Stronger?
Rogers froze for a moment and fell silent.
As a Super Soldier, he possessed a powerful physique and astonishing endurance.
On the battlefield, he could take on a hundred men alone, raid enemy strongholds, and carry out high-level decapitation missions.
With enough training in the future, he would be able to hold back a helicopter with his bare hands and withstand the Infinity Gauntlet without issue.
Once he gathered Thor's hammer and the Vibranium shield to form a golden legendary set, he could even go toe-to-toe with Thanos.
Such an overwhelmingly powerful Super Soldier was practically a dominant force in World War II.
How else was he supposed to become stronger?
But—
Reality was always cruel. With Supermen on both the Allied and enemy sides, Rogers had been reduced to little more than background decoration.
He should have been the strongest and bravest Super Soldier in people's eyes, with no need to worry about becoming stronger at all.
Yet with Luke among the Allies and an Aryan Superman among the Axis Powers...
Captain America, who had been destined to shine brilliantly and become an idol of the United States, had only achieved the latter.
He was not valued by the military, nor did he have any opportunities to prove himself. He was like a performer onstage whose only purpose was to serve as a backdrop for the star.
Optional. Unimportant.
As a fellow Super Soldier, Rogers had lost count of how many times people had asked him why he was so much weaker than Luke.
Luke could smash apart a tank, charge into Hydra's headquarters, and was not even afraid of devastating energy weapons, while Rogers could only throw a shield—those doubts had never gone away!
Gradually, it became an issue Rogers could not avoid.
Later, whenever he thought