[Comprehensive British and American] No.1 grid

The author has something to say: orz thanks the little angel for catching bugs, it has been corrected

Returning from the first battle against Hydra head-on, on the road that seemed to have been walked countless times, and still covered with muddy footprints, Steve's side really exchanged backs with him, and jointly survived the hail of bullets. The comrades who came out.With the support of his best friend James, although he was tired, covered in mud, and without the elaborate attire under the spotlight, he became a genuine Captain America.

The black history is over, and there is nothing worse than being a monkey on stage that is deliberately prepared to be entertained.

Steve leaned his back against the tent, looking at the busy barracks, he thought so.

But the world says it is not satisfied, and it can show you a little worse, so 70 years of time slipped away quietly in a place where he did not see and could not see.

When alone, Steve, Captain America, All People's Idol Rogers, would look at the tall buildings against the light outside the window, showing a dazed expression, like a child who didn't understand anything.

The world continues to function normally under the irreversible authority of time.How many nights has Steve dreamed of the current era that he can only look back at in movies and biographies, always with yellowed black and white photos? When he wakes up in the morning, his will will be shaken I want to go back to my dream, the [-] in my dream.

The people who belonged to that era are already old.Steve couldn't believe it himself that he was one of them.The gauze curtains with simple hollow patterns were quietly placed on the window sill, and with the afternoon sunlight shining into the bedroom, he was as gentle as a lover.In the quiet room where only the sound of breathing can be heard, the gray-haired old man is dreaming.What will her dream be like?Would it be the same as him, recalling that sunny afternoon like this, he was still thin and stubborn sitting in the back seat of that military jeep?To know that even after the serum had just been injected, Peggy never looked at him differently, as if he was still the sick, stupid Brooklyn kid who didn't know his health.Steve couldn't help thinking, as if something was slowly accumulating in his eyes.The slender eyelashes trembled, but they still didn't block the emotion that was a little out of control.

Breaking through the well-furnished walls, old-fashioned radios squeaked and mocked the agents' poor camouflage.Facing the endless stream of vehicles and pedestrians, he held back when he was told that he was in an era 70 years later.

The blue eyes deepened.

This was Steve's first tear after that cold winter.

He punched out as if venting, and then mechanically punched a second time.

"Bang!" As the muscles tightened again, the dull sound of the third sandbag falling on the wooden floor announced its death.Wearing only a white racerback, Steve freezes the action, letting his sweat drip onto the floor.It seems that in this way, the mind that was emptied during punching can be maintained.

Well, maybe he didn't let his mind go, Captain America was thinking about the broken phone in the apartment where he was temporarily placed when he was exercising.

Obviously technology is improving, at least the radio communication equipment back then would not be so easy to be crushed by him who controlled his strength.Looking at the broken phone screen, the captain refused to admit that it was his fault.

Ai Crazy mobile phone expressed discomfort and wanted to cry.

Picking up the white towel placed on the back of the chair by the door, Steve wiped the sweat off his face.

Open the door and enter the bathroom in the training room, and immediately there are agents in black suits outside to clean up the three sandbags that were broken this afternoon.The agents put all their energy into it and moved very neatly, thinking that their movements were already very light.But he still can't hide from Captain America, who has quadrupled his abilities.Standing in the bathroom and simply taking a shower, Steve thought about it, and decided to restrain his strength in the next training session.

After taking a combat shower, Steve couldn't help but glanced at the monitor after rinsing, before walking outside.He didn't know that S.H.I.E.L.D. was almost all his fanboys and fans. Just this look made the young agent behind the monitor very excited. The boy with facial paralysis all the year round controlled the muscles of his face and meditated dozens of times in his heart. Read the "Employee Rules - S.H.I.E.L.D. Edition".

#It was great to choose this department with a long name at the beginning#

Due to Howard Stark's insistence, Steve Rogers' military file has not been cancelled. He even belongs to the S.H.I.E.L.D. system and is the second registered soldier.

Old Stark is not an army establishment, he insists that he is just a "patriotic investment businessman".

Speaking of meeting the son of an old friend for the first time, Tony Stark, the two did not get along very well.

"Tony, you have to remember that you are the president of Stark Industries." Steve looked at the darling at the banquet in disbelief. He can deal with accidents freely, and Tony can only be better than blue. "Everything you do is the face of Stark Corporation, don't you ever think about it?"

The excited young Stark just jumped off the high-rise of Stark Corporation, dressed in a golden and red battle suit, and landed on the central stage of the open-air banquet in a whirlwind of air.With the cooperation of the high-tech battle suit and the artificial intelligence butler Jarvis, the iron suit broke down from an unbreakable piece into countless fragments in an instant, and the layers shrank and receded from Tony's body like a tide.

The man who came out of the steel picked up the champagne that the waiter had prepared long ago from the side table, and immediately the blonde beauty embraced him.

"Oh come on cap," Tony's eyes still lingered on his female companion, it seemed that today would be a sleepless night like usual. "What do you mean by that? Do you want me to call you Uncle Rogers?"

Looking at the young Stark who seemed to be about the same age as himself, Steve's next sentence was choked in his throat, and he swallowed it down as his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

"Captain, what you need is to adapt to this era, not these boring and boring tasks as before." Director Nick had to give a positive explanation when Steve applied for the third time, which was still in person.He rubbed his temples that were a little swollen from correcting documents, observed the soldier who could hardly see a smile on his face after waking up, and came to a conclusion that made him even more headache, "Many things have changed, and now it is a In peaceful times, there are not so many missions that require you to go out, and these strictly trained agents under my command can do just as well."

Nick's answer was what Steve expected.

"Okay, I see." He replied calmly.

"I think, Captain, your first task should at least be to skillfully use the technological products we have equipped you. After all, you can't always have a messenger boy by your side during some tasks, right?"

#No, director, we are always on call even if it is a sea of ​​fire#

Before Steve was about to walk out the door, the black director's voice made him temporarily stop. After understanding the implication of Nick's words, he stepped up his pace and left the office without hesitation.

His expression when he left was a little lighter than before he entered this office.

Steve plans to change into the everyday clothes he likes to wear and go for a walk.The closet was neatly hung with coats, neatly arranged from length to color and fabric. He couldn't help admiring in his heart. Since he woke up, this department called S.H.I.E.L.D. Everything was taken care of for him.A brown leather jacket was taken off the shelf by him. The captain loves this kind of clothes that are resistant to dirt, toughness and warmth. The point is that the style is conservative.

Steve felt that if he had to adapt to modern society, it would be difficult for him to start with the clothes.

In my memory of Brooklyn, only the buildings still vaguely retain the style of the past. One generation is gone, and a new generation is coming.

Bay Street maintains her style, and the soft light of street lamps in the evening is more suitable for these all-encompassing alleys with various styles.Only a few people choose to travel by car. In the evening when the weather is fine, almost all families or tourists with various faces like to walk through these digital streets.

Steve also became one of these tourists of all kinds. He visited a corner house with many famous watches in novelty.These watches are of different ages, different brands, and even have different time. The second hand catches up with each other in a hurry, and the hour hand moves silently.They lie quietly on the dark velvet in the glass display case, counting the time in Brooklyn.

Other than that, it seems that the bakery is more popular with these fairytale cottages.The smoke from the kitchen is scattered and curled up in Brooklyn.However, Steve doesn't like these foods that are generally sweeter and more popular with girls. He appreciates the shape of the bread in this store even more.Odd-shaped animals and plants are chubby by the oven, and even the many-headed birds add a bit of cuteness.The one-horned horse is inlaid with seasonal fruits, the winged snake swallowed red beans, the mischievous mole is golden quicksand, and the small bee biscuits are patterned with cranberries.

It's a very interesting idea, so this store has an endless stream of customers.

When he regained consciousness from those breads, or the world of strange animals, he saw the girl in the alley next to him.

If his eyesight, which had never degenerated, was correct, then the clothes in the little girl's hand appeared out of thin air.

The well-informed Captain America didn't know what to say.In the past years of missions, he has realized that the world is big and full of wonders.From the mutants who can control the power of mind, to the wizards who wield small sticks and make it glow green, Steve has a lot of dealings with them, and Steve will know something about them.

At that time, the mutants were hiding in the crowd, and occasionally one or two children whose identities were exposed appeared. They could only use their abilities to survive, or steal or rob.

But looking at the little girl's well-fitting dress and scrubbed white but clean shoes, she should not be that kind of child.

So, run away from home?

"Girl, stealing is not a good behavior." It seemed to be admonishing the soldiers, but halfway through, he remembered softening.Grabbing the girl's hand, which is not a fast movement, she is really thin. Do children of this age still like picky eaters?The captain unconsciously let his thoughts diverge, but his attention fell on the girl.

Then the girl's answering words made him unable to help but confirm his thoughts. Is it an adolescent girl who had quarreled with her family?Young people always have their thorns in their words.Steve couldn't help but speculate with such thoughts.

Totally forgetting that he just passively slept for 70 years, not a real 90-year-old man.

#Obviously there is no difference in the three views of the captain#

It doesn't matter to him whether he has this jacket or not, but the girl in front of him obviously left the house without the care of her parents, forgot to check the weather forecast, and only wore a skirt to wander around in the not-so-warm Brooklyn.Thinking of this, Steve put his coat on the girl's shoulders without hesitation.

The black hair was scattered on the neckline of the dark brown jacket, covering the girl's face. The expression in the sky blue eyes, which was the same as his, made him smile. Very warm.

Maybe he hesitated at the door of the store out of concern for face?

Steve Sweet Rogers sorted out the clothes in his hand very politely, and sent it back quietly.

There is nothing unresolved between the family, Steve thought calmly.

"Go home early." He said.

Where is his home?