[Comprehensive British and American] Justice Passerby

Freya went to pick up her new car on Thursday afternoon, and drove to the airport to pick up Steve at [-]:[-] the next morning.

Wearing a plain jacket, a sun hat, and carrying a small suitcase, he couldn't have looked more low-key, but Steve Rogers was still one of the hottest men Freya had seen in years .

And this man is almost a hundred years old this year.

Freya watched him pass through the crowded crowd like Moses parting the sea, and looked around at the edge of the parking lot with eyes admiring the artwork.

She honked the horn kindly, and Steve looked this way, smiled and waved.

Freya has never been so thankful that she put the most expensive film on her new car, otherwise she will make headlines again tomorrow.

"Grand Cherokee," Steve said appreciatively as soon as he closed the door, "I gotta say she's so much hotter than your last car, I almost couldn't believe it. Long time no see, Freya, have a good time ?"

They hugged, and Freya patted Steve on the shoulder, snickering. "Did I hear it wrong, or did I actually hear the word 'hot' out of Captain America's mouth? I feel so betrayed by those Boy Scouts who put your picture on their bedside for a pilgrimage, Rogers."

Steve laughed. "I told you last time when I joined the army I could say 'fuck' in at least five or six dialects, but you wouldn't believe it."

"You are Captain America. Captain America doesn't swear." Freya rolled her eyes. "It's written in elementary school textbooks. I read those thin booklets when I showed Mrs. Finn's grandson homework."

"Why didn't anyone tell me about this, I don't even know who owns the rights to my portrait right now." Steve complained with a straight face, but Freya could hear the smile in his voice.

She stepped on the accelerator, and the tall off-road vehicle jumped out smoothly.

There were not many cars on the road on Friday, and the hotel where Steve stayed was near the City University, a little distance from the airport.

"So, you've moved to New York now?" Freya glanced in the rearview mirror.

"It wasn't long before we moved." Steve said, he turned around and stuffed the suitcase into the back seat. "At the end of last year, I received back pay, and I rented a suite in Brooklyn to live with my friends."

"How does it feel to get 65 years' salary all of a sudden?" Freya snickered, "Isn't it like reaching the pinnacle of life?"

Steve leaned back in his chair. "It doesn't feel bad, I stayed for a few days to get enough of my hand addiction."

"You donated." Freya said affirmatively.

"It's useless to spend so much money on me, it's better to let them help people who deserve help." Steve said.

"You are such a goddamn super great father, did I tell you this, Rogers?" Freya sighed with emotion.

Captain America showed his perfect straight face.

"Forget it," Freya said angrily, "It's not the first day I met you. At worst, I will open a support account for you to sympathize with you when you are about to drink northwest wind. How about the interview?"

Steve shows her a text message on his phone. "There's no problem with the interview. I've talked to the publicist about it, but it can't involve controversial topics, otherwise it will be very troublesome."

"I forgot that Stark set up a propaganda department for you." Freya glanced at the red light, "Your Avengers official accounts are very active on those social platforms. Last time I also saw your fitness video, but it was really well shot, and I sent it to several friends."

"Don't mention that," Steve covered his face, "I don't even know which genius's idea it is."

Freya laughed.

The car stereo is playing relaxing music, the sun is not very dazzling, and it is warm on the body.

"Have you met that young man?" After a while, she asked, "The one you said was very talented last time?"

"Spiderman, I've seen him," Steve replied. "He's the reason all the noise in New York has been going on lately. If Tony hadn't happened to be looking for him that night, a little girl might have died for nothing." He's too young and inexperienced to join the Avengers right away. But maybe in a few years he'll be a mainstay in the New York Premier League."

"You are very optimistic about him." Freya glanced at him. "I know you always like to praise others, but this is the first time I have seen this kind of saying. Judging from the reports, Spider-Man has indeed matured slowly."

It is much stronger than when it first debuted in New York.

"There have been too many things in the past few years, and it is difficult for us to allocate energy to train new people." Steve said, "The rate of criminal activities involving people with superpowers has been increasing year by year, and the number of mutant conflicts has remained high. The vigilantes in different places are used to doing their own thing, and troubles always come to the door inadvertently."

"Have you ever thought about joining forces?" Freya asked. "Criminal forces are intertwined with each other, but Chaoying is always independent. Isn't there a way for everyone to share information?"

"It's hard." Steve shook his head. "Recently, there have been voices requesting to disclose our identities within the alliance and at the upper-level United Nations agencies. We are only a small group and have attracted so much attention. The X-Men are all connected together, and a global League of Legends will invisibly overwhelm all political forces. No regime in the world will tolerate this happening. At that time, it will not be a few documents to request disclosure of identity So easy."

Freya didn't speak.Even the Avengers Alliance, which is directly under the United Nations, has signs of being required to enter their identities, which shows that the forces behind them are far from being underestimated.

Instead of holding on to it, she changed the subject.

They chatted about each other's current situation again, arrived at the hotel about half an hour later, put away their things first, and drove home.

In the evening, when Clark entered the door with a briefcase under his arm, Steve was sitting on the ground without image playing with the big bear. Freya had just finished peeling potatoes, her hands were wet, and she pointed to the shoe cabinet apologetically to let Xiao The reporter took the slippers by himself.

"What are you holding?" She looked curiously at the really thick briefcase.

"A little information." Clark seemed a little shy and said, "I think it might be useful later."

Freya was about to introduce him to Steve who got up instantly, when she heard that, she smiled.

"This is Clark Kent," she said. "Clark works for the Daily Planet." She pointed to another man standing upright. "This is Steve Rogers, Captain America."

Da Xiong, a fool in the wall, hesitated between the two of them.

Steve and Clark shook hands, and he immediately praised with some surprise: "You have very strong hands."

"I'm so excited," Clark said sheepishly.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, they began to talk about the general scope of the interview.

Both of them were far over six feet tall, with broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. Freya watched the picture with satisfaction for a long time before turning back to the kitchen to make dinner.

She has a deep understanding of the food intake of today's customers, and she bought the largest piece of beef in the supermarket yesterday to make stew.There were also peas and cauliflower cooking in the pot.The apple pie in the oven was learned from Mrs. Green upstairs after she moved here, and it is said that it is the way of her hometown.There are also mashed potatoes and pasta. The white sauce is ready-made. Freya almost emptied the refrigerator. This meal is enough for seven or eight people.

When dinner was about to finish, she walked to the kitchen door and took a look. She saw Steve and Clark sitting on the sofa, the latter was gesturing excitedly, and there were several documents spread out on the coffee table.

Steve tilted his head slightly to listen, with an expression of approval on his face from time to time.

The voice reached her ears.

"So," Clark concluded, "you don't think the identities of superheroes should be revealed."

"Freedom is written in the Constitution." Steve replied, "They have the right to choose whether to participate in rescue affairs, and they also have the right to choose whether to put their social identities in the eyes of the public."

"When I was young, I chose to join the military because it is the mission of every citizen, to protect their homeland, to support their fellow citizens, to maintain world peace, but for various reasons, the military chose to shape me into what I am now Image. Captain America is already a part of me, and my identity is not a secret, which doesn’t mean I think it should be used as the standard by which other people’s choices are judged.”

Clark nodded. "After 70 years, you are back in the public eye again. Why did you join the Avengers?"

"I didn't want to join at first." Steve thought for a while before answering, "I think the war is over. We lost too much in the war, and people rushed to the battlefield in droves. Many never came back. In the back of my mind, I wish I could actually feel like a retired man in his 90s."

"But what happened in New York changed my mind, and it told me one thing: Times have changed, but war still exists, it's just happening on a smaller scale, faster, and sometimes more insidiously. Even today, 70 years later, someone still needs to stand up to fight the war and end the war. I have superhuman abilities and a special identity, so I cannot escape my responsibility."

Clark's pen left a long trail on the paper.

"What about when people are blaming?" he asks, "After last year in Washington, people criticizing Black Widow's past, expressing dissatisfaction with what you did in Washington, and the dissolution of S.H.I.E.L.D. won't stop a lot of street parades/ Okay, someone put up an anti-hero slogan, how do you deal with that?"

Steve looked at Clark.

"I don't know," he said after a moment, "I guess I've always been stubborn, and I've always done what I thought was right."

"You're a hero." Clark stopped writing, and he said softly, "Like everyone else, I grew up watching your cartoons, and like everyone else, I hope to grow up to be a hero like you."

"I don't want to be a hero." Steve shook his head with a smile, "but people need a hero, so I will carry it on my shoulders. You can do it too, Clark, you are a reporter, your experience and Your thoughts will shine in your pen, you may be slandered, even persecuted, and one day people will understand what you did, and one day they will call your name."

Freya crossed her arms not far away, watching everything that happened in the living room.

"I will," Clark said, his eyes averted slightly to meet hers.

"From ancient times to the present, many people have fallen on this road, but if blood needs to be shed on the way to seek justice, I hope I am the last one."

Steve held his shoulders and followed his gaze towards Freya.

"Time to eat, boys."

She smiled and said briskly.

The female soldier turned her back, her eyes were moist and her expression was gentle.

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