Captain America

On the dusty road, a large truck raced wildly, kicking up endless dirt.

Suddenly, the truck screeched to a halt in front of a smiling young man. The door swung open, and a chubby guy stepped out, cursing. "Damn you Chinese, why are you blocking my truck, if you wanna die then choose another vehicle."

Wu Yang chuckled, "Racism is quite serious. Haha!."

"Who are you laughing at, kid." The chubby guy threw a punch at Wu Yang.

Wu Yang swiftly kicked, aiming not elsewhere but at the guy's crotch. In Wu Yang's world, cunningness mattered more than any moral code for the underworld.

"Ah!" The chubby guy winced, hands clutching his groin, slowly kneeling on the ground.

Wu Yang kicked the guy away, hopped onto the truck, and started it. Wu Yang drove off without a second thought.

The dust raised by the truck left the chubby guy coughing on the ground. He reached out, "Stop, you robber," but the damaged eggs immobilized him, unable to stand up.

On the truck, Wu Yang mused, "I'm kind. As a villain, I just took a few things from you."

"Now, Steve Rogers should be in New York. tomorrow should be the World Expo. I should go there." Wu Yang smiled and accelerated the truck towards New York.

A crowd gathered around a booth where many people applauded and smiled. A car parked at the booth, and five charming American girls stood in front of it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Howard Stark is here." A charming girl made a call.

Wu Yang stood in the crowd, watching the stylish man coming out from behind, "Howard Stark, isn't this Tony Stark's father?"

Howard Stark came forward, kissed one of the girls, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and took the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, if I tell you that in just a few years from now, your cars won't need to touch the ground again..."

Wu Yang no longer cared about Howard Stark's chatter; Wu Yang glanced at the people around him and then he looked at a skinny man, Steve Rogers.

Now Steve Rogers looked weak. Wu Yang saw him take out a packet of fries and handed it to a woman in front, but she just looked at him disdainfully.

Perhaps noticing Wu Yang's gaze, Steve awkwardly smiled, glanced at the recruitment office, and suddenly left.

Wu Yang grinned and followed Steve.

A soldier stood on a low platform, looking at himself in the mirror. A woman pulled him away, "Let's go, soldier."

Steve also stood up; in the mirror, only his forehead was visible. Steve shook his head and came down.

Wu Yang stood before the mirror, contemplating, "Are you going in the army too?"

Steve, gazing at Wu Yang with envy, said, "Well, I want to join but I don't know if they will accept me or not."

"Really? That's a pity," Wu Yang smirked mysteriously. " But I know that you're destined for greatness, Steve"

Moving forward, Wu Yang decided not to harm Steve among the soldiers. Escape wasn't feasible in this scenario.

Steve, bewildered, watched Wu Yang's departure. "How does he know my name?"

"Hey, Rogers, how did you end up here? Wish for another attempt?" Bucky Barnes, the future Winter Soldier, approached.

In their conversation, an elderly man with gray hair and glasses observed them – either someone else or Dr. Abraham Erskine, whom Wu Yang sought.

After a while, Bucky and Steve said goodbyes and left. Steve persisted in trying to join the army, his fifth attempt.

Twenty minutes later, a jubilant Steve emerged from the recruitment place, exclaiming, "I passed!" attracting odd looks from those around.

As Steve left, Dr. Abraham Erskine looked at his back, saying, "Maybe it's you."

"Maybe? Dr. Abraham Erskine." A voice came from behind Dr. Abraham Erskine.

Dr. Abraham Erskine turned around and looked at Wu Yang with a weird smile. "You?"

"I am a person who admires you, doctor." Wu Yang smiled. "If there is a chance, we will meet again." Wu Yang walked away, blending into the crowd.

Ten days later...

"This is it, Utopia Avenue, 73rd Street, Queens." Wu Yang stood before a house and knocked on the door.

At night, Dr. Abraham Erskine returned to a dark home. "Greta, why no lights? Are you trying to save on the electricity bill?"

"Doctor, you have a good sense of humor," a voice replied.

Dr. Abraham quickly turned on the lights, finding a man on the sofa, drinking his long-kept red wine.

"Who are you?" Dr. Abraham approached, keeping his composure.

"Doctor, how can you forget me so fast, it's just been only ten days" Wu Yang turned, acknowledging him. "It's me."

"It's you."

Wu Yang stood up, gesturing to the red wine. "The taste is excellent. Doctor, care for a glass?"

Dr. Abraham asked angrily, "Is this my wine? Where's Greta? Who are you?"

"Doctor, calm down. Let's talk." Wu Yang reassured, placing a hand on Dr. Abraham's shoulder and offering the wine. "With this glass, we are friends."