I am a quality captain in American comics

"Ha, your mouth is as bad as if you had a tongue kiss with Nick Fury."

Steve shrugged dismissively.

"Hey! Damn it, are we two going to keep walking back like this? Look at what I'm wearing! What's the difference between this and me wearing a bikini on Fifth Avenue to buy a Rolex?"

You can't blame Tony for complaining, if he is now wearing a full set of steel armor and walking beside Steve.

Not only will it attract other people's attention, but it will also make him feel extremely ashamed.

"Then you go back first! Damn it, Tony, you are about to be thirty years old. You can't go home and ask your parents to send you, right?"

Steve looked at him in surprise, and his expression made Tony Stark feel like there was a mouthful of blood in his throat.

"Damn it! Steve!"

Finally, he cursed, rose into the sky from where he was, and flew towards Stark Industrial Park.

But Steve had no intention of going back.

He has always adhered to the excellent principle of working all morning and playing all day. Come on, he is not some druid who has to stay in school every day.

In fact, he has been waiting for the right time to directly capture Professor X as the principal.

In his imagination, he should open a bar and sit behind the bar every night and watch young and beautiful people having fun.

To be honest, although this is not bad now, it is obviously not what he wants.

He has no daughter to raise.

"I haven't been to Big Mike's place for a long time, and I don't know if there is a new girl here."

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Hell's Kitchen.

Old neighborhood.

This is not a nice place, all kinds of messy things happen here.

White people will be robbed by black people who they despise, and Asians have to be more fierce in order to survive.

You can see all kinds of sentient beings here.

Of course, you can also understand it as the unique landscape of the United States.

"One hundred and twenty dollars, damn it! Not a penny less! What do you think this is? These are high-purity ruthless goods."

Steve looked at the speaking Latin American and grinned.

This is truly a very American scenery.

"Hey! Silly white man! What are you laughing at? Do you look down on me? Don't eat the sour radish, this is my territory."

Steve looked at him and smiled, but ignored him and walked directly to the door of Big Mike's bar.

Klin, who had been beaten by him before, did not stop him anymore. He nodded and walked straight in.

Hell's Kitchen is indeed a happy place and everyone would give Big Mike's Bar a thumbs up.

You can find everything depraved here, contraband, alcohol, women without love.

Fortunately, Steve was not interested in anything other than alcohol. He stood in front of Big Mike without speaking.

The latter handed him a bottle of burning knives.

This kind of wine is not suitable for these ghost guys, the taste is too strong for them.

But it was a perfect fit for Steve, a perfect fit.

"Thank you, my friend. It was only after Kingpin left that I found this place full of life. By the way, how did you and Kingpin meet?"

"You know, I don't usually talk to white people. But actually, we came out of Hell's Kitchen together to make a living.

We grew up together, and the people around us are always more trustworthy. "

"Huh? I can't believe that you once had such a glorious side."