[Comprehensive] Hero Dogma

He turned the bacon over, shook the sizzling pan, and opened his mouth slowly.

"Say what?" Bucky handed me a bagel that had been split in half to my left, and waited for me to put the bacon on it.

"Actually, you don't remember Steve at all, do you?" I continued to shake the pan, watching the fat on the edge of the bacon gradually fry and turn a beautiful yellow color, "You pretended not to remember him on purpose."

The hand holding the bagel trembled, but soon returned to a stable state.

"Oh! Alright, then." I scooped up the bacon and put it on the half-cut bagel, and Bucky next to him immediately replaced another bagel skillfully to catch the next one-this one was smeared thick Cheese, a completely different treatment from the previous original bagel.

And we all know whose cheesy bacon bagels belonged to.

Hint: blond hair, boobs.

The one who said Pepper Potts, go to the side and face the wall!

"This is for Stark..." Bucky explained as he picked up the other half of the cheese bagel.

"Then Stark will take this to Steve, because I mentioned to Stark two days ago that Steve seems to like the combination of cheese and bacon under the hint of "someone"..."

here we go again!It's that expression of "hehe, what are you talking about? My brain is so bad that I can't understand. I'm innocent, please explain"!

"Forget it, no matter how you two play, I only care about one thing──"

I point the spatula, still greasy from the fried bacon, to Bucky's nose.

"Take care of your brain, don't let snakes, insects, and messy things play with it again!"

If I play badly again, I'm not sure that I can save it and come back... No, if I can save it again, I don't need to be a hero assassin and just become a brain doctor!Specializes in the treatment of all kinds of amnesia.

Bucky's answer was to take away all the plates with bagels in one go-including the last one I was going to keep for myself, the triple bacon increment version-or take it away in one bite.

"Jane!"

I threw the spatula like a throwing knife, and Zhan Baji shrank his shoulders and twisted his neck, dodging away with a posture that was accurate to the second.

"Hey, Stark asked me to tell you that he made the Animus... oh so hot!"

The missing weapon hit the eldest nephew who walked into the kitchen with a mug.

Ah, what a harmonious and beautiful daily life.

Job Change No.70 Eight Steps

Mr. Pierce is definitely a successful person in the eyes of everyone in society.

Not only has he held an important position in the government since he was young, but now he represents the country in the World Security Agency. His interpersonal influence is so great that even Nick Fury, the unsmiling spy chief of S.H.I.E.L.D., is his good friend.

No matter how you look at it, I think Mr. Pierce's biggest worry is that he has a hairline crisis in middle age, or "sad, yesterday when I played golf with the ambassador of XX country, I twisted my waist and it hurts..." This kind of promotion is far away from ordinary people's daily necessities. Salary troubles.

If Mr. Pierce knew this kind of words, he would definitely flip the table over, and then pull out a gun and bulge the tragic table to calm his anger.

"Come to Rumlow and tell him about the old place."

The assistant's fingers tapped on the keyboard, and after a few minutes, he raised his head again and nodded to Pierce to indicate that he had fulfilled the boss's instructions.

Pierce then picked up the briefcase, picked up the suit jacket and hung it on his arm, with the signature smile of "Accommodating and Good Boss" on his face, he left the office unhurriedly and walked towards the elevator. The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who took the ride greeted each other with homely words.

No one would have thought that just a few minutes ago, the good old Chief Pierce was still in his office, gloomyly cursing Captain America and a large group of people who were too numerous to prepare for death.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Special Forces Captain Rumlow, today's routine is still the same as usual.There is no task that is so important that a special force needs to be dispatched. He only needs to complete the daily fixed drills and follow up the tasks that he has handled before and that are still in progress.As for his identity as another Hydra agent... lurking, if not necessary, there will not be too many activities, and their team lost the ultimate humanoid weapon entrusted to them by the organization not long ago, and now it is the team leader. When you are a human being.

To be honest, the last thing Rumlow wants right now is any notifications from Hydra!

However, the reason why reality is called reality is because he slapped human beings in the face time and time again.

For example, the one that flashed on the phone, whose source cannot be traced, and whose name is Pierce...

"Uncle, we don't have an appointment, is it okay?"

Rumlow put down the phone, buried his head in the crook of his left arm, and knocked on the table with his right hand a few times full of resentment.

"A date! A date!"

His vice-captain and a group of team members have already snatched his mobile phone at the first time, replying with an unprecedented super-high speed to ensure that he will arrive on time, even if the Chitauri turn around and fight back to the earth, artillery fire and nuclear bombs are behind his back If he pursues closely, he will also step on the ashes to arrive at the place agreed with the chief.

And after pressing the "SEND" button, all employees went to the leave application system to fill out the leave application form, and used up all the accumulated leave.

"Captain, we will not forget you."

"Captain, thank you for taking care of me all the time... errrrrrrrrrrrrrr..."

"Team...Captain, if you can come back alive...you know where our emergency funds are kept..."

Rumlow lay on the table, watching his team members with lifeless eyes rushing out with big bags and small bags.

I believe that after the vacation period is over, S.H.I.E.L.D. may not be able to find this group of people even if they turn the world over.This is the escape plan they have planned since the day after they lost the Winter Soldier, so it is guaranteed to be foolproof!

──The premise is to offer the captain as a sacrifice.

The only one who left last was the vice-captain Rollins. Before he left, he put a passport in front of Rumlow.

"Captain, keep it. If you can leave, use this. I don't think they will find this identity in a short time."

Silently waiting for the last team member to rush to the road of survival, Rumlow slowly dragged the passport to his eyes.

The nationality is South African, very good, it is the nationality that mercenaries like them like to hang on.Before Rumlow finished praising his vice-captain in his heart, he almost spat blood on the photo when he opened the inside page of the passport.

The name is "Bridget" and the photo is of him dressed up as Agent Carter in female costume to lure the deranged Winter Soldier back to the base.

Rumlow stuffed the passport into the inner pocket of the tactical vest on his chest with a stiff face.And he made up his mind that he would never use this fake identity unless the knife had been stabbed into his neck.

If people knew that he had been "Bridget", how could he still be in this business!

The special operations captain clutched his little heart riddled with holes, and wobbled toward the old place that Hydra's evil uncle and himself had made an appointment with.

The place of appointment is the moving subway.

Pierce and Rumlow sat shoulder to shoulder, next to a man dozing off in a coat with his hat lowered, and a young woman holding a mobile phone and looking down at the video.On the opposite side sat a few guys in suits who looked like Wall Street beasts, and there were a few hippies with colorfully dyed hair standing in the middle aisle.

A very ordinary subway scene.

If he didn't know that each of these passengers was Hydra in disguise.

"Someone saw assets 'over there', what do you think?" Pierce looked down at his clenched hands, and said without raising his head.

"..." Rumlow swallowed, not daring to answer.

"Besides, according to 'there', our assets have been robbed of other people's assets, and they have caused a lot of damage."

"..." Rumlow twisted his neck and changed his sitting position.

"When I heard it, I thought it was not right, so I told people, 'Impossible, our property is under the care of our best subordinates. The people sent by Tiger seemed to be arguing.

"..." Rumlow tapped his lower back, sadly, getting old and always suffering from back pain seems to be time to retire.

"But someone showed me a surveillance video. It was very short, only a few seconds and the picture was not clear. Do you know what I saw? I saw our assets!" Pierce suddenly stretched out his hand while talking. He patted his thigh.

The sound of "Slap!" made Rumlow feel as if a slap had been slapped on his face.

Actually, "Bridget" is a good name too, isn't it?The name comes from Northern Europe, which means noble and honorable.

Rumlow couldn't even remember how he got out of the car. Pierce didn't mean to blame him for every word he said, but he could hear it clearly. Said, even heading straight to Abstergo's headquarters!

After staying in Hydra for a long time, Rumlow not only has a deeper understanding of the two words of cruelty and inhumanity, but also has a little understanding of the past grievances and grievances of those organizations that are determined to unify the earth.

Like knowing that the boss of the Abstergo Corporation is a Templar, and that Hydra is a little bit like a Templar... well, one mountain can't have two tigers?

Originally, it was to maintain the harmony on the surface, but now it was caught by others and ready to be torn apart.Of course, Pierce hopes that Rumlow can get the Winter Soldier back—if he can't get it back, he will disappear from the earth!

Failing that, Hydra could definitely make Rumlow disappear from the face of the earth.