Marvel's Venom starts with Hydra undercover

Chapter 225, Captain America returns, the remnants of the old era
On the streets of Manhattan, the weather is still sunny today.

Steve Rogers was sitting outside a coffee shop, staring at the clear sky in a daze. He had just woken up from a deep sleep for two days, and he still felt a little dazed from time to time.

He was wearing a somewhat old-fashioned plaid shirt, and a brown jacket was still on the chair next to him.

Although his dress is very old-fashioned, with his handsome appearance and strong figure, his old-fashioned look does not look too dazzling. Instead, it makes people wonder whether he is wearing something retro on purpose.

Steve Rogers just stared at the sky in a daze. Although he acted a little strange, there were still young girls coming up to talk to him, asking for his phone number or other contact information.

"Sorry, I don't have a phone number, and I don't have the software you mentioned. To be honest, I don't have a mobile phone yet." Steve said sincerely and seriously.

Faced with such an answer, the young girl looked in disbelief at first, and then felt that she was being played. She glared at him angrily and left with a dark face, muttering something in her mouth. It doesn't sound like a nice thing to say.

Seeing this situation again, Steve scratched his head in embarrassment.

This was already the third time. Every time he finished explaining his reasons, the girls who wanted to contact him felt like they were being tricked. Some even looked around to see if anyone was filming nearby, leaving him confused. .

"If telling the truth hurts, maybe I should tell a white lie."

For example, the street corner not far to his right, in his memory, used to be a leather shoe factory.

Every time he came over, he would go around to the back alley to see if there were any scrapped leather shoes that could be repaired. He had no extra money to buy a new pair of leather shoes, so he could only use this method to support his family.

Maybe he shouldn't have woken up at all and had been sleeping in the ice and snow, just like everyone thought, dying like a legend.

At that time, he would pass by there every day. The road there was full of potholes and there were always many dirty puddles.

"But what should I say?" Steve took a sip of coffee, thought for a moment and shook his head.

Time flies, and now the leather shoe factory has long been demolished and replaced by a sophisticated cafe.

As an old antique who had just woken up from a deep sleep, he was so out of touch with this era that he didn't even know how to tell a reasonable lie.

This familiar city is no longer what he used to be. Although some similar traces can still be seen in the layout, it has generally changed into a completely different look.

His legendary story has come to an end, and that glorious, war-torn era has also ended. Captain America has become a thing of the past. He is like a concentrated remnant soul of that era, floating here, wandering with nowhere to settle.

Instead of waking up like now, in an era where he is not needed and does not belong to him.

Well-dressed men and women were coming in and out of the door. They were sitting by the window drinking coffee and talking about the future in the sunshine outside. The smiles on their faces were bright and sunny, unlike him who was full of bitterness and confusion.

As a person who has been out of touch with the times for 70 years, how should he live in today's society? Everything he was once familiar with has become a memory, buried in the past with time.

Just like the outdated and old-fashioned clothes on his body, he himself has long been outdated and is completely incompatible with the bright city and the advanced and developed society today. Thinking of this, Steve sighed and stopped being dazed. He drank all the coffee left in the cup and stood up.

He first put on his sunglasses and then his hat, and left the cafe again with his brown jacket.

As he turned into the next street, a man in a suit and tie walked up to him and whispered to him: "Captain, we can go, the headquarters is ready, Chief Colson is waiting for you. "

Hearing the words of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent beside him, Steve nodded, and then followed the other person into a car on the roadside, and then drove out of the city.

Along the way, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent kept looking at Steve with the rearview mirror in front of him. Although it had been two days since the agency sent him to follow Steve, he still felt very excited. Every time I see it I ask myself if this is a dream.

People who could only be seen on TV and comics before appeared before him alive. No matter how he thought about it, he felt it was very magical.

"Do you know that software? It's the kind of software that seems to be able to chat?" Steve suddenly turned his head and looked at the agent driving through the rearview mirror in front of him.

The agent was stunned when he heard this, then nodded and said: "I know that software, I use it too, do you need one too?"

"I think I might need one, and a phone number." Steve nodded and continued to look out the window.

"Understood, I will report to the commander and implement it as soon as possible." the agent responded.

Although he wanted to agree directly, according to the work process, he did not have this authority. All matters and requests about Steve needed to be reported to Chief Colson first, and Chief Colson would judge them before they were implemented.

The vehicle was driving on a suburban road, and soon entered a forest, and then arrived in front of a gray-looking building.

In the large square in front of the building, a Quinjet was parked here. Coulson was standing not far from the Quinjet's airport, wearing sunglasses and quietly watching the car getting closer.

He folded his hands in front of him, still holding a stack of cards in his hands, flipping them from time to time, raising them for a while, and kept mumbling something in his mouth.

When the car stopped in front of him, he took a deep breath, as if he mustered up the courage to do something.

But as soon as he made a move, the agent in the driver's seat had already got out of the car. He nodded at him and said, "Sir, Captain Rogers has already arrived."

When the agent nodded to Coulson, Rogers opened the car door and got out of the car, then looked at Coulson and nodded.

Upon seeing this, Colson quickly responded with a smile, swallowed nervously, and then put the things in his hands back into his trouser pockets.

"The plane is ready, let's set off now." Coulson said as he took his hand out of his trouser pocket and pointed to the Quinjet next to him.

(End of this chapter)