"Schmidt sent his men to take the product of my research, and he injected himself with the potion called the super-soldier serum."
The Doctor said helplessly, he felt that it was his own mistake, maybe he shouldn't have invented it in the first place, but now that the wood was done, he had to do his best to make up for it.
Steve nodded slightly, though he couldn't understand the principle: "That thing really made him stronger?"
” The doctor held his glasses, hesitated for a few seconds, and nodded in acknowledgement: "Yes, but that thing also has side effects, the serum formula at that time was not perfect, and, the most important thing is the person receiving the injection." ” "People?"
"Yes, the serum strengthens every aspect of the human body, so the good guys get better and the bad guys get worse."
The doctor scratched his bald head and explained to Steve how his research worked.
Super Soldier Serum SSS will not only act on the human body, but also on the spirit and brain, such as amplifying a person's ambition and nature, and after having power, it will make people feel omnipotent.
Steve probably understood, but the Doctor's words were not finished, and he waited quietly, and the two looked at each other in the quiet barracks, thinking.
"That's why you were chosen.
If you choose a strong person, you may lose respect for it due to the innate familiarity with the power.
A thin person, on the other hand, is more aware of the value of power and the compassion that comes with it. ” The doctor thought about it for a moment, and finally said the word, he didn't know if English should say it, but he knew that Steve could understand what he meant.
Steve thought for a moment, and he looked up at the doctor with a determined gaze.
"Thanks, I think I get it."
Dr.
Erskine laughed, gesturing to the trunk and motioning for Steve to bring the glasses over, and he opened the drinks he had brought, pouring some into both glasses.
The brownish-red liquor and the glass made a crisp clashing sound, giving off a color like blood in the yellow barracks light.
The doctor took a glass of wine and pointed to Steve's chest, "Promise me, no matter what happens tomorrow, keep your heart for now."
You don't have to be a good soldier, but you have to be a good person. ” Steve smiled, yes, he really wasn't sure to be a qualified soldier, because he couldn't even lift his rifle properly right now.
But to be a good man, he had faith, and both his father and Mr.
Wilson had taught him to be a man of integrity, and that was what he wanted to do.
He raised his glass and motioned to Dr.
Erskine, "To the little weak." ” Dr.
Erskine understood that Steve was talking about himself, and that he would not forget his weak state of mind, and would not change just because he had power.
The doctor smiled and clinked glasses with him: "To the weak." ” However, as the two of them were about to drink with a smile on their faces, the Doctor suddenly snatched Steve's glass away.
"God, what am I doing, you still have a physical examination arranged tomorrow, you can't drink tonight."
Steve shrugged, he recognized the bottle, a product of Wilson Enterprises, aged in 1925, from a bygone era of Prohibition.
He didn't think there was anything, although he was young at that time, his father was also a drinker, and Uncle Tom next door was also a drinker, and many people bought alcohol privately.
Steve is not superstitious about the law, he has his own perceptions and concepts, and he measures everything by simple morals and values.
It is not wrong to drink alcohol and sell alcohol, it is the right of every human being to enjoy consumer goods, and it is wrong to prohibit alcohol, a law that suppresses human nature.
But since the doctor said that he would have another physical examination tomorrow, he didn't drink it.
He shrugged his shoulders and said to the doctor with a look of regret, "Okay, let's drink together when it's over." ” "Why later?"
The doctor looked at him puzzled, gathered the wine from the two glasses, shook the glasses, and sniffed intoxicatedly, "I don't have an arrangement for tomorrow, I'm going to drink it now." ” Pause, pause Both of them cleared their doubts, and the conversation that followed seemed much more casual, and they talked happily about the Legion and their lives.
None of them noticed that not far from the window, Nick Fury quietly turned away, his mission was to protect Dr.
Erskine, and it was he and Red who brought the Doctor back from Germany, and the Doctor used to work for Nazi, and he still needed protection.
This time he was transferred back from France specifically for this task.
On the third day, Steve got into the Legion's car early in the morning, and Peggy Carter was waiting for him in the car, and they needed to return to New York for the modification experiment.
A lot of electricity is needed throughout the procedure, and Philadelphia's power grid clearly doesn't meet the requirements.
Although the black sedan was not as luxurious as Su Ming's, it was much smoother than the truck that Steve rode in to the barracks.
Along the way, Steve looked out the window with great interest, as if he was particularly curious about every tree and flower.
In fact, he was still a little nervous, he didn't know what his fate would be, whether the unique serum would turn him into a muscular madman.
Everything is unknown, so he can only focus on anything that can distract him.
Peggy looked at him helplessly, thinking that he was really too honest, and he was chattering about things outside the window all the way, wasn't the people in the carriage worth his look?
The car returned to Brooklyn, where Steve had lived before, and he was very familiar with it.
As the vehicle progressed, he kept pointing his finger at the glass and said to Agent Carter next to him, "I've been beaten in that alley and the parking lot and the back door of that restaurant."
Carter pursed her lips, and in order to calm Steve's mood, she could only force an awkward conversation: "Is there any way you can stop yourself from escaping?"
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” Steve didn't notice the strangeness of the atmosphere, he shook his head, and said very seriously: "Once you start running away, they won't let you stop, you have to stand up and fight back against them." ” A smile tugged at the corner of Carter's pretty mouth: "I probably understand how you feel, every door is closed in front of you." ” She herself is like this, this era is full of all kinds of discrimination, racism, sexism, birth discrimination, and women like her should not be in the army in the traditional mind.
Steve lowered his head and rubbed his fingers as if there was something dirty on them.
"I just don't understand, why would you want to join the army?"
He thought for a moment, felt that his statement seemed to be easy to cause misunderstanding, and added: "You are a beautiful lady woman, uh, the female agent is not a woman, uh, you are beautiful" As the depiction darkened, Peggy turned her head sideways and stared at him with sharp eyes, then shook her head helplessly.
"You don't know how to talk to women, do you?"
Steve smiled wryly and scratched his head, "I think this is the longest conversation I've ever had along the way." ” Carter's eyes flashed with joy, but she hid it well, and she turned her head slightly, not wanting Steve to see the smile on her face.
She had seen many men in the barracks, but none were as special as Steve, and she actually had a crush on him, and in just a few days, the charm of this little man attracted her deeply.
Whether a person is strong enough depends not on how many things he can carry on the streets, but on how many things he can carry to live.
Peggy Carter, who was born in England, has seen a lot of mediocre faces hidden under the faces of gentlemen, she is not interested in those men, but only Steve's small and fresh feeling makes her very comfortable.
Now that she knows that he doesn't have a girlfriend, she's actually happy.
Still, with his head down, Steve didn't see Carter's expression, and he calmly talked about his past: "Girls don't line up to dance with a tuberculosis ghost. ” "If you say that, you must be able to dance."
Carter looked at him with concern, and her words made her feel a little distressed.
Steve smiled, he could tell Peggy's concern in his tone: "Actually, I haven't thought about it so much all these years, I'm just waiting." ” "Waiting for what?"
Peggy asked him curiously, her big eyes full of tenderness.
"Waiting for a suitable dance partner."
Steve looked at her and replied very calmly.
Carter smiled, she liked the answer.
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