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- Autumn has arrived, the temperature has dropped after a gentle drizzle, and there is a slight chill in the air.
Leaving the noisy street, Steve stepped on the layers of colorful fallen leaves on the ground and walked alone into a remote cemetery.
¡°Here is buried a respectable old man, a great scientist. His wisdom once led the world for decades. There were countless undercurrents and struggles surrounding his achievements, and even his own life was ruined. Although he was not alive to see Captain America display his talents on the European battlefield, he successfully created Steve Rogers, the super soldier, and passed on a little light in his heart.
Without him, there would be no Captain America.
He is Abraham Erskine, a respectable old man.
Between the leafy pine trees, Steve found the resting place of the doctor.
There is no decoration and no epitaph, just a dusty granite stone tablet with the deceased's initials simply engraved on it - said to be confidential.
? ?Actually, this is too much to worry about.
The doctor has no children. All his family members died at the hands of the German Nazis, and the regiment he belonged to has long been revoked and restructured. No matter how brilliant his wisdom was during his lifetime, what lies here is a lonely soul. Few people even know of his existence. Only the same Rogers, who came from that era, still remembers such a wise elder.
The misty rain fell and wet Steve's eyebrows.
He knelt down and wiped the dust on the tombstone with a paper towel, wiped away the clinging spider webs, fetched water from a nearby small pond, and carefully scrubbed the tombstone several times before putting down the tombstone that he had specially brought to offer to the souls of the dead. flower.
Under a fragrant gardenia, Erskine's wrinkled old face smiles in the yellowed photo.
At this moment, it was as if he had come to life again, smiling at his most proud masterpiece.
Steve stroked the photo gently, his thoughts wandering endlessly, his eyes were lonely and vicissitudes of life, and it took a long time before he stood up.
Then he unexpectedly saw a familiar person walking from a distance.
"Eric?" Long time no see. Steve called out the other person's name in surprise. "You come to see Dr. Erskine too?"
"No, this is the first time I heard that the doctor is also here. I wish him rest in peace." Eric strolled over and nodded to the doctor's tombstone. "In fact. I came to see a kid who once joined the academy and later died in a fire. It will be his fifth anniversary in a few days, so I came here specifically to see him."
? Follow in Eric¡¯s footsteps. Steve came to the grave of Jimmy Raines together. The boy was not far from the doctor. The tombstone was cleaned quite clean, and it could be seen that people often came to visit.
Captain America vaguely remembered mentioning it in the newspaper. This was a boy who was brave enough to put out fires. Although his ability was not outstanding, in order to save people trapped in danger, he rushed into the sea of ????fire regardless of dissuasion, which resulted in a tragedy.
Of course he knew that the truth was something else. This precocious boy himself posed a threat to his own tribe. But he was too smart, and his bad luck cost him his life.
"It's just that the person has passed away, who will pursue anything?"
After visiting Jimmy, the two chatted and slowly left along the cobblestone path.
¡°I¡¯ve been missing the past a lot lately, especially the time at the Lehigh training camp.¡± Steve said, staring at a tulip tree in the distance that was drooped by the rain. "Thinking about it now, that period was really the happiest time in my life. Although I was very tired, I lived a fulfilling life every day and always had my own pursuits I really miss those days."
"What now?" Eric asked smoothly.
"Now¡¡". Steve smiled wryly and shook his head. "Now I don't understand what is right. You have one opinion, and others have another opinion In my impression, I always want to do the right thing. In the past, I could devote myself wholeheartedly to execution. I was ordered to serve the country, but it¡¯s different now. I gradually can¡¯t find the value of my existence. Maybe I¡¯m getting old.¡±
Eric said nothing and patted Steve hard on the shoulder. He could understand his old friend's mood.
Many older people, like Steve, find it difficult to adapt to the rapidly changing situation. This is true for contemporary people, and the same goes for Rogers, an "old man" who was frozen for seventy years before thawing.
According to reports from S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, after the New York incident, many former high-ranking government officials who lost power visited him, hoping to use Captain America¡¯s appeal among superheroes to raise a flag and return power to ordinary politicians. But Steve didn't agree, which avoided a senseless war within humanity in the initial stages of change.
He is just like Erskine asked him to do before he died, he is dedicated to being a good person and taking the overall situation into consideration, not just a soldier who blindly follows orders.
In return, and to ease the conflict, the college made concessions in some insignificant areas and did not press hard, so now they can still sit down and have a drink when they meet.
Like all old friends reunited after a long separation, although they cannot be intoxicated by alcohol.
We found a random bar, and the two of them sat at the bar and each ordered a large glass of beer, drinking and chatting.
¡°You know what I envy you the most?¡± Steve asked inadvertently.
Eric smiled and shook his head.
¡°What I envy you most is that you never seem to waver, you are always full of motivation, you never regret what happened in the past, and you are never confused about the future path.¡±
Although the captain¡¯s voice was not loud, it was still quite clear in the noisy bar.
"Thank you, but I'm not as good as you think. Sometimes I still hesitate when faced with choices." Eric put down the cup and squinted at a dim yellow light opposite.
"If I were as decisive as you think, the boy in the cemetery might not be lying under the stone You know, I might have been able to save him, although he is naturally restrained, but I can try again , but then I hesitated for a second, and then a life disappeared."
Hearing this secret, Steve turned his head and looked over. Eric's eyes were hidden in the darkness, reflecting a faint light.
"Have you ever regretted it?" the captain couldn't help but ask.
"Don't ask me this question, there is no answer." Eric shrugged, his eyes seemed to be indifferent.
"Not long ago, his mother was pregnant again. The parents planned to still name their child Jimmy, but this time Jimmy's brother no longer has to live in fear. Little Jimmy will have a normal life - we pursue Isn¡¯t that what it is?
"Never ending." Steve chewed on this word with infinite meaning, said no more, and drank a glass of beer. Until he smelled of alcohol.
It was getting dark, and there were a bunch of empty glasses in front of the two of them. Eric broke the habit of only drinking one glass and drank a lot with Steve.
"I had a dream." Steve suddenly said to Eric. "I dreamed that Peggy and I were together, from New Jersey to Austria I asked her to dance, and then fell into the sea and was frozen in the ice It seemed like this was my fate. Either way, I would lose my life. "
But in my dream, there is no you¡ª¡ª Steve finally did not say these words.
He lay drowsily on the bar and fell asleep.
Eric looked at his decadent look thoughtfully.
Steve hasn¡¯t experienced the feeling of being drunk for a long time. Since the experiment in 1943, his metabolism has been six times faster than that of ordinary people, and alcohol has no effect at all. However, although it is physically impossible to cause a drunken state, a low mood can produce a similar effect. This feeling is so unfamiliar that when he woke up, he thought he had seen an hallucination.
On a busy and chaotic street. People in a hurry carried various weapons and hurried forward. After crossing the corner of the street, he could see multiple sentries and towering walls in the distance.
"What are you doing? Are aliens invading again?" Steve asked a passerby, who impatiently tried to get rid of his hand, but couldn't get rid of it.
"What aliens? They are zombies! The zombies are coming again, let me go!" The man shouted loudly, but did not attract anyone else's attention. It seemed that everyone was concentrating on doing their own thing and had no time to pay attention to others.
"Zombies?" Steve let go in confusion.
Then someone called him.
The other party is a very beautiful female police officer. She has a hot figure and is dressed in an extremely eye-catching way. Judging from the way people around her treat her respectfully, she seems to be a person of great status.
"You're new here. What's your name?" the female police officer asked after looking him up and down.
"Rogers, Steve Rogers." Steve reported his name, but the other person didn't look surprised at all, as if he had never heard of the existence of Captain America.
"This is Jill Valentine, the deputy commander-in-chief of the Raccoon City Survivor Self-Rescue Committee." Jill raised her chest proudly, and then continued to ask. "Have you ever been a soldier? Have you ever been on the battlefield?"
"I'm a veteran. But that was a long time ago" Steve murmured in reply, although he came to a strange place.?, but his will is still somewhat depressed.
Jill suddenly rushed up like a female leopard and gave him a blow with her hand knife, hitting Captain America hard on the shoulder.
Then an angry roar sounded from her mouth.
"Cheer up, now we need you to contribute, not hide under a woman's skirt like a monkey!"
This hand knife struck so hard that Steve couldn't help but frown. Just as he was about to ask, a metal bat was thrown towards him.
Seeing Steve quickly grasp the handle, Jill nodded with satisfaction.
"You're very skilled. From now on, you will be under my command. Remember to tell me my name when asked." She raised her chin proudly, and then handed him a simple shield.
"The lid of the garbage bin is made of wooden boards. Although it doesn't look good, it is very practical. You should hold it carefully and be careful not to be caught by zombies." The policewoman waved her hand and urged him to join the front line.
Although he still didn't understand what was going on, Steve's mood gradually calmed down as he held this strange yet familiar weapon. He seemed to be back in his youth again, able to deal with his opponents all day with a barrel lid. .
"But where is this?"
On the way, he asked the people around him.
"Raccoon City, don't you know?" the man answered him. "The largest colony of survivors in North America. If it weren't for us, we would be doomed. The damn umbrella company and the damn politicians actually created such a huge biohazard crisis. Now the whole world is in chaos. Fortunately, we are here "
Steve listened as if he understood, and when he turned his head and saw a statue, he couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.
"This is¡¡"
"Eric!" A tall blonde with sharp eyes answered his question on behalf of her companion. "This is our hero, the patron saint of Raccoon City, who saved the city and then made it a strong base."
"That's right, he is the master of steel and the king of magnetism!" Gil rushed over from behind and slapped Steve on the back.
"Rogers, what are you still worrying about? Run for me, hurry up, hurry up!"
The familiar tone made Steve's heartbeat stop for a moment. He seemed to be back in the training camp again and heard Colonel Phillips yelling.
At this moment, the two voices overlapped, like an angel blowing a trumpet at him, calling the veterans to fight again.
His heart beat rapidly, and blood and strength returned to his body at the same time.
"Yes! I'll come right away!" Steve replied loudly, raising his shield and rushing toward the towering wall.
¡°Whether it was Eric¡¯s prank or not, now he has finally found the meaning of his existence again.
"No matter where I am, no matter what danger I face, I am Steve Rogers, and I am Captain America."
Steve gripped the shield tightly, crossed the steps and rushed up the wall, joining the team fighting the zombies.
Outside the wall is an endless sea of ??corpses.
In the middle of the sea of ??corpses is a strong and fearless city.
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