Steve sat inside the Quinjet's cabin, head lowered as he stroked his shield.
A few short decades had done nothing to change the shield. It was still the same as it had been back then.
But the world had long since changed.
Steve sighed.
Although S.H.I.E.L.D. had rescued him from the Arctic, he truly felt somewhat overwhelmed when facing this ever-changing modern world.
Nick Fury said he merely needed time to adapt, to move a body that had been frozen for decades.
He could only hope that was true.
Because even today, in an era where Hydra had already been destroyed, enemies who wanted to destroy the world still emerged one after another.
The danger had clearly escalated.
Yet he remained the same.
But compared to that, what confused Captain America even more was why the wonderful life he had once believed he was fighting for still had not come to pass.
Since being thawed, aside from hiding underground and boxing, he had also been learning about this world.
Hydra was gone, the war was over, yet the world was still not at peace.
Once, he had believed that fighting for this country meant fighting for the world, for peace, and for humanity.
But when he learned about the history of the past few decades, he discovered that he had been wrong.
The nation that called itself a beacon had launched several wars over these years.
He was somewhat confused.
At that moment, the jet began to slow down.
A soldier walked up to him and said, "Captain, we're here."
Steve emerged from his thoughts and looked up at the white-bearded soldier. He saw the name "Brock Rumlow" written on the man's tag.
Apparently, that was his name.
"Thank you."
Steve let out a long breath and strapped his shield