Superman of the American Comics

Brooklyn, 1943.

Thick haze shrouded every corner of the city, and occasionally sharp air defense sirens crossed the dark sky.

At this time, the world to Germany "it's a pity I can't be with you."

Luke said, pretending to be lost.

He has no intention of joining the army.

After a long journey, I went to help Uncle Sam fight the Nazis of Germany. This internationalist spirit is also very touching.

The reason why I say this is just to keep people.

In the current environment, joining the army is something most young people will do.

"Someone has to stay and take care of Steve. His guy is always nosy. It's really worrying!"

Bucky patted his friend on the shoulder.

He had secretly discussed with Luke, hoping that someone would stay at home.

Unfortunately, Luke lost the wine fight to decide who could join the army - well, he did it on purpose.

"In fact, it's good to think about it. All the men in New York have become soldiers, and there are only 3.5 million women left in this city... Maybe I can have the opportunity to comfort some of them, their fragile and beautiful hearts."

Luke joked.

He and Bucky knew each other years ago.

The other party and Steve Rogers are original friends.

"Steve doesn't think so. He's a dead brain."

Bucky sighed.

He frowned at the thought of the little man who didn't worry.

The other party also wants to go to the battlefield like himself.

However, he did not become a military hardware standard.

"When shall we find Steve? He must be at the cinema again."

Getting rid of the melancholy in his head, Bucky took out some tickets from his pocket and said excitedly, "you can go to tomorrow's World Expo of stark industries tonight! I have an appointment with some beautiful girls!"