Just as the Venezuelan Meteorological Office was once again busy with the sudden outbreak of strong thunder and lightning, Washington, D.C., in the north and left of New York, also quietly ushered in the dawn.

Over Central Avenue across the Lincoln Memorial, a soft horn sounded as a black guy in a sports sweatshirt and shorts jogged with his back against the rising light.

Passing by the tidal lake on the south side of the road, the faint light reflected in it, and the towering Washington Monument was reflected in it, and I wanted to fall beside him.

Suddenly, a very fast pace sounded behind him, and he just turned his head in confusion, but before he could see clearly, a figure swished past him: "On your left~"

"Heh~Left···"

The black guy shook his head indifferently, looking at the figure that was running away quickly, his heart was not only calm, but also a little scoffing.

This is jogging fitness and not a 100-meter sprint, like his running style, it won't take a while to catch up.

He continued to run step by step, his eyes straight ahead, his mouth slightly open and his nose to breathe evenly, reducing his attention and keeping his body in the best possible condition.

A few minutes later, as he ran past the Lincoln Memorial, the sound of rapid footsteps behind him was heard again.

'Or him?'

As soon as the doubts in my heart rose, a familiar voice sounded in my ears again: "On your left~"

"Aha, I see, it's on my left. ”

The black guy replied helplessly, and the figure in front of him had already surpassed him a lot and pulled him farther and farther away.

This time he finally recognized who this was, one of the hottest superheroes now, a former World War II veteran, also his old-timer, and his more identified 'idol', Captain America, Steve Rogers.

As for the other weirdos, either dragons, gods, or agents, none of them were identified with someone like Steve, who had experienced human wars and fought for freedom.

They can be regarded as having the same experience, and the recognition is naturally higher, in fact, most veterans prefer Steve, after all, he has experienced the 'history of war' and represents the 'oldest public comrade-in-arms'.

It's just that every time I surpass myself, I have to say 'on your left' is a little annoying, although we are not super humans, but we are also dignified, okay!

Not long after, when the black guy ran to the side of the monument reflection lake, the sound of hurried footsteps sounded again, and he didn't have to think that this pervert had pulled himself around again!

"Hey, stop talking! Please, stop talking!" the guy turned to see that it was Steve who was speeding in, gritted his teeth and began to accelerate. However, a whistling passed by him mercilessly.

"On your left~"

"Hey, why do you still say?!ahhhh

"Uh... Damn... It's also too perverted. The black guy clutched his aching lungs and found a big tree to sit down, sweating and wetting his back and collar.

"Do I need to call a doctor?"

The black guy turned his head to look at Steve, who had finished another lap, and smiled bitterly: "I may need a lung change." But you've just run thirteen miles in half an hour, man. ”

"If you wake up late, you have to run more. ”

"Hehehe, you're really not ashamed, or you should go for another lap. ”

Steve grinned, and suddenly saw the logo on his sweatshirt a little familiar, and couldn't help asking, "Which unit are you from?"

"Fifty-eighth Division Airborne Rescue Unit, now I work in the Veterans Service, Sam Wilson. ”

"Steve Rogers. ”

"Haha, I can guess. Sam grabbed his hand and stood up and said, "After the thaw, I came home and looked scared, right? Actually, I feel like we're too, after all, the world is a little different now." At least it's far worse than I thought. ”

"yes..." Steve nodded in agreement: "That's true, the algalitic Internet, polio can cure a lot of things very powerful, I'm trying to learn a lot." ”

"Marvin Gaye's 1972 album, 'Black Hand' has everything you've ever done wrong. ”

"OK~ Let me write it down. As he spoke, Steve pulled out a small notebook that also recorded proof of his efforts to integrate into society during this time, such as the landing on the moon and the establishment of the Berlin Wall≈ap; ap; Downfall, Steve Jobs, Disco, Star Wars, and many more.

Sam watched his movements and suddenly asked, "Those dragons, I saw the news yesterday and heard that they stopped a volcanic eruption so I want to ask you what you think?"

"It's a good thing, they're saving lives. ”

"That's true, but I always feel a little uncomfortable, as if I have fallen into a world of mythology. Do you get along with those big guys? I just say curious, if it's inconvenient..."

"Nothing inconvenient, it's just..." Steve sounded and was taken by Watson to experience god-level warfare, and the feeling of melting into a nuclear explosion hit him again and again, making him shake his head again and again, but fortunately, at the critical time, the cute child of little Mindy still redeemed some of his thoughts: "It's not bad for some people, at least they are doing good deeds without malice." ”

"Dididi~DidiDi~"

Steve pulled out the communicator: there is a mission, leave immediately, see you later.

"I've got a task, thank you for running with me," Steve said, pausing deliberately and accentuating, "If that's a run, too." ”

"Oh, as for that?"

"Hahaha, it's true~"

"Hmm~" A Corvette 7 slowly stopped on the side of the road, and Natasha rolled down the window: "Hi guys, who knows how to get to the Smithsonian? ”

"Hah, that's funny. ”

"Captain, we'll see you back. ”

"Of course, Sam, it's nice to meet you. ”

Washington, D.C., S.H.I.E.L.D. Trident Building Headquarters

Latitude 3N 53'337" Longitude 77s 3'391"

- Aegis port apron.

Several Kun fighters took off and landed here, and a team of energetic special operators in black special operations uniforms followed behind Steve and Natasha, and the leader of this team of special operations elites was Crossbone-Brock Rumlow.

"Haven't our planes arrived yet?" Crossbones looked at the Kun fighters on the tarmac, and it seemed that a squad had already entered.

"Don't worry boys, we still have a 'team member'. ”

"Members?"

As soon as Brock Rumlow finished speaking, a shadow suddenly enveloped him, and two bladed sharp claws were on either side of his body!

"No, I wouldn't..."