MTL - Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?-v5 Chapter 1 People kicked out of their homes (1/5)

Steve Rogers walked out the door of his apartment and zipped up the zipper of his heavy jacket to the neckline. It was wet and cold in February in New York. He walked quickly to the hot dog stand across the road and asked for an oversized hot dog. The boss greeted him as always: "Good morning, Mr. Rogers."

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

While busy feeding him, the boss replied, "It's the same, sir. But, if I say it, it's like what it said on TV. It's been getting harder and harder since he disappeared."

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

David noticed the look in his eyes, and he forgot about it, he sighed: "I know that guy, he went bankrupt two months ago. God, he used to work very well in that beautiful office building, and he was dressed well. It's good, it's good to live there. Who knows that it will suddenly go bankrupt..."

"Is he not married?"

"The court ruled him unfit to raise children, and his wife filed for divorce and took all the money he had left. This guy must be going crazy. Alas, Mr. Rogers. We fought back so many aliens. People, but why can’t even take care of their own citizens?”

Steve's eyes were a little complicated, and he didn't speak.

A black man with an exploding head standing next to David spoke cynically and very quickly: "Because this country has never been saving the world, old David. Watch more news from other countries when you have time, don't Watching all that **** TV all day, our TV channels are all brainwashing you! This **** government is rotten!"

David hurriedly made a look of fear: "Oh! Pay attention to your words, buddy! I don't want to be called by the FBI the next day!"

Between their conversations, Steve left. He walked slowly to the corner of the street, where the tramp, wrapped in a thin blanket, lay shivering on the corrugated cardboard. Seeing 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 bruise on the man's face and his swollen right eye, and suddenly felt a vomit. He handed the oversized hot dog to the homeless man with only one bite in his hand. The tramp didn't believe him at first, thinking he was playing tricks on himself, but Steve's outstretched hand seemed to say something.

He grabbed the hot dog and devoured it. He didn't realize until he finished eating that the man who gave him the hot dog had already left, and in front of him was a ten dollar bill, shivering slightly on the corrugated cardboard, being blown by the cold wind.

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When Steve got home, he took off his thick jacket and looked at the apartment. There was plenty of heating so he wouldn't feel cold even if he was wearing only a single shirt inside—even if he could have ignored this temperature years ago.

He suddenly said a sentence in Chinese with a very standard pronunciation: "The wine and meat of Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones."

"I didn't expect you to study Chinese culture so much, Captain." A man's voice sounded in his living room, and Steve looked coldly, a man in a suit and sunglasses was leaving his room come out.

"FBI?"

"Do not."

"That's SHIELD."

"Neither."

The man reached out and took out a document from the lining of the suit and handed it to Steve, which read: "Special Human Security Directorate, First Detective, Seth Bellor."

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

"Oh oh oh, don't be nervous, Captain. I don't mean anything." Seth raised his hand hastily, he smiled feigning ease, and Steve could see the chewing gum in his mouth, and the right chest of the suit. small camera.

The 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 man, Captain." Seth smiled, he didn't seem to take Steve in his eyes, and even ignored his clenched fist.

He pointed to Steve's right fist, clapped his hands, and exaggerated: "Hey, Captain, you're doing a good job in the gym. Clenching your fist has such an obvious arm line? Mind telling me who you are? How did you do it? I’ve been wanting to exercise recently, but I’m too busy with work, you understand?”

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

"I'm really busy."

Steve's tense expression suddenly relaxed, and he let out a sigh of relief, but the words that popped out between his lips and teeth were like the harshest frost: "Get out of my house. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com "

Seth still had that disgusting smile on his face, and it even got bigger and bigger. He didn't care about Steve's threat and said, "I'm sorry, 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're just a lucky namesake, Captain. Oh, no. Mr. Rogers."

"Now, please leave our great Captain America's private apartment, okay?"

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

Now is not the time for conflict.

Steve took a deep look at Seth, remembering his face, his height, and his voice, turned around and took his jacket and opened the door, the cold wind from outside poured in. And Seth said suddenly: "Hey! Put down the captain's clothes! You thief!"

"Didn't you hear? That's Captain America's clothes! You **** who came into his house uninvited and stole his clothes, put down your jacket, or I'll shoot!"

He did what he said, and really pulled out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at Steve's head.

Steve turned around, he put the jacket on in front of Seth, and didn't speak.

And Seth stared at his expression, suddenly laughed, put down the gun in his hand, and said in a relaxed and comfortable tone: "I'm joking, buddy. Now you can go, by the way, please calm down for a while, okay. eh? Stop going to those rallies."

He was answered by a loud slam of the door closing.