In American comics, all your teammates are the main characters and bosses

Chapter 57: Nick Fury plays a broad-minded character
The next day, when Ron woke up, his face was still full of dissatisfaction.

TMD, Wake Up Steve was originally thinking that besides finding the Cosmic Cube, another thing he wanted to do was to build another ATM based on Matt's successful experience.

Who knows, I'm trying to make fun of you, but you're stabbing me in the back.

Is it true that nature can overcome evil? That's not right, Captain America, how can a guy born in a capitalist society be so restrained?

After much thought, Ron could only blame it on Steve as a person with problems.

Although they are all superhero comics, Marvel's main focus is on being down-to-earth. Among them, the least down-to-earth one should be Captain America Steve.

Although his growth path is similar to Spider-Man, both are weak and transparent, and gain recognition from others through character and spirit, and have great power. However, unlike Peter Parker, who still worries about his livelihood even with super powers, and even needs his ex-wife's help to barely survive after marriage and divorce, Steve is struggling for freedom in most of the Marvel worlds.

Being ignored, being valued, and then hoping that others are not like myself in childhood, who was bullied and discriminated against just because of my physical weakness.

This virtue, pursued and recognized by all mankind, knows no national boundaries... Of course, there are also many Steves in the universe who do all kinds of bad things, comparable to Marvel's Sun Xiaochuan.

Thinking of this, Ron gradually regained his attitude as a fun person - no matter how great and glorious you Steve are, what can you do? Isn't it that you are still being kicked by eternity? As long as I, Ron, am still in this world, you can't escape from the realm of fun people!

Thinking of Ma, Ron confidently opened the door and walked out. Then, he saw Steve crying and sitting on a chair in the hospital, with a pile of books piled up beside him and a painful look on his face.

Among the pile of books, Ron could vaguely see titles such as "A Modern History of the Earth", "The Fifty Years' War: The United States and the Soviet Union in World Politics", "Genealogy of the Absolutist State", "The Lower Class in America", "Das Kapital", "The Divided United States", and "Rust Zone"...

If anyone else were reading these books, Ron would be the first to shout “Win!”

But now, looking at the disappointment, confusion, and even guilt on Steve's face, Ron immediately realized that the Steve in this garbage can universe was more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.

Noticing Ron's arrival, Steve put down the book in his hand, smiled bitterly, then lowered his head. After a moment of silence, he said with some sadness:
“I’m sorry the world didn’t get off to a good start with my generation…”

Steve covered his face in pain. The morning sunlight shone through the window onto his body, forming hazy light dust under the influence of the Tyndall effect.

"After the war ends, another round of war will come..."

Seeing Stephen's painful expression, Ron couldn't help but pursed his lips - still coming, huh? !

Thinking in his mind, Ron simply took out his cell phone.

After a moment, Nick Fury's hesitant voice came from the other side.

"May I ask you are……"

"Mental hospital, Ron." Ron said bluntly: "Steve is awake, take him away! Damn, I don't want this guy to appear in the mental hospital again!"

"Uh, no requests?"

"No, take him away quickly, or I'll freeze him again!"

"Okay!" Nick Fury nodded impatiently, then said to Coulson beside him, "Take everyone to the mental hospital now to welcome our dear captain - by the way, take the Asians with you, I don't want any large-scale mental disorder to occur again in S.H.I.E.L.D."

Feeling Nick Fury's gaze that seemed to be gritting his teeth and wishing he could kill him the next moment, Coulson nodded quickly, then turned around and called a group of people to prepare to set off.

After hanging up the phone, Ron snorted coldly and turned on the TV next to him.

The morning news is being broadcast on TV. It is midsummer, but the reporter is wearing a thick down jacket, a branded product, Baleno. Although I don't know how Baleno in this world is so popular that it twists the waist, it doesn't matter. In the trash can universe, there is nothing you can't see, only what you can't think of.

Standing at the entrance of the First People's Hospital of New York, next to the Wall Street Rural Credit Union, the old white male reporter wearing a Baleno down jacket said in a trembling but high-spirited voice:
"Due to an unknown special climate disaster, the temperature in New York dropped from a peak of 911 degrees during the day to minus degrees! The sudden drop in temperature has caused many homeless people to face survival problems. At the same time, some residential areas have experienced water and electricity failures due to the sudden drop in temperature. Here, the mayor of New York calls on New Yorkers not to call unless necessary, and to find ways to use their smart materials to solve the current problems."

"Experts suggest that this may be a weather weapon from across the ocean. We should increase our defense capabilities and investment against weather weapons. Also, what is the military doing? Who is working hard, who is committing a crime, and who is not playing as a team. We taxpayers need the government to give an accurate answer!"

"Also, since last night, many people have felt strong phantom pain in their sphincters. Doctors suggest that this may be related to long-term sitting and lack of exercise. Proper anal lifting exercises can strengthen the digestive terminal and prevent the formation of hemorrhoids. It is urgent for office workers to strengthen their exercise..."

"Ohh! Breaking news! Big news!"

The female host said with a shocked look on her face: "The President of the United States encountered the same problem during a diplomatic visit. He suffered from sphincter incontinence due to the intense phantom pain. The big one is coming!"

"Oh my god! Ciri, you are so awesome!"

Ron was shocked as he watched the footage on the news. Unfortunately, just when the "big news was about to come out", the government took action and abruptly cut off the broadcast.

This also made the female host grit her teeth - she finally came across a hot news, but now it was cut off. How could she not be angry? !

Ciri had also just woken up and was doing morning exercises to improve his martial arts. When he saw the news on the morning news, his face turned dark, he took two deep breaths, and turned away in despair.

The Earth is fine, but the Eternal God is connected to the entire universe. I hope Queen Frigga is still willing to guide me...

In Ron's impression, the morning news is always dull and boring, just serving as background music while eating breakfast.

But now, Ron felt his appetite was whetted - the endless fun kept pouring out, washing away the knives Steve brought. While his appetite was whetted, Ron couldn't help but exclaim:
"Ciri, you saved this family!"

"I would rather destroy..."

Feeling exhausted and desperate from the bottom of his heart. Ron ate to have fun, but Ciri really needed to eat. Ron was having fun and had a big appetite, but Ciri felt a blockage in her chest. Not to mention eating, she even had a little breathlessness.

Steve, who was watching the scene on the morning news, couldn't help but clench his fist. Then he punched the table next to him, and the force of the punch shook the thermos cup on it up a few centimeters. The mayor of Taipei saw it and exclaimed that he was an expert.

"What's wrong with the United States?! How can we do politics well with these insects?!"

"Yes, yes, this is the right taste!"

Feeling that Steve was also beginning to have fun, Ron immediately gave a thumbs up and began to add fuel to the fire:

"I'm telling you, I don't think it's working either. It was just a feeling before, but guess what I discovered when I was cooking yesterday?"

"What did you find?"

"I found a piece of paper in the fish's belly with the words 'United States will prosper, maga king!' written on it. There was also a fox barking in the middle of the night! I knew at that moment that it would cause a disaster in the future!"

Ron said with a look of horror: "If we die now, we will die. If we carry out our plan, we will die. If we wait for death, is it okay for the country to die?!"

Hearing this, Steve took a deep breath, but because he was not familiar with ancient Chinese, he could only tentatively say: "The Dead Country is...?"

"Dead Country, yes!"

"..."

He looked at Ron in front of him with some suspicion. Even if Steve's reaction was slow, after hearing what Ron said, he more or less realized that the person in front of him who woke him up from his sleep did not seem to be the traditional good man in his impression.

Not long after the meal, a group of men in black arrived at the door of the mental hospital. They were all old acquaintances, Hawkeye, Natasha, Coulson, and Nick Fury.

In the past, they might have just walked in. After all, the FBI could kick the door with guns, and as SHIELD agents, they would not forget the old traditions of the United States. But the mental hospital was a little special, mainly because they had suffered losses here before. Now revisiting the old place, seeing the familiar cotton tree and the fried chicken and soda placed next to it, Nick Fury's butt subconsciously trembled twice.

God have pity on him. Not only has the swelling on his buttock not gone down, but his sphincter is even feeling severe pain for unknown reasons. Although there is no evidence, Nick Fury still strongly suspects that the problem lies in the mental hospital.

His legs naturally went weak. After a moment of silence, Nick Fury coughed lightly, pointed at the door of the mental hospital and said, "Coulson, go knock on the door."

"Ah? Me?" Coulson was stunned. After hesitating for a moment, he coughed lightly and pointed at the door of the mental hospital and said, "Agent Hawkeye, go knock on the door."

Hawkeye: "Ah? Me?"

Seeing Hawkeye's face full of resistance, Coulson showed his ID expressionlessly: "I am a Level 8 agent, you are a field officer, I have the authority to command when necessary."

Eagle Eye: "..."

After a moment of silence, Hawkeye turned his gaze towards Natasha, who sneered and didn't even bother to pay attention.

Born in the former Soviet Union's Red House, Natasha now works for SHIELD, but her authority and identity are very special, somewhat similar to Agent Hill, who is the spokesperson for the five permanent members of the United Nations. However, unlike Agent Hill, Natasha is in SHIELD simply because she shares the same philosophy as Nick Fury. She is essentially a collaborator, not an employee.

And more importantly...

Natasha is a lonely person with no relatives. She is always fighting for the ideal of freedom and peace. The barefoot are not afraid of the ones wearing shoes. They are willing to sacrifice themselves and dare to pull Xizong off the horse.

And Hawkeye.

I thought about my wife and children, as well as the car and mortgage loans that I hadn't paid off yet...

Taking a deep breath, Hawkeye Agent walked forward unwillingly and took the initiative to untie his belt...

"Wait, the barrier was already closed, why did you undo your belt? Muscle memory? Or are you addicted?"

When he walked out with Steve, he saw Hawkeye urinating and defecating everywhere, even in front of his own doorstep. Ron couldn't help but clench his fists.

“Ah? Ah! I see… Sorry, sorry.”

Suddenly realizing that the barrier was not activated, Hawkeye stopped what he was doing belatedly. At the same time, he was a little confused as to why he subconsciously untied his belt. Was it because he had been smoking for so long that it left a deep muscle memory?

Thinking in his mind, Hawkeye swept his eyes across Nick Fury's butt without leaving a trace. Feeling the impulse of his biceps, Hawkeye couldn't help but gasp.

Damn, this really became muscle memory.

No, I can’t watch it anymore, otherwise I, Hawkeye Patton, will become Chicken Eye Patton.

Although nothing seemed to happen on the surface, Nick Fury's gluteus maximus twitched uncontrollably when Agent Barton's eyes swept over his butt.

Nick Fury's expression darkened, and he seemed to have not changed at all. He clenched his fists behind his back quietly, making a crackling sound. Good for you, Barton, you use Hawkeye for this, right? I heard from the grapevine that the old potatoes under the frozen soil of Siberia contain the secrets hidden by Hydra. You can take a special plane to go there tomorrow. I will pay for the airfare. Don't come back until you finish digging.

Following Ron out, Steve nodded, glanced at everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D., and then looked at Ron beside him with an inquiring look.

In response, Ron nodded and said, "These people are your future colleagues, as well as the boss of S.H.I.E.L.D. You can call him Chief."

Hearing this, Steve also walked up to Coulson, who was full of excitement, and said, "Hello, sir."

"Ah?" Coulson, who was about to shake hands, was stunned when he heard the words. Before he could figure out what was going on, a gaze that seemed to want to stab him to death came from behind him.

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Coulson didn't care about his idol in front of him. He coughed lightly and didn't shake hands with him. Instead, he said in a deep voice: "Captain, you got the wrong person. I'm just a brick in S.H.I.E.L.D., and I'll go wherever I'm needed."

"Oh, is that you?" Steve looked at Hawkeye Barton beside him and said with a little admiration in his voice: "You are very strong. You must be a very powerful agent. You have worked your way up from the grassroots to become the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., right?"

For the first time, Hawkeye felt what it meant to have a gaze from his superior that was sharper than Hawkeye's own.

What a pair of sharp eyes! The moment they sensed it, Patton heard the four mountains of mortgage, car loan, children's education, and elderly support crying around him.

Barton lowered his head and said sincerely: "Captain, you have the wrong person."

"Ah, is it this lady?" Steve said with some surprise: "Great, it seems that this era is still making progress. Even girls can fight for their ideals and freedom! Their achievements will also be recognized by society!"

"Captain, I'm very happy that you said that." Natasha said expressionlessly, "But do you think the United States will allow a former Soviet defector agent to become the director of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Ah... Could it be..."

Looking at Nick Fury, Steve's eyes were also full of surprise.

"Why is he black?"

Hearing this, everyone present gasped, and Nick Fury even clenched his fists behind his back.

But there was no way. Captain America was not Hawkeye who could be controlled by him. Even after hearing such words, he could only cough and force a smile and said, "Because our country is thriving!"

As they were talking, a van drifted around the corner and two body bags of drug addicts who were sleeping on the street after getting high in the ridiculous temperature of minus 30 degrees Celsius were thrown onto a nearby telephone pole.

With two creaking sounds, the dilapidated electric pole in Hell's Kitchen fell to the ground and broke the thighs of several thugs, causing a loud scream.

After getting off the van, the scavenger spat twice, said a lot of dirty words, then picked up the body bag while cursing, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away in the unlicensed van.

Steve: "..."

After a moment of silence, Steve took a deep breath and said, "Sorry, what I mean is... in my time, there were very few black people in high positions."

That's true, there were massacres targeting wealthy black communities earlier.

"I understand..." Nick Fury nodded expressionlessly. His natural skin color made it difficult for others to tell what he was thinking from his expression, which made people feel that he was very cunning. But more often, when faced with a problem, he couldn't help but shout "Fuck you".

The van sent Steve to SHIELD to retrieve his past memories and learn about the current new era. Without anything else to do, Ron also changed into winter clothes and left the mental hospital.

Before leaving, Ron thought of something and turned around and called out to Ciri:
"I'm going to visit a powerful wizard. Do you want to go with me?"

"A powerful wizard?" Hearing this, Ciri was stunned, and then asked curiously: "Is it from Kamar-Taj?"

"No, but he is still very powerful. Although he is not as powerful as the old man Gu Yi, he has a solid theoretical foundation in air magic."

Gu Yi is from Tibet. My father was born in Hong Kong. I don’t know where his master is from. If he is also from Tibet, he might know Gu Yi... No, I should say he definitely knows him.

"Okay, I'll clean up first." Ciri nodded.

(End of this chapter)