Rebirth: I am the American leader

"How did you get here?"

Tony asked Old John after fighting off a group of people, who pressed down his cowboy hat.

"Boss and the others came by plane. I left early and got in yesterday. My God, hardworking black people also have Muslims. Otherwise, I wouldn't know how to find common topics with them."

Old John took out a cigar of unknown brand from his pocket and lit it skillfully with a match.

"Jesus, what are you smoking? Corn stalks rolled up in old newspaper?"

"Hey, these are tobacco leaves that I grew myself. You can't understand the joy of labor at all."

"So what? This stuff does smell like burning cornstalks. Forget it, give me your address and I'll find you some bottom-of-the-box goods from my warehouse.

Although those things have been there for a long time, and they are not of good quality.

But that's what Stark collected after all, and it's far more than the corn stalks in your hand. "

"God, these white rich people are always so ugly. But you can send the cigars to Hell High School, where I work now. By the way, my name is Old John."

After Old John finished speaking, he picked up the gun and fired a round. The bullets whizzed in the darkness and accurately sank into a grenade that had just opened the safety.

An explosion sounded among the crowd, followed by endless wails.

"Your methods don't look like you work in a school. Is your school environment so dangerous?"

Tony winced unconsciously as he listened to their screams.

"Yeah, it's tough conditions there. You'll always see a bunch of hormonal adolescent monsters abusing people, and trust me, you'll realize how great it is to be able to just shoot someone. .”

After Old John said this, Tony suppressed his desire to speak. He didn't know who Hell High School was, but there was only one place in New York that could be called hell.

"If your high school is in Hell's Kitchen, then I think you are not lying. The conditions there are indeed very harsh. I will consider additional investment, but why do you come here?"

Tony activated the flamethrower on his arm, and the flames interrupted the enemy's attack rhythm.

"I don't know, but my boss said you were his friend's son. He had to come save you, but you don't look much older than him.

I suspect he's taking advantage of you, and you have to know he's a nasty guy. "

As Old John spoke, there was a loud sound of gunfire, and two completely different guys rushed in while surrounded by a group of terrorists.

A guy wearing a leather motorcycle jacket and red tights rushed out like a madman, with gunshots and screams mixed together.

Tony opened his steel visor and stared at the two guys in front of him.

"Who's your boss? Don't tell me that biker guy in the leather jacket is your boss."

"I'm so sorry. You're right. This is my boss. He's a very sexy man, isn't he."

Old John stood up and gunshots continued to ring out, and the turbaned terrorists continued to fall.

"Boss! I'm here!"

"Hey! Old John! It seems like you're doing well here. I feel like you've turned gray."

Steve was holding a Winchester and speaking rude words to Old John amid the gunfire, as a greeting.

"Yeah, you're doing well, Principal Steve. I've always wanted to say that your ass is sexy. You know, they remind me of a Cuban beauty who can stand up and put a goblet on her ass."

"Hey, you're done. I decided to let you see the boys' dormitory when I get back."

Steve didn't take it seriously and instead said with a smile.

"We'll talk about it when we get back. How are you planning to retreat? Don't tell me there's no response from outside."

"We are indeed not prepared to respond, but we can confirm that there are no witnesses outside."

Steve sniffed and turned to see a terrorist who looked like an elite monster.

It wasn't that he was dressed in an exaggerated way, but that this kid was surrounded by a circle of soldiers.

"Hey! Barney! There must be a bounty on that big guy and he belongs to you!"

After saying this, Steve unloaded the bullets, strode over to Tony, and sat down on the ammunition box.

"Hello, Tony Stark. I came to save you and your friends, but I didn't dare to waste a moment. Let me introduce myself..."

"Oh, God, please don't tell me your name is Steve Rogers!"

Tony looked at Steve and spoke, the latter grinned and chuckled.

"I just said that he is a smart man. You can see that he knows my name even without me opening my mouth."

"Damn, do you know what you are talking about? Steve Rogers? Do you know what you are talking about? That guy was from World War II, how could he be so young?"

"Yeah, there are a lot of stories here, I can't tell you directly now. But old Stark and I are indeed friends, and I kind of miss that young man with the mustache and the oily head.

Where is my shield with you? I had a falling out with SHIELD and they took away my shield. "

"You don't look like you're using a shield right now, I mean where did you pop out of here? You look exactly like in the photo."

"I don't know, maybe some iceberg in the northern hemisphere. I can't remember at all. I originally planned to find a farm and be a cowboy, but now I'm the principal of a high school in Hell's Kitchen.

Someone from S.H.I.E.L.D. came to me and said that you were in danger in the desert and gave me five million dollars to rescue you.

So here I am, and you look exactly like your dad, only gentler. "

Steve didn't care about the gunshots around him at all. He just sat on the ammunition box and talked to himself.

"I'm really old, and I actually have so much to say at this time. You know, before I fell asleep, I was still a hero in this world, surrounded by comrades, friends, lovers, family and ideals.

It's a pity that when I woke up, my comrades, friends, and lovers were all too old, and my family members had all passed away. Although my ideals were not lost, it seemed that I no longer needed to fight for them.

Even my enemies have disappeared. I can't even find a living Hydra.

You won’t understand even if I tell you this. In short, you can call me Uncle Rogers from now on. If not, you can also call me foster father. "

Tony stared at Steve blankly, and after a long time he stood up with gritted teeth.

"My father said that you are an almost perfect person. He has never seen such a just, kind and brave American as you. But have you slept for too long and damaged your brain?"