"Xu, you must have just arrived, right? Once you've gotten familiar with the workplace, we can go to the cafeteria for lunch together, then head to Logistics to pick up your uniform and ID badge."
Steve's voice always sounded steady, giving people a powerful sense of security. He always wore a smile as well, looking kind and approachable—a ray of light among all those fierce-looking agents.
But even if Steve had not acted so gentle, Shang-Chi's eyes would still have been practically glued to him.
"Come on, let's get on the Speeder first. Your workplace is at another S.H.I.E.L.D. base, though it isn't far from here. We can take a dedicated military Speeder, and then... Xu? Xu, are you listening?"
"Oh, I am." Shang-Chi cleared his throat, but he could not help looking at Steve again. Somewhat puzzled, he asked, "Why aren't you wearing your uniform?"
Indeed, although Steve stood before him holding the shield that represented Captain America, he was not in uniform. He wore a tracksuit instead and looked like a mountaineer.
Steve was a little surprised by the question. "Who wears a uniform every second of every day? This isn't a combat mission, so of course I'm wearing casual clothes."
"Ah..." Shang-Chi answered, only then realizing that he had really crossed into this world. He was not watching a movie or reading a comic. No superhero wore their uniform twenty-four hours a day.
Besides, Shang-Chi knew he was not some important figure. Why would Captain America need to meet him in full gear?
Being an ordinary passerby in the Marvel world? That sounded a little pathetic. After all, New York had people dying every day because of the superheroes' battles, and bystanders could easily die in the aftermath. But put another way—being a civil servant in the