[Comprehensive] Hero Dogma

The case is no, Enzo. "

My sincere eye didn't work!

"You're not the nice Steve I know, who are you! What have you done to the Steve I know?"

I can't believe he's actually going to put me in this super-enhanced deluxe prison.I mean, the complex is great, I love the jacuzzi and the water beds, but it's one thing to live here, it's another thing to be locked up here.

Steve was stunned for a second, and then showed a dumbfounding expression.

"My God, Enzo! You really are a drama queen."

"How?" I bared my teeth at him with a gloomy face, "I was born in a family of melancholy assassins, I can still entertain myself? I'm not saying that, I was directly in Schmidt's nine years old with my acting skills. An undercover agent in the Snake Army!"

"Oh! That's pretty remarkable." Steve blinked, throwing the towel into the nearby laundry basket. "I guess that was before we met?"

"Yeah, I don't want to spend my life on a farm listening to those 'Templars everywhere' threats." I folded my arms and frowned as I thought about all the fights I'd had with my family. "So I ran away. So... to a certain extent, I am quite similar to my eldest nephew, we are both rebellious youths, but I am a little crazier than him, I left the United States and went to Europe directly."

"I see...but why Schmidt? He shouldn't have been a 'Red Skull' then?"

"No. He was pretty normal back then, from a Nazi point of view." I shrugged, "Picked him purely because Hydra was Hitler's fledgling science department at the time—damn me back then I don't know how old this organization is! All in all, Hitler was a member of the Templars, so I think even if you can't directly assassinate Hitler, you can make money by destroying his science department, right? More importantly── Everyone will know my name."

"Let me get one thing straight... your plan to become famous is real? Isn't it a joke?"

"Hmm~"

"It's unbelievable." Steve looked like he'd met me for the first time, "I may not know much about your Assassin history, but I'm pretty sure that even 70 years ago, the way to get big was the same. It’s not just about assassinating Nazi officers.”

"You won't understand, Steve. Whether it's Sprouts Steve or Captain America Steve, you won't understand if you're in the sun all the time."

I shake my head, thinking I'm finally beginning to understand why Bucky keeps his distance even though he's thinking about Steve.

"Then try to make me understand, explain it to me." Steve's tone was very flat. If there is anything that hasn't changed in 70 years since the serum, it should be Steve's kind of stupid persistence.

And I know very well that this persistence will not be shaken, otherwise that little bean sprout would not be leading a group of superheroes here today.

"Okay. Come to think of it, your entire family are assassins who have been silently fighting the Templars for millennia lest they really begin to rule over all mankind, and also guarding against the end of the world that will come one day in the future— A doomsday that not even the First Civilization, which was many times stronger than humans, could stop."

I took a deep breath.

"What we are doing... Let's say it is a 'necessary evil', in order to protect human beings from being persecuted by corrupt authorities. 'Cultivating in the dark and serving the light.' This is what Machiavelli said at the time. The definition of an assassin..."

"Wait, Machiavelli? The Machiavelli who wrote The Prince?"

"Surprise! That's him. But it doesn't matter, what I'm trying to say is—I don't like that definition. We—my family, the family of all the Assassin brothers and sisters, we've done so much for humanity, got What? Most people won't even leave a name in history, just a cold case or a horrible murder, and people will even mourn the Templar who played with them for most of their lives."

Steve's blue eyes looked sad.

"More importantly... times have changed. Look, now is almost an era of no privacy and no secrets! How long can the assassins hide? Until one day the Templars directly overthrow our hometown, and put it in front of all mankind. Shall we all be stamped with the terrorist's stamp and never turn over again? No! I won't let that happen."

I'm going to bring the assassin to the sun.

I want to plant the assassin's back in people's eyes in the most shocking and unforgettable way.

I want to be a hero, and hang a signboard for all the assassins to blind the Templars, so that even if they want to discredit the assassins, they must first vomit three liters of blood!

"That's all. The explanation is over."

I let out a long breath, strode past Steve, and just stepped out of the door of the gym when I saw Bucky leaning against the wall with an expression of "I just arrived and didn't hear anything".

"What are you doing?" I walked past Bucky with a sombre tone that even surprised me.He didn't say anything, he just automatically followed me and walked beside me unhurriedly.

"Nothing. It's just...you shouldn't have said that to Steve."

"Varied……"

"Ah, don't get me wrong." Bucky raised his hand to block my words before I got there, "I mean, you gotta get ready for 'I'm really worried about you' from Steve for 24 hours Caring, that's scary."

"Tell me something I don't know." I rolled my eyes, maintaining an indifferent attitude towards the intensive care from Steve, anyway, I'm locked up here anyway, right?

"Okay." Bucky nodded kindly, "You've been on the front page for a week straight, congratulations."

"What? Is this real?" I snatched the newspaper from Bucky, because it was rolled up for a long time and there were obvious creases on the side photo, but I still couldn't hide that I was in the photo A cold and cool side face.

"Oh my god, I'm so handsome! I'm going to cut out this picture and put it on the wall of my room."

This miserable day is finally a bit of a good thing.

***

Bucky worriedly watched Enzo stepping lightly back to the room to start his collage work, shaking his head with a wry smile on his lips.

"Don't be persuaded by him, Steve." Bucky knew who the footsteps belonged to without turning his head. "Don't let him out of the building."

"Don't worry, Buck." Steve patted Bucky on the shoulder. "Jarvis has been watching him. How's the Abstergo thing going?"

"Ha, his eldest nephew sleepwalks on that machine every day, and he doesn't know what he dreamed of." Bucky waved his hand irritably, "Hydra is very restless, one Pierce collapsed, the others The leader is also restless. Last night I got rid of three teams, each of which is equivalent to Rumlow's special combat level. They hate Enzo."

Steve nodded knowingly, "But Enzo is very depressed. If you ask me, it's not a problem to keep people locked up like this."

"It's okay, I'm here." Bucky raised his eyebrows at Steve triumphantly, just like the expression that the high-spirited Barnes would make when they were little kids, "Speaking of which, I have to go more Thinking of a few ideas, how about I get him a FB fan professional, Jarvis can help like it.”

"Uh... not bad?"

"I feel the same way. I don't even want to see the newspaper for the next half a month, even with the front page for a whole week."

"great, good luck?"

"Thank you!"

Steve was standing alone in the corridor, and suddenly he felt a heavy pot on his back.

Touching his chest, he felt a little tired.

Go talk to Tony.

Job Change No.90 One Step

The only disadvantage of having a Da Vinci in the circle of friends is probably having to endure his incomprehensible birdsong from time to time.

"Did someone talk just now?" I blinked and looked at the clock on the wall. "I feel like there's been a... 10 minute gap in my memory."

No one speaks.

Dr. Banner pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers and shook his head. The expression on Tony's face was blank, and the eldest nephew sat on the Animus machine without saying a word.

"Honestly, besides himself... well maybe this guy with a Ph.D., did anyone else understand what he said?"

I decided to help myself get some supporters.As he asked, he slowly turned his gaze away from the others. Bucky rested his cheek with one hand, and swiped his phone with the other hand to see the new photo that Peggy helped Gherkin update in the community.

"Bucky, don't go back to LOL, try something new."

Having said that, I pulled out my phone to find the message Bucky just replied to and liked it for him.

"Don't push him, Enzo." Steve shook his head with a disapproving expression, "It's great that he can learn a LOL! What does BAMF mean? Why do people always say that I am this BAMF?"

I leaned over to read the message posted by Steve. Someone took a picture of Steve holding a shield and knocking the bad guys over and posted it on Twitter, with a sentence: "Did you see this trick! What a BAMF !"

"Ah! That's short for BadAssMotherFucker." Tony leaned closer, and from my angle it seemed to me that his eyes were focused on Steve's tight body line from punching hard in the photo-especially the ass. .