Today is a rest day, and Agent Sharon slept until 9 o'clock in the morning before he woke up.

She was wearing pajamas and slippers as usual, and opened the door with her messy hair, ready to wash up, and went out to buy some food.

However, a scent came from the kitchen, causing Agent Sharon's nose to twitch for a moment. She blinked and quietly walked to the kitchen with the light attitude a agent should have, and finally saw her new tenant preparing breakfast.

Steve was still wearing the outdated white shirt and an apron, using smart kitchen appliances clumsily, and at his hand, there were a few ready-made dishes.

"I'm not familiar with your taste, so I prepared different flavors."

Steve didn't look back, but the super soldier serum gave him the senses, allowing him to discover Sharon hiding at the kitchen door, saying while flipping the egg cake with a spoon:

"You can go and wash first."

“…”

Sharon wanted to say something, but for breakfast, she was not as excited as last night.

In fact, she also knew that the story between her aunt and the veteran in her 80s should not be simply attributed to Steve, he was also a victim.

"snort"

Agent Sharon finally snorted and walked towards the bathroom staggeringly.

More than ten minutes later, Sharon, who had changed into a set of home clothes, sat on the dining table, eating hot bread while looking at Steve in front of her, and she said:

"You went to buy ingredients?"

"Um."

Steve said:

"I bought it on the way when I went out for a morning jog. Speaking of which, Brooklyn has changed a lot, and I almost got lost."

"Where did you get the money?"

Sharon asked again:

"You woke up just yesterday, so you should be penniless."

“Merlin gave me an account.”

Steve picked up the sandwich with ham and eggs, and he said in a relaxed tone:

"There is a lot of money in it... and although I retired, I still have veteran allowances deposited into my original account every month. I now think that living for a long time may not be a bad thing."

This is obviously a joke, but Sharon knew that what Steve said should be true.

As a symbol of American hope during World War II, Steve Rogers retired after his disappearance, but his military status was symbolically retained.

In fact, the veterans have been paying attention to this matter, and many people think that Captain America is still alive, so the official retaining of Steve's private account is more of a symbolic meaning to appease the veterans.

"You went to check your account?"

Sharon put down the bread in his hand with a serious expression, and she said:

"It's too reckless, this will reveal your existence. That account is stared at by many people."

“Merlin told me it’s okay.”

Steve said to Sharon:

"I contacted him by phone before I went out and he told me he would get everything done. So, you don't need to worry."

"Did the sir?"

Sharon's nervous mood sootheed a little, and she nodded:

"Well, that should be fine."

"Don't worry, Sharon."

Steve finished the sandwich and said:

"I'm not as reckless as you think. Although I'm not a real agent, I've also performed a disguised infiltration mission. Speaking of which, what are we going to do today?"

"purchase!"

Sharon said without raising his head:

"Buy clothes first, then buy some daily necessities, maybe you need a computer. To be honest, life in this era is not much different from yours at that time, but information technology is something you need to master as soon as possible. You may also need some equipment for restorative training, and there is a small training ground in the basement, but it hasn't been used for a long time."

"Just buy a few sandbags."

Steve moved his shoulders and said to Sharon:

"My driver's license has expired long ago, so you have to drive today. By the way, the car in the garage is good and looks cool. Also, I may need you to take me to the 'Green Garden' nursing home... I have a friend there."

"Did Agent Trip change to Alzheimer's grandfather?"

Sharon nodded, and she said:

"Okay, I'll take you there."

"Thank you then, Sharon."

Steve seemed to lose interest in the conversation, and he lowered his head and began to solve the remaining food.

Sharon held a glass of milk and observed this unique elderly person. She could feel that Steve was trying hard to adapt to this new era, but he still had resistance in his heart.

Alas, he is also a poor person.

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At 8 o'clock that night, in the basement of Carter Manor, Steve, wearing a vest, was wearing a sandbag in the basement.

His movements are agile, like a real young man, not an old man.

The fist wrapped in cloth strips hit the sandbag in front of him one by one. Amid the low sound of impact, the memories of the past kept flashing in front of him.

The battle with Nacui seemed to have happened yesterday.

It's like a memory a million years ago.

He still remembered the pain of losing his best friend Bucky, the kissing goodbye to Page when he rushed into Nacui's final base, and the despair in his heart when the spaceship fell to the glacier.

That promise that has not been fulfilled and has been delayed for a long time.

He failed a woman waiting for him...

His breath became thicker, and the entanglement of the past and present made the strength of each punch strengthen, like a wild horse that was unrestrained and did not want to be bound anymore.

In this lonely basement, Steve lets the emotions in his heart surge. He is venting the setbacks hidden in his heart, the despair he gets after being full of hope, and the helplessness when facing a new world.

He went to see his former comrades-in-arms. In the nursing home, the former soldiers were old and could only rely on the care of snorkels and nurses to survive. The old man had forgotten everything, forgot Steve, and forgot those years of war. He was like an abandoned person, who could only wait for the arrival of death alone.

And Steve...he felt like he was the same.

"Bang"

Under Steve's heavy punch, the sandbag I just bought seemed to be unable to bear the anger of a lonely old man. When he swung his last punch, the whole sandbag broke away from the hook and flew out. On the other side of the sandbag, the tough leather was blown by the transmitted force, the sandbag was torn apart, and the fine quicksand kept gushing out of the crack.

He is not an ordinary person after all, his power is very ordinary, but it is equally fatal.

"Ba,ba,ba"

Applause came from the darkness in the basement, and Merlin walked out of the place where he was hiding. The guy had probably been observing the darkness for a long time, but he did not disturb Steve's emotions.

The negative emotions in the heart are like burning flames. If you don’t vent it, it will only cause the warrior to be burned.

Merlin knows this very well.

"It's not bad, it seems that you're recovering very quickly."

Merlin stood behind Steve, looking at Steve who lifted the sandbag and panting, he said:

"Maybe you have to prepare a few more sandbags next time, uh, maybe you need to customize special ones. Look, these ordinary sandbags can't stop your heavy punches."

Merlin waved his hand, and a repair spell was thrown on the broken sandbag, quickly closing the gap that was punched.

"Let's do this, I'll find you some sparring next time."

He rubbed his chin, walked to Steve and said to the veteran:

"I know a few very good young people. Their skills are pretty good, they are a little rough and need guidance from real heroes."

"Just treat it as doing me a favor, okay?"

"Can."

Steve untied the gauze in his hand, he said:

"We should leave, right?"

"Well, Dugan is already waiting for us at the Pagasos base. To be precise, he is waiting for you."

Merlin threw a bottle of water to Steve, he said:

"Go and take a shower, change your clothes, let's go there together."

"Are you taking a plane?"

Steve asked while drinking water:

"It's probably midnight there."
To be continued...