Falcon

JJ stood at the intersection between Hell's Kitchen and Brooklyn, with a tall Black man beside him, talking nonstop.

Ever since the Murphy incident at Stark Tower, Sam Wilson had been working tirelessly on behalf of disabled soldiers.

Stark had stopped providing the military with free enhanced mechanical prosthetics, and had cut back production of the basic models. They were still free, but the wait had grown long, leaving many people in a difficult position.

With nowhere else to turn, Sam had made inquiries and sought out JJ, one of Alvin's most trusted people.

JJ glanced helplessly at Sam Wilson beside him. "Buddy, I'm about to get into a fight. You'd better get out of here.

"As an employee at a Veterans Rehabilitation Center, you've done your part.

"Stark's basic prosthetics might take a while, but those people can still get them. As for the enhanced models, you should talk to the military brass.

"Whether they pay up or pitch in, taking care of disabled veterans is their responsibility!"

Seeing the pleading look on Sam Wilson's face, JJ sighed. "You've been on my case for almost a month, but there's really nothing I can do.

"I served in the military, and I do feel for those disabled guys, but I can't make that call...

"You know what those sons of bitches in the military have been up to. The police chief went all the way to the Pentagon with a gun and knocked a few generals' teeth out over this...

"Why don't you organize people and put some pressure on those officials? Stark owes everyone an explanation."

Sam Wilson said helplessly, "We all know what those sons of bitches sitting in their offices think of disabled veterans. To them, those poor bastards are just a burden.

"I know you're one