Superman

After everything was settled, Luke spent the next few days dealing with various social situations.

From the press conferences held by the White House to the celebration dinners of various military ministries, they didn't even stop.

Everyone laughed at him, admiring him, and the atmosphere was harmonious, so that Luke almost had the illusion that "the war has been won".

According to the plot of the movie, if Captain America hadn't stopped the bombing plan of the Hydra Red Skull, the Allies might not have won so smoothly.

"...I am honored to be here to present this medal of honor, which symbolizes bravery and fearlessness, to Brigadier General Luke Cavill! He is the hero of the Allies and our hero!"

On the lawn of the White House, President Roosevelt in a wheelchair put the medal representing the highest military honor on Luke's chest.

Then, the two shook hands cordially and took a group photo.

It is estimated that the headlines of all newspapers tomorrow will be news about this matter.

"Although I have heard that you are very young, I never expected you to be so young! You know how I am at your age and I am full of thoughts on how to talk to the hottest girl in school!"

After the awarding ceremony, there was a luncheon at the White House, and the entourage pushed Mr. President to Luke.

As the longest in office in the history of the United States, he is also a highly regarded power holder. The other party knows how to bring people closer together.

During the whole conversation, Mr. President only talked about Luke's parents who died young, the difficult past at school, and Uncle Frank.

Behave like a gentle and kind elder, not a high-ranking authority.

"I just made some trivial contributions, just like the soldiers on the battlefield."

Luke didn't let down the wind when he spoke beautifully.

Politicians like to talk roundabouts, even politicians like Roosevelt are no exception.

"Dwight and I are very grateful for your gift. Luke—may I call you that! I have seen many outstanding young people, but you are still the best of those young people!"

Mr. President finally got into the topic, smiling and saying: "In return, what should I do for you? This war is not over yet, and many... the distribution of benefits is difficult to determine, and your position is already eye-catching enough. , It’s not easy to keep going up."

"I want to return to the battlefield and end this war with my own hands."

Luke spoke loudly, without the slightest false expression.

For him, the position of brigadier general is not enough.

Taking advantage of the fact that the war is not over, the key is to seize the time to make a record.

Regardless of Roosevelt being polite to himself now, when the dust of World War II settles, if Luke has no other use value except for the halo of honor above his head, the other party will definitely treat himself as a passerby.

By the way, if nothing else, the president in a wheelchair might have a cerebral hemorrhage and die before the war is completely over.

In this case, Truman, as the vice president, is worthy of investment.

A series of thoughts passed through Luke's head.

"Uh……"

Mr. President, who was waiting to write a bunch of bad checks, froze for a moment. Why didn't this young brigadier general give his cards according to his routine.

Obviously, I should promise benefits, win the relationship, and then reap gratitude and accept it as a confidant...

How did it become a righteous and awe-inspiring call for war?

"Then I will contact the Allied Command."

Mr. President said dryly.

Luke, who watched the opponent's departure, narrowed his smile.

He had set a goal long ago not to be the mascot of the federal government.

Neither politicians nor capital groups can buy themselves.

"Who would succumb to others willingly."

Luke held the champagne in his hand, a sneer from the corner of his mouth.

"Your Brigadier General, I'm a reporter from the Daily Horn! Can I take a picture?"

The young reporter saw Mr. President leave, and his entourage hurried over.

He struggled to carry the heavy camera and looked at Luke expectantly.

Daily Horn?

Dare to believe this is still an old newspaper?

Luke raised his eyebrows and stood upright, with a friendly and polite smile on his face.

"can."

Click!

A flash, the picture freezes.

The pens and handsome faces of the young brigadier general will be spread all over the world along with the printed newspapers.

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"It looks like you are not very happy, Steve-oh no, I should call you Captain America. Who will clean up the Germans? A Star-Spangled Banner man with big plans!"

By the time Luke met Rogers, it had been a week since he returned to New York.

The Allied Command finally agreed that this young brigadier general who wanted to be on the front line rushed to the battlefield.

Luke, who was in his spare time, made a special trip to visit his old friend. He also hummed the familiar melody that is well-known in the streets and alleys.

It’s just that Rogers didn’t seem to be happy to hear this song, and turned his head shamelessly, and said, “Don’t make fun of me, Luke—or do you want me to call you Superman? I don’t like it at all. life!"

Backstage at the Broadway Theater, Captain America, wearing a tight costume, carrying a Stars and Stripes shield in his hand, has a frustrated expression.

There is no longer the steadfastness and high morale of the past!

He has become a senator's tool for selling bonds.

Every day's life is to cooperate with publicity, perform on stage, and then take a group photo.

Speaking the same lines, doing repetitive actions, like a machine!

"You are a hero in comic books and movies, the Captain America everyone admires..."

Luke patted the other person on the shoulder and said this deliberately.

"They just need an idol! A clown standing on the stage! You are the hero of the real world! By the way, I haven't congratulated you yet, Brigadier Cavill!"

Rogers shook his head, cheered up, and said with a smile.

His first purpose in joining the army was to make a contribution to this war like a soldier on the front line.

Rather than being like a clown, standing on the stage and talking meaningless lines, promoting various bonds issued by the state.

"I thought you would like this feeling, the big stars of Broadway theaters, people know you wherever they go."

Luke hooked Rogers's neck with his hand and said with a smile.

"But you have changed a lot. I used to have to bend down to get your shoulders."

Rogers turned his face away, ignored his friend’s teasing, and said in a tired tone: "You know, the last time I went to the Caspian Training Camp in New Jersey—that’s where we stayed. Every soldier was talking about you, saying Looking at your experience during training and your legendary deeds."

"Really! I am happy for you and proud of you! Luke, you deserve this honor! I wanted to tell them that you are my friend! But I was afraid that the soldiers would ask, why are you on the front line? , And I hide behind..."

Rogers, who was called "Captain America", laughed at himself.

He was tired of the present day, but he couldn't resist.

Obeying orders is the bounden duty of soldiers.

The senator obtained the military's consent, and Rogers could only obey.

"Then you can go to Europe with me."

Luke also held Rogers' shoulders as he did in Brooklyn, and spoke the surprisingly good news in an understatement.

"Europe...really?"

Rogers reacted a few seconds later, with an expression of disbelief.

"But, what about the military? The senator won't agree!"

Soon, Rogers' eyes dimmed again.

He knew that Luke wanted to help himself, but it would be no good to get into trouble.

Senator Brandt has a good position on the committee and has a good relationship with the military.

"Hey, the little guy in Brooklyn, standing in front of you is a brigadier general, a hero of the Allies, a star of the future honored by the president."

Luke pretended to be annoyed, frowned, and said his title seriously.

In fact, he went to the Senator Brandt before driving here.

Hearing of his intention, the arrogant senator did not say a word, so he simply agreed.

Before Luke left, the other party even begged him not to blame, and put his posture very low.

This is the true nature of a politician, bullying the weak and fearing the hard, and turning the rudder by the wind!

"How about? Captain America, do you want to go to the European battlefield and see how powerful Hydra is with me!"

Upon hearing Luke's invitation, Rogers nodded fiercely, his eyes full of surprise.

He felt that in his life, he saw hope again!

"Thank you, Luke."

Rogers said gratefully.

"You should call me commander."

Luke laughed twice and pulled Captain America away from the Broadway Theater.

"Go! Let's have a drink! Celebrate Captain America's new life and celebrate our reunion!"

The two figures hooked their shoulders, walked onto the street and disappeared into the crowd.