Marvel's Fantasia

...what a big surprise.

Cynthia looked calmly at the tombstone in front of her. The uncle beside her, no, it should be Anne's attending doctor who was still talking about the matter.

"...The condition worsened half a year ago, and she had to rely on painkillers every day, otherwise she couldn't sleep. Although she didn't say anything before, I think she should hope that you can come and see her, so I contacted you."

"Thank you, doctor, thank you for your dedication, and thank you for informing me, otherwise I will always be kept in the dark. I want to be alone now, and I will go to you in the afternoon, is that okay?" Cynthia spoke They didn't look at each other, their eyes were still staring straight ahead.

The doctor, who was used to seeing life and death scenes, understood the mood of the relatives at the moment, said goodbye and left without saying anything.

Annie was diagnosed with neurofibroma 5 years ago. According to the doctor, this disease is a genotypic genetic disease. The current medical methods cannot be cured, but the progress of the disease can only be delayed.

This disease is mainly neuralgia, which is actually not serious, just need to take regular physical examination and take medicine.But Anne was found to have advanced breast cancer when she went for a checkup two years ago, which was a big blow to her.

In order not to upset Cynthia, and to avoid a huge financial burden on the family, Annie and her attending physician acted out a scene, leaving New York for Washington.She was working there while receiving treatment. In fact, she was in a state of giving up, because there was no cure at all, and the cost was too high for her to afford.

The neurofibroma also caused her to suffer from hearing loss and facial paralysis. Under the torment of the illness, Anne still couldn't hold on and passed away three days ago.

Thinking that she had always thought that Annie was living a happy life, Cynthia couldn't help but secretly scolded herself for being stupid. Annie had been single for so many years, how could she leave her because of a man within half a year?

Thinking of Anne going out from time to time, sometimes even going out for several days, Cynthia also understood that the other party came to Washington for treatment, not the so-called hanging out with friends.

Thinking of this, she laughed at herself, and left after staying in the cemetery for another half an hour.

It has been a week since Cynthia returned to New York. She sorted out Anne's belongings in Washington, and paid the bill for the treatment before returning by car.

On the 27th, the third batch of soldiers was sent back, but Steve was still not in this batch.

He should be busy with tasks, he will be back at Christmas, he promised me, Cynthia thought so.

The time has come to November, and the weather is getting colder, but there is no need to wear a thick coat.

On the morning of the 10th, Cynthia was writing songs at the counter of the cake shop. Although the business of the cake shop improved a bit after the war, the improvement slowed down as the weather changed.

"Dingling bell!" As the store door was pushed open, the bell made a crisp sound.

Cynthia looked up and saw that it was a woman, wearing the most popular trousers at the moment, looking heroic.

"Cynthia Scott?" The woman spoke up before Cynthia asked.

Cynthia froze for a moment, then replied: "Yes, I am, may I ask who you are?"

The woman held out her hand to say hello: "Hi, I'm Peggy Carter, you can call me Peggy. I want to chat with you."

Cynthia stretched out her hand and shook it blankly: "Hi, Peggy. We can sit over there and talk."

Cynthia didn't understand what the other party was doing for shopping and introducing himself?Then why does she still have to chat?

Peggy: "It's not my identity to tell you, I can only tell you that Steve and I are colleagues."

Cynthia: "Is he still busy? So I asked you to come and inform me. In fact, he just needs to call."

"No, in fact," Peggy shook her head, looking at the ignorant girl opposite, she still told the cruel truth.

"...that's how it happened," Paige finished the plea that Steve chose to sacrifice himself to save New York and wanted to have a message for Cynthia.

Cynthia lowered her eyes and did not speak.

The military has conducted three extensive searches of the glacier since October, but none have found the plane.Howard believes that there are two possibilities. One is that the plane did not fall on the glacier, but fell into the sea, and the other is that the impact force of the plane was too great, causing the plane to be buried deep under the thousand-foot glacier, and then covered by ice and snow.

Either way, it is impossible for Steve to survive, and it is impossible to determine the position of the plane with their current technology.

Peggy hesitated for two days, and decided to come over to inform Cynthia of the news in person. After all, she is also a woman, and she understands women better than those rough men.

Peggy looked at Cynthia's expression, and grabbed her hand on the table, which was very cold, as if the warmth of the world had nothing to do with her.

Peggy sighed in her heart, she understood the other party's mood very well.He tightened the opponent's hand and said, "Cynthia, he hopes you will be happy."

Cynthia looked at her calmly, and asked, "What counts as happiness?"

Peggy: "...Anyway, I hope you can cheer up."

"Well," Cynthia withdrew her hand and looked out the window, "Don't worry, I won't be overwhelmed."

When Mrs. Jin returned to the cake shop, she saw Cynthia and a woman sitting on the dining chair facing each other. Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was silent and serious.

Seeing someone coming in, Peggy got up to leave, she glanced at Cynthia, stopped when she walked past Mrs. King, and whispered: "Hello Ma'am, something bad happened to Cynthia's friend on the battlefield, I hope You can pay attention to Cynthia and don't let her do stupid things."

As a half-centenarian old man, Mrs. Jin knew what Carter meant very well. She looked shocked, glanced at Cynthia, and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure?"

Peggy nodded, and received an affirmative answer from the other party. Mrs. Jin sighed and said in a low voice: "Okay, I see."

After Paige left, Mrs. Jin sat in Paige's seat and said, "Cynthia..."

Cynthia looked at Mrs. Jin, smiled slightly, and said, "I'm fine, Mrs. Jin, I want to ask for leave today."

Mrs. Jin stood at the door of the store and looked at Cynthia's back. After thinking about it, she turned and went back to the store to make a phone call.

Cynthia walked home slowly, as if all the strength in her body was drained in an instant after closing the door.She sat down with her back against the door, her head buried in her knees, motionless, as if asleep.

As night fell, lights were lit in every house.Only the lights in Cynthia's house were not on.

In the darkness, Cynthia, who had maintained this position for a whole day, finally raised her head. The darkness had swallowed her face, only her hoarse voice sounded.

"Steve, you liar."