After the slogans were shouted, Nick Fury and Coulson seemed to have lost something. They stood there despondently, one hand on their hips, heads tilted back to keep the glistening liquid from falling.
Oh, Nick Fury was not included here. His old face was thick enough, and his tear ducts had long since been tied off. The despondent one was Coulson, because he was a die-hard fan of Captain America/Captain Marvel.
Since childhood, Coulson had regarded Captain America as his idol. As a child, he had visited the Captain America Memorial Hall in New York every day thanks to free admission for children. After growing up, he still went three to five times a month. He could practically recite the documents and materials in the memorial hall backward.
Among them, his favorite stories were the legendary tales of Captain America leading the Howling Commandos to crush Hydra's schemes time and again. They inspired him to keep improving and never bow his head before hardship or setbacks.
Although he had stopped believing in them much after growing up, he started believing again when Captain America evolved into Captain Marvel.
The hero of his childhood would not become outdated with the advance of the times. Whether Captain America or Captain Marvel, their never-give-up spirit was the guiding light illuminating his path ahead.
And yet, the moment he turned around, Captain America/Captain Marvel tore off his disguise and revealed the uniform of a Hydra Captain!
What a scam! What happened to never giving up? What happened to being irreconcilable enemies with Hydra?
Life had its ups and downs, but it could not be this bitter, could it?
With his idol and dreams shattered, Coulson's hairline seemed to recede a little further, making him even more mature.
Unfortunately, he had underestimated life. Life was