On Thursday afternoon, Freya went to pick up her newly bought car, and drove to the airport to pick up Steve at around 8 o'clock the next morning.

He was wearing a plain jacket, a sun hat on his head and a small suitcase in his hand. He looked no longer low-key, but Steve Rogers was still one of the hottest men Freya had seen in so many years.

And this man is almost one hundred years old this year.

Freya watched him look at the crowded crowds like Moses splitting the sea, looking around the edge of the parking station.

She kindly honked the horn, and Steve looked here and waved with a smile.

Freya has never been so fortunate that she put the most expensive film on her new car, otherwise she would have made another headline tomorrow.

"Grand Cherokee," Steve said appreciatively as soon as he closed the door, "I have to say she is much more powerful than your previous car, and I almost dare not recognize it. Long time no see, Freya, are you doing well?"

They hugged, Freya patted Steve on the shoulder and snickered. "Did I hear it wrong, or did I actually hear the word 'energy' from Captain America's mouth? I really feel betrayed by the scouts who posted your photos on the bedside pilgrimage, Rogers."

Steve laughed: "Last time I told you that I could say "fuck" in at least five or six dialects when I joined the army, but you didn't believe it."

"You are Captain America, and Captain America doesn't swear." Freya rolled her eyes. "This is what it is written in elementary school textbooks. I read those thin books when I was reading the homework for Mrs. Fein's grandson."

"Why no one told me about this? I don't know who my portrait rights are now." Steve complained with a stern face, but Freya could hear the smile in his voice.

She stepped on the accelerator and the tall off-road vehicle rushed out smoothly.

There weren't many cars on the way on Friday, and the hotel Steve stayed at was near City University, and it was a bit far from the airport.

"So, you're moving to New York now?" Freya glanced at the rearview mirror.

"It's not long before moving," Steve said, turning around and stuffing his suitcase into the back seat. "At the end of last year, I received the repaid salary and rented a house in Brooklyn and lived with friends."

"How does it feel to get a sixty-five-year salary all at once?" Freya smirked, "Is it like I'm at the peak of my life?"

Steve leaned on the back of the chair. "It feels good. I stayed there for a few days and became more addicted to it."

"You donated." Freya said affirmatively.

"It's useless to put so much money on my side, so let them help those who deserve it," Steve said.

"You are such a damn super holy father. I told you this, Rogers?" Freya sighed with emotion.

Captain America showed his most perfect and upright face.

"Forget it," Freya said angrily, "It's not the first day I've known you. At worst, when you want to drink the northwest wind, I will open a support account for you to sympathize with you. What do you say about the interview?"

Steve showed her a text message on his phone. "There is no problem with the interview. I have told the PR, but it cannot involve controversial topics, otherwise it will be very troublesome."

"I forgot that Stark has created a propaganda department for you." Freya turned her head and glanced at the red light. "The official accounts of your Avengers on those social platforms are very active. I saw your fitness video last time, but it was indeed good. I pushed them to several friends to see."

"Don't mention that," Steve covered his face, "I don't know which genius idea was."

Freya laughed.

The car audio plays relaxing music, the sun is not very dazzling, and it shines on the body warmly.

"Have you seen that young man?" After a while, she asked, "Last time you said that the one who is very talented?"

"Spider-Man, I've seen him." Steve replied, "The big news in New York has been rushing to him recently. If Tony hadn't happened to come to him that night, a little girl might have died in vain. He is still too young and lacks experience, so he is not suitable to join the Avengers directly. But maybe he will become the mainstay of New York's superhero in a few years."

"You look down on him," Freya glanced at him. "I know you always like to praise others, but this is the first time I have seen this statement. Judging from the reports, Spider-Man has indeed gradually matured."

It's much better than when he first debuted in New York.

"There are too many things in recent years, and it is difficult for us to split our energy to train newcomers," Steve said. "The rate of crime activities involving superpowers has been rising year by year, and the number of mutant conflicts has remained high. The police in different places are accustomed to doing their own things, and troubles always come to you inadvertently."

"Have you ever thought about uniting?" Freya asked. "The criminal forces are intertwined, but Chaoying is always independent. Is there no way for everyone to share information?"

"It's hard." Steve shook his head. "Recently, there are voices in the United Nations agencies within the league and in the upper levels of the United Nations. We are just a small group and have attracted so many attentions. If all the superpowers and the X-Men are connected together, a global League of Legends will be invisibly pressed on all political forces, and no regime in the world will tolerate this happening. By then, it will be no simpler to send a few documents to make the identity public."

Freya didn't say anything. Even the Avengers, which belong to the United Nations, showed signs of being asked to enter their identity, which shows that the forces behind them are far from underestimated.

Instead of holding on, she changed the subject.

They talked about each other's recent situation again. After about half an hour, they arrived at the hotel, then put the things first and drove home.

When Clark entered the door with a briefcase in the evening, Steve was sitting on the ground without any image playing with the bear. Freya had just finished peeling the potatoes and her hands were wet, so she pointed to the shoe cabinet and asked the reporter to take her slippers.

"What are you holding?" She glanced at the really thick briefcase curiously.

"A little information," Clark said shyly, "I think I might be able to use it later."

Freya was about to introduce him to Steve who had stood up instantly, and she smiled when she heard this.

"This is Clark Kent," she said, "Clark works at the Planet Daily." She pointed to another man who stood up straight, "This is Steve Rogers, Captain America."

Big Bear, the fence-bear, hesitated between the two of them.

Steve shook hands with Clark, and he immediately praised in surprise: "You have a lot of strength."

"I'm so excited." Clark said embarrassedly.

After a few greetings, they began to talk about the general topic of the interview.

Both of them were far more than six feet tall, with wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. Freya looked at the scene with satisfaction for a while before turning back to the kitchen to make meals.

She had a deep understanding of the amount of food customers today. Yesterday she bought the largest piece of beef in the supermarket for stew. Peas and cauliflower were also boiled in the pot. The apple pie in the oven was learned from Mrs. Green upstairs after moving here. I heard that it was the method she made in her hometown. There were also mashed potatoes and pasta, and the white sauce was ready-made. Freya almost emptied the refrigerator, and this meal made the meal for seven or eight people.

When dinner was about to go well, she walked to the kitchen door and took a look. She saw Steve and Clark sitting on the sofa, who were excitedly gesticking something, and several copies of information were spread on the coffee table.

Steve turned his head slightly and listened, with an expression of approval on his face from time to time.

The sound reached her ears.

“So,” Clark concluded, “you don’t think the identity of a superhero should be disclosed.”

"Freedom is written in the Constitution," Steve replied, "they have the right to choose whether they are involved in the rescue affairs, and they have the right to choose whether to put their social identity into the eyes of the public."

"I chose to join the army when I was young because it was the mission of every citizen to protect his home, support his compatriots, and maintain world peace. However, for various reasons, the military chose to shape me into the image I am now. Captain America is already a part of me, and my identity is not a secret, which does not mean that I think this should be used as a measure of other people's choices."

Clark nodded. "Seventy years later, you are back in the public eye, why did you join the Avengers?"

"I didn't want to join in at first." Steve thought for a while before answering, "I think the war is over. We have lost too much in the war. People are rushing to the battlefield in groups, and many of them never come back. Deep down in my heart, I hope I can really be like a retired man in my 90s."

"But everything that happened in New York changed my mind, and it told me one thing: times have changed, but war still exists, it just happened on a smaller scale, happened faster, and sometimes even more hidden. Even today, seventy years later, someone still needs to stand up and fight against the war and end the war. I have extraordinary abilities and special identities, so I cannot escape my own responsibilities."

Clark's pen left a long trace on the paper.

"What when people blame?" he asked. "After the Washington incident last year, people pointed at the past of Black Widow and expressed dissatisfaction with what you did in Washington. The dissolution of SHIELD cannot prevent a large number of street games and travel. Some people have slapped anti-hero slogans. How do you face this?"

Steve looked at Clark.

"I don't know," he said a moment later, "I guess I've always been a stubborn person, and I've always done what I think is the right thing."

"You are a hero," Clark stopped writing, he said softly, "I grew up reading your comics like everyone else, and I hope to grow up like you when I grow up."

"I don't want to be a hero." Steve smiled and shook his head, "But people need heroes, then I will carry it on my shoulders. You can do it too, Clark, you are a reporter, your experiences and your thoughts will shine in your pen, you may be slandered or even persecuted, one day people will understand what you do, one day they will call your name."

Freya held her hands in her chest not far away, staring at everything that was happening in the living room.

"I will." Clark said, his eyes slightly deflecting, meeting her gaze.

"From ancient times to the present, many people have fallen on this road, but if blood is needed to be shed on the way to seek justice, I hope I am the last one."

Steve held his shoulders and looked in Freya's direction along his gaze.

"It's time to have a meal, boys."

She smiled slightly and said briskly.

The female warrior turned her back, her eyes slightly moist and her expression was gentle.

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This chapter is also known as the world's strongest Lalang, the marriage of the two alliances, the victory of the Wei Guangzheng Group, etc.

Small theater:

Dachao: Please make friends!

Captain: Reject!

Dachao: Our attributes are the same QAQ

Captain: But you can fly

Dachao: Our working status is the same QAQ

Captain: But you can fly

Dachao: I will become you when I grow up QAQ
Chapter completed!