[Comprehensive] Hero Dogma

"It's like this for one or two, the more punctual they are, the more vicious they are inside."

The eldest sister is always No.1, and I will always remember the afternoon when she dragged me across half of the yard and pressed my head into the bucket to refresh myself.

There is also the respectable Agent Peggy Carter, who saw with her own eyes that the little cucumber bit and crushed the balls of the enemy soldiers who had sneaked into the barracks, and could still hug it as if nothing had happened, saying: "Honey, let's go wash our mouths, that thing is so dirty Ah! Let me brush your teeth, cutie?"

Even though the woman was knocked out by me, she didn't react too much in surprise. In fact, she immediately turned to melee combat, and tried to use her more flexible and softer body than ordinary agents to gain an advantage—for example, Climb on top of me and break my neck with his thighs or something.

If it weren't for the injuries on her body, I think her movements would be faster and more deadly than now.

"Hey! Don't do this." When she was about to attack my lower body and make me fall to the ground, I hooked her leg and let her fall to the ground. The injured waist was in close contact with the ground, "Sorry , my fault. But can we have a good talk, don't rush. I'm a war hero..probably.. After all, I have official papers or something.. anyway.. well, I apologize to you for him , for...that."

I looked at her waist with my eyes, and the woman still looked at me warily, jumped up from the ground and faced me in a half-kneeling position, ready to rush up to continue the fight at any time.There is still a thin metal wire wrapped around my hand, probably to strangle me.

"You know the Winter Soldier. Who the hell are you? A KGB agent?"

"What?"

I didn't understand a string of words spit out of the woman's mouth, except for the Winter Soldier.The first time I heard Hydra call Bucky by this code name, I laughed half dead. I also asked when they would form a four-season team. I didn’t expect that there would be such a day to hear a third party use such a serious tone. Ask me, "Do you know the Winter Soldier?"

There is a sense of humor.

"If I answer yes, can you stop pointing the gun at me?"

She raised the steel wire in her hand.

"...Steel wires don't work either! Seriously, you want to use such cruel methods to treat defenseless civilians!"

The corner of the woman's mouth twitched, but she stopped raising the wire to face me. I guess this was the greatest act of kindness she could make.

"By the way, can you tell me what year is it? Where is this place?"

"Iran, 2011."

"Oh." I blinked and licked my lips, "Ahhh."

"What's the problem? Don't tell me you fell from the sky. Although I didn't see you all the way just now, I know exactly what a well-trained agent can do."

So I want to be frank and lenient, and I understand it very well.

But I think you won't believe me even if I tell you the beauty.

"It didn't come from the sky." I took out the pocket watch bit by bit with the slowest movement, and put it in the palm of my hand and showed it to the woman from a distance, "I used this thing from 1960 .To be specific, from America in the 1960s, so if I were you, I'd show some respect to the veterans who defended our country, ma'am."

"Right."

The woman responded to my answer with a flat, flat tone.

Then I felt a very unnatural strong wind blowing, as if someone was holding a super large fan and blowing it directly next to my face, and there was a loud noise when the motor was turning.

"My God!"

I was still wondering why I couldn't see anything anywhere, and just switched to eagle eye vision, and saw a plane landing not far from me.

Aircraft will be invisible in half a century?

Oh time, are you really going to abandon me?

Immediately afterwards, I was surrounded by a large group of red hostile targets. The red-haired woman gave me a punch in the head. Before I fell to the ground and ate the dirt, I heard her answer:

"Sorry, but I'm Russian."

grass!Russia is also a member of our alliance!Is it really okay for you to treat the great Allied soldiers like this!

"Agent Romanov, are you okay? What about this guy?"

This surname is really Russian!

"I'm fine. Wait until I report to the medical staff. If he... lock him up and check his identity, and find time to arrange a psychiatric evaluation for him. I think he's a bit out of his mind."

I don't need a mental appraisal, and my pocket watch...

Someone came up and poked a needle in my neck, and took away the pocket watch in my hand. When I woke up next time, I was already in a room surrounded by pure white, with only one strange thing on my body. It looks like two pieces of paper hanging on the body one after the other.

Do people in 2011 treat ninety-year-olds like this!

Can you understand a little bit the mood of a person who is forced to be 50 years old in the blink of an eye!

Job Change No.40 Four Steps

Standing in front of the surveillance screen, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.—Nick Fury frowned and stared at the people walking on the screen.

Although few people in the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. have seen the chief's frown stretched for a long time, but the way of frowning with a small peak between the brows is enough to make all the agents deliberately slow down and hold their breath when they pass by the chief.

"What do you think?"

The only person on the scene who could have a normal conversation with the director without changing his expression was Agent Romanov.Natasha, a female agent code-named "Black Widow" who was born in the Soviet Union's mysterious spy training institution "Red House", seemed to have completely ignored the cloud on Fury's face, and even leaned forward and approached the screen with interest. Watching the protagonist inside make all kinds of weird expressions and movements.

"Oh, I gotta say, he's either brilliant or he's probably really, really badly insane."

Before Fury could answer, Natasha had already expressed her thoughts, tsk-tsk at the screen.

"Or maybe he's really from the past."

After Natasha's words, Fury slid an old and yellow file from the table to Natasha while talking.

The female agent picked up the folder, and her slender and soft fingers flipped open the cover gracefully, making several passing male colleagues stare straight at their eyes, until they all felt pain in their knees and turned their heads to Barton angrily. The agent's face was expressionless, and then he limped back to his seat while supporting his painful knee.

"Agent Patton!" Fury nodded to the visitor, "How did it turn out?"

"Well..." Agent Patton shrugged, looking helplessly at his officer, whose face was as dark as a pan all year round, "omit all the science that I can't spell Blah Blah Blah, the only word I can spell is 'no Know"."

"uh-huh."

Fury raised an eyebrow and turned his gaze back to the screen. Enzo's eyes widened and he was rolling his eyes in a very slow, ghost-like way. Obviously he didn't know that he was being monitored. .

"So we're dealing with a historical figure from World War II who somehow stayed young until the Cold War and somehow got here."

Agent Patton, who hadn't read the file yet, opened his eyes wide to express his surprise.

"Maybe we should check for the guard booth that popped up?"

Natasha and Fury turned around at the same time and looked at Barton with a look of "You are enough!"

"What's wrong! Don't you all watch TV dramas?"

As a high-quality man who takes care of family and work, Agent Patton has always felt that his life attitude of not forgetting to entertain after work and keeping closely connected with the times at any time is simply a model of modern busy urban life.

Although the few people who know about it are secretly rumoring that the so-called "quality life attitude" comes from the inexplicable fear of the father who is often unable to go home, for fear that one day he will not understand what the child is saying when he enters the house.

Clint Barton declined to comment at this point.

"I'll ask Stark for his opinion. Agent Romanov, go and talk to him. As for you, Agent Patton, report to Agent Coulson. You are going on a business trip to New Mexico."

As the order came to an end, the chief also turned around, his black windbreaker made a sharp arc in the air, and left aggressively.

Natasha and Collins witnessed that other colleagues switched to a lively working state within three seconds, and exchanged a look that only internal staff could understand before performing their tasks.

In fact, they all felt that sometimes Nick seemed to be more suitable for a domineering title like "Village Master" than the title of director.

It's just that no one dared to suggest that Fury change his title in front of Fury himself.

***

I figured there must be something else in here - besides the walls and the hospital bed, there should at least be a monitor or something.

But after looking around, I don't think I have found anything similar.

Or is the camera half a century later too small to be seen by the naked eye?

"Hello! Is anyone there?"

"Ciao!"

"Hola!"

I took turns using every language I could think of, but with no response or response, I almost began to believe that there really was no one watching here.

Maybe it's some kind of psychological warfare?Isolating people alone made him fearful and then broke through his defenses in one fell swoop?

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