"Okay, then I'd better keep my distance!"

Steve said casually, but then the corners of his mouth twitched, and Sharon's expression stiffened for a while, and it took a long time to reply.

"Hopefully not too far!"

The two smiled and nodded, ending this awkward conversation, and the moment Steve turned around, Carter, who also turned around, suddenly turned around.

"Oh, by the way, you seem to have forgotten to turn off your stereo!"

"Oh, is it? Thank you! ”

Smiling politely, watching Carter walk down the stairs step by step, the expression on Steve's face gradually became solemn, and he turned to face the door, Steve remembered very well that the stereo had been turned off before he went out.

Steve, who inserted the key and slowly opened the door, was calm, using his not yet proficient sight and hearing domineering to perceive the visitors in the house.

Gently close the door again, when passing by the corridor, pick up his shield, although he doesn't seem to need it now, but this habit still can't be changed, this thing is like his wife, without it, it doesn't feel very solid.

After all, it has been sleeping with it for seventy years.

Closer to the living room, Steve's room had no extra appliances, and he rarely even watched TV, although S.H.I.E.L.D. equipped him with all the latest products, most of which he didn't unpack, just put dust in the storage room.

It was a man, sitting on his favorite couch as if it wasn't Steve's home, but his, and Steve walked out of the corner and he didn't feel threatened.

"Is that you? I don't remember giving you the key. ”

Sitting on the sofa was Fury, the dim light making him look very peaceful, as if he was asleep.

"Do you really think I need the key? I was kicked out by my wife. ”

"I didn't know you were still married."

Steve turned on the lamp, and for a moment, he was stunned, Fury's body was covered with wounds, red blood scabbed over his face, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

Is this still the majestic Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. he saw this morning, preaching to him the great dream of transforming this world?

Fury struggled to reach out and turn the lamp back on, flicking his fingers across the phone screen, which showed two sentences.

"Who else knows about your wife?"

Steve saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart, but his mouth was cooperating with Fury.

"Ahh

With a snort, Fury got up from the sofa, holding the wound under his ribs with his left hand, breathing with pain, and said slowly.

"I think it's just my friends!"

Fury said so, but the phone showed a different sentence.

Steve frowned, and was about to say something, but the whole person was suddenly stunned, but in less than a second, he recovered, and a dodge appeared behind Fury, and the shield in his hand stopped there.

As soon as he was in position, he heard several bullets piercing the wall, followed by the muffled sound of falling on his special shield.

"You wait here!"

Handing the shield to Fury, Steve's face was full of rage, the assassination, the assassination carried out at his house, and the target was also the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., this was a two-in-one solution, and the two most influential people in S.H.I.E.L.D. were eliminated in an instant.

However, what the opponent never expected was that he, Steve Rogers' strength was far underestimated!

Before Fury could say anything, Steve was about to chase him out, when he saw a figure break down the door, and Steve looked at it fiercely, only to find that it was his pretty neighbor, nurse Carter, and she had a gun in her hand.

"Ahh

Carter was frightened by the captain's eyes, but his gaze turned to the person next to him, and suddenly let out an exclamation, rushed over, and helped Fury, who was crumbling.

"She's S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent 13, and I've sent to protect you!"

Fury gave Carter a deep look, then put his hand on the captain's hand and walked back towards the couch.

"I'm going to chase people!"

Looking out the window, a figure dressed in black and holding a firearm flashed away, and Steve, who was even more depressed and annoyed, said something sullenly, and then rushed directly towards the window.

Before the two people in the room were surprised, they saw him tap his toes lightly in the air before touching the wall of the apartment building opposite, and then the whole person flew up as if he had stepped on a spring.

Carter ran to the window and looked up, but the captain was long gone.

"I don't feel like he needs protection!"

Fury glared at Carter, but his mood became complicated.

On the other side, Steve, who came to the roof, looked into the distance, the killer was moving away, but the corners of Steve's mouth rose as he locked on, and a disdainful smile appeared on his face.

"Click!"

The air trembled slightly, and a sound like a gun snapping rang out, and before the Winter Soldier could react to dodge the bullet, he found that he had been lifted up entirely.

"Where do you want to go?"

Steve grabbed the killer by the neck with one hand and lifted him up, looking at his face with fierce eyes, only to find that he was wearing a mask on his face and even a pair of goggles, so he couldn't see his expression at all.

"Bang!"

The killer didn't give up his resistance, and kicked Steve's strong chest, strong enough to kick a small car over, so that Steve couldn't shake it.

But the killer didn't stop, his foot didn't kick, his left hand was on the hand that Steve was holding on his neck, and a mechanical transmission sound sounded, even more powerful than the force of the kick trying to pull Steve's arm.

Not only that, but the killer's other hand took out a military spur from his waist and stabbed it into Steve's eyes without mercy, but after being knocked away by Steve's fingers, he took out an Uzi submachine gun from behind and aimed it at his head.

It's a pity that Steve just stretched out his palm to block the muzzle of the gun, and instantly turned into a black palm, blocking the bullet effortlessly, not to mention, as soon as he exerted his strength, a firearm made of metal was pinched into scrap metal.

"Sting!"

After taking the killer's weapon away, Steve ripped off his mask, he was just thinking of handing him over to Fury for interrogation, but the killer's tactical literacy and his terrifying ability in just a moment made him suddenly interested.

"Ba... Bucky? ”

At this moment, Steve seemed to go back to 70 years ago, to that war-torn day, to the best and most meaningful years of his life, to the time that belonged to him.

"You're Bucky, you, you're not dead?"