Druid in the Marvel Universe Chapter 73: Jessica's Fist

Alvin watched with amusement as the legendary Captain America and Nick seriously discussed football tactics. The scene was quite comical.

Steve, who had probably just been dug up not long ago, was not familiar with modern football rules and tactics. Nick's chatter made his head spin, and he even seriously considered borrowing a piece of paper to jot down what Nick was saying.

Old Kent, standing nearby, looked at Steve with disdain and said, "Bro, are you a caveman? You can't even figure out the rules. You don't even know there are four downs in a series, and you want to apply to be a coach at the community school?

Do you know we're aiming for the championship next year? Buddy, have you thought this through?"

Steve felt a bit embarrassed by Old Kent's words and said, "I think I might need to study a bit. We didn't have such complicated rules and tactics back in my day."

Old Kent rolled his eyes at him and said, "You talk like you're an artifact. Bro, how old are you? Are you even 35? I'm 65 and I know more than you."

Alvin interrupted Old Kent's rant and said to Steve with a smile, "Don't mind those two. According to their logic, I'd have to hire a professional coach from the NFL.

But being a football coach at our school isn't easy. You need at least a bachelor's degree, and you have to keep an eye on those energetic kids, make sure they finish their homework, and pass their exams.

Last semester, it was that big oaf Zack who failed and missed the finals. Otherwise, there should be a championship trophy in my office."

Steve looked at Alvin with some confusion and asked, "Aren't tactics important? Are you saying that being a football coach also means managing the players' exam scores?"

Alvin laughed heartily and said, "Buddy, this is Hell's Kitchen! Those kids love any sport with intense competition!

The moves that could land them in jail on the streets get them cheers on the field!

Our current defensive captain is nicknamed 'The Landlord,' meaning you have to pay a price to advance. He's starting 12th grade in September and has already caught the attention of several colleges.

As the school's football coach, you just need to find a reliable quarterback. Then you can just shout, 'Go, go, go,' like a fan. Forget about tactics; that's for the girls!"

Under the disdainful gazes of Nick and Old Kent and the admiring look from Ginny, Alvin patted Steve on the shoulder and said, "So, Steve, if you want to be the football coach, you're welcome. But do you have a diploma? Otherwise, you'll struggle because those dumb kids can't handle their homework."

Steve thought seriously for a moment and said, "Buddy, I'm not one to brag. I think if it's just up to 12th-grade knowledge, I should be fine.

As for my diploma, I'll see if I can get it back from the Met. Remember, I'm Steve Rogers, hahaha!"

Nick nudged Old Kent with his elbow and whispered, "This guy will pay for his big talk, mark my words!"

Old Kent patted Nick on the head and said with a smile, "Don't talk like Alvin, you little rascal. Your dad is already going crazy. I often see him calling your math teacher by the roadside, asking about your homework.

I heard Frank graduated from UCLA. How can he not handle your homework?"

Alvin shook his head with a smile, looked at Steve, and said, "Buddy, if you're really interested, you can come to the school in September and try being an assistant coach first. No pressure!"

Steve nodded seriously, shook Alvin's hand firmly, and said, "No problem. This sounds more interesting than the other jobs people have introduced to me!"

Alvin knew very well that Steve was a true patriot and a real hero. When the world was in danger, he couldn't just sit by.

Especially when he knew that Hydra still existed. The most important thing he had done in his life was to bury Hydra. If he knew his greatest achievement was a lie, he couldn't just sit still and do nothing.

But who cares? If being a football coach could make his leisure time more enjoyable, why not?

The atmosphere was pleasant, at least until Stark's call came in!

"This is Alvin," Alvin answered the phone.

On the other end, Stark sounded panicked and anxious, "Alvin, come help! Pepper has been kidnapped by Obadiah. He stole my Mark 1 design and built a bigger one.

You have to come help me, or Pepper won't make it!"

Alvin hung up the phone, smiled at Steve, and said, "Today is really busy. Sorry, buddy, I have to go. Old Kent will call you a car. Be careful on the road."

Steve nodded and asked, "Do you need my help? Maybe I can do something!"

Alvin shook his head with a smile and said, "No need. It's just a small problem. I can handle it quickly."

Alvin punched Steve on the shoulder and said, "Buddy, you're retired, remember? If I were you, I'd go back and start flipping through high school textbooks. It's not easy, believe me!"

Steve stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Hearing you say that makes me a bit nervous. I'll take your advice. Haha!"

...

By the time Alvin arrived at Stark Tower in the borrowed car, half an hour had passed.

As he got out of the car, he saw two Iron Men fighting. Stark's flashy red Mark 2 was getting hammered badly because the other suit was a third bigger. Each punch from the opponent made a teeth-grinding metal deformation sound.

Chief George was leading a bunch of cops to evacuate the crowd.

Another group of people in black suits was also helping. Among them was someone Alvin knew well, Natasha Romanoff. It seemed they were from S.H.I.E.L.D.

Going against the flow of people, Alvin was quickly spotted by Chief George, who ran over and shouted, "What are you doing here? I just got the situation under control."

Alvin looked disdainfully at the face-saving Chief George and said, "Stark called me for help. Pepper has been kidnapped."

Chief George glanced at the two Iron Men fighting and then at Alvin, saying, "Help? What can you do? This isn't some light-sensitive beast.

What are you going to use to stop them?

That antique in your hand?"

Chief George looked disdainfully at the old Winchester lever-action rifle in Alvin's hand.

Alvin patted the old gun and smiled at Chief George, saying, "Don't underestimate it. It's called Jessica's Fist, and it's very fierce.

And the quality of a gun depends on the user's skill, doesn't it?"