Looking at Steve with envy, Su Che, who was wearing his battlesuit, said: "Yes, being able to fly is really enviable."
"But then again, I seem to know the military has an auxiliary flight device."
"Given your relationship with them and your influence among them, it shouldn't be difficult to get a set."
Hearing what Su Che said, Steve thought for a moment, then shook his head: "Let's forget it. I don't want to have anything to do with them now."
"You know, in the eyes of common soldiers, maybe I'm a so-called Legend."
"But in the eyes of those high-level executives, maybe I'm still the one who got the serum injected and then only performed on stage to help them sell bonds."
"Also, I hate this kind of thing that's more symbolic than practical."
"Maybe they'll give me a huge comeback ceremony, but..."
Speaking to this point, Steve Rogers spread his hands without any entanglement: "Instead of helping them stand on the platform, it's better for us to drink coffee and go fishing every day."
"People have to have their own lives, right?"
Hearing Steve's very thorough words, Su Che leaned against a car and laughed: "I agree with this point. After all, people aren't machines."
"But are you really determined to reject Nick Fury's repeated invitations to join S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
"I don't know either..."
Taking a deep breath, Steve looked up at the night sky.
At this moment, the Iron Monger and the Mark armor were still flying into the sky like shooting stars.
"The only thing I am grateful for is that when I woke up from the ice, I found that I am not alone in this world."
"While it's very... [emotional] to say it, I really feel lucky."
"Otherwise, I'd be the only one in this world who's been sleeping for over 70 years, and when I wake up, I find I can't integrate into this strange world."
"I've had enough of that feeling. You know, in the first few days when I woke up, I couldn't sleep almost every night."
"Fortunately, you are with me."
Turning his head to look at Su Che, Steve spoke sincerely and emotionally.
"Come on, man."
Hearing what Steve said, Su Che spread out his hands: "It's like I'm your sleep aid. And I like women; I'm not interested in men."
"My orientation is also normal!"
Facing Su Che's teasing, Steve looked at the shield in his hand with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes: "I also have Peggy. It's just..."
"Well, actually I mean, even though Nick Fury is now the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.,"
"But ultimately, Howard and Peggy built S.H.I.E.L.D."
"Even for the sake of these two people, if S.H.I.E.L.D. needs it, I may not be able to refuse."
"In that case, it can be considered having a legitimate job."
Looking at Su Che, Steve raised the shield in his hand: "After all, S.H.I.E.L.D. pays me a salary every month."
"I can't just take their salary and not work."
"Although, getting paid for doing nothing is indeed quite nice."
Hearing what Steve said, Su Che nodded: "Alright. Help S.H.I.E.L.D. when you have tasks; drink coffee and go fishing when you don't. Live the life of common people."
"That's pretty good."
"How about you?"
Hearing what Su Che said, Steve smiled seriously: "I know that Nick Fury attaches great importance to you."
"Usually when he calls me, he mentions you almost every few sentences."
"If you're going to join S.H.I.E.L.D., then I think Nick Fury will go crazy with joy."
"Me?"
Faced with Steve's very sincere inquiry—though he genuinely wanted Su Che to join S.H.I.E.L.D. with him—Su Che shook his head and refused: "It's fine for me to be like this now. Let's forget about joining S.H.I.E.L.D."
"Besides, I don't trust S.H.I.E.L.D. either."
"Don't trust?"
Hearing what Su Che said, Steve Rogers' expression remained unchanged, but his eyes instantly became serious: "You mean, S.H.I.E.L.D...."
Boom!
Before Steve Rogers could finish his question, the next second, the icy Iron Monger fell from the night sky!
The immense sound even set off the alarms of the cars parked around.
A small crater was also smashed into the ground.
If it weren't for the shock-absorbing design, Obadiah Stane might have been smashed to death!
"Haha, what did I say?"
The Mark armor, wearing its classic color scheme, fell from the sky and landed in front of the two of them.
Tony Stark opened the visor and said proudly to Su Che and Steve: "I just said, a stupid iron shell wants to compare with my Mark armor?"
"I'm enough to clean him up alone!"
Looking at Tony Stark's triumphant look, Su Che and Steve glanced at each other.
"Then why don't you continue?"
Pointing to the Iron Monger, who had stood up from the ground at this moment, Su Che smiled at Tony.
"What?"
Turning his head, he watched Obadiah Stane stand up from the ground while controlling the damaged armor. The Iron Monger's arm also transformed into a Gatling gun-like weapon.
Tony Stark listened to J.A.R.V.I.S.'s report: the armor had less than 12% energy left.
He then directly took a step back: "Let's forget it. After all, you two have worked so hard to come support me. If I don't let you two finish, maybe people will think that I, Tony Stark, am impolite!"
Well, with 12% energy left, Tony thought it would be better to save it to fly back to his villa.
Damn it, if it weren't for the Arc Reactor being snatched by Obadiah Stane, he would have already dealt with him!
Fortunately, he had support now.
Anyway, there was Su Che, his own nemesis, and old Popsicle Steve.
There was absolutely no problem dealing with a mere Obadiah Stane.
"Tsk, a nice and polite Stark? This is the best joke I've heard this year, the joke of the year!"
Hearing Tony's blunt words, Su Che laughed and teased.
Then he got up and walked in the direction of Obadiah Stane's Iron Monger.
Regarding Su Che's ridicule, Tony Stark decided to ignore it.
He had gotten used to not being able to win a war of words with him at all!
"Damn bastards! If it weren't for you, I would have killed Tony Stark, that fool who only knows how to have fun!"
"Go to hell..."
Seeming to have lost his mind, when he watched Su Che walking towards him in the Superman suit, Obadiah Stane raised his arm, transformed into a Gatling weapon, with a grim face.
He fiercely shot bullets at Su Che like a rain of fire.
Countless bullets, densely packed like a net, seemed able to illuminate the entire night sky.
However, those powerful bullets couldn't affect Su Che at all.
Just kidding, the owner of the Superman physique was an advanced and perfected version of himself.
If he got injured by bullets, or even killed, that would be a huge joke!