I Am In Marvel

New York Central Plaza, the War Heroes Memorial.

In front of the pavilion, two stone statues of young men in battle clothes stood up, one holding a sword and the other holding a shield. The two turned their backs to each other, their majestic and stern eyes shot forward.

At night, the lights fell on the top of the statue, like circles of sacred crowns.

The musical fountain is set at the foot of the sculpture. Under the music of modern wars, the rhythmic throwing of clear water creates an inspiring vigor.

Many office workers, or tourists from other places, brought their families, young and old, and gathered around the statue in twos and threes, stopping to look up.

The two tall young men, a little sneaky, lowered the peaked caps on their heads.

They carefully avoided the crowd in front of the door and followed the endless stream of people into the memorial hall.

"Look at the war memorial that promotes memorializing myself... Why should I do such a boring thing?"

Caught in the crowd, Kyle felt bored for no reason. He glanced at Steve, who was in high spirits beside him, and could only sigh helplessly, and walked with him into the hall.

On the corridor of the memorial.

There are embedded screens on both sides of the wall, continuously showing World War II propaganda videos, young sword-bearers wearing black suits, and young shield-bearers wearing dark blue leggings. The two are the protagonists, leading the soldiers and charging ahead. The ruling war.

This place is not for me...

Kyle lowered the brim of his hat for fear of being recognized.

Looking at my own promo like this, I always feel a kind of inexplicable shame.

Steve watched it with gusto, and was even more surprised by the modern color video. His eyes kept showing the splendor of accepting new things.

In front of the exhibition hall in the corner of the exhibition hall, visitors are crowded. The video shows a photo of a short young man, accompanied by a voice-over explanation:

'Steve Rogers.Before the serum injection, he weighed 95 pounds and was five feet four inches tall. He was unable to join the army due to poor physical condition many times.After the serum injection, she weighed 240 pounds and was six feet 2 inches tall...'

"Kyle, I'm talking over there." Steve smiled and said in a low voice at Kyle.

Kyle nodded, and the voice over there continued to float: "Steve Rogers was selected to participate in an unprecedented project during World War II. He became the world's first super soldier, and his first action saved thousands of soldiers and prisoners. , Is Captain America who represents the justice of the country! The legendary hero who disintegrated the Hydra organization and saved the world!"

Steve's eyes lit up, he patted Kyle on the shoulder, and said proudly like a child: "How about it, I'm great."

"Great." Kyle didn't want to hit an old friend, so he gave him a thumbs up.

Steve smiled, the previous sadness disappeared, and his fists clenched quietly.

This at least made him understand that although this road is lonely and difficult, as long as the world recognizes it as a heroic move, everything is worth it.

The two continued to go deep into the hall.Arrive at another huge exhibition hall, where both photos and videos are based on dark, and there are model pendants of one-handed swords.

The visitors here are almost full.

'Kyle Astoria, who first entered the recruit base, quickly emerged in training and became a dazzling star among soldiers.'

'He is the youngest major general in the United States and the greatest war hero of World War II. He not only disintegrated the Hydra organization, but also dominated the battlefield in many large wars, saving and accelerating the return of the world to peace. He is known as a contemporary symbol of peace!'

The voice-over explanation sounded into the ears.

Steve pulled the corner of his mouth far-fetched, and looked frustrated at Kyle with his pockets in his side.

"How do I feel, my limelight has been overwhelmed by you." Steve said depressed.

"You think too much."

Kyle in turn patted him on the shoulder, as a sign of comfort.

In the war memorial, there are also photos of important figures such as the Science and Strategy Department of the old age and the Roaring Commando.

Kyle and Steve visited everywhere, as if to remember their lost youth,

"The 21st century, peaceful times are really good." At the end, Steve said softly with emotion.

"In the future, you may not think so." Kyle shook his head and said coldly: "When the world is cleaned up and cleaned, many people will want to destroy it and mess up."

Steve fell silent, finally glanced at Peggy's picture on the wall, turned and waved his hand and said, "Let's go, it's time to leave."

Kyle nodded and the two exited to the entrance of the memorial hall.

Walking into the hallway near the door, a large scream was heard abruptly outside the door, and then people seemed to be forced to return to the hall.

"What the hell?!" The inner uncle who wanted to go out was surprised and roared.

"shut up!"

The response to him came from the rough swearing of several men outside the door.

The uncle was about to say something, when a huge gunshot sounded like a warning, his face turned pale in fright.

"This is... a robbery?" Steve asked in surprise, a little understanding what Kyle said just now.

"It should be." Kyle was unable to complain.

It should be said that New York is indeed a city of sin...

However, when he chose the war memorial to robbery, I don't know if the head of the robber had a wrong thread.

In other words, the hero's aura will attract robbers to commit crimes, which is also the default rule in hero movies.

The two stopped in the middle of the corridor near the door, motionless, like two iron pillars. The frightened tourists passed by and hid in the memorial hall behind them.

"Give me all in!"

Five robbers dressed in black and hoods, armed with guns in both hands, drove the tourists into the hall and blocked the entrance of the memorial hall.

The leader of the robber stood in the corridor, glanced inward at everyone, and said sharply: "Hold your head in your hands and squat down honestly! Hand over your belongings one by one!"

As soon as the words fell, the tourists squatted down in horror. In a blink of an eye, only two young men stood conspicuously in the middle.

"You two, don't you want to survive?" The robber raised his eyebrows and pointed his gun.

But the two of them didn't even look at him, discussing something in a low voice.

"I'm coming, or you?" Kyle asked boredly with his hands still in his pockets.

"Let me do it. After lying down for so long, it's time to move your muscles and bones." Steve shrugged.

"Don't force me..."

The robber aimed his gun at Steve, and before he could finish his words, Steve moved suddenly.

He sprinted forward with a swift lunge, and the robber leader reacted, placing his finger on the trigger subconsciously, and he was about to shoot.

But Steve's speed was obviously faster. He leaned near the armpit of the robber leader, and quickly stretched out his hands, holding the barrel of the gun in one hand and breaking it up, and the other hand holding the opponent's wrist twisted into a twist.

'Boom!'

Gunshots sounded, and a light bulb on the ceiling of the hall shattered.

Steve flipped his hands, the robber leader's scream was still in his throat, his body turned over 180 degrees, and his head hit the smooth floor hard.

"The action is not bad."

Kyle made a comment, but yawned sleepily.