After leaving the White House, Luke drove to the Army Club in the Northwest Side, where Rogers was still waiting for him.

In the days I spent returning from London to New York, every day was filled with interviews in public and the military holding commendation ceremonies, leaving little personal time to spare.

It wasn't until Roosevelt's death that Luke got out of his busy schedule and came to Washington to attend the funeral, which was completed by the way.

"I wonder if Steve will be able to adapt to his new life?"

The black sedan was parked in front of the club, and it was an officer who drove Luke.

After being promoted to major general, the military provided him with a special secretary, driver and bodyguards - the last one was not necessary at all.

If an accident really happens, who will protect whom?

can be a bodyguard for Superman, at least it should be the Supreme Mage, or Odin's level.

"But then again, it's really about finding someone who can do things for yourself."

Luke has a few suitable candidates, but they haven't been finalized yet.

In his opinion, there is no future in going it alone.

You can't wait until the Zetari army descends on Earth in the future, and you have to let yourself clench your fists alone.

Of course, the miscellaneous soldiers are left to their subordinates to solve, and only enemies like Thanos, Apocalypse, and Dormammu are worth doing it yourself.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s recruitment campaign is about to start, and I don't know how many people we can recruit."

Luke's mind wandered, and he lifted his feet up the steps.

As soon as I stepped into the hall of the Army Club, there was a lot of exclamation.

Dressed in a crisp military uniform and meticulously combed hair, Luke instantly became the center of attention.

No way, who called him a celebrity now, the recruitment posters have changed from Uncle Sam to Superman in the red cloak.

The aura of a legendary hero is too much to attract the attention of the public.

It's like many people relish the story of Washington cutting down cherry trees and Columbus erecting eggs.

As for whether it's true or not, it doesn't matter.

And Luke has many legendary deeds, which are worthy of being talked about after dinner.

"Hello, Major General Cavill! I am the second batch of recruits for the Caspian training camp! ”

"Major General, I am your loyal admirer, can I sign it?"

"Thank you for sealing those Aryan demons! You are a great hero! ”

“……”

The sound of chirping rushed over, drowning out for a moment the soothing music that flowed through the hall.

The atmosphere of the whole club became lively, with retired soldiers, or resting officers, surrounding Luke in the middle.

"I'm sorry, I made an appointment with a friend."

Seeing that the topic was getting more and more crooked, Luke hurriedly squeezed out of the encirclement and walked towards the second floor with a gentle smile that was not unruly and polite.

It is estimated that in the future, the name Superman is destined to be closely tied to topics such as Aryan demons and sorceress piledrivers.

I really don't know whether to thank Colonel Phillips or to have a headache for my own reputation.

Luke had already foreseen the embarrassing scene where the reporter took the microphone and slammed it in front of him and asked Superman how many sorceresses** there were.

"So, I prefer a low-key life, but unfortunately my strength doesn't allow it."

The young major general shook his head and went to the second floor, which was relatively quiet.

The first thing that catches your eye is Rogers, who is sitting at the edge of the bar.

"Hey, Colonel Rogers of Brooklyn, why are you frowning? Is there a conflict with a cute little girlfriend? ”

Luke patted the other man on the shoulder and teased, "Or are you just mourning the deceased Mr. President?" ”

"Neither."

Rogers, who was already with the rank of colonel, was a little depressed, took a sip of whiskey and said, "The war is over, and this should be something to be happy about, but I feel like I have lost my goal." ”

As a household name for Captain America, Rogers' fame is not much lost to Luke's.

In the eyes of many children who love to read comics, the Stars and Stripes uniform is more iconic than Superman's red cape.

"You look a little depressed."

Luke snapped his fingers and asked for a fruity gin.

Because of his relationship, the trajectory of Rogers' life changed.

Didn't fall into a glacier, let alone slept for 70 years.

Captain America has since ushered in a new life - although I don't know if it's good or bad.

He made it back to Brooklyn, where he was honored as Captain America, received a presidential honor, and fell in love with a blonde girl who looked like Little Rose.

Except for the temporary whereabouts of the good friend, it all seems so good.

"I find myself with nowhere to go, Luke."

Rogers smiled wryly, he had only recently been received by the new president and awarded the Medal of Honor.

Also with this treatment are the Roaring Commandos who follow Luke, as well as important members of the Strategic Science Corps.

It stands to reason that Rogers should be satisfied.

But after staying in Brooklyn for a while, he felt at a loss, as if he had lost his direction.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s doors are open to you at any time."

Luke smiled, shaking the liquor in his glass.

He could understand Rogers' feelings, just like many veterans who walked off the battlefield and couldn't integrate into society right away.

Soldiers accustomed to guns and gunpowder often have difficulty adjusting to the laughter and laughter around them.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Rogers was a little surprised, he hadn't heard of this agency.

"It's the Strategic Science Corps." Luke explained. "The war is over, and the Strategic Science Corps, originally designed to fight Hydra, is facing a reorganization. I simply changed the name. ”

"Isn't S.H.I.E.L.D. much better?"

"So, you have something to do, unlike me, you haven't found your goal yet."

There was a hint of envy in Rogers' eyes.

What he wanted most was Luke's determination to always move forward and never hesitate.

"Steve, don't keep thinking about what you've been through on the battlefield. Even if you don't have to be a good soldier, you can do something else. What's more, there is still a place in this country that needs you. ”

Luke once again played the role of spiritual mentor, and he said: "Peace is only temporary, and even if fascism is dismantled and the Nazi camp is crushed, politicians in the White House will soon discover a new enemy, a red brown bear standing on the Siberian plain." ”

It is a huge country that occupies one-fifth of the world's land area, and it is the main core of the bipolar pattern.

"You mean, there will be war?"

Rogers was a little shocked, he didn't doubt Luke's judgment.

Because after many times of fact-checking, it has been proved that my friend's vision has always been very accurate, and he can always penetrate the truth sharply.

"In a sense, it's war."

Luke took a sip of wine, and it won't be long before the new president will implement the "Truman Doctrine" and start the Cold War.

The Warsaw Pact and NATO mean the emergence of two military-political blocs, as well as a confrontation between two social systems.

"So think about it, sooner or later Captain America will have to pick up his shield and get back on the battlefield. S.H.I.E.L.D. would be a good place to stay. ”

Like a stock broker on Wall Street, Luke said that Rogers, who had planned to retire and return to ordinary life, was a little shaken.

"Let me think about it. Thank you, Luke. ”

Rogers thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

"It's not just you, Steve. The country was in mourning for President Roosevelt and in the cheers of victory in the war, and everyone was confused, and no one knew where to go......"

Luke drank the gin from his glass and patted Rogers on the shoulder.

Captain America is actually in an awkward position.

In the original plot, Rogers fell into a glacier and was posthumously recognized as a war hero by the military.

For a dead man who can't speak, of course, he can be infinitely elevated, and it can't be exaggerated.

But now it's different, Rogers is still alive.

Therefore, apart from the false name of the hero, the military does not intend to give any substantial rewards.

Luke understood this early on.

The so-called "war heroes" are nothing more than mascots for the military.

When the country needs you, it is natural to hold you high and vigorously promote the so-called heroic deeds and positive images.

But once the war is over, they lose their usefulness and become dispensable in an instant.

This is the case with Rogers.

The United States, which won the war and was ready to sit down and share the cake, no longer needed a Captain America who sold bonds.

So he was abandoned, the military didn't care, and the White House couldn't give anything but honor.

Luke, who knows the trajectory of the future, has been preparing for a long time.

With the capture of the city of Rome in Italy, he achieved an indelible and amazing record.

Then he defeated Hydra, initially laid his foundation, and gradually won his own voice.

Now he is no longer a hero in vain, but a general with real power.

"Hopefully the next time we meet, you'll give me an answer, Steve."

Luke glanced up at the time, pressed the tip under the cup, and helped Rogers pay the bill by the way.

He's going to meet the next guest.