Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

"Let's do it!"

Rumlow roared.

The narrow elevator car instantly transformed into a gladiatorial arena.

Steve Rogers, the man who used Nazis as punching bags during World War II, gave these Hydra agents no chance.

"Bang!"

He kicked the agent on the left in the knee, and the sound of bone cracking was clearly audible.

The moment the man fell, Steve grabbed his tactical vest and used him as a human shield to ram the agent to his right, who was about to draw his gun.

The two rolled around in a ball.

Rumlow drew his dagger, but before he could even raise his hand, the edge of the red, white, and blue vibranium shield had already sliced ​​into his wrist.

"Click."

Rumlow screamed as the dagger flew out of his hand.

Steve didn't stop. He used the confined space to deliver elbow strikes, knee strikes, shield strikes, and hooks.

Each blow was accompanied by a dull thud of flesh colliding.

15:30.

There were no more Hydra agents standing in the elevator.

"call……"

Steve stepped on the edge of the vibranium shield, which bounced up. He caught it and it reattached to his arm.

Rumlow, clutching his broken wrist, leaned against the corner, his eyes filled with malice: "This isn't over, Captain. You're not leaving S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

"I don't think so."

Steve turned around and smashed the elevator's control panel with his shield.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The elevator, which was descending at high speed, suddenly stopped, and the sudden stop caused all the people who had fallen to tumble again.

"Squeak—"

The elevator was stuck in mid-air, at approximately the fifteenth floor.

Steve looked up, his gaze piercing through the elevator glass, where he could see the clear Washington sky and the Potomac River.

"Sorry, please send the repair bill to Water."

He took two steps back, raised his shield, and charged forward.

"Splash—!!!"

The reinforced glass shattered upon impact with the vibranium shield.

Steve Rogers leaped from a height of tens of meters like an eagle spreading its wings.

The wind howled.

He adjusted his posture in mid-air, curling his body behind the shield.

"boom!"

His body crashed heavily onto the plaza on the first floor of the S.H.I.E.L.D. building.

The immense impact caused the marble floor to crack like a spider web, but he easily rolled forward and stood up unharmed.

Without any hesitation, he charged toward the Harley-Davidson motorcycle parked at the edge of the square.

The engine roared.

Steve ducked low, twisted the throttle to the floor, and the motorcycle shot off like an arrow toward the Roosevelt Bridge.

"Damn it! He got away!!"

In the S.H.I.E.L.D. command center, Sitwell watched the monitors, his expression tense. "Seal off the bridge! Don't let him leave the D.C.! Deploy Quinjet fighters!"

……

Theodore Roosevelt Bridge.

Steve leaned over the motorcycle and twisted the throttle to the floor.

Pierce's fake smile and the secret agents who suddenly drew their knives in the elevator were still echoing in his mind.

He recognized most of them; they were his comrades-in-arms who had fought alongside him during the Chitauri invasion.

betray.

This taste is even more piercing than ice water in the dead of winter.

Sudden.

"Buzz—!!!"

A tremendous roar of turbines pressed down from overhead.

Shadows loomed over the bridge.

A S.H.I.E.L.D. Quinjet hovered directly in front of him, blocking his path.

The Gatling gun beneath the nose of the aircraft slowly rotated, its dark muzzle locking onto the speeding motorcycle.

"Steve Rogers, stop the car immediately! Or we will use deadly force!"

The pilot’s cold warning came through the loudspeaker.

Steve didn't slow down; instead, he gripped the handlebars tighter.

"Then let's go."

He held his shield forward with one hand, ready to withstand the impending hail of bullets.

Just as the machine gun was about to unleash its fire.

"Bang—!"

An invisible air cannon shot came from the river below the bridge without warning and hit the left wing of the Quinjet fighter jet precisely!

The immense impact caused the hovering fighter jet to lose its balance instantly and tilt to the right. This tilt caused all the bullets from the machine gun to hit the river, creating a water column several meters high.

"What's going on?!" the fighter pilot shouted in panic. "Unknown attack! Encountering..."

Before he could even stabilize the aircraft...

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

A burst of extremely sharp high-frequency sound waves followed immediately!

The sound was like an invisible drill, shattering the reinforced glass of the Quinjet's cockpit.

The pilot screamed in agony, blood flowing from his ear canals, as he struggled to control the fighter jet's attitude and pull upwards.

"It's not over yet, Big Bird!" a gruff voice rang out.

"Whoosh!"

A steel cable with an alloy grappling hook shot out from under the bridge and firmly gripped the tilted wing of the fighter jet.

Immediately afterwards, the steel cable taut!

With the sound of the winch turning, a strong figure leaped up from under the bridge along the steel cable and used the momentum to jump onto the back of the Quinjet!

Iron Arm Joe.

His strong arms were raised high.

"Get down!!"

boom!!

The iron fist slammed hard into the fighter jet's turbine engine.

Sparks flew everywhere, and engine blades shattered.

The Quinjet, having lost power, belched black smoke and spun as it crashed into the Potomac River.

"BOOM!!"

A huge splash of water erupted.

Iron Arm Joe leaped into the river a second before his fighter jet crashed, landing steadily on the bridge.

At the same time, two other figures also climbed onto the bridge.

One is a woman holding a sound wave amplifier—the Sound Wave Woman.

The other is a man wearing goggles, his hands circling the airflow—the eye of the storm.

It was the "Windy City Guardians" trio that Steve had rescued from the Winter Soldier that night.

Steve slammed on the brakes, and the motorcycle came to a stop, leaving a black mark on the road.

He looked at the three young men, panting heavily and even bearing old wounds, with surprise.

"you……"

"Instructor." Iron Arm Joe grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and gave Steve a somewhat perfunctory salute. "I heard you've run into some trouble?"

"What are you doing here?" Steve asked.

"Manager Ashley said you came to Washington to 'visit friends,' and we happen to be here doing rehabilitation training." The sonic woman tossed her hair. "We think... you might need some backup."

"Although we were 'second-rate heroes' who were eliminated," Windeye pushed up his glasses, "we also know what it means to be grateful."

"You saved our lives last time." Iron Arm Joe stepped forward, clenched his fist, and patted his chest. "This time, consider it interest."

Steve looked at them.

These troublemakers, who were fighting over who got to sleep on the top bunk a few months ago in the training camp, have now learned to cooperate and to step up in crucial moments.

Most importantly, they stood on their side.

After being betrayed by S.H.I.E.L.D., he was deeply comforted by the warmth of comrades-in-arms that he received from three Vought heroes.

"Thanks."

Steve gave a solemn salute.

"Salute to you, my instructor," the three returned the salute in unison.

Then, they climbed over the railing, jumped into the river, and drove their speedboat away into the waterway.

Steve restarted the engine and glanced at the triangular wing building behind him, a symbol of power.

It then sped off toward upstate New York.

……

The next morning.

A meticulously planned media bombshell has been set off across the United States.

The same news story was everywhere on major television stations, online media, and social media platforms.

On the screen is an old black and white photograph.

In the photo, a young Steve Rogers is wearing a World War II uniform, but the background has been photoshopped with the Hydra logo.

Next to it were several striking red characters:

Captain America? Or Captain Hydra?