say. It was originally Captain America's idea, and SHIELD was just obeying Captain America.

Furthermore, with Leon’s status, he has no position in quarreling with Fury and Team USA. In the final analysis, Team USA is the “legacy” of SHIELD, and Leon is a cooperative relationship.

Moreover, I am afraid that as soon as Fury knew that Captain America might be alive, he had automatically incorporated this "90-year-old" old man into the Avengers' formation.

Leaving the US team to slowly adjust their mentality may also be so that they can entrust more important things to the US team in the future.

At least at this stage, Fury must still be dreaming of using the Tesseract to defend the earth.

Other things are irrelevant.

"Where is the captain's address? I want to see it."

Leon asked Fury directly.

Lifting his eyelids and glancing at Leon, Fury put his hands on his hands and raised his chin: "Why."

Leon said naturally: "I'm afraid of accidental injury!"

Fury:?

"He also lives in Brooklyn, and I also live in Brooklyn. We are neighbors, so of course we should have a good relationship! In addition, we are both righteous friends, superheroes who are sworn in with gambling and drug addiction.

They all have strong character and unique charisma! Getting to know each other will help you contact them in the future."

Leon talked a lot, and Fury automatically filtered out the words used to beautify himself in Leon's words. The only thing left was: Let's... get to know each other.

"You just said, accidental injury? What does that mean?" Fury was more concerned about this.

It's not that Leon is threatening him, Fury knows: this kid just has a problem with his brain.

Don't blame him.

"Oh, that. You know that~" Leon began to explain: "Don't I always perform surgeries for free in Brooklyn? Well, most of the time... oops! I also admit that sometimes I do it, indeed

~It’s a bit heavier~ I’m not afraid that I accidentally bump into Steve that night, and what if I don’t hold my hand back and accidentally give him...hehehe, right?”

It’s a fart! Still right!

you……

Eh?

Fury thought about it...

Damn it! It’s impossible for this damn kid to be unable to do such a thing!

"Can you beat Steve?"

Fury was talking in his usual routine again.

Leon wore it happily...and fell into the trap happily: "Is his shield in his hand?"

Fury leaned back and looked at Leon's face...

All the bells and whistles moving around are ink, so you can’t see anything!

"……exist."

Fury still gave an answer.

"Oh, then we can beat it. Well... it might be a 50-50 situation!"

"Then, if he doesn't have a shield, then...hey, you don't look like a player who would show mercy to an unarmed person, do you?"

"What do you think? Without that shield, he would be dead if he fought with me!"

Fury:......

"Look over there." Leon pointed to a shelf in the corner: "Does that thing have any special purpose?"

"No..." Fury didn't know why Leon asked that thing: "Do you want..."

boom!!

"Hoo!" Blowing the non-existent green smoke on his fingers, Leon performed a [spiritual pill] for Fury on the spot.

"Just how much do you think Steve can resist this thing?"

Fury really wasn't angry at all.

The main thing is that since Captain America's ice coffin was almost smashed with a hammer by Leon, that damn kid, Fury won't be surprised by anything he does now.

After waving his hand and driving out the agents who rushed over after hearing the sound, Fury walked to the window and opened it, then came to the corner and looked at the shelves that Leon had punched through with a single finger, as well as the shelves.

The iron box on top, and the wall behind the iron box...

"Is an attack of this level considered your regular attack method? How many times can you maintain this level of attack?" Zhengda Guangming's habitual cliché.

"It's a regular attack method. I can do this all day long." He was fearless and obviously deceiving.

Looking at the big dark hole in the corner of the wall, Fury was silent for a long time, and finally told Leon the current address of Captain America.

"Thank you~"

Leon walked to the open window, transformed directly into the black bee state, and flew out of the window.

In the smoke-filled room, Fury looked at the direction in which Lyon flew away and remained silent.

After a moment, Fury pressed the communicator on the table: "... tidy up the house and install fire sprinklers. Yes. Well, put an umbrella in the drawer for me. Hey, wait a moment... two.

."

Leon, this damn kid, will definitely grab the umbrella.

…………

That night.

In a certain neighborhood in Brooklyn, there was a building that had been in disrepair and looked dilapidated.

The heavy banging sound of banging bang faintly reached the sensitive cat ears of the black cat Leon.

"I'm really addicted to hitting the sandbags. I keep hitting them from morning to night!"

That's it.

With light steps, the black cat Leon walked into this residential building.

After arriving at the door of Steve's house, Leon realized that it was not very convenient for a cat to enter a house without scaring people by knocking on the door!

Yes! You still have to go through the window!

Just as he turned his head, the sound of the creaking door opening was heard.

Ho!

Isn't this a security guard?