Not having to deal with Nazis and monsters for a while was a relief, even though Zed wouldn't ever say it out loud. He felt ashamed for liking his "vacation" so much. SHIELD was legitimate again, HYDRA went from a roaring lion in everyone's neck to a soft purring kitten with a few delusional nutjobs. He was finally calm enough to appreciate just how cool the future was once again. The soldier even settled in one city for almost three months now.
Nonetheless, there was always this feeling that this whole peaceful thing could crumble down like a house of cards at any second. Which is why, even in these times of alledged peace, he always had a gun under his pillow and his knife tucked into his boots. Beer in his hand, he watched on his crummy apartment as they announced between bouts of protest that the weird orange man had won the US presidency. His politics were never spot on, but the orange guy definitely seemed a hell of a lot different from president Roosevelt.
One more sip of his beverage and someone knocked at his door. Could be just the neighbor lady asking him if he could help with her kitchen sink. That was the case most of the time, but the paranoid man died of old age, as the saying goes. He warped into the bedroom to get his piece and then warped right back to his chair, tucking the firearm into the back of his pants before going to the door.
"Hold up, I'm not decent.", Zed said, while planted alongside the door. If they were not a friendly visitor, this door would probably be swiss cheese in about three seconds.