In the past, when he was still a spirited young boy in Brooklyn, he used to help Old Joseph to look after the store; also cleaning tables and washing up, to earn some pocket money.

  The other party was once a truck driver. Unfortunately, he was unlucky. Every time he delivered goods, he always encountered inexplicable accidents such as overturning, flat tires, and engine problems.

  Not only that, but even bicycles have accidents, either hitting people or being hit by people.

  In Old Joseph's own words, he had a lifelong feud with the cargo, and once he came into contact with them, he would get bad luck.

  In desperation, he could only change careers and open a tavern, barely making a living.

  However, since Luke became a war hero, this tavern's business flourished, and many New Yorkers came here to check it out.

  "Luke, you little bastard! Heh, now a General, Frank probably never thought that his nephew could become a war hero in his life!"

  Old Joseph said with a smile, poured a glass of beer, and handed it over.

  "I wonder if Mr. Major General would accept a malt beer from Brooklyn when he's used to high-end red wine?"

  Luke shrugged his shoulders and lifted his mug of beer.

  Glug glug! Glug glug!

  "I'll have another one."

  Luke, who finished his drink in a single go, chuckled.

  Old Joseph nodded with satisfaction and filled his glass.

  "How does it feel to be back in Brooklyn?"

  Seeing Luke come and sit down with his beer, Rogers asked with a smile.

  Since the end of the war, he has entered a semi-retired state.

  "Not bad. On the way to the tavern, I met several familiar faces."

  Luke leaned back in his chair, lifted his head, and said, "There was Jamie, who we used to fight. He's now a truck driver, following in his father's footsteps. And Uncle Frank, who used to sell fruit on the opposite street, gave Bucky a bread bag for free. At that time, everyone had a hard time …"

  "Yeah. You know what? That Jamie guy is always bragging to people that he was beaten up by Superman once and boasting about it."

  Rogers took a sip of his beer; his face showed a bit of nostalgia.

  "Luke, I've been dreaming these days. In the dream, I, you, and Bucky were running through the streets of Brooklyn. There was no Captain America, Superman, or Sergeant Barnes."

  "Then we jumped back into the battlefield. I saw Bucky fall off a cliff. To stop Red Skull, I boarded the plane carrying Valkyrie missiles … I don't know why you weren't in this story."

  "I fell into a cold place, and no one woke me up until a long, long time later. They said that the war was over."

  "I lived alone, with no friends, no family, and no destination to run to."

  Luke stared at the bubbling wine glass and laughed, "You sound like an old man in his 70s."

  "Haha, that's what Margery said. Perhaps I experienced too much in the war to forget all those memories."

  Rogers restrained his sentimental mood. He is now on the military payroll, and all he needs to do is punch in regularly and sit in the office all day with a newspaper to read.

  Occasionally, he would cooperate with publicity work and be interviewed by the media.

  When peace came, heroes seemed to be useless.

  "Do you have an answer to the last question?"

  Luke looked at Captain America and whispered, "Captain America can't sit in an office and read newspapers all his life. Pick up that shield, go back to the battlefield, and shuttle through the rain of bullets —— such a tense life would make your heart beat violently and leave you with a genuine feeling of being alive."

  "I quite agree with Howard's point of view; one of the greatest pleasures in life lies in the adventure! The pursuit of excitement! Willing to be ordinary is the life that you should have after experiencing everything and despising everything."

  Rogers kept silent. He lives in an old house in Brooklyn.

  The walls were repainted, the furniture such as sofas and big beds were replaced with new ones, and the bedroom was covered with soft carpets … He did all these trivial things himself.

  Margery, who came to live with him, said she was bored and wanted to pass the time.

  Rogers agreed to this.

  He had space in his heart that he couldn't fill.

  That's why he had to find something to do.

  "You want me to join S.H.I.E.L.D because of Atlantis?"

  Rogers asked.

  The attack on two aircraft carriers and the tsunami that hit Anna Maria Island have all made headlines.

  In addition, being in the Army Department, Captain America had heard some rumors.

  "Not all of them. Major General Cavill needed a partner, so he thought of his old buddy, Captain America."

  Luke looked at the hesitant Rogers and smiled, "Are you ready to go to war, Steve?"

  In a trance, Captain America remembered the rescue operation he and Luke did to recover Bucky, and the other party asked him the same thing.

  "Ready, Sir."

  Thinking about the good times of fighting side by side, Rogers smiled and raised his glass.

  "Then, welcome to the —— Invaders."

  Luke said. The two glasses clinked, making a crisp sound.