Chapter 1794: Out of the mountain

Latest website: Only the ticking sound of the monitoring equipment in the ward, the air is filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, the place formerly known as Brooklyn Elderly Sanatorium, after World War II, was renamed Holloway Charity General Hospital. A comprehensive hospital.
Steve always thought that he introduced Holloway as a teammate to his godfather, which made him get the investment.
Now the conditions here are better than before.
The snow-white ward, the equipment full of science and technology, the corridors that no longer smell of urine, and the very professional and kind medical staff, everything is perfect.
It’s just that if you don’t have to go to the hospital, it’s best.
The person lying on the bed is Bucky, and the glasses that he regards as the main body are placed on the head of the bed.
In a battle with the fake Red Skull ten years ago, Bucky was unfortunately hit by cosmic energy. Although he was rescued to save his life, he has been stuck in a vegetative state and has not awakened.
Since then, Steve has completely ignored S.H.I.E.L.D. affairs, and even if Fury has come to him countless times for help, he has no thoughts.
Because those are not major events related to the survival of the planet, but are actually aimed at other countries and help the Security Council to rule out dissident actions.
The real Captain America will not be involved in such things. America’s own taste is getting stronger and stronger, and it continues to carry out a series of'weapon’ experiments, manufacturing giant robots that can kill people, and building concentration camps to brutally suppress mutants. In the international community Hit whoever is disobedient.
How is this different from the Austrian corporal back then?
Whenever Fury, dressed in black, comes to him in the middle of the night, Steve always says when he refuses:
"They have the'New Captain America' with ten divisions. You have a lot of dark secrets, but this old antique of me will not help the military or S.H.I.E.L.D. to rule the earth. I have spent my life with all kinds of dictators. Fight against terrorist organizations, but unfortunately the United States today is what my former enemy looked like. I still can’t do anything to the motherland...Leave my home, Fury, if you don’t plan to kill me."
How could the salted egg kill the captain?
He was actually wronged. Although he was not a particularly clean type of person, all the things Steve said were done by the US military.
"I will see you next time."
Fury would always walk away in a desperate manner, secretly arranging for Steve to help Steve block the military.
In short, Steve has been living peacefully over the years. He spent most of his time in the hospital. He also brought his own drawing boards and tools. He often went to the ward to catch up on drafts.
The cartoons he drew are still serialized in the Horn Daily, and many pamphlets have been published. The results are not particularly good or bad.
This is his biggest source of living besides pensions and veterans' security.
It is also good to rush the draft in the ward, that is, after drawing for a while, I will think of standing up and helping Bucky massage his body muscles. By the way, I can see if the parameters on the equipment are normal and change my thinking.
Steve, who was not very good at these technological devices, is now a half doctor.
Once the night was deep, he put away the drawing and put it in the bedside table and locked it. After massaging Bucky, he prepared to go home for dinner. He patted the old man's arm and said he would come again tomorrow.
"Are you ready to go home? Do you want to be together?" A head appeared at the door of the ward. It was a woman with blond hair, looking at him with a smile.
Steve smiled back. This is a new young nurse from the hospital last year.
He accidentally discovered that she and himself were neighbors, and the streets at night were not particularly safe, so the two often went home together.
"Of course, are we going to eat something first?" Steve covered Bucky with a quilt, walked out of the ward, and saw the girl who had replaced the nurse's uniform: "I know an old store will still be open at this time. If you don’t mind having dinner with the elderly."
The girl smiled, and she turned and walked beside Steve:
"Who would refuse to have dinner with Captain America? Besides, you don't look old, you still look in your twenties."
"Well, it seems impossible for me to grow mature."
Steve smiled and shook his head, and the two walked out of the hospital together into the street.
The night in midsummer is still like that. The city of New York always feels wet. It may be the water vapor brought by the seaside wind, or it may be the roadside sewage left by poor drainage.
But the two talked and laughed along the way. Even though the topic was mostly Bucky's condition, the girl had been patiently listening to Steve's opinion, completely different from Peggy's attitude.
Peggy and Steve were still in the cold war, so she went back to the UK to live, saying when he had figured out what to do with the two of them before looking for her.
But Steve couldn't go away, he had to take care of Bucky.
As a result, the relationship between the "old couples" has become even weaker.
After dinner, the two returned to the old residential building and said goodnight to each other at their respective doors. Steve smiled, and after closing the door, he hung the key ring on the soldier’s neck on the cupboard by the door.
It was his own soldier, a gift from Wilson's fast food chain. Every time a new appearance appeared, he would always send him a set.
Over time, he also saved up his own army.
"If I were you, I wouldn't put the key so close to the door." A hoarse voice came from the darkness, but the living room was completely dark, as if there was nothing.
Steve's hand paused, then pressed the light switch.
Sure enough, Fry, who was invisible in the dark, was still sitting on the sofa, but just couldn't see it.
"No matter where I put the key, don't you still want to go in?" He took off his brown jacket and hung it behind the door, revealing the army green T-shirt he was wearing inside. The strong muscles tightened the top of his clothes. : "What to drink? I have strong drinks and milk."
Fury has hardly laughed since he became the chief, but in the captain's place, his expression was much more relaxed.
"It's still my working time. Let me drink milk. I am here to ask you to help me protect New York." The black man took out his tablet from the pocket of the windbreaker, clicked on a video, turned around and held it in both hands. Show it to Steve.
Steve walked into the kitchen first, took a bottle of orange soda from the refrigerator, took a sip, and took over the tablet. The beginning of the video has passed.
He only saw a huge green lizard swimming in the sea, and Howard's son, now the Iron Man Tony, was fighting it with tickling air strikes.
"What is this? Has the military experimented with gamma rays on lizards again?" He put down the soda bottle and scratched his hair: "If they are always experimenting with weapons that try to destroy humans, I can Supporting you to run for president may stop these evil plans."
The black chief stood up and waved to the outside of the window. The Kun-style fighter appeared straight out of the window, and the rear cabin was aimed at the window of the living room:
"It’s not something made by the military~EbookFREE.me~ but now it’s heading towards New York. Did you notice the white light in the sky when you and the young girl were eating pasta? Get on the plane, I’m slow Explain it to you slowly."
"You watch me again." Steve sighed, but he went to the bedroom and pulled out a big box from under the bed. His uniform and shield were there: "White light I noticed, but I thought it was. Which car passing by did not turn off the high beam."
Bittern pushed open the window, first turned out, and jumped into the cabin: "That's not surveillance, but protection."
"First say yes, I am fighting to protect New York and innocent people. I will not listen to any instructions from you or the military, but will make my own decision. At the same time, I cannot let this monster land. I need a more professional team. It’s not such a child’s flying toy."
Steve pointed to Tony in the tablet. Although the mechanical armor was good, the man in the armor was not a qualified fighter.
Fury stretched out his hand and pulled Steve, who was quickly replaced with equipment, into the Quinn fighter. His hand was as dark as it was decades ago: "As we said before, you are the team commander. ,team leader."