Chapter 293 I Have No Destination, I Can Go Anywhere

Autumn in New York is not too cold. Because it is adjacent to the Atlantic Ocean, the wind from the sea will blow warm air here. Therefore, even if winter is approaching, people on the street are not affected too much and still maintain their daily busy schedule. appearance.

Steve Rogers blindly shuttled through the crowd, constantly passing by the busy people around him.

He didn't know where he should go or what he should do.

The only thing I can do is to search aimlessly on the streets, looking for a corner that matches the New York I remember.

Only in that corner could he find some sense of belonging and a sense of home.

"The dancing thing may have to be postponed for another day..."

"No problem... Next Saturday, let's go to Stork Nightclub..."

"8 o'clock sharp, don't be late, you know..."

"You know, I'm not really good at dancing yet..."

"I will teach you, just come..."

Steve searched for a long time, but every time he stood in front of Stocker's Nightclub again, the store in front of him was no longer the place they had agreed upon.

"Welcome to the 21st century, Mr. Rogers..."

"If you are talking about the Stock Club that closed down decades ago, I think you may never find it again..."

"Mr. Rogers, although I am sorry, I still regret to tell you that you have been sleeping for nearly 70 years..."

In 70 years, it seems that everything has changed as Leni Stark said.

But Steve still didn't want to give up, he still wanted to find a place of his own.

"Oh my god, I really can't do this thing with my old bones..."

Just when Steve was deeply confused, an old voice suddenly sounded beside him. Following the sound, he turned out to be a white-haired old man wearing wide reading glasses.

Seeing Steve looking over, the old man looked Steve up and down, and then a surprised smile appeared on his face.

"Hey kid, can you help me load this thing into the car?"

Steve looked around. No one stopped except himself, and judging from the old man's appearance, he should be calling him.

At this time, the old man was trying to throw a huge suitcase into the trunk of a Ford F150. However, the suitcase was too big, and it was obvious that he could not complete such a heavy task by himself.

"Oh well!"

Without thinking too much, Steve took two steps forward and easily picked up the suitcase, which was half a person's height, with one hand and put it effortlessly into the trunk of the F150.

"Oh my God! Are you Popeye?"

The old man who witnessed all this couldn't help but let out an exclamation, and even the passers-by who noticed it began to express their admiration.

"Well, no, although I submitted an application to join the Navy, they did not accept me."

The upright Steve didn't know what Popeye was, he just thought he was a stronger sailor in the navy.

The old man looked at Steve's face in confusion, as if he was thinking of something, and his kind face smiled even more.

"But at least the outcome is good, right?"

Rogers nodded. The old man was right. Although the process of joining the army was a bit bumpy, at least he finally achieved his wish.

The old man smiled and raised his hand and patted Rogers' arm. Even though his figure was slightly stooped, he still looked very good.

"Thank you for your help, kid."

The old man thanked him, turned around and walked to the driver's seat of the F150, opened the door and got in.

Seeing the old man's actions, Steve was slightly surprised. An old man who looked so old could actually drive this huge pickup truck.

Lowering the passenger side window, the old man looked at Steve.

"Where are you going? If you're on the way, old man, I can give you a ride."

Steve thought about it and didn't refuse. He was wandering aimlessly anyway, so why not just take a ride?

"I have no destination. I can go anywhere. Where are you going?"

The old man frowned slightly when he heard this, obviously not satisfied with the answer.

"Losing your goal is not a good thing. Let's do this. Old man, I'm going to Flushing. I might as well take you to the Stark Industries Expo on the way. It's a good place. Maybe I can help you find what you want. Wanted.”

Steve raised his eyebrows when he heard this. He had indeed heard of this expo. It was said that Howard's son Tony Stark reopened it in May this year. Leni Testarossa, who he had met before, had also Gave speeches at expositions.

"Okay, it's convenient for you."

"If it's inconvenient, just get in the car!"

The old man laughed and started the car. As Steve got on the passenger seat, the old man stepped on the accelerator. The F150's engine roared powerfully and quickly drove away from the place, heading straight towards Flushing. go.

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"Hey! Leni, look! Mr. Rogers got in the car and left!"

Sitting in the R8 car on the other side of the street, Leni and Skye witnessed almost the entire process of Steve Rogers helping the old man.

During this period, Skye originally wanted to lower the window to say hello to Steve, but was stopped in time by Leni.

Because Lainie recognized the identity of the old man, if she went up to greet him at this time, she might be disgusted by him.

Lainie knew her identity very well. Even if she offended everyone in the world, she would never offend the old man easily.

There was no way. He was too powerful. Those who knew would know...

"Let's go and follow him."

Seeing that the F150 pickup was about to leave, Lainie immediately put on her sunglasses again, started the car and followed the pickup truck from a distance.

She wanted to see where this observer of the Marvel world was going to take Captain America.

However, the more the car drove, the more familiar Lainie felt. Isn't this the direction to the Stark Expo in Flushing? Could it be that the old man was going to take Captain America to the Expo?

The more she thought about it, the more she felt it was possible. According to the temperament and habits of this observer, everything that seemed to be a coincidence must not be a coincidence when it happened to him.

Anyway, I was free today, and it was still early, so it was okay to work as a surveillance officer part-time.

"Tell the agents stationed near the American team to take a break, and leave the next thing to us."

After instructing Skye, Lainie slowed down the R8 and deliberately kept a distance of about 1 kilometer from the F150 in front of them.

Trying not to attract the attention of the two people in front, the two of them were able to keep a suitable distance and follow far behind.

It is worth mentioning that the old man's driving is not as fragile as he looks, but rather quite stylish. With the large F150, it really has a feeling of the old West.

"Hold on! Old man, I'm going to speed up!"

Looking at the rearview mirror, the old man suddenly reminded Steve in the co-pilot seat, and then stepped on the accelerator hard, and the engine's power output suddenly increased to a higher level again!

The sudden push on the back caught Steve off guard. He didn't expect the old man to do this, and he quickly reached out to grab the handle above his head.

The same person who didn't expect the old man to do this was Lainie, who was far behind. If it weren't for her superb driving skills and quick reaction, she might have been left behind by the old man at the traffic light just now.

Looking at the traffic that was almost brushing against the R8, Skye turned to Lainie with lingering fear.

"Damn, I suddenly regret coming out with you!"

Note ①: The American animation "Popeye" was first broadcast in 1960, so Captain America, who fell asleep in 1945, had not seen this classic work.