[Comprehensive] Hero Dogma

He would visit this camp regularly every other week. His tall and thin body was wrapped in a stiff military uniform. He looked handsome, but that was all.

"Mr. Schmidt inspects—all staff—salute!"

The soldiers at the entrance of the camp stood at attention, raised their right arms over their chests, and gave a standard Nazi salute.

"Long live Hydra!"

My target, Schmidt, raised his head proudly and walked into the camp under the neatly painted slogan, stepped onto the command platform to salute the soldiers under the platform and began to speak.

"Long live Hydra! Thanks to the wise instructions of the head of state, we are fortunate to be here today to witness the power of science. Soon, under the leadership of the head of state, the whole world will see the advanced technology of the empire!"

The soldiers began to shout the slogans "Long live the Führer" and "Long live the Hydra." Schmidt showed a satisfied smile on his face, and after waving to the audience, someone led two middle-aged men to the stage.Judging from their walking posture and tense expressions, they should not be from the army.

"Today I would like to introduce to you two outstanding scientists -- Dr. Erkins and Dr. Zola."

Schmidt smiled and stretched out his hands to the two doctors, holding them by his side. With the small roar of the camera and the lights, I think this photo will definitely be put into a glass frame in the future. There is a small label below that says "Nazi leader and his scientists take a photo" and put it in a museum.

"The two doctors will conduct quite important research in the camp. I hope that you can fully cooperate with the doctors. I will open the volunteer registration of the two doctors' personal guards later. I hope that I can see amazing people when I visit the camp next time. Exciting results. Long live Hydra!"

"Long live Hydra!"

Watching Schmidt rush out of the camp surrounded by his men, I think I have found a way to get close to Schmidt and kill him in full view.

I dug out the military uniform I buried before from the hiding place and changed into it. I don’t know what procedures are required to be enlisted in the personal guards of the doctors?

***

"Damn! You're good, hero save the beauty, boy, come again? Come again? Wait and see if that little bitch will really help you rescue soldiers!"

It had just rained a few days ago, and there was no chance of "warm sunshine" in the cramped alleys. Pedestrians on the street were busy on their way, and no one cared about the unlucky ghosts surrounded by people in the alleys.

"Don't be too pessimistic, Rogers, maybe one day there will be three circles in front of your tombstone and three circles of girls crying for you ~ oh ~ Rogers ~ my hero ~"

One of them squeezed his orchid fingers, choked his throat and pretended to cry in a high-pitched voice, which caused his companions to burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Well said Bill, I think there is only one day in his life where he can enjoy the treatment of a hero, ahhahaha!"

"God is fair, even if you are a snake all your life, you still have a chance to enjoy the love of the goddesses once."

"That's right, that's right, God loves the world!"

As the object of being ridiculed, Rogers sat on the ground in a state of embarrassment. Just now he was pushed by the group of people and just let his buttocks sit in the puddle. What a tragedy it would be when he stood up and watched from behind.

"What's the matter, oh! Little Rogers, are you scared to pee?"

Great, now those punks also noticed something was wrong with his pants, the color darkened from absorbing water spread from the buttocks to the crotch, which gave them another topic to laugh at.

These ridicules are actually innocuous to Steve Rogers. If you have been joked by other classmates because of your body shape and physical diseases (asthma) since elementary school, after 10 years of experience you will It is okay to be as immovable as a mountain to these words.

Seeing someone being bullied──helping out──being taught a lesson by a gangster──going home like a dog.

This kind of development is not new to Steve. If it were someone else, he would probably have walked around this group of demon kings, but he was the only one who caused trouble for himself time and time again.This time he'd have to pay for a new pair of pants, hoping Mr. Wilson at the grocer didn't mind his first day at work in wet pants... no one would mind, considering standing behind the counter?

"Is it funny?"

The little gangster who was hugging his belly and laughing wildly heard someone asking a question in his ear, and he didn't want to answer directly:

"It's so funny, oops, I can't even imagine how much fun my life would be without Rogers... oh! Do it!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was punched hard on the cheek, followed by a kick in the butt, making him jump straight forward and buried himself in another puddle next to Steve. .

"It's Barnes!" A sharp-eyed person recognized the person who made the move, and shouted out the identity of the person at the top of his voice.

"Barnes is here, let's go!"

"Let's go!"

The hooligans who were still unscrupulously making fun of Rogers ran away, and even forgot to help the boss who fell into a dog and ate shit.

"I'm almost done with them, Bucky." Steve stood up, taking his friend's extended hand.

Bucky looked at the hooligan lying on the ground, and at his friend's dirty appearance, he shrugged and didn't say much.

"What's going on today?"

The two of them went to apologize to the boss of the grocery store together, because the chaos just now delayed the part-time job. Fortunately, the boss is a kind person, and he generously asked Steve to go home and rest and start work tomorrow.

Only then did Bucky have the opportunity to ask the cause and effect of the matter clearly.

"Nothing," Steve said vaguely, "I saw them pestering a girl who didn't look like she wanted to dance with them at all, so..."

Bucky's sigh over his head stopped Steve, and the two of them walked on the road in silence. The difference in height and physique made it impossible to think that they were friends of the same age, but more like a big brother dragging his little brother home who caused trouble.

"Actually, you don't have to be a hero yourself..."

"I never wanted to be a 'hero,' Bucky."

"Yeah, you just tried to do the right thing, and you almost got beaten to death if you weren't careful."

"Told you I was almost done before you came."

"Oh."

"Hey, what kind of perfunctory attitude is that..."

In 1935, this was a story that happened in Brooklyn, New York, USA at the same time.

The third step of job transfer

Steve Rogers and James Barnes are just like other American teenagers, struggling with their youthful blues.

In another year, they will graduate from middle school. It is estimated that it is impossible to go to university. It is necessary to find a job, but it is necessary for 17 and 18-year-old teenagers to decide what kind of job is most suitable for them and what kind of job is developmental. It's too demanding.

As far as they know, except for some wealthy families, most of the classmates are going to be apprentices to learn a craft, or the girls are going to get married, but Steve's hands can't lift their shoulders Can't pick, the bean sprouts that will fall ill due to severe weather changes are destined to miss the apprenticeship—what kind of master would be willing to hire a sick guy to cause trouble for himself.

"Did you get a job, Buck."

Returning home to change out of his dirty clothes, Steve looked at someone who had already treated his house as his own, reclined on the sofa and kicked his shoes here and there, and began to habitually "Mom-style" nostalgia.

"Uh-huh, working as a bartender at Raymond's Tavern." Bucky propped himself up from the sofa and made a motion of shaking the drink.

Steve's eyes narrowed.

Although he himself is a teenager with limited vision, he also knows that taverns are not places to find serious jobs. Even if the current economic situation is not good, it is not impossible for young and strong people like Bucky to find physical work. Everything is better than the tavern where the dragons and snakes are mixed.

"Come on, Steve." Bucky waved his hand, "It's temporary, I promise."

"How long is it for now?"

Facing Steve's serious face comparable to that of a school teacher, Bucky subconsciously sat upright, and obediently replied:

"Uh... At least wait until I finish surveying your daily commute to and from get off work, and teach you a lesson... Cough, I mean, make sure everything around you is safe..."

Steve didn't know what expression to use to face Bucky.

Yeah, if Bucky went to a "real" job, no boss would want to see his employees drop off work every day or two to save their friends who got into trouble.

"Hey! Hey! Steve." Bucky snapped his fingers several times in a row to get Steve's attention back. I don’t want to be an apprentice for ten or eight years and I don’t know when I will be able to get ahead, not to mention that there are unemployed people everywhere, going to be an apprentice may just delay the timing of unemployment until ten years later.”

"Okay, so what do you want to do?" Steve crossed his arms, his eyes didn't soften because of Bucky's explanation, he definitely didn't want his good friend to waste time trying to protect him, if Bucky Really full of such idiotic thoughts in his mind, he absolutely wants to wake the other party up with his own hands, "I'm all ears."

Bucky jumped off the sofa, stood at attention and raised his hand to the corner of his brow as a military salute.

"I'm going to join the army!"

"Join the army?" Steve frowned first, and soon understood Bucky's thoughts.

The Great Depression kept the unemployment rate high. If you can't find a job, it's not like a girl can find someone to marry directly.