As everyone knew, ever since the Cold War, America's red allergy had been incurable. If you wanted to drag someone down from their position, the fastest way was to accuse him of being a communist sympathizer.
And red allergy had a precursor symptom: the "everyone looks red syndrome," belonging to the "paranoid spectrum" and "see enemies in every bush syndrome."
In modern times, the symptoms had eased considerably, almost reaching a cure, because the root cause was gone. But as the shadow of that root cause once more descended upon this planet, the old illness that had never truly healed flared up again.
"Sir, I think this is really going too far. No matter what, we can't search Captain America's personal belongings, can we?"
A young agent followed behind his superior. His superior crossed the corridor with a blank expression and said, "Don't ask why. Carry out the order."
"It's not just Captain America. Every member of the Avengers organization is to undergo a secret investigation."
"But didn't we already vote in favor of global cooperation? Why are we conducting secret internal investigations?"
"That so-called Hero Registration Act never passed. The lawmakers have no way of learning about these superheroes, so they have to investigate themselves. We should thank their compulsive need to control everything. This is our job."
Turning a corner, the superior pointed to a door beside them and told the young agent behind him, "Go there. Pick up your equipment and head out with your team leader."
After the young agent nodded and left, the superior shook his head helplessly and sighed. "If those damned S.H.I.E.L.D. people hadn't transferred away most of our manpower, we wouldn't be sending such an inexperienced rookie into the field."
After saying that, he strode downstairs. Entering an office, he greeted the