MTL - Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?-v5 Chapter 3 Fight for those who cannot fight (3/5)

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

"Call me Steve."

Hearing this, Sam Wilson gave him a surprised look, but he didn't say much, just nodded: "Okay, Steve."

The two ran together along the river, their pace was fast, but they were still able to breathe well between the conversations, and Sam Wilson said, "How are you doing, Steve?"

"Very bad. How about you?"

"Me?" Sam laughed, he stopped, bowed his head to tie his shoes, and Steve stood next to him, Sam's voice muffled: "No one's doing well, Steve. We're all disbanded. , the world doesn't need us anymore. And they...since He left, they stopped covering it up. It's ridiculous."

He stood up, pulled up his thin training shirt, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and smiled seemingly indifferently: "I guess we're just not needed anymore, Steve. What they're going to do to us. , a lot of people have expected. Just like what the old **** McNair did in Washington with a tank. We're going to be crushed by another **** with a more advanced tank."

Seeing that Sam's mood was a little off, Steve changed the subject.

"Forget it, have you seen Rhodes recently?"

"He was under house arrest."

This unexpected answer made Steve's expression 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 that there was a shortage of resources, so he really built a plane to fly to the sky. It would probably still be roaming between universes, trying to find a habitable planet and come back. The conceited **** didn't get along with him. Let's speak."

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

Sam Wilson shook his head bitterly. "Not many, Steve. Strange has been so busy fighting off the magical threat that he hasn't been seen in almost two years. That blond crazy woman isn't hanging out with us, K. Lint and Natasha were all gone, and Dr. Banner exiled himself. Scott was taken in. Sol went to play with those guys from space. As for T'Challa...he's a Nice guy, but he's the king of Wakanda."

He counted his fingers: "What can be contacted now... I, Frank, you are gone."

"One more, Bucky."

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

"The line of death is blurry, Sam." Steve showed a fleeting smile and said to the veteran, "Can you still carry a gun?"

"Ha, since you're the captain, I won't bother with you." Sam smiled freely, he hammered Steve's chest, and said, "I'm fine, Steve. But the question is, why are you fighting this time? Don't be silent, don't hide, you and I both know that this country has changed... If it goes on like this, she will break into the neighbor's house with a knife sooner or later, for a bottle of chocolate Milk kills us all."

"It's very simple, it's just to protect the family and the country." Steve exhaled a breath of heat, and the white mist dissipated in the air. At low temperature, heat rose from his body.

"Steve, I'm afraid this country is no longer worth fighting for.

Steve looked back at Sam, and he said, "This country used to be beautiful, Sam. Her people were proud of her, but some people made her ugly for their own sake, and we fell with it. I just Hopefully, we can still give her a hand before she falls to the ground. And, Sam, think about it, are you in the military to protect those **** in the White House, or to protect those who are incapable of protecting 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 his back to Sam.

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Strange was sitting in his secret room, his face was abnormally pale, and some strange things were stirring and crawling under his skin. He floated in mid-air, his red cloak rattling around him without the wind.

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

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

He turned over from the ground with difficulty and lay on his back. He didn't choose to stand up, so he just lay on the floor without any image. Strange thought, this is too hard.

Being a mage is good, but being a supreme mage is not good at all. Not only does he have to face the threats from heaven and **** all the time, but he also has to cut off the tentacles that they are trying to reach into the world. This alone was enough to wear him down~www.novelbuddy.com~ but it wasn't the end. He Shenyan has been away for seven years, and it is already 2032. There are quite a few alien races that feel like they're doing it, and Strange has to separate a hand to deal with them.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but scolded angrily: "Fucking stupid aliens, all of them are damned fools! If I had known this, I might as well slaughter an alien race! God **** bastards! "

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

A familiar voice sounded, Strange was stunned for a while, and for a moment, he felt that he was hallucinating. Until He Shenyan walked in from the door of the secret room, with that classic mean smile: "What? Forgot who I am?"

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

"Are you sure you want me to say it?" His smile became bigger and bigger, and Strange couldn't help laughing. He knew what He Shenyan was going to say next, so he simply interrupted him: "Province Forget it, why did you come back all of a sudden?"

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

"I don't know how happy I am in other worlds, but unfortunately, some 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 seem like a lie.

The smile on his face disappeared.

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

"I think, yes. Strange, I'm sorry I said that, but she seems to have lied to us all."