Beep beep!
Steve, who had been studying the patterns on his shield by the roadside, looked up. The car horn in the distance pulled him from his thoughts once more, and he saw the person inside the car looking at him.
Decades had passed, yet this man's appearance had not changed at all. The short stubble and the single eye covered by a black leather eyepatch looked highly intimidating to outsiders, but Steve felt only warmth and familiarity.
"Godfather." Steve got to his feet, his head and shoulders drooping. He even felt too ashamed to face anyone.
"Get in, kid." Su Ming waved at him and pushed open the passenger-side door.
This car had been picked up too, except it had been picked up from someone else's home. Strangle was exceptionally good at making keys; all it had to do was flow into the lock and harden.
"I'm waiting for Peggy. She's still at the White House." Steve pointed across the road, where the Stars and Stripes still fluttered above the ruins.
"She's not going anywhere. It's not like you two have to be inseparable, watching her everywhere she goes, right?" Su Ming smiled helplessly. At least for the next few days, Peggy definitely would not have any time. The wrangling between the SSR, the federal government, and the military now rested entirely on her shoulders.
Whether the SSR could secure better restructuring terms after its dissolution mattered greatly to everyone in the SSR. Since it had been infiltrated by Hydra, the SSR was bound to take the blame. All Peggy could do was find a way to spread that blame around before Congress delivered its final verdict.
Whether she shifted it onto the FBI, the CIA, or some other department depended on whether she could get leverage over them