Find a Lawyer

Six days later, Jack returned to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters and felt as if he had become something of a legend himself.

In just one month, he had slapped Colonel Ross, picked up a mysterious hammer, openly brawled with Garrett, launched a crackdown on crime in Hell's Kitchen, smeared Garrett's name, and now the person who had argued with Garrett was getting married next month.

Even Jack had no idea why Garrett kept playing such an important supporting role in his affairs. Still, now that he had returned, at least half the credit for all the attention he received had to go to Comrade Garrett...

"Maybe our personalities are just naturally incompatible..."

"Perhaps, in the grand design of fate, the only two contenders for the throne of Hydra's American branch are him and me..."

"Sigh~ Once tomorrow is over, I can make Garrett disappear from the face of the earth."

Jack slipped into Hill's office as if he knew the place by heart. Hill, the deputy director who became the old nanny whenever Fury was away, saw the bureau's biggest troublemaker enter her office.

Without even thinking, Hill knew Jack had come to stir up trouble.

"Get out!"

"Come on! I just want to meet Captain America and fulfill a childhood dream!"

"You think I wasn't a Captain America fan when I was little?"

"Oohhh~~~" Jack dragged out the sound three times longer. "I never thought Deputy Director Hill was also..."

"Actually, when we were little, girls tended to be bigger fans of Agent Carter."

Jack: "..."

In the end, Hill could not wear down Jack's patience. She let him meet Captain America and gave him a new assignment while she was at it. Before long, he would need to transport the hammer brought back from Antarctica to a new laboratory.

Jack guessed the hammer was the real reason Hill had agreed to let him see Captain America.

Otherwise, if he decided to quit, where would they find someone to move that hammer?

So, following the address Hill had given him, Jack found the newly settled Captain America in the Brooklyn District.

Captain America had just finished his recovery training for the day.

Looking at the sandbags shattered by punches all over the floor, Jack felt that without his One-Ton Arm Strength, his previous fighting ability would never have been enough to defeat Captain America in a one-on-one fight.

"No wonder all those tough guys on the strike team had to gang up on him in that elevator fight..."

"These super-soldiers really are freaks..."

After hearing why Jack had come, Captain America gave a slightly bashful smile. His personality had not changed much from before he had been frozen beneath the ice. At most, he had just started to awaken romantically. Deep down, he was still that Brooklyn kid from back then.

"Come on. I found a pretty good Chinese restaurant nearby yesterday. Let's eat there while we talk."

"Sounds good!"

They brought along two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, though it was hard to say whether they were protecting Captain America or being protected by him, and the four of them headed to the Chinese restaurant Captain America had mentioned.

When Jack saw the restaurant's name, the corner of his mouth twitched violently. His relationship with this owner was not exactly pleasant...

Jack had already transmigrated into this body when he joined S.H.I.E.L.D. After eating fried chicken and hamburgers for a while, he began searching all over New York City for Chinese restaurants.

He had spent three years eating at every Chinese restaurant in New York.

Aside from seven or eight decent places...

The Americanized Chinese food served by the rest was a complete nightmare to Jack, and those people had even treated him like a clueless foreigner and ripped him off...

The place Captain America had chosen was the very first Chinese restaurant Jack had visited in New York. Orange chicken, General Tso's chicken, and General Tso's chicken were all on its menu...

Jack had blown up on the spot back then. What kind of bullshit was that?!

Despite his unpleasant history with the place, Jack could only grit his teeth and go in if he wanted to get Daredevil close to Captain America.

After entering, Jack did not see the familiar old man, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. However, while ordering, he still ran into the waiter who recognized him at a glance.

Why did the waiter remember Jack so clearly...

Because the last incident had caused quite a scene. The other guy had cursed him in Chinese, Jack understood Chinese, and in the end, a Chinese man and a white man had shouted insults at each other in perfectly standard Chinese right in front of the bewildered NYPD officers...

So, a genuine New Yorker who could use Chinese with such mastery would leave a deep impression on anyone, whether in New York or anywhere else in the United States.

"Ahem, stop looking at me. My friend wanted to eat here. I didn't want to come in at all."

"Hah, if your Chinese is so fluent, why are you speaking English?"

"Damn it... Who told you to treat me like some clueless foreigner last time? Two plates of fried chicken with a little meat sauce on top, and you dared charge me fifty bucks?!"

"That's the going rate in New York!"

"Pah! Don't think I don't know you feed frozen chicken to foreigners!"

"Brother, I give up... What, am I supposed to slaughter one fresh for you? You have no idea how annoying the animal protection people are..."

While Jack traded barbs with the young waiter, Captain America had already ordered what he wanted.

After asking the waiter for a bottle of cola, Jack switched into small-talk mode.

"Captain America..."

"Just call me Rogers. Don't make it so formal. Seventy years have passed, and I can't bear that title anymore."

"Alright, Rog... Rogers... I'm sure plenty of people have asked how you feel about present-day New York, so I won't ask that. As a Captain America fan, I think I should show my concern in a different way."

"Hm?"

"Have you collected your pension?"

"Uh..."

Half an hour later, the four of them, full and satisfied, headed straight for Daredevil's law office.

Captain America felt that he had only served for a few years before being frozen under the ice for seventy years. Apart from the age on his ID, there was nothing to prove that he was an elderly man who had reached retirement age.

But under Jack's forceful persuasion, Captain America still decided to collect his pension and the wages that had accumulated over seventy years.

Because Jack had made a very good point.

"Agent Carter is still alive. If you don't want to use S.H.I.E.L.D.'s money and don't want to collect your pension either, how are you supposed to go see her?"

When he imagined meeting the woman of his dreams dressed in rags, Captain America felt that was even more troubling than collecting a pension.

So, the four of them arrived at Daredevil's office and met Daredevil, who had been waiting for quite some time.

"Is this man blind?"

"A blind lawyer, or is he an assistant?"

"Jack, are you sure this place is reliable?"

Daredevil's sunglasses made Captain America doubt his professional competence.

Jack casually picked up a trophy from the bookshelf beside the desk and tossed it to Captain America. On it, he saw the words: 'New York City's Best Civilian Lawyer of the Year Award.'

"Alright, it looks like Attorney Matt's professional ability is inversely proportional to his income..."