The Stars and Stripes Shield Doesn't Suit You

In a town near the desert in southern California, thriving tourism continuously pumped vibrant life into the town.

Steve and the others were temporarily hiding in a resort established through an early investment by Howard's wife, Maria Stark. It had agreements with several travel companies and possessed considerable scale and resources.

Howard Stark climbed out of the pool and complained to Steve beside him, "Man, I'm starting to regret this. Before we left, I should've brought a few vials of Anti-aging Serum. Then I could've stayed young forever."

Thirty-five years had passed, yet Howard still looked like a middle-aged man. Having been enhanced by the heart-shaped herb, he was quite satisfied with his physique.

When Maria was unaware, he occasionally went out to fight in underground boxing matches. His punches were hard and powerful, and in every one-on-one fight, he usually took on at least five opponents.

After leaving Hydra with Steve, he no longer had the Anti-aging Serum. It might not show now, but ten, twenty, or thirty years from now, making his opponents cry and beg for mercy would probably be impossible.

"Howard, you don't have to come with me. Just like Dr. Pym, I won't force you. After all, you have your own career, your own family, and your son, Tony," Steve said seriously.

"Oh, give me a break. Don't think that spending a few years in the Kree Empire means you get to boss me around." Howard snorted disdainfully. "Without me, you would've died on the World War II battlefield. This time will be no different."

"Thanks!"

At that, Steve's spirits sank. Hydra had actually been pretty good, and its working environment had been quite satisfactory.

The only problem was the organization's criminal record. Having personally experienced World War II, he could not believe Hydra had