Superman of the American Comics

Chapter 80 Steve, you have to stand up

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

In the past few days after returning to New York from London, every day is full of interviews in various public occasions, and commendation ceremonies held by the military, and there is almost no time for personal time.

It wasn't 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 stopped at the entrance of the club, and Luke was driven by an officer.

After he was promoted to major general, the military equipped him with special secretaries, drivers and bodyguards-the last one was actually completely unnecessary.

If an accident really happens, who will protect whom?

To be able to serve as Superman's bodyguard, at least it should be the Supreme Mage, or Odin's level.

"But after all, I really want to find some people who can do things for me."

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

In his view, going it alone has no future.

I can't wait until the Chitauri army descends on the earth in the future, and I have to let myself go up with my fists alone.

Of course, the miscellaneous soldiers are left to the subordinates to deal with. Only enemies like Thanos, Apocalypse, and Dormammu are worth doing it yourself.

"The SHIELD recruiting activity is about to start, and I don't know how many people can be recruited."

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

As soon as he stepped into the lobby of the Army Club, there was a burst of exclamation.

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

No way, who told him that he is now a celebrity, and the recruitment posters have changed from Uncle Sam to Superman with a red cape.

The halo of the legendary hero really attracts the attention of the public too much.

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

Whether it's real or not doesn't matter.

As for Luke, there are many legendary deeds, which are worthy of being talked about after dinner.

"Major General Carville, hello! I am 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 chirping sound flooded over, covering the soothing music flowing in the hall for a moment.

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

"Sorry, I'm dating a friend."

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

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

I really don't know whether to thank Colonel Phillips, or to have a headache because my reputation was killed.

Luke had already foreseen the embarrassing scene where the reporter came to him with a microphone and asked how many female sorceress friends Superman had.

"So, I prefer a low-key life, but it's a pity that 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 catches the eye is Rogers sitting on the edge of the bar.

"Hey, Colonel Rogers of Brooklyn, why are you frowning? Did you have a conflict with your lovely little girlfriend?"

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

"neither."

Rogers, who was already a colonel, was a little depressed. He 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 the well-known Captain America, Rogers' reputation is not much lost to Luke.

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

"You look a little depressed."

Luke snapped his fingers and ordered a fruity gin.

Because of his relationship, Rogers' life trajectory changed.

Did not fall into a glacier, let alone sleep for 70 years.

Captain America has since ushered in a new life-although it is not known whether it is good or bad.

He successfully returned to Brooklyn, bearing the honorable status of Captain America, was honored by the President, and fell in love with a blonde girl who looked a lot like Little Rose.

Except for the temporary disappearance of the good friend, 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.

The same treatment includes the Roaring Commando who followed Luke, as well as important members of the Strategic Science Corps.

Logically speaking, Rogers should be content.

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

"The door of S.H.I.E.L.D. is always open to you."

Luke smiled, swirling the liquid in his glass.

He can understand Rogers' mood, just like many veterans who leave the battlefield and cannot immediately integrate into society.

Soldiers who are accustomed to guns and gunpowder 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. "The war is over, and the Strategic Science Corps, which was originally used to fight Hydra, is facing reorganization. I simply changed the name."

"Does S.H.I.E.L.D. sound much better?"

"In this way, you have something to do again. Unlike me, you haven't found your target yet."

There was a trace of envy in Rogers' eyes.

What he wants most is Luke's firm attitude of always moving forward and never feeling hesitant.

"Steve, don't dwell on everything you've experienced on the battlefield. Even if you're not a good soldier, you can do something else. Besides, there's something in this country that needs you."

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

It 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 war?"

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

Because after many fact tests, it has been proved that my friend's vision has always been very accurate and can always penetrate the truth sharply.

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

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

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

"So come to think of it, Captain America is going to pick up his shield sooner or later and get back on the battlefield. S.H.I.E.L.D. would be a good place to be."

Luke was like a broker selling stocks on Wall Street. Rogers, who had planned to retire and return 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 mourning President Roosevelt and cheering for victory at the same time. Everyone feels confused, and no one knows where to go..."

Luke drank the gin in his glass and patted Rogers on the shoulder.

Captain America's position is actually quite embarrassing.

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

For a dead person who can't speak, of course, he can be infinitely elevated, and he can't exaggerate it.

But it's different now, Rogers is still alive.

Therefore, the military does not intend to give any real rewards other than the false name of the hero.

Luke understood this very early on.

The so-called "war heroes" are nothing more than military mascots.

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

But once the war is over, they lose their value of use and become dispensable in an instant.

That was the case with Rogers.

The United States, which has won the war and is ready to sit down and share the cake, no longer needs a Captain America who sells bonds.

So he was abandoned, the military didn't care about it, and the White House gave him nothing but honor.

Luke, who knows the future trajectory, started preparations a long time ago.

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

After defeating Hydra, he initially laid his own foundation and gradually won his personal right to speak.

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

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

Luke raised his hand to glance at the time, pressed the tip under the cup, and helped Rogers pay the bill by the way.

He has to meet the next guest.

　ps: Thank you [TUCSON] for tipping 600 points, [Salted Fish Turning Over A] for tipping 100 points, [a moment in a second] for tipping 100 points, love~

　　ps2: Don’t ask me where chapter 78 is going, it’s added to the rush repair, every time I want to spare some time to save the manuscript, this kind of thing happens, so annoying!

　　ps3: I'm considering whether to build a group, if the book is gone one day, wouldn't it be miserable~

　　

　

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