It turns out that Luke was right.
When Rogers got the shiny silver round shield, he was like a child who got his favorite toy, playing with it constantly and feeling very comfortable with it.
“This is the best gift we’ve received since leaving Brooklyn!”
Rogers smiled slightly, put the shield on his hand, and made several iconic moves.
He was still worried about the safety of his friend Bucky, and he was a little depressed.
However, the arrival of Luke made Rogers much more relaxed.
"Luke, what do you think happened to Bucky?"
Captain America, with a hint of worry in his eyes, frowned and asked.
He felt that Luke always had many ways to solve various problems.
"I asked the captured soldiers and they said Bucky was most likely transferred."
Luke analyzed it after returning to the barracks.
He did pick up some clues that others wouldn't notice.
For example, the secret base of Hydra would transfer a batch of prisoners every few weeks.
Almost two hundred people from the 107th Infantry Regiment were locked up in the military factory and used as free labor.
But in the end, the number of people who successfully escaped with Luke and Rogers was only about 120 soldiers.
Excluding those who died from overwork and were injured or killed, there are about fifteen people whose whereabouts remain unknown.
They had the same experience as Bucky. They were both escorted to the isolation ward of the military factory and never came out again.
Moreover, a British soldier once heard Dr. Zola mention the name "Baron Strucker" when he was working as a laborer in a military factory.
As luck would have it, Luke knew what it meant.
Therefore, he concluded that Bucky was probably transferred to another place by Hydra.
"I hope so. Bucky doesn't know it yet, but I'm already on the front lines. This would have been a prepared surprise!"
Rogers lowered his head and said.
He had always wanted to tell Bucky the good news in person and appreciate the surprised expression on his face.
Before Luke appeared, Bucky was the only one keeping company with him, and the relationship between the two was very deep.
"Don't think about these unsolvable problems. It's better to prepare well. Colonel Phillips will hold a celebration party in the evening. There will definitely be many girls inviting you to dance."
Luke changed the topic and deliberately joked: "I heard that you hugged a civilian employee in the afternoon. That enthusiastic girl wanted to thank you on behalf of the families of the captured soldiers..."
Rogers' handsome face turned red, coughed twice, and said with some embarrassment: "This... was an accident. I have no experience, and then she hugged me directly. Luke, you know, I don't always know how to refuse others... "
Listening to Captain America's stammering pale defense, Luke chuckled and continued teasing: "That's true, who would refuse a beautiful girl who offers a passionate kiss? By the way, Steve, don't tell me this is yours First kiss, otherwise I will despise you."
"How can it be!"
Rogers' face turned red, and the veins on his forehead popped out, and he argued: "Janice, me, and Amy..."
"But Bucky said, that was all when you were eight or nine years old. Does playing house with a girl count?"
Seeing Captain America trying very hard to find out his emotional experience, Luke laughed, and the barracks was filled with a happy atmosphere.
When Rogers recovered his mood and left the barracks to prepare clothes for the celebration, Luke, who was sitting alone, had eyes twinkling, as if he was thinking about something.
He was thinking of the "Baron Strucker" mentioned by Dr. Zola.
The other party’s real name is Wolfgang von Strucker.
Born in Bavaria, Germany, he and the famous "Baron Zemo" in the Nazi Party were both confidants of the Führer.
Unlike the Red Skull's ambition, Straker still had deep feelings for the Third Reich and wanted to defeat the Allies and help the Axis win the war.
It is worth mentioning that although Baron Strucker is a senior executive of Hydra, he is not in the same camp as the Red Skull.
He has his own research institute and technological power. He once created a virus weapon called "Death Spore", which harvested a large number of lives from the Allied Powers.
"Thinking about it this way, the Allies are really miserable, being rubbed on the ground by the Axis powers' various black technologies..."
Luke thought silently.
No wonder a certain German major would shout the slogan "German technology is number one in the world"!
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After some simple cleaning and putting on brand new military uniforms, Luke and Rogers walked into a tavern in a nearby town.
Noisy sounds rushed towards my face, and the air was filled with the aroma of malt and the light blue mist of burning low-quality tobacco.
Those captured soldiers who had a lucky escape and returned successfully drank glasses of strong drinks, or gathered around to play cards or arm-wrestling.
Some even come to a wrestling match on a whim.
The soldiers who crowded the tavern burst into laughter from time to time.
The noisy sound wave caused the ceiling above the head to shake slightly, and the light bulb hanging above shook.
"Our hero is here!"
Dugan, who was sitting at the bar, caught a glimpse of Luke standing at the door and immediately shouted loudly.
He hit the bar table hard with his wine glass, which was like a rhythmic drumbeat, attracting everyone's attention.
The soldiers spontaneously stopped other things, stood up, and applauded.
The whole tavern seemed to be overturned!
Those adoring looks, those grateful looks.
It turned into cheers and was sent to Luke.
This is respect for war heroes!
"They are so enthusiastic!"
The applause and cheers lasted for two minutes, and Rogers sat down next to his friend and handed him a glass of whiskey on the rocks.
"There's a dance later, have you chosen your partner?"
Luke picked up the wine glass and poured the cold and hot liquid into his throat, making people feel a sense of relief.
"I do not know how?"
Rogers opened his eyes wide. He hadn't heard that there would be dancing at the celebration
Captain America thought Luke was joking in the barracks. Was it a bit too much to hold a dance party before the war was won
"Howard told me the news. He has chosen his hunting target tonight."
Luke smiled, bumped Rogers' shoulder lightly and said: "Is that the lucky guy who took away Captain America's first kiss? He looks pretty good, with beautiful blond hair... Did you see, she is staring at her with loving eyes? And you."
"Steve, you're doomed tonight."
The friend's teasing made Rogers feel ashamed and annoyed.
After all, according to the American culture, it is a bit unreasonable that a twenty-year-old boy has no emotional experience at all and is comparable to a pure blank sheet of paper.
"Not everyone is like Howard Stark!"
Rogers lowered his voice and raised his glass to hide his embarrassed expression.
"Okay, no more joking."
Luke cleared his throat, looking serious.
Then, not long after, he leaned his head over and asked, suppressing a smile: "Captain America, are you prepared to give up your virginity tonight?"
puff!
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 was in a hurry, explaining to the innocent bartender while looking at Luke angrily.
However, the latter had already escaped and disappeared down the stairs on the second floor of the tavern.
"asshole!"
Rogers, who has always been serious, rarely used a bad word. (End of chapter)