Washington.
Veterans Services.
Natasha was dressed in loose black wartime clothes, with curly short hair and sunglasses, and walked into the Veterans Service Office located at Washington, Brooklyn.
After passing through the corridor and arriving at the psychotherapy office, she slightly opened the gold coin psychotherapy room door, opened it a crack, lowered her head, pulled her sunglasses down to the wings of her nose, and raised her pupils to see Steve·Roger Si sitting around with a group of people, doing team psychotherapy.
Natasha's mouth whistled softly. Steve·Roger, who was originally lowering his head to listen to others' psychological treatment, his expression changed. He raised his head slightly and saw Natasha.
Seeing Steve·Roger Si saw himself, Natasha gently closed the door again, turned to the rubber chair next to the wall, and sat down with his arms crossed.
Steve·Roger Since being dug out of the glacier by S.H.I.E.L.D., Si has not adapted to the rhythm of the times and has been undergoing psychological treatment at the Veterans Service.
After a while, Steve·Roger made an excuse to withdraw from the team psychotherapy. He walked out softly from the psychotherapy room and saw Natasha waiting for him. He closed the door silently and then said to Natasha:
"Any new plans?"
"Let's go and pick up your comrades." Natasha stood up from the chair, took off the sunglasses from his nose, put them in his breast pocket, and walked out of the corridor.
Steve·Roger Si's face moved slightly, he caught up with Natasha, walked side by side towards the corridor with her, hesitatingly said:
"Tony him········"
"Well, he is very opinionated, so your comrades can only come out to assist you in the battle. After taking a breath of fresh air, you have to go back and sit down." Natasha said with a calm expression, "So you have to keep an eye on him. Don't let him run away after the battle. We do not allow you to let the felons go privately.
Of course, if we fail and the world is destroyed, it won't matter."
Natasha spreads his hands indifferently.
"I know, I won't." Steve·Roger Si nodded, feeling relieved and talking as he walked.
Before he could feel grateful that he could continue to fight with his comrades after 70 years, a stern look appeared on his face.
"The plan this time is still Nick's command?" Steve·Roger Si said with a slightly tight face, "I hope this time he can regain some trust as the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.."
Repeatedly and four times, under the command of Nick·Fury, he was attacked by Loki and Cosmic Cube disappeared. Steve·Roger initiated a command action against him to gather people and command them to deal with Loki. His confidence was not that high.
Strictly speaking, there is nothing wrong with the command of Nick·Fury.
The problem is Loki. The Loki holding Mind Scepter is so elusive and can merge and control the mind that it is already too much.
Anyone who faces him will feel troubled and difficult to deal with.
Except He-El.
"No, this time BOSS will take over the command." Natasha said, "After all, he can be regarded as Loki's nemesis.
We are all waiting for Loki to come out and be beaten up by him."
"Shock..." Steve·Roger Si was slightly surprised and almost blurted out the name He-El, but after taking a look at the people around the Veterans Service Office, he suppressed the name He-El.
During this time, he was able to see the power of Loki's Mind Suggestion at the Veterans Service Office.
Almost all the people who were Mind Suggestion invariably blamed all their dissatisfaction on He-El, and scolded He-El for anything they could relate to, even for no reason.
Everyone around him, and the whole world, were making trouble out of nothing, accusing He-El, and brewing a trend of conquering He-El that was about to explode. It was shocking and thrilling.
Steve·Roger is really scared. This wave of conquest against He-El is getting bigger and bigger. When it finally breaks out in the world, I don't know what kind of storm it will cause.
"Steve!"
Steve·Roger Si and Natasha were communicating casually. When they were about to walk out of the Veterans Service Office, someone stopped Steve·Roger Si.
Sam·Wilson is a typical soldier with black skin and tall stature. He retired from the army due to psychological problems due to a certain trauma on the battlefield. He works in the military service office and treats his own psychological problems. During this time, he made friends with Steve·Roger Si. With a somewhat worried look on his face, he caught up with Steve·Roger Si who was about to leave and said:
"Steve, where are you going? The psychological team treatment has not ended yet? Have you encountered any difficulties recently? Something is wrong with you."
Sam·Wilson stood in front of Steve·Roger, glanced at Natasha with a frown, then turned his eyes back to Steve·Roger, and asked out of concern as a friend.
"Sam, I have to leave for a while." Steve·Roger Si smiled.
"Go fight?" Sam·Wilson directly guessed Steve·Roger's intention to leave, and affirmed. "Can I help with something?"
"What we need are not ordinary retired soldiers." Natasha added. What they need is not ordinary strong soldiers, but people with some special talents and outstanding talents.
"No need for ordinary soldiers?" Sam·Wilson glanced at Natasha, and then from Steve's face, he was sure that what they needed to fight was not that simple.
"That should be just right, come with me." Sam·Wilson took a step forward and motioned for the two of them to follow.
Steve·Roger Si and Natasha looked at each other.
"We are in a hurry?" Steve·Roger asked.
"It's a rush, but it doesn't exceed the time allowed by the above and what I planned." Natasha responded.
"Then let's take a look at the abilities of my new friend." Steve·Roger turned his head and motioned for Natasha to follow him.
Natasha looked at the time and stepped to keep up.
"I don't know what your definition of an ordinary soldier is." Sam·Wilson took the two of them directly to his home, two blocks away from the Veterans Service Office.
"Look, I shouldn't be considered an ordinary soldier." Sam·Wilson dug out some information about his past experiences and handed them to Natasha and Steve·Roger.
Natasha and Steve·Roger began to look through each of them.
"Have you participated in the EXO-7 Falcon secret project?" Natasha looked at what was recorded in the information, raised his head and said in surprise.
Sam·Wilson smiled and nodded sadly, "If you need an air support."
"Sam conforms?" Steve·Roger Si doesn't know what the EXO-7 Falcon secret plan is, but looking at Natasha, it seems that this plan has excellent and redeeming features.
Natasha looked at Sam·Wilson and said solemnly, "Have you ever done any mental training to prepare yourself for death?"
"I have faced death crises more than twenty times." Sam·Wilson's smiling face turned slightly serious.
"Welcome to join, Falcon." Natasha extended his hand and immediately decided to let Sam·Wilson join, "We need to rush to the sea immediately."