Things about living in Marvel

Chapter 312

Chapter 312

We all live in a real world, even if it can seem weird and bizarre sometimes.However, our hopes and our dreams make this reality worth fighting for.In the last century, I swore I would fight for it.As long as this dream is not fulfilled, I must keep fighting.

Steve Rogers walks through the assembled crowd without any disguise.

He was shoved and cursed at by people.

Without a shield or a mask, he walked to the center of the square with his head held high.

Standing under the stage, he raised his head and looked up at the impassioned people on the stage.

"You won't win."

The speech stopped.

All the noise in the crowd seemed to disappear at this moment.

They were noisy and venting, but everything seemed to be muted.

Steve jumped onto the podium and punched the speaker in the face.

The speaker fell two steps back, and the virtual mask on his face shook.

"Hahahaha." He was neither angry nor accused, but laughed wildly and tore off the virtual face, revealing the purple mask underneath.

"How many times is this?" Zemo, who showed his true colors, did not hide his madness, "The great Captain America defeated Hydra?"

Steve watched impassively as Zemo took the rapier and the shield from one of his agents.

This didn't frighten him, but at this moment, what really frightened him were those people in the audience who really became quiet.

Is this still not enough?

"I lost, but, did you win?" Zemo said, rushing towards him.

……

"Ah..." Colt rubbed the back of his head, gradually regaining consciousness.

After a short period of confusion, he immediately recalled everything before the coma.

"team leader!"

He quickly took out his mobile phone and watched the live broadcast on the screen.

"Damn it!" He turned and rushed down the stairs.

……

on the square.

Hydra agents have fallen to the ground.

Zemo's stabbing sword has also been sent flying far away.

"Why, you haven't fallen yet!" Zemo kicked the already scarred Steve to the ground in a rage.

He raised the shield aloft and smashed it at Steve's head.

The shield did not fall.

"Ah!" Zemo growled and pressed his hands down.

However, the shield remained motionless.

"Why can you still persist! Why don't you die!" Zemo was completely insane, and he looked down at Steve who was holding the shield with both hands and his eyes were still extremely firm.

"Because I have to persevere."

Kicked Zemo in the stomach.

Zemo, also exhausted, could no longer hold the shield.

He let go of his hand and retreated several meters before stabilizing his figure.

Supported by the shield, Steve stood up slowly.

He took the familiar handshake again.

"That's it."

Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

The distance between the two of them, which could have been crossed by a single leap with his peak human physique, seemed like a natural moat at this moment.

With every step he took, he left bright red marks on the ground.

"Hahahaha." Zemo didn't resist at all, he sat down on the ground, laughing wildly as if he had completely abandoned everything.

"It's time for us to pass." The captain stood straight in front of him, the shadow of his tall body completely covering him.

"kill me."

"Kill me!" Zemo snarled suddenly, "End this! End the war between us!

"That's what you want, isn't it!

"No Hydra! No Zemo! No Red Skull!"

Steve was silent.

"You can't live anymore." Zemo looked at Steve's almost bleeding wound, "Why, don't you do your last thing?"

The captain slowly raised his shield.

"what!"

He roared and smashed the shield down hard.

"Cut off a head...and grow...innumerable..."

Zemo fell down facing the crowd in the audience, and he slowly said the last sentence.

"Captain!" Colt rushed to the square.

He tried to separate the crowd.

Steve seemed to hear him shouting.

He turned his head slowly.

"when"

The shield fell to the ground.

Colt pushed his way through the crowd.

Looking at everything in front of him, he stopped in his tracks.

"Is he a fool? He came to die alone."

"That is, if it weren't for the things he did in the first place, how could things have turned out like this."

"If you want me to say, he is still too weak. The so-called super soldier has not kept up with the times. He should have retired a long time ago."

"Isn't this all caused by him? Come out and clarify it earlier, and things will become like this? He is at least half responsible for the current chaos."

"Don't say that, at least he atones for it."

"Everyone shut up!"

Colt growled.

He turned around slowly, his eyes bloodshot.

"He's dead, Captain America is dead."

He pointed to the crowd.

"You are all murderers!

"I told him, just catch Hydra and that's it.

"But he didn't listen.

"He always believed that his mission was not just to fight crime and protect the world, but to inspire you.

"But now, look at you!

"Almost 100 years have passed, have you really been inspired!

"Why didn't Captain America come to my rescue, where are the Avengers, why didn't they come fast enough, why did they smash my car in the middle of a fight with criminals.

"I never expected you to really fight against those you can't resist, but have you really managed to give them even a little bit of support?

"Why don't they kill criminals, why can they catch criminals.

"No matter what they do, you'll always just stand aside and mock.

"I knew Captain America was a hypocrite, why didn't he explain sooner.

"It's always someone else's fault, if you want to be an idiot, don't blame others for treating you like an idiot!

"There's something I haven't said to him.

"However, I want to tell you now.

"Steve Rogers.

"He always believes that everyone's life is the same, so he is willing to sacrifice himself to wake you up.

"But, I don't think so!

"I think even if all of you here are combined, you can't compare to him!

"Now, get the hell out of here!

"roll!"

A drop of water fell to the ground.

Colt knelt before the captain's body.

Then, more and more water marks.

"Why does it always rain at this time?" He reached out and wiped the water on his face, which could not be distinguished from tears or rain.

He raised his head.

"Is this the gift you said you gave me?"

He roared to the sky.

"I set you free, and this is all you gave me back?"

An umbrella covered his head.

Colt saw the silver-white metal arm holding the umbrella.

"Get up," said the trembling but controlled voice.

(End of this chapter)