Marvel’s Superman

After leaving the White House, Luke drove to the Army Club in the Northwest Division, where Rogers was still waiting for him.

In the days since I returned to New York from London, I have been interviewed in various public occasions every day, and the commendation ceremonies held by the military have hardly spared my personal time.

It was not until Roosevelt's death that Luke got rid of his busy schedule and came to Washington to attend the funeral and complete the award by the way.

"I wonder if Steve can adapt to his new life?"

The black car was parked in front of the club, and Luke was driving an officer.

After being promoted to major general, the military provided him with a special secretary, driver and bodyguard - the last one is actually completely unnecessary.

In the event of an accident, who will protect whom?

If he can be a bodyguard for Superman, he should at least be a Supreme Mage, or at the level of Odin.

"But then again, I really want to find someone who can do things for myself."

Luke has several suitable candidates, but it has not yet been finalized.

In his view, fighting alone has no future.

I can't wait for the Chitauri army to come to Earth in the future, and I have to let myself slap my fist on it.

Of course, the miscellaneous soldiers are handed over to the subordinates. Only enemies like Thanos, Apocalypse, and Dormammu are worth fighting for themselves.

"The S.H.I.E.L.D. recruiting event is about to start. I don't know how many people can be recruited."

Luke's thoughts floated, and he lifted his foot and walked up the steps.

As soon as he stepped into the hall of the Army Club, a loud exclamation sounded.

Luke, who was wearing a straight military uniform and meticulously combed his hair, instantly became the focus.

No way, who told him to be a celebrity now, the recruiting posters have changed from Uncle Sam to Superman with a red cape.

The halo of the legendary hero is too much to attract the attention of the public.

It's like many people relish the story of Washington cutting down the cherry tree and Columbus erecting the egg.

Whether it's true or not, it doesn't matter.

And Luke, there are just a lot of legendary deeds, worthy of people to talk about after dinner.

"Major General Cavill, hello! I'm the second batch of recruits in the Caspian training camp!"

"Major General, I am your loyal admirer, can I sign my name?"

"Thank you for sealing those Aryan demons! You are a great hero!"

"..."

The chattering sound came over, covering the soothing music flowing in the hall for a while.

The whole club atmosphere became noisy, retired soldiers, or resting officers surrounded Luke in the middle.

"Sorry, I have a date with a friend."

Seeing that the topic was getting more and more crooked, Luke hurriedly squeezed out of the encirclement and walked towards the second floor while wearing a polite and gentle smile.

It is estimated that the name Superman is destined to be closely tied to topics such as Aryan demons and sorceress pile drivers.

I really don't know if I should thank Colonel Phillips, or if I have a headache for my own reputation.

Luke had already foreseen the embarrassing scene where the reporter held the microphone in front of him and asked how many sorceress friends Superman had.

"So, I prefer a low-key life, but unfortunately my strength doesn't allow it."

The young major general shook his head and came to the relatively quiet second floor.

The first thing that caught my eye was Rogers sitting at the edge of the bar.

"Hey, Colonel Rogers of Brooklyn, why are you frowning? Are you having a conflict with your sweet little girlfriend?"

Luke patted the other person's shoulder and joked: "Or, are you just mourning the deceased Mr. President?"

"neither."

Rogers, who was already a colonel, was a little gloomy, took a sip of whiskey and said, "The war is over, this should be something to be happy about, but I seem to have lost my goal."

As a household name Captain America, Rogers' fame is not lost to Luke's.

In the eyes of many comic-loving children, the Stars and Stripes uniform is more iconic than Superman's red cape.

"You look a little down."

Luke snapped his fingers and ordered a fruity gin.

Because of his relationship, the trajectory of Rogers' life changed.

He didn't fall into a glacier, and he didn't sleep for seventy years.

Captain America has since ushered in a new life - for better or for worse.

He managed to return to Brooklyn, was honored as Captain America, was awarded the Presidential Medal, and fell in love with a certain Goldilocks who looked like a little rose.

Except for the temporary whereabouts of good friends, everything seems so beautiful.

"I find myself going nowhere, Luke."

Rogers smiled wryly, not long ago he was received by the new president and awarded the Medal of Honor.

There are also such treatment, including the Roaring Commando who followed Luke, as well as important members of the Strategic Science Corps.

Logically, Rodgers should be content.

But after staying in Brooklyn for a while, he felt at a loss, as if he had lost his way.

"The doors of S.H.I.E.L.D. are always open to you."

Luke smiled and shook the wine in his glass.

He could understand Rogers' mood, it was like many veterans walking off the battlefield, unable to integrate into society immediately.

Soldiers who are used to guns and smoke often find it difficult to adapt to the laughter and laughter around them.

"SHIELD?"

Rogers was a little surprised, he had never heard of this institution.

"It's the Strategic Science Corps," Luke explained. "At the end of the war, the Strategic Science Corps, which was originally used to fight Hydra, is facing a reorganization. I simply changed the name."

"Is S.H.I.E.L.D. much better?"

"So, you have something to do, unlike me, you haven't found your target yet."

Rogers' eyes showed a trace of envy.

What he wanted most was Luke's steadfast attitude that was always on the move and never hesitated.

"Steve, don't keep thinking about what you've been through on the battlefield. Even if you're not a good soldier, you can do something else. Besides, this country still needs you."

Luke played the role of spiritual mentor again, and he said: "Peace is only temporary, even if fascism is disintegrated and the Nazi camp is smashed, politicians in the White House will soon discover a new enemy, a red brown bear standing on the plains of Siberia."

That is a huge country occupying one-fifth of the world's land area, and it is the main core of the formation of the bipolar pattern.

"You mean, there will be wars?"

Rogers was a little shocked, he didn't doubt Luke's judgment.

Because after many fact tests, it has been proved that friends have always been very accurate and can always penetrate the truth sharply.

"In a sense, it was indeed a war."

Luke took a sip of wine, and it won't be long before the new president will implement the "Truman Doctrine" and start the Cold War.

The Warsaw Pact and NATO mean the emergence of two military and political groups and the confrontation of two social systems.

"So think about it, sooner or later Captain America will pick up his shield and go back to the battlefield. S.H.I.E.L.D. would be a good place to stay."

Luke, like a broker selling stocks on Wall Street, said that he planned to retire, and Rogers, who returned to ordinary life, was a little shaken.

"Let me think. Thank you, Luke."

Rogers sincerely thanks.

"It's not just you, Steve. This country is in mourning for President Roosevelt and cheers for the victory of the war, and everyone is lost and no one knows where to go..."

Luke drained the gin from the glass and patted Rogers on the shoulder.

Captain America is in an awkward position.

In the original plot, Rogers fell into a glacier and was recognized as a war hero by the military.

For a dead man who can't speak, of course, it can be raised infinitely, and it can't be exaggerated.

But now is different, Rogers is still alive.

Therefore, apart from the hero's false name, the military does not intend to give any real rewards.

Luke understood this very early on.

The so-called "war hero" is nothing but the mascot of the military.

When the country needs you, it is natural to hold it high and vigorously promote the so-called heroic deeds and positive images.

However, once the war is over, they will lose the value of use and become a dispensable existence in an instant.

That was the case with Rogers.

America, who has won the war and is ready to sit down and share the cake, no longer needs a Captain America selling bonds.

So he was abandoned, and regardless of the military, the White House could give nothing but honor.

Luke, who knew the future trajectory, started preparations long ago.

With the capture of the city of Rome in Italy, he achieved an indelible and amazing record.

Afterwards, he defeated Hydra, initially laid his foundation, and gradually won his personal right to speak.

Today, he is no longer a hero with a false name, but a general with real power.

"I hope you can give me an answer the next time we meet, Steve."

Luke raised his hand and glanced at the time, put the tip under the cup, and paid for Rogers by the way.

He has to go to see the next guest.

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ps2: Don't ask me where chapter 78 is going. I'm in the repair process. Every time I want to take some time to save the manuscript, this kind of thing happens. It's so annoying!

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