Marvel turns into Iron Man

417 Chapter 415

As we all know, Washington has never been a busy city like New York.

Washington, the nation's capital city, at least looks more laid-back than New York.

There are not a few people who like sports and fitness and embrace life, and early morning is often the most suitable time for exercise.

The National Mall is an open large park green space facility, located just west of the White House.

At the end of the narrow waterway is a steeple-shaped stone monument called the Washington Monument.

For most tourists who visit Washington, the National Mall is a very suitable place to check in.

For the local residents of Washington, this is the best park, and it runs through the entire east and west city.

By the artificial lake on the west side of the park's green space, there are two veterans who have experienced wars competing at this time.

"On your left—"

In a crossover in front of the National History Museum, Golden Retriever overtook Black Brother at a considerable speed.

"On your left—"

Another cross in front of the National Museum of Natural History, the golden retriever in white cotton short-sleeved overtook the black buddy again.

"On my left, I know!"

Brother Hei yelled weakly, and looked at the guy who ran farther than him with rather resentful eyes.

A few minutes later, before he had time to complete the half lap, he heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind.

"Stop talking, I won't listen, I won't listen!"

"On your left—"

"I said you guys are not finished!!!"

He yelled angrily, trying to catch up with the big golden retriever who was not slowing down at all.

However, after only a few steps, he stopped completely, looking helplessly at Captain America who was running towards the Washington Monument.

Steve Rogers was arranged to come to Washington, the capital during this period, and his main task was to protect the safety of the president.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is very concerned about the president's personal safety, otherwise Rogers would not be allowed to come in person.

Although Mr. President is already protected by Stark Industries' steel armor, this does not make S.H.I.E.L.D. completely at ease.

It's just that the job of bodyguard is really boring for Captain Rogers.

The Office of the President of the White House is not without security agents, and where there are people, there will naturally be political struggles.

Although Rogers is the rumored Captain America, he is still isolated by the misfit.

Fortunately, under the orders of Miss Stark, Jarvis took on most of the work for the captain.

Rogers only had time to come out to exercise in the early morning, but he also met a very interesting guy in the past two days.

Professional soldiers can naturally tell whether a person has received systematic training at the first time.

And when the two soldiers are together, the spark of passion can be sparked naturally.

But all this is simply an unfair game for Sam Wilson,

At this time, Sam was panting under the shade of the trees on the green lawn of the park, looking like he was going to die.

Even Rogers, who finished his morning practice, couldn't help but go up and make fun of this funny guy.

"—do you want me to call an ambulance for you?"

Sam naturally heard his voice and shook his head helplessly.

This voice had appeared in his ears countless times and shouted words like "to your left", which made him not afraid.

"I need a new pair of lung lobes...I said bro, have you run at least thirteen kilometers in these three 10 minutes?"

Sam lay under the shade of the tree, talking weakly, and glanced at Rogers from time to time.

"It seems that I started running a little late, really..."

Captain Rogers shook his head slightly, the smile on his face still calm.

"Ah, are you serious? Then you should really feel ashamed. Go run around again."

Sam didn't know what to say about this guy anymore, he could only satirize him in a run-on way.

As he spoke, he moved his gaze to the steeple of the White House in the distance, and then looked at Rogers.

"Oh, you can't have run away, you must have finished running."

Sam shook his head lightly, and said with a bitter smile, as if he thought the captain ran around in an instant.

His reaction did make Rogers laugh, and he couldn't help but become a little interested in this young man who was born in the military.

"Hey, what department are you in?"

"Parachute Airborne Rescue, 58th Regiment, but they're hanging out with the Veterans Administration."

Don't look at Sam's salty face at this time, but Rogers still knows that he is an elite.

Although the Paratrooper Airborne Rescue Team sounds like a name with little combat effectiveness, it is a special force of the Air Force.

These special forces are soldiers, paratroopers, military doctors, water lifeguards, and field survival experts. They are undoubtedly experts in the field of battlefield rescue.

If you want to become a parachute search and rescue team member, you must also go through strict screening training.

Including combat diving school, basic airborne, national certified nurse, wilderness survival and advanced free fall skydiving, etc.

Although they are not soldiers on the frontal battlefield, they are still elite soldiers with strong combat capabilities.

"Samuel Thomas Wilson—just call me Sam."

Sam stretched out his hand and stretched out to Captain Rogers' side.

"—I'm Steve Rogers, call me Steve."

And Rogers also held his hand and pulled Sam directly from the ground.

"Yeah, I guessed it, freaking out after 70 years all of a sudden?"

"It took a little getting used to, but I'm used to it... Nice to meet you, Sam."

The two stood on the side of the road and chatted a lot of unnutritious words until the cell phone in Rogers' trouser pocket vibrated.

[I'll be right there, see you at the corner - Romanov]

Seeing Natasha's name, Rogers naturally knew that he could finally stop staying in Washington.

"Let's do it first, Sam, I have a task."

Rogers smiled and stretched out his hand, and Sam shook it in cooperation.

Sam naturally knew that he shouldn't ask any more questions, so he just smiled and nodded.

"I'm glad you ran with me, if you call your speed running."

"Oh, is it that bad—okay."

Facing Captain Rogers' ruthless joke, Sam shrugged his shoulders with a smile.

"Come by the Veterans Administration when you have time, and let me show off to the girls at the front desk."

As they spoke, a charcoal-black Chevrolet Corvette C7 pulled up beside them.

The mist-colored window slowly lowered, revealing the face of a blonde woman in a leather jacket.

"Hey guys, does anyone know where the Smithsonian is?"

"I was going there to pick up a 70-year-old fossil."