Rebirth: I am the American leader

"I had a very long dream, or rather, I am indeed not Steve anymore."

He didn't go against his own heart and pretend to be Steve to fool Peggy.

Even if you are a bastard, it is difficult to lie in front of the eyes of your lover.

"I know. In fact, I knew you were not Steve the moment you left SHIELD. His morals would not allow him to do this. I just want to know where the real Steve went."

"I don't know, maybe I died seventy years ago. But no matter what, I will protect this world in my own way."

Steve didn't say how he and Peggy should handle their relationship. He had no idea how to handle it.

Perhaps his memory still holds the image of Peggy waiting for his triumphant return under the dim light seventy years ago.

But that was seventy years ago.

He is still the same as he was then, but Peggy is already very old.

Steve didn't have any good choice but to accept that Peggy left him.

Of course love is selfish, and Steve certainly has countless ways to keep Peggy alive. He even has a way to make Peggy live forever.

But as human beings, the greatest power is not how to live, but how to die.

Steve looked down at Peggy, who saw a hint of attachment in his eyes.

"You don't have to do anything for me anymore. My life has been wonderful enough. Just let it end naturally. Go do what you should do and become a brand new Steve."

Steve forced a smile.

He could no longer tell whether it was his consciousness or this body that was feeling sad, or maybe both.

Steve had a lot to say, but he could only smile when he met Peggy's eyes.

"I know you are not Steve. I don't blame you. He should have died when he fell into the ocean. It's a miracle that you can stand in front of me."

"Besides, I loved you seventy years ago. In this new world, we may not be able to love each other."

Peggy's amber eyes sparkled with a strange light, and Steve nodded silently.

"I think I'll come visit you next time. You know, I opened a farm in Brooklyn. It's called Scythe Farm. I raise a lot of livestock. I'll have someone send you some steak in a few days."

After saying this, Steve turned and walked out of the ward, his tears looking glistening in the setting sun.

Who knows whose tears these are?

The cold-hearted bastard knew that he would lose something if he walked out of here, but he had no choice but to stay.

No matter how much this body of his wanted to stay, he couldn't really stop.

First of all, he is not Steve, and he doesn’t know what he wants even if he stays.

Secondly, he has too many things to do, too many assholes to fight, and too many crises to deal with.

Let’s not talk about whether this world can eventually become the free world that all things talk about.

But these unfortunate lunatics were enough to give Steve a hard time.

He is not a saint, just an ordinary Brooklyn redneck who tries to be a teacher in Hell's Kitchen like the Marvel articles he read in his previous life when he was confused.

But to be honest, he also likes his current life.

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Stark is very fast, of course this is also the reason why Hydra suddenly gave up resistance.

All the people who had been in ambush left because of Zola's transfer order, and the Winter Soldiers were not awakened as planned.

Instead, they were still sleeping in the hibernation chamber. Stark looked at these unfortunate guys who looked like clones and asked the most meaningful question of his life.

"Which unfortunate guy is called Bucky? And why can't these guys put clothes on them?"

“Maybe it’s just a personal hobby.”

Jarvis' voice showed some human emotion for the first time, and Stark frowned, but he didn't say much.

"Okay, you're right, send the coordinates to my four idiot subordinates. Seriously, I'm going to set up a professional security company when I get back."

"I have searched for professional security companies for you. The security company that is currently the most searched company on Wikipedia is called Veteran BBQ."

Stark's face darkened, and he had the urge to take Jarvis apart immediately to take a look.

Fortunately, his men were not so stupid. The Duke and the general, who were afraid of heights, fell down smoothly along the big hole made by Stark.

Stark pointed at the hibernation chambers and signaled them to take them away quickly.

"Mr. Stark, are we going to take all these things away? Without the energy and oxygen supply system, they may not be able to survive for long."

"It's not difficult to maintain the basic oxygen supply system. You just need to..."

Before Stark could finish his words, he met the monster's clear eyes, and then he felt that there was really no need for him to continue.

He waved helplessly at a few people, signaling them to wait for a moment.

Soon, Stark was once again sitting in Lightning's helicopter.

To be honest, Stark really didn't know why psychopaths had so much to say.

If he had known this earlier, he would have upgraded the energy source of his armor so that it could at least travel around the world.

My God, there are so many murals of this kind of lightning that Stark even wants to ask his ancestors whether they painted murals in Dunhuang.

Fortunately, Stark doesn't have to take this thing back to America, otherwise he thinks the first thing he would do when he lands would be to find a psychiatrist.

"Seriously, have you ever thought about finding a doctor for him?"

Stark looked at the general, who said after a moment's pause.

"We have found three doctors for him, but now he has three more patients."

Stark was immediately in awe, thinking that if this bastard was put together with Wade, that bastard, he wouldn't know who would be more normal.

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Steve didn't go straight back to Scythe Farm. To be honest, the best companion a man can have when he's feeling down is another soul.

But it is hard to find, which is why alcohol plays such an important role.

He had too many things on his mind that he couldn't tell and he didn't know who to tell, so he chose to find that son of a bitch, Big Mike, and let him make some money for himself.

Big Mike's bar is probably the only place in Hell's Kitchen that is open during the day. In his own words, the damn Jews will never refuse money knocking on the door at any time.

Steve sat down at the bar and raised his index finger to Big Mike.

The latter immediately understood what he meant and took out a uniquely shaped bottle from a shelf full of glass bottles and handed it to Steve.

"I don't have any suitable cups here, and you don't look very happy, so you don't need a cup."

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