Marvel turns into Iron Man

Later that day, Rogers followed Sam to find a restaurant on the side of the street to eat something.

After that, he rode his beloved baby motorcycle down the street and returned to his residence.

He's been with S.H.I.E.L.D. ever since he was salvaged and thawed out of the ice.

Even these residences, as well as his precious motorcycle, were provided to him by S.H.I.E.L.D.

He can get a monthly salary of [-] U.S. dollars, and a pension of [-] U.S. dollars subsidized by Miss Stark.

The reason was that using the elderly gave her a strong sense of guilt, so she forcibly gave Rogers, a 70-year-old senior, a retirement pension.

In fact, S.H.I.E.L.D. is a sharing system, and the monthly salary is fixed according to the security level of the agent.

There is a corresponding budget for each mission, and the loot obtained in the mission will also be settled in US dollars and distributed.

It just depends on how much help the agents can provide when they are in action, and most agents will have no complaints.

People like Rogers and Coulson, who have level [-] security clearance, have a basic salary of [-] US dollars per month.

A new agent like Daisy who only has a second-level security clearance only has a basic salary of two thousand dollars a month.

However, Miss Stark, who has tenth-level authority on the surface, does not have the subsidy of [-] US dollars that should be given.

Because she is only a name, and there is a special salary allocation for her, so the $[-] is gone.

Although Miss Stark complained about this, it has nothing to do with Rogers.

Parking his precious motorcycle downstairs, Rogers went straight up the stairs.

This old-looking apartment was also prepared by S.H.I.E.L.D., but the rent still has to be paid and will not be reimbursed.

When Rogers walked up the stairs to the third floor, what he saw was his young and beautiful female neighbor.

"—oh, that's sweet, you're so sweet, dear."

The female neighbor was holding a laundry basket full of clothes, holding a phone in one hand and trying to close the door with the other.

It's just that the large laundry basket on the chest is really in the way, so it's hard for her to close the door.

Rogers walked up to her, stretched out his hand in a gentlemanly manner, and helped her close the door.

"Sorry, I have to hang up and call you later."

He hung up the call on his mobile phone, then looked up at Rogers who was standing aside.

"Thanks, friend—it's my aunt, she's having trouble sleeping."

The female neighbor took two steps back, put the laundry basket in her arms on the handrail of the stairs, and said with a slow sigh of relief.

Afterwards, a rather embarrassing but bright smile appeared on her face.

The other party's reaction just happened to make Rogers feel a little funny, and he laughed twice.

"Actually, if you want—you can use my washing machine, which is probably cheaper than the one in the basement."

Rogers shrugged slightly, and said with a smile.

"Oh yeah, how much cheaper is that?"

The girl seemed to like his tricks, with an expression of interest written all over her face.

"Probably...maybe a cup of coffee would be enough?"

After thinking about it, Rogers decided to give up the rogue-like statement and said it half-jokingly.

"Oh, thanks, but I've got a bucket downstairs."

"And you wouldn't want to wash my things...I just got back from the contagious ward."

And the girl seemed to be aware of his intention to strike up a conversation, so she immediately rejected Rogers' invitation with a smile.

"Okay, I get it, I'll keep my distance—"

Rogers smiled awkwardly and shrugged his shoulders to show that he was a little scared.

"—and don't get too far away."

The girl muttered something in a low voice, but Rogers didn't hear it.

If he heard this rather interesting words, I don't know what he would do.

"By the way, it looks like you forgot to turn off your record player when you left."

And just as Rogers took out the key and was about to open the door, the female neighbor added as if she remembered something.

"Oh-ok, thank you for reminding me, I found out."

Rogers stood at the door and said back, still with that smile on his face.

After the girl left, that smile gradually froze.

He hasn't touched the record player that the landlord left behind since he moved here.

But at this moment, even he at the door could hear the music coming from the room clearly.

【Haven't felt like this my dear since can't member when】

【It's been a long time】

【You'll never know how many dreams Idream about you】

【Or just how empty they all seem without you】

(This kind of throbbing is so far away that it is strange, we have really been apart for too long)

(You'll never know how many times I've dreamed about you and everything feels so empty without you around)

The classic sax is intertwined with the lazy female voice, but it evokes Rogers' memories.

Such an old song with a sense of age evoked the memories and fantasies that belonged only to him when he was young.

But being classic doesn't mean Rogers didn't know someone had slipped into his apartment.

This made him choose to open the door gently, and tiptoed slowly into the room.

The room was still dark, and Rogers didn't hesitate to turn on the light in the room, but just walked in lightly.

It's still not clear who is breaking into the apartment room, friend or foe, and what's the purpose, so it's always useful to be careful.

The sound of music filled every corner of the room, and Rogers took back the vibrating gold shield placed in the corridor of the living room.

He remembered clearly that the record player was at the corner of the back room. He poked his head out from the corner and saw a person.

Sure enough, a pitch-black thing nestled on his somewhat old armchair.

Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., was sitting slumped on the sofa at this time, his index finger was still tapping gently on the armrest along with the music.

"—I don't remember ever giving you the keys to the apartment."

Rogers took a long breath, calmed down, and put the shield back against the wall.

"Seriously, do you really think I'll need it?"

"My wife kicked me out, I have nowhere to go."

Hearing Rogers' voice, Nick Fury slowly sat up from the sofa and stared at him blankly.

PS:

I always feel that NO.13 agent is flirting with the captain