Captain America's Chastity, Luke's Mockery

Luke's guess turned out to be spot on.

When Rogers got his hands on the gleaming silver circular shield, he handled it like a child with a beloved toy, constantly fiddling with it. It felt perfectly balanced.

"This is the best gift we've received since leaving Brooklyn!"

Rogers flashed a slight smile, fitting the shield onto his arm and striking a few iconic poses.

He had been worried about his friend Bucky's safety, feeling a bit down.

However, Luke's arrival had greatly eased Rogers' mind.

"Luke, what do you think happened to Bucky?"

Captain America asked, his eyes showing a hint of worry, his brow furrowed.

He felt Luke always had many ways to solve all sorts of problems.

"I asked those captured soldiers, and they said Bucky was likely transferred," Luke analyzed after returning to the barracks.

He had indeed picked up on some clues others might overlook.

For instance, that secret Hydra base transferred batches of prisoners every few weeks.

About two hundred men from the 107th Infantry Regiment were held in the munitions factory, forced to work as free labor.

But the number of people who successfully escaped with Luke and Rogers was only a little over a hundred soldiers.

Excluding those who died from overwork, or were casualties, about fifteen were still missing.

They shared the same experience as Bucky: they were taken to the isolation ward at the munitions factory and never came out again.

Furthermore, a British soldier, while working as a laborer at the factory, once overheard Dr. Zola mentioning the name "Baron Strucker."

Coincidentally, Luke knew what that name represented.

Therefore, he concluded that Bucky had likely been transferred by Hydra to another location.

"I hope so. Bucky doesn't know I've already gone to the front lines. It was supposed to be a surprise!"

Rogers said, looking down.

He had always wanted to tell Bucky the good news himself and see his surprised expression.

Before Luke appeared, Bucky had been his only companion, and their bond was very deep.

"Don't dwell on problems you can't solve. Get ready instead. Colonel Phillips is hosting a celebration tonight, and I'm sure plenty of girls will ask you to dance."

Luke changed the subject, teasingly remarking, "I heard you were hugging a civilian staff member this afternoon. That enthusiastic young lady wanted to thank you on behalf of the soldiers' families..."

Rogers' handsome face flushed red. He coughed twice, saying somewhat awkwardly, "That... was an accident. I don't have much experience, and she just hugged me. Luke, you know, I'm always not good at refusing people..."

Listening to Captain America's stammering, pale defense, Luke chuckled and continued to tease, "That's true, who would refuse a beautiful girl offering a passionate kiss? By the way, Steve, don't tell me that was your first kiss, or I'll despise you."

"How is that possible!"

Rogers' face turned bright red, veins bulging on his forehead as he argued, "Janice and I, and Amy..."

"But Bucky said that was all from when you were eight or nine years old. Does playing house with girls count?"

Seeing Captain America trying so hard to recall his romantic experiences, Luke burst into laughter, filling the barracks with a cheerful atmosphere.

After Rogers' mood improved and he left the barracks to prepare his clothes for the celebration, Luke, sitting alone, his eyes flickered as if contemplating something.

He was thinking about "Baron Strucker" as mentioned by Dr. Zola.

The man's real name was Wolfgang von Strucker.

Born in Bavaria, Germany, he was a confidant of the Fuhrer, much like the rather famous "Baron Zemo" within the Nazi Party.

Unlike Red Skull's ambition, Strucker held deep affection for the Third Reich, wholeheartedly wanting to defeat the Allied Nations and help the Axis Powers win the war.

It's worth noting that although Baron Strucker was a high-ranking member of Hydra, he was not on the same side as Red Skull.

He possessed his own research institute and technological capabilities, having once created a viral weapon called "Death Spores," which claimed many Allied lives.

"Thinking about it, the Allied Nations have really had it rough, being dominated by the various black technologies of the Axis Powers..."

Luke thought to himself.

No wonder a certain German major would shout the slogan "German technology is the world's number one!"

After a simple wash and changing into a brand-new formal military uniform, Luke and Rogers entered a pub in a nearby town.

The noisy atmosphere hit them immediately, the air filled with the aroma of malt and the faint blue mist from burning low-quality tobacco.

Those lucky soldiers who had survived and returned were desperately downing glass after glass of strong liquor, or gathered around playing cards and arm wrestling.

Some, in high spirits, were even preparing for a wrestling match.

The soldiers filling the pub erupted in laughter from time to time.

The cacophony made the ceiling above tremble slightly, and the light bulbs hanging from it swayed.

"Our hero has arrived!"

Duggan, sitting at the bar, spotted Luke standing at the entrance and immediately shouted.

He banged his glass on the bar counter with the rhythmic sound of a drum, drawing everyone's attention.

The soldiers spontaneously stopped what they were doing, all stood up, and started applauding.

The entire tavern seemed like it was about to be blown apart!

Those admiring gazes, those grateful looks.

They transformed into cheers, sent to Luke.

This was respect for a War Hero!

"They're really enthusiastic!"

The applause and cheers lasted for two minutes. Rogers sat down beside his good friend and handed him a glass of whiskey on the rocks.

"There's a dance later, have you picked a dance partner yet?"

Luke picked up his glass, the cold yet fiery liquid flowed down his throat, bringing a sense of comfort.

"How come I didn't know about that?"

Rogers' eyes widened. He hadn't heard about any dancing at the celebration party.

Captain America thought Luke was joking back at the barracks. Holding a dance before the war was won, wasn't that a bit much?

"Howard told me. He's already picked his hunting target for tonight."

Luke chuckled and gently nudged Rogers' shoulder, saying, "Is that the lucky person who stole Captain America's first kiss? She looks pretty good, with beautiful blonde hair... See? She's giving you a longing look."

"Steve, you're doomed tonight."

His friend's teasing made Rogers feel embarrassed and annoyed.

After all, in America's culture, a twenty-year-old young man with no romantic experience was practically a blank slate, which was hard to justify.

"Not everyone is like Howard Stark!"

Rogers lowered his voice and raised his glass to hide his awkward expression.

"Alright, no more jokes."

Luke cleared his throat, looking serious.

Then, not long after, he leaned his head over and asked with a suppressed laugh, "So, Captain America, are you planning to give up your chastity tonight?"

Pfft!

Rogers, who was drinking, spat out the whiskey in his mouth.

The commotion caused everyone in the bar to burst into laughter.

"Sorry! Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Rogers fumbled, apologizing to the innocent bartender while glaring angrily at Luke.

However, Luke had already slipped away, disappearing up the stairs to the second floor of the tavern.

"Bastard!"

Rogers, usually so proper, uttered a rare curse.

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