Chapter 137 Future Plans

   "Steve..."

   "Carter..."

  In the dimly lit ward, two men and women who had been separated for 70 years were in tears. For too long, the handsome young man of the past is still handsome and handsome, but the British beauty has been dying for years and has run out of oil.

   "I'm back, Carter!"

   "Just come back, just come back!" Carter stretched out his wrinkled, dry hand and gently stroked Steve's face, and the two whispered about their longing.

  Outside the ward, Coleson, who was holding a handkerchief, and several female agents who took care of Carter also wiped their tears.

   "I don't agree, he is a fighter! How can you do such a thing?" On a Chevrolet driving on Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, Nick Fury was driving incompetently and furiously.

"Why, didn’t the captain dance for a few months before going to the battlefield? Isn’t it good for him to be an actor now? Besides, a veteran who has been frozen for seventy years, you just woke up thinking about doing it again. He drew on your chariot? Why, S.H.I.E.L.D. is about to unify the world and start recruiting soldiers? Doesn’t that require more money?" Fisher’s frivolous words came from the other end of the phone, as well as water and female voices laughing and laughing. .

  "……"

   "If you don't speak, I will treat it as your default!"

"impossible!"

   "I won't tell you anymore, I added Steve's phone number last time, I will contact him directly!"

  After hanging up, Fisher dropped the phone on the table and sat up from the plastic recliner. Kate, wearing a patch swimsuit to protect the main points, got out of the huge and empty swimming pool like a mermaid.

   "Would you like to have a meeting together?"

  "I'm an expert!" Fisher took off his sunglasses, took a few steps, and then plunged into the water like a big letter.

   "What kind of expert are you?"

   "Can't you be a splash expert?"

  Then the two played in the swimming pool of the luxury villa. If you can catch my game, after all, the life of the rich is so perverted.

"By the way, we have spent such a lot of work, are you just sitting and watching S.H.I.E.L.D. control the captain?" After some playfulness, Kate walked ashore without any traces of her body, lying on a recliner and tossing herself with sunscreen. Summer The sunshine is just right, coupled with the breeze that comes, sunbathing is the best.

   "Control Captain America? You underestimated this old man!" Fisher picked up the juicer and made himself a glass of ice-cold juice, took a big sip, and plunged into the water again.

   "Although Captain Steve Rogers doesn't know much about the world in 70 years, Ms. Carter knows it!"

   "But aren't they all together?" Kate propped up curiously, and gravitational sag appeared.

   "If you are a dying old man and find out that your male ticket when you were young will be sent to the battlefield by the government again, would you agree?"

   "That's definitely not promised!"

   "So Ms. Carter will definitely persuade the captain to retire from the rapids, find a wife with peace of mind, a stable job, and live a happy life!"

   "Will the captain agree?" Kate sat up agitatedly, and shook her chest vigorously.

"Are you still thinking about cheerleader shooting gy? Throw away your nasty thoughts. If you want to shoot, you will also shoot some war films or spy films!" Fisher can only feel that the capital world is harmful to people and poisons minors. Physically and mentally, but cheerleader filming is what he has always wanted to do. Let Captain America play the role of Captain America. Well, dolls are really fun! Maybe in the future, I can still take Thor, Iron Man, or something to shoot the Justice League, and then take it when I go to find Wonder Woman.

The facts are just as Fisher expected. Carter talked a lot about it, until he couldn’t bear to sleep, and he didn’t give up until he could not bear to sleep. Naturally, what he said to the effect is that today’s wars are no longer as clear-cut as they used to be, and he should work hard to adapt. Society, and then live your own happy life.

  But how much does the captain hear? Rarely, a veteran has slept for 70 years, and the world he knows is no longer there. Under this kind of unaccompanied situation, he can only subconsciously, or passively accept all information from S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Ministry of Defense, because These are things that he is still a little familiar with, but they are more about Dr. Erkins’ Super Soldier Potion than they value themselves. In this case, he suddenly thought of Fisher because he was the number one. A guy who is still telling jokes after seeing himself.

"Hello, Mr. Fisher! I'm... Rogers, Steve Rogers, the last time we saw..." The US team, which took more than ten minutes to dial out its first smart phone, was quite embarrassed. mean.

   "Ah, captain, how is it, is it a pleasure to visit relatives?" Fisher on the other end of the phone put down the pda in his hand, motioned for the senior meeting to continue, and walked out of the room by himself.

"Well, very good, she was very happy, and then we talked for a long time, uh, it is like this, I am working hard to integrate into this world, but...I, hope, you can help me with some suggestions...um... "

   "Of course, no problem, where are you now?"

   "I just returned to New York... still at the international airport..."

   "Okay, wait a while, I'll be there soon!" Fisher put down the phone after speaking.

   "John, give me the keys to your duke!"

  Just as Steve was about to be interrogated by the airport police, a black classic muscle car roared and appeared on the road.

   "Wow!" Seeing the roaring engine and the retro style, Steve couldn't help but shine.

   "Let's go Captain, have a drink together!" Fisher opened the car door and invited.

   "Just call me Steve!" The US team got into the car, with some surprises in their eyes.

  "That's OK, Steve, let’s talk about our evening arrangements first. Let’s have an authentic Texas barbecue first, then go to the football game, and finally have a drink. This is my suggestion to you!"

"Sounds, very good!" Steve instantly remembered the days he used to watch football games with his good friends. Fisher's unpretentious attitude made him a lot more comfortable, especially those agents who admired him. His eyes were hot and hot, and that feeling was even more uncomfortable than a German machine gun swept over his head.

   "Well, yes, it's almost atmosphere!" Fisher took out a CD, stuffed it into the machine, and then shook his head in the sound of music.

"This is all the classic old songs you missed. Do you know Elvis, Martin Luther King, the Kennedy assassination, and the Watergate incident! These are the big news that you missed! Today, I will give you a good one. Make up lessons!"

  (End of this chapter)