[Comprehensive] Hero Dogma

How is it, but at that time I can guarantee that the entire 107th Infantry Regiment is not the only one who falsified information!Remember Eric?Communications soldier of our team, do it!He himself said that there is only one name and address in his entire information that is true, and the other information from the date of birth and other shit and shit belong to his cousin! "

I quickly called up the dark history of those old guys in my mind, as if this would relieve me a little bit of guilt.

"My personal guess is that you are related to the Rebirth Project."

Peggy blinked, and she spoke like a grandmother telling a story: A long time ago...

"Because of Dr. Erskine's guarantee, you joined the army with him, but before Dr. Erskine participated in the Allied Army's plan, he was kept under house arrest by Schmidt for serum research. The only way you might know Dr. Erskine The best chance is in Schmidt's army, but the doctor will never let the Hydra people follow him, and the rebirth project itself is a top secret project, the doctor is not the kind of guy who abuses his power and lets him know casually Joined—so you must have something to do with the Rebirth Project, at least you know the Doctor is making the serum."

The story of the grandmother who sees everything is a little scary!

"Then your performance in the army is not like a recruit at all. I know that the battlefield is a place to hone people. Even when Steve was able to attack the base and rescue a whole team of soldiers at the beginning, I have to say that I will think about it many years later. Thinking about it, it was really bad luck plus the advantage of a sneak attack, and by the way, the captives he rescued were not free, otherwise I couldn't imagine Steve's ending.

Your words... You are not like that at all, your skills have been trained early on, and sometimes I doubt that even well-trained agents are your opponents.This makes your purpose of joining the army more questionable, and your exposure as a military spy is really bad, which makes me understand you even more. "

I feel like I've been mentally attacked in so many ways.

"When I heard that you died, I didn't know whether I was more sad or more relaxed. But one thing is certain, that is Steve and Barnes, especially Barnes, he It's just...desperate. I think if it wasn't for Steve still holding him there, he'd have been swallowed by that hole in his heart."

I can't help but think of Bucky in the palm of Hydra, brainwashed and used by them, and not treated as an asset by humans at all.

James Barnes was swallowed by the hole after all.

Because my mission on the train failed.

I clenched my fists and lowered my head not to meet Peggy's eyes.

"First you, then Barnes, then Steve. You all left. I wanted to say, 'Well, at least all the secrets are buried in time.' And you... you Appeared. It seems to have jumped half a century in time and space."

An old and thin hand suddenly appeared in my lowered sight, gently wrapped around my clenched fist, and patted comfortingly.

"I want to trust you, I want to help you, Enzo. I really do. But..."

Paige sighed, and it sounded to me like the sigh my dad used to rub his temples and shake his head every time I made a mistake.

I think I understand.

If it were me, a guy full of mysteries came suddenly, even if he never showed any malice, I think I can treat him as a friend.But it is definitely not the kind of friend who can hand over his back and trust with all his heart.

That's why Bucky and Steve are special to me. They accepted a friend who has secrets and secrets. Not only that, but Bucky and I have been on the battlefield side by side so many times. There was a tinge of doubt in him.

Instead, I've been hiding it from everyone, convincing myself that I just want to do great things, to be a hero.So these concealments are white lies - even I didn't lie at all, I just didn't say it.

Actually, I just don't want to be guarded by that drab farmstead, guarded by inexplicable prophecies: assassins, templars, forerunners and all that shit.Then I covered this reason with a beautiful package and proudly displayed it for everyone to see.

To put it bluntly, I'm just brainwashing myself.

As a result, everyone who cared about me, everyone I cared about was hurt.

"I can't go on like this." This thought became clearer and clearer in my head every time.

I gotta do something, the really right thing, to help the ones I'm still here to save—like Bucky.

And my chance is in front of me, Peggy Carter, one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D., her words definitely have weight, and more importantly, she is willing to believe me, as long as I give the same trust and put my secret in her unfold in front of you.

"Peggy." I took a deep breath and looked up, looking directly into Peggy's old but not cloudy eyes.

"I'm here, Enzo." She nodded with a smile, something sparkled in her eyes.

"Something... I need to tell you. I hope it's not too late..."

"No, it won't." She shook her head, her tone was gentle and encouraging, "It's never too late."

"Thank you, Paige. First I have to tell you something very important. Besides me, Bucky—Sergeant Barnes, he is not dead. Hydra caught him and put him Brainwashing control, let him... Peggy? Peggy, what's wrong with you, Peggy?"

Agent Carter's eyes widened as I said, and then suddenly grabbed his heart tightly, rolled his eyes and fell back.

"Fuck!"

I didn't know where to put my nervous hands and feet. Of course, I didn't need to think too much at this time, because the dozen or so guns that broke into the house were pointed at me and ordered me to stay away from Agent Carter. It can only be held in the back of the head.

...Oh my God, I just want to confess finally!

Maybe the content is really too exciting for old people...a little bit?

Job transfer step (worm)

I heard that from today on I will be a civil servant.

It is the kind of job where the state manages food and housing, and in the future there will be pensions to receive, drink tea every day, go to the park, walk the dog... walk the mouse, and you can have food and a house.

How to feel a little happy.

Now I think even the black one-eyed marinated egg looks a lot more pleasing to the eye.After all, after I accidentally made Peggy's blood pressure soar and passed out, I was mentally prepared to spend my whole life in a dark room. Maybe the only way to escape was to spend ten years digging a tunnel with a spoon.

I didn't expect such a good job that fell from the sky to exist!

"Can you stop looking at me like that, Agent Mills."

Braised eggs... oh no, now it's the dear (payroll) Chief, who is wiping the sweat from his brow while sliding a briefcase with an eagle totem from the table in front of me.

"Here's the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. code, your dorm key, and your phone."

When the director was talking, I poured out the things in the bag other than the code: a key and a small device the size of a palm. I saw a lot of advertisements for this thing when I was nesting in Stark's house. But when I actually got it in my hands, I realized that this thing is quite interesting.

"You have two days to pack and pack your things, and then teach me how to answer the phone." The director pointed to the door, telling me to get out, "I hope you can be quick and efficient when the task is formally assigned to you." Reaction."

"no problem!"

I exit the chief's office, ready to study my new home and these new technological gadgets.

Maybe I'll have to ask Sharon what Peggy's phone number is, and I'll be the first to call her to thank her when I learn how to use a cell phone.

Thank you for opening up the resources of S.H.I.E.L.D. for me to use—directly parachuting into an official agent (I always feel that the level of authority is not very low) means that I have the opportunity to use the large amount of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s intelligence resources to investigate to the fullest. No matter how good Hydra is at hiding, I believe that with the abilities of Peggy and Howard, the organization created by the two of them must have a way to fish these cunning little reptiles out of the gutter!

──The premise is that I really have time to sit down and check it out!

"First time on a mission? You look bad."

The agent sitting next to me spoke to me as he adjusted his position in his seat.While talking, he compared his eye circles with his fingers, implying that my dark circles are very obvious.

I guess he thought I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night because of the nervousness of the first mission or something.

"no."

Shaking my head, I tried my best to get rid of the groggy mind.

"Oh."

He nodded, and when I thought he didn't mean to continue entangled in this topic, and planned to squint a little during the flight to refresh himself, he spoke again:

"That must be a continuous mission. I guess, 72 hours?"

"It's close, doubling the hours is the correct answer."

"Oh my god!"

He showed a painful expression, looked me up and down, and then nodded slowly.

"You must have offended Fury somewhere. The last time I was on a continuous mission for more than 100 hours, it was because the object to be protected was accidentally hit by a stray bullet. Fury agreed to a bunch of messy conditions before he agreed to be a god." Shield to assist. What have you done?"

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