[Comprehensive] Hero Dogma

Dodge metal debris from the sky while rushing forward to assist the evacuation of the sky carrier.

"Mom, who's that gentleman in the car? Is he one of the Avengers too?"

The little boy tightly grasped the front of his mother's clothes, and cautiously poked his head out to see Enzo's face clearly in the driver's seat.

"No, he's not!" Another child—the kind of kid king at first glance—crossed his hands on his chest and looked like a little adult answered his friend's question, "The Avengers are Captain America, Iron Man , that big green guy and the hammer man!"

Resisting the urge to slam on the brakes and let the kid fly out of the window, Enzo tried to sound friendly: "Brother, you forgot Hawkeye and Black Widow..."

"They're not cool!"

"...Hawkeye will cry, bro. And Natasha will show you the definition of cool with her thighs."

"Whatever! Who are you? A servant of the hero?"

If their destination wasn't right in front of them, Enzo swore he would have figured out a way to make this under-smoking brat accidentally disappear into a trash can in Scovia.

As an assassin who had just saved an Earth not long ago, Enzo felt that the label "hero's follower" made him a little bit uncomfortable.Looking back now, he was really a little bit close to sacrifice to this planet forever──If he didn't have a partner who was particularly curious about alien technology, and if this partner's mind was not so good, or if this partner's Not quick enough to smash the mysterious pedestal before he was incinerated...

In a nutshell, if it weren't for the 24 hours that Stark once asked him to play with the Apple of Eden, plus Bucky's iron arm supernatural power (plus Steve's good at frisbee...shield), now It will probably be Enzo's posthumous photo instead of himself that will appear here.

"Can you believe it, I'm just a follower level—a follower!" Jumping out of the car, Enzo made an obscene gesture to the back of the kid, "Looking around, who is worthy of my coolness?" A domineering follower?"

The Winter Soldier's feet piled up a mountain of metal that kept rising.In the face of Enzo's grievances, he proposed an answer that he thought was quite suitable:

"Don't worry, no one wants you as a follower, I don't dislike it."

"thanks……"

Bucky flicked the hair sticking to his eyes with sweat, and smoothed out a group of robots again, "Which one of us is with whom, why are you polite."

"I suddenly felt that New York, Avengers, etc., the water here is a bit deep, maybe I should go to Chicago to develop first, and come back after a few years with some achievements."

Enzo looked sadly at the surrounding partners who slammed the Ultron robot fiercely, and his Hidden Blade and Pistol were completely useless.

"I'll call Aiden...huh?"

"Uh, actually, he changed his number, just, a few minutes ago."

Bucky smashed his mobile phone with a normal expression, and the screen was showing Enzo broadcasting the number to Aiden Pierce.

"Don't worry, I'm pretty sure he's fine. Maybe he's on his way to vacation now. It's said that S.H.I.E.L.D. has been interested in taking a vacation in Tahiti recently. Maybe he's gone too after seeing the system secretly and thinking it's good? "

"I'm sorry to interrupt the time between the two of you, but should we always attack?"

Tony's voice in the earphones sounded serious at first glance, but the rising tone at the end of the sentence still couldn't hide the ridicule.

"Understood, this will pass."

Finally, after quickly confirming that he had enough ammunition, Bucky ran towards the location of Ultron in the city center, while raising his hand and making a "follow me" gesture.

"Follow up, follower!"

After standing there silently for a while, Enzo pouted and followed slowly.

A follower is a follower... Anyway, the adjective "heroic" is prefixed, isn't it?

Wait... Recently, I seem to feel that I am getting more and more easy to compromise. Is it because I am getting older and have lost my fighting spirit for life, and I just want to retire and go home to grow flowers?

Alas, this is not possible, I have to set a more ambitious goal for myself.There is always something to pursue in life.

──My name is Enzo Mills. Born on February 1916, 2, I am an assassin, and I should be regarded as a hero. My future goal is to conquer the sea of ​​stars with my dear (black out).

Who's darling you ask (cross out again)?You will be fined to recopy everything from Chapter 1!

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So, the whole play ends.

The author said the civil war or something ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

I lost the shield on the other side, and I was so embarrassed, the big shield made by Howard! Huo Daddy’s true love!!!

steve you evil man

Thanks to everyone who accompanied this article all the way... Ah no, little angels!

All the landmines and messages of encouragement are so warm!

love you >333