Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 598 7. Talk of Brothers

Today is a rest day, and Agent Sharon didn't wake up until 9 o'clock in the morning.

She was wearing pajamas and slippers as usual, with messy hair and opened the door, ready to wash up and go out to buy some food.

However, a scent emanated from the kitchen, causing Agent Sharon's nose to twitch. She blinked her eyes and quietly walked to the kitchen with the lightness that an agent should have. Seeing his new tenant, he was preparing breakfast.

Steve was still wearing the outdated white shirt and apron, and he was clumsily using smart kitchen appliances. There were a few dishes that were already prepared by his hand.

"I'm not familiar with your taste, so I prepared different flavors."

Steve didn't look back, but the senses given to him by the super soldier serum allowed him to spot Sharon hiding in the kitchen doorway. He flipped the omelette with a spoon and said:

"You can go wash up first."

"..."

Sharon wanted to say something, but for the sake of breakfast, she didn't appear as excited as last night.

In fact, she also knew that the story between her aunt and the 80-year-old veteran in front of her should not simply attribute the problem to Steve, he was also a victim.

"Humph"

Agent Sharon finally snorted and staggered towards the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, Sharon, who had changed into a set of home clothes, was sitting at the dining table, eating hot bread while looking at Steve in front of her. She said:

"You went to buy ingredients?"

"Ah."

Steve said:

"I bought it on the way when I went out for a morning run. Speaking of which, Brooklyn has changed so much that I almost lost my way."

"Where did you get the money?"

Sharon asked again:

"You just woke up yesterday, you should be penniless."

"Merlin gave me an account."

Steve picked up the sandwich with ham and eggs, and said in a relaxed tone:

"There's a lot of money in it...and even though I'm retired, the veteran's allowance is deposited into my original account every month. I now think that living a long time may not be a bad thing."

It was obviously a joke, but Sharon knew that what Steve said should be true.

As a symbol of hope for the United States during World War II, even after Steve Rogers disappeared, although he retired, his military status was symbolically retained.

In fact, those veterans have been paying attention to this matter. Many people think that Captain America is still alive, so the official keeping of Steve's private account is more of a symbolic meaning to appease veterans.

"Have you checked your account?"

Sharon put down the bread in her hand with a serious face, and she said:

"It's too reckless, it will expose your existence. That account is watched by many people."

"Merlin told me it's okay."

Steve said to Sharon:

"I called him on the phone here before I left and he told me he'd take care of everything. So, you don't need to worry."

"Did the officer say that?"

Sharon's nervousness eased a little, she nodded:

"Well, it should be fine then."

"Don't worry, Sharon."

Steve finished his sandwich and said:

"I'm not as reckless as you think. Although I'm not a real agent, I have also performed disguised infiltration missions. Speaking of which, what are we going to do today?"

"purchase!"

Sharon said without raising her head:

"Buy clothes first, and then buy some daily necessities. Maybe you need a computer. To be honest, life in this era is not much different from yours at that time, but you need to master information technology as soon as possible. You Maybe some recovery equipment, there's a small training ground in the basement, but it hasn't been used for a long time."

"Just buy a few sandbags."

Steve flexed his shoulders and said to Sharon:

"My driver's license has expired a long time ago, so you'll have to drive today. By the way, the car in the garage is nice and cool. Also, I might need you to drive me to the 'Green Garden' nursing home. ..I have a friend there."

"Is Agent Trip replaced by Alzheimer's grandfather?"

Sharon nodded, and she said:

"Okay, I'll take you there."

"Thank you then, Sharon."

Steve seemed to have lost interest in the conversation, and with his head down, he started working on the rest of the food.

Holding a glass of milk, Sharon observed this unusual old man. She could feel that Steve was trying hard to adapt to this new era, but he still had resistance in his heart.

Alas, also a poor man.

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At 8 o'clock that night, in the basement of the Carter Manor, Steve changed into a loose tracksuit, and Steve, wearing a vest, was playing sandbags in the basement.

His movements were nimble, like a real young man, not an old man.

The fist wrapped in cloth strips hit the sandbag in front of him one after another. Amidst the low impact sound, the past scene and those memories kept flashing before his eyes.

The fight with nacui seems to have happened just yesterday.

It's like a memory from a million years ago.

He still remembers the pain when he lost his best friend Bucky, and the goodbye kiss with Peggy when he rushed into the last base of Nacui, and the despair in his heart when the spaceship crashed into the glacier.

A promise that has not yet been fulfilled and has been delayed for a long, long time.

He failed a woman who was waiting for him...

His breathing became thicker, and the entanglement between the past and the present strengthened the strength of each punch, like a wild horse that had run free, unfettered, and did not want to be restrained any more.

In this lonely basement, Steve let the emotions in his heart surge. He was venting the frustration hidden in his heart, the despair that came after being hopeful, and the feeling of facing a new world. At a loss what to do.

He went to see his former comrades in arms. In the nursing home, the ex-soldiers were already very old and could only survive with the care of breathing tubes and nurses. The old man had forgotten everything, Steve and Steve. During those war years, he was like an abandoned person who could only wait for death alone.

And Steve...he feels like he does too.

"boom"

Under Steve's heavy punching, the sandbag he just bought seemed to be unable to bear the anger of a lonely old man anymore. At the moment he threw his last punch, the whole sandbag broke away from the hook and flew out. On the other side, the tough leather was blasted by the transmitted force, the sandbag was torn open, and the fine quicksand continuously spewed out from the crack.

After all, he is not an ordinary person. His strength is very ordinary, but it is also deadly.

"crack, clap, clap"

Applause came from the darkness of the basement, and Merlin walked out of his hiding place. This guy had probably been observing in the dark for a long time, but he didn't bother Steve to vent his inner emotions.

Negative emotions in the heart are like a scorching flame. If you don't vent it, you will only burn yourself.

Merlin knew this well.

"Well, it seems that you are recovering quickly."

Merlin stood behind Steve, he looked at Steve who lifted the sandbag and was panting, he said:

"Maybe next time you prepare a few more sandbags, er, maybe you need to customize special ones, you see, these ordinary sandbags can't stop your heavy punches."

Merlin waved his hand, and a repair spell was thrown on the broken sandbag, quickly closing the gap that was punched.

"Well, next time I'll find some sparring partners for you."

Rubbing his chin, he walked up to Steve and said to the veteran:

"I know a couple of really good young guys, their skills are not bad, it's just a little bit rough, and they need a real hero to guide them."

"Just do me a favor, okay?"

"can."

Steve untied the gauze in his hand, he said:

"We should go, shall we?"

"Well, Dugan is already waiting for us at Pegasus Base, to be precise, he is waiting for you."

Merlin threw a bottle of water to Steve, and he said:

"Go take a shower and change your clothes, let's go there together."

"Are you flying?"

Steve drank water and asked:

"It will probably be around midnight when we get there."

"No, we have better and faster ways to move."

Merlin snapped his fingers and said:

"I hope you don't get seasick."

A few minutes later, in the twisted light, Merlin and Steve arrived at the Pegasus base. The feeling of experiencing the transfer spell for the first time made Steve a little dizzy, but after walking a few steps, he recovered balance.

The potential of the super soldier serum was almost fully developed on this guy, bringing Steve a full range of enhancements, not only strength and physical fitness, but also super reaction and perception, and even weak self-healing.

This kind of enhancement is not half-baked like the serum that Merlin injected, but now Merlin doesn't rely on those body enhancements for food.

"Steve!"

Agent Dugan's characteristic low voice sounded behind the captain. Steve turned his head and saw Dumbo in a black combat uniform, a round cap, and a slightly weird mustache. Agent Dugan was stand behind him.

Agent Duggan's eyes were full of surprises, as well as nostalgia and anticipation that could not be disguised, and the excitement of reuniting old friends.

Under Merlin's gaze, the two veterans laughed and hugged each other like real brothers.

"I thought I'd wake up and never see my old friends again."

Steve said to Duggan:

"But I'm really glad to see you again, Dugan."

"I'm fine."

Agent Dugan reached out and thumped Steve on the chest, saying:

"I knew you would wake up, I knew nothing could beat you, come on, Steve, let's drink and talk. Oh, and you, Merlin, you come too, without you, Steve wouldn't Might wake up so soon."

The table beside Agent Duggan was already filled with all kinds of wine. It seemed that this was a welcome feast, full of the rough feelings of veterans.

Merlin didn't refuse either. The three of them sat on the chairs and had a drink. Dugan and Steve talked about the war and Dugan's life in these years after the war, laughing exaggeratedly from time to time.

Merlin held his wine glass and looked at the two slightly dissolute guys in front of him. He didn't interrupt their conversation.

To be honest, he had never seen Agent Duggan, who was always indifferent, have such a good time.

Maybe like Steve, this veteran is also lonely in this era, but now, when the two brothers meet, they both feel that their loneliness has left them.

Having friends...means you will never walk alone, which is the greatest luck in life.

"I went to see Triplett, Duggan."

After talking for more than ten minutes and finishing off 3 bottles of wine, Steve held his glass and said to Dugan:

"He doesn't remember us, poor Triplett even forgot his own name, but he was still happy like a child when he saw me, even though he didn't know my name...I heard that he still Have a grandson?"

"Yes, Antoine Triplett."

Agent Dugan raised his head and took a sip of wine. He nuzzled at Merlin and said:

"That kid is working under Merlin's command now. He's doing pretty well. He's already a senior agent. Sigh, old Triplett probably won't be able to survive the next winter..."

Dugan played with the wine glass with some regret, and he said to Steve:

"You're luckier than me, Steve. I've been to too many funerals over the years. Brothers from the Roaring Commandos have died one by one. It's not a pleasure to watch your own brother being buried in the grave." But it's okay...it's okay, you're still as young as I am, and when I go to the grave, you'll see me off by my tombstone."

"It's fantastic."

The old agent seemed to be drunk, and Merlin also took a sip of the drink, and he said:

"It seems that you are planning to resign? Agent Duggan, will Fury agree?"

"Whether he agrees or not is his business!"

Dugan snorted, looked at the wine glass in front of him, and said:

"SSS serum is not a panacea. I have had symptoms of amnesia since a few years ago, which means that the effect of that serum on me is getting weaker and weaker. Even if there is no such thing as Steve, I will Volunteering to resign later this year...I've given my life to this damn organization and it's time for me to live my last."

"Swish"

The old agent drank the wine in the glass, he sighed:

"After so many years of persistence, I am very tired."

"Well, I understand."

Merlin put down his glass, and he glanced at Steve. After the two made eye contact, Merlin coughed lightly, and he said to Agent Dugan, who was already drunk:

"Actually, Dugan, Steve and I came to see you because..."

"Peggy, right?"

The old agent glanced at Merlin drunkenly, then at the silent Steve, and said:

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you where to find her. Steve is bound to have a hard time in this day and age if this doesn't end."

"Ok?"

Merlin said in surprise:

"Is it so casual? I have prepared a lot of speeches."

"whispering sound."

Dugan sneered, poured himself a glass of wine, and said to Merlin:

"Peggy told me before she disappeared, if you bring Steve to me, you don't have to hide her whereabouts anymore."

"That clever woman has anticipated all this. She always has."

(End of this chapter)