The Collection of The End

—Marvel, 2010—

Steve Rogers is running at night.

With short golden hair, blue eyes, and a strong figure, passersby couldn't help but look at him more.

And Steve didn't give those passers-by more attention.

At this point in time, he should tell the psychiatrist about his feelings about modern society in the counseling room of SHIELD (S.H.I.E.L.D.) and follow their advice on how to integrate into modern society faster.

But Steve knew very well that there was no solution to his problem.

He's just been frozen for 70 years, not 700, and Earth's technology hasn't advanced to the point where he doesn't understand it at all.

S.H.I.E.L.D. believed that he was out of touch with society because he slept for too long, so he could not use a mobile phone, liked to listen to the radio, refused modern food, and arranged his work and rest in strict accordance with the habits of the army.

They obviously forgot one thing, Captain America is a super soldier and top agent, his most powerful strength is not the physical quality endowed by "super serum", but his incomparable perseverance and wisdom beyond ordinary people.

If Steve wanted to learn, he could disguise himself as a standard modern man within a week, and no one could see through his disguise.

It is no longer hard, but a bed as soft as cotton candy, not only boiled, but also a food with multiple cooking methods and rich tastes, not intermittent, mobile phone and Internet that can check information at any time.

Wouldn't it be harder to get used to these things than to fight Fassi and Cruner?

He just didn't want to do that.

Steve was reluctant to accept the fact that he fought hard for this country, but the country wasn't getting better at all.

The country told him that people are afraid because there are enemies on the other side of the sea, people work hard, because the enemies on the other side of the sea are planning conspiracies, and people live in difficulty, because the enemies on the other side of the sea pose a threat to the whole world.

He enlisted in the army, he accepted the Super Serum program, he fought Fassi and Cruna in blood, he defeated the enemy, stopped the conspiracy, and eliminated all visible threats.

But now, 70 years later, except for the advancement of science and technology and the abundance of materials, everything is the same as before. People are still anxious, work hard, and have difficulties in life, as if his actions of fighting to the death for it are completely meaningless.

To make matters worse, Steve is just a warrior, he wants to solve the current problem, but he has no idea who the enemy he is supposed to defeat.

The psychiatrist of S.H.I.E.L.D. once sincerely suggested to him to put down the idea of ​​putting the fate of the country on his shoulders, go for a run, exercise, watch a few movies and operas, or draw cartoons and play games, because The war is long over, now just have to enjoy life.

Steve asked them suspiciously, the premise of enjoying life should be working hard, so what should I do? Did S.H.I.E.L.D. specifically rescue him from the iceberg and thaw him just to be a mascot?

[He has to do something for the society, right? 】

According to Natasha, the female agent who cared for him, the doctors who had given him psychotherapy turned to other doctors for treatment, as if those doctors were deeply concerned with their hedonistic behavior. remorse.

"At least, you helped us clean up a lot of salary thieves, Captain." Natasha said.

—

Hell's Kitchen.

Steve stopped on the edge of Clinton District.

Chaos, disorder, the air is mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood, and most of the pedestrians have flickering eyes and put their hands in their bulging pockets, like beasts hidden in the darkness.

Slums, crime districts, gang gangs, such places existed in Steve's time, especially in Chicago, Detroit, and other cities with bad social conditions, but what he didn't expect was that in There are places like this in a big city like New York.

His world was originally only black and white. When he fought **** battles to get rid of all black, the world did not turn into pure white, but turned into gray that could not distinguish between black and white, and this gray was right in front of him at this moment.

Steve's sensibility wanted to see it, but his reason told him that he couldn't. Natasha would definitely show up before he tried to step into that block, and use various reasons to bring herself back. The tacit understanding between the Shields - he can have a certain degree of freedom, and even take appropriate risks, but the dangers encountered must be controllable, and Hell's Kitchen is clearly in the "uncontrollable" category.

"Steve Rogers" can't step in here unless there's a big crisis in the Clinton district that requires "Captain America" ​​to step in.

Steve sighed in his heart, retracted his gaze towards the depths of the block, and turned to the nearest building.

It was a ship, or rather, a restaurant decorated as a yacht. There were no advertisements on the huge neon signboard of the restaurant. Apart from the name of "Restaurant on the Sea", there were only a few lines of text that seemed to be a notice:

[1: Don't waste food]

[2: Free food for shipwrecked people]

[3: Do not attack women. 】

Funny, Steve thought.

He was an excellent soldier "before he was alive", of course it was impossible to waste food, and he himself would not do anything to women unless it was necessary. As for the shipwrecked...

Falling into the Arctic Ocean and being frozen in ice for 70 years counts as a shipwreck?

Steve tries to walk a few steps towards the restaurant, but Natasha doesn't show up, apparently S.H.I.E.L.D. thinks it's a place he can enter.

Although I don't have cash or credit cards on me, maybe I can learn from Natasha's last sentence, "record it on the S.H.I.E.L.D. account"?

And it wasn't until he stepped into the restaurant that Steve suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten something: it was almost midnight, no restaurant would be open at this time, and the lights showing should be closing.

The next second, this guess was overturned.

Although the restaurant was neat and tidy, it did not appear to be closing. On the contrary, behind the counter stood a man dressed in a white suit and red tie, looking of Asian descent, with a shawl and black hair. young women.

She was banging on the counter with a short stick like a magician's cane in a bored way. When she saw Steve enter the door, she smiled at him, flipped the short stick with her hand, and put it on the counter. Out of thin air made a small cake.

Is it really a magician?

"Want to taste the little cake we just baked? Captain?" She said in a smiling voice, "Because you were shipwrecked, it's free~"