"On the front lines of war, our soldiers marched side by side, led by our great Captain America" "He is the perfect product of the combination of traditional values and emerging technology, and the name of the American team makes the Nazis terrified, and Adolf's latest weapons cannot be compared to our American team."
"When the war was going on, when the hope was dim, it was he who led us to reverse the Axis offensive" syllable A man knocked down the computer keyboard, and on the dark screen, a man's handsome face was revealed, but his face was a little lonely, wearing an old plaid shirt and gray trousers, sitting silently in the living room, and sighed deeply.
I don't know how long it took, the lonely man picked up a stack of documents on the table, which contained the information of the members of the Roaring Commando during World War II, and the man flipped through them one by one, and the scarlet English on the information made the man's mood more and more depressed: deceased, deceased, deceased, deceased The man's hand flipping through the paper paused slightly, and on the information paper was a picture of a woman: Peggy Carter.
She did not die.
It's just that he's seriously ill.
Current address: 57J Meriweather, Winchester, United Kingdom. telephone number The man's fingers holding the paper slowly clenched, turned his head, looked at the stand-up phone, hesitated for a long time, and finally closed his eyes silently.
I don't know how long it took, but the man in the dimly lit room stood up suddenly, picked up the old leather jacket on the hanger, opened the door and walked out of the apartment, as if fleeing from a memory.
The world has changed, it has become colorful, it has become full of flowers.
The heavy roar of cars running through the streets, and the huge billboards between the high-rise buildings showing unknown products, strange technological products have long been out of the realm of men's cognition.
He walked through the crowded metropolis, but he felt more and more lonely.
This dream has been dreamed for 70 years.
When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was so out of place in the world.
Just like his old clothes, a leather jacket, gray trousers, and a checkered shirt in the style of the last century.
Although his body had blended into the crowd, his mind had become disconnected from everything around him.
This is an outdated person.
Rather than being rescued from a glacier, he wished he had died heroically with a Nazi bomb.
This is an outdated person.
Rather than immersing him in the painful memories of the deaths of his comrades-in-arms one after another, he hoped that he would be forever forgotten by this world and buried in the ice and snow of the polar regions.
This is an outdated person.
Rather than making him suffer a date that was 70 years late, he longed to turn back time, and he would definitely show up and go as promised.
Time flies, and the years have carved traces of vicissitudes on the woman's face, full of wrinkles and drooping old age.
For him, it was just a short moment, but for that woman, it was a full 70 years of days and nights, every minute and every second.
He didn't care about the woman's old face, he was just afraid to see the other person's eyes, afraid to feel how she had walked through loneliness, sadness and loneliness in the past few decades.
Whether, like him now, he is at a loss and living in panic.
This is an outdated person.
The man walked aimlessly, and finally stopped in front of a coffee shop, sat on a chair in the dining area outside the store, asked for a regular cup of coffee, and borrowed a pen and paper.
The diners in the dining area come and go, they have changed I don't know how much, they all have their own careers, their own families, and they are running for life.
The man had been sitting at the small round table, the pencil in his hand was drawing back and forth, and the tall building in front of him had jumped on the paper, and it seemed that the skills of 70 years ago had not been lost, but only a little rusty.
"Waiting for a big guy" A sweet-looking blonde waiter walked over, refilled the man's coffee, and joked with a smile.
"Ma'am" the man looked up and looked at each other suspiciously.
"A lot of people will stay here just to see Iron Man fly by."
The waiter smiled.
"yes, big shot."
The man looked up, looked at the towering building, looked at the famous Stark Industries, sighed softly, and took out the dollar from his pocket, "Next time." ” "You can sit as long as you want, no one is waiting for a seat, and there's free wifi here."
The waitress smiled sweetly and turned away.
"Is that a radio for free wifi?"
the man asked, looking at the other party's back.
The waitress turned her head, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, stopped talking, and returned to the café with the coffee pot.
The man saw the surprise in the other party's eyes, perhaps, with a hint of disgust, and took his question just now as a low-level joke, the man shook his head, and was about to get up, but was pressed on the shoulder by a hand.
"You can use it to access the Internet and get a clearer picture of the world."
Behind him, there was a young man's voice, which was magnetic and comfortable to listen to.
"Thank you."
The man smiled politely, burying more doubts in his heart, he didn't want to stay any longer, only to find that the young man was sitting across from the small round table and asked for a cup of coffee.
"Summer."
Summer stretched out her right hand and put it in front of the man's eyes.
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The man's action of collecting the paper stopped, and he looked at the summer, but did not make the slightest movement.
"Why, dissatisfied with my complexion," Summer asked, tilting her head and smiling.
The man opened his mouth to explain something, but finally reached out and shook it tightly with Summer: "Steve Rogers." ” "I know you, I've seen your documentaries and I've seen your comics."
"It has become the spiritual belief of a generation, accompanying the children for countless days and nights." ” "I'm sorry," Steve frowned, not believing that the other party had judged his true identity because of a name, and the other party was not the slightest surprised.
"Well, it's changed a lot."
In summer, leaning back in a chair, looking around at the busy streets, the rows of high-rise buildings, the giant neon billboards, and the fashionable men and women on the streets.
"Your purpose" Steve's face became serious, and he didn't think that the other party was a friendly and warm-hearted person.
"Chat with you, satisfy the psychology of my fans, this dress is very suitable for you, although" Summer shrugged, looking at the fashionable clothes of the people around her, it means self-evident, "but it fits your temperament very well." ” "This is my last question, what do you want to do" Steve's expression was extremely serious, and he could tell that he was a man of his word.
"I want this leather jacket from you, brown retro, perfect for me."
Summer said something that made Steve look stunned.
"Sorry, that's the end of the chat."
Steve glanced at Summer, shook his head and sighed, and got up to leave.
"Boxing, win or lose, bet on this jacket on you, are you interested" Summer looked at the tall back and asked.
"What if you lose," Steve asked, turning back and amused.
"If I lose, I'll tell you who I am."
Summer smiled and tilted her head to gesture to the two men across the street, although one of them was waiting for the bus and the other was making a call in a phone booth, they didn't escape Summer's eyes, "And before the S.H.I.E.L.D. people found out my identity." ” Steve looked in the direction indicated by Summer, and saw the vague looks of the two disguised agents.
Suddenly, Steve smiled, looked at Summer's frank appearance, and nodded slightly.
"You want my leather jacket" Steve raised an eyebrow, his mood was completely different from what he had just been, it seemed that in this particular time, only the battle could bring him back to that familiar world.
"Of course, it looks cool."
Summer nodded, beckoned to the waiter, and was ready to pay.
At the same time, the heavy motorcycle buzzed, and the two men in a retro-style Harley softtail stopped in front of the café, jumped off the motorcycle, nodded to Summer, and quickly left.
"Looks like you're obsessed with retro stuff."
Steve looked at the two motorcycles and spoke.
He's no longer fooled by the look of the summer checkered shirt.
"No, I'm just obsessed with one person."
Summer muttered and stepped onto the motorcycle, "Let's go, just go to the place you visited the day before yesterday, and besides, will you still ride a motorcycle?"
"You'll see."
Steve stepped onto the motorcycle, the engine humming, and sped away.
"Hmm" Summer looked at the rapidly departing figure and muttered softly, "Hello, Team America." ”: