Marvel's Fantasia

———Time came to 2011——

On the morning of July 7, two days had passed since Steve woke up. He followed Fury to a strange place.

Watch people walking around.Although they were all wearing plain clothes and looked ordinary, but with Steve's years of combat experience, he could still see how vigilant these people were towards him.

So, what is this place?Steve lowered his eyes, covered his probing gaze, followed Fury silently to a door, and was stopped by someone at the door.

Fury showed the identity certificate to the guard, and the other party confirmed that there was no problem before letting go of the blocking hand and said, "She is awake now, and you have half an hour."

Fury nodded, turned around and said to Steve: "You haven't seen each other for so long, you should have a lot to say. I won't go in and disturb you, I wish you a good talk."

Steve nodded, then walked into the room and saw the person lying on the bed, it was Peggy.Her figure hasn't changed much, and her old face can still be seen from the original appearance, and her dark brown hair has all turned gray.

After all, 66 years have passed, and the other party is already 92 years old.But in Steve's memory, he just slept for a few days, and the two didn't see each other for a week at most. Why did she change so much? !

Steve sat on a chair beside him and was silent. His thoughts were very confused now, and he didn't know what to say?

Lying on the bed, Peggy felt someone beside her, turned her head and looked over, her cloudy eyes were surprised after seeing Steve: "Steve?! So is what they said true? Are you still alive? !"

Seeing the shocked face of the old man, Steve didn't know what tone he should use, so he could only answer first: "It's me, Peggy, I'm still alive."

Peggy told Steve what happened after he disappeared. She spoke very slowly, and sometimes she had to stop and think about it. Her memory is no longer clear.

Steve listened patiently to her, and although it was about him, it was as unreal to him as listening to a story.

"... We have searched for a long time but have not found any trace of you. Everyone thinks that you must have encountered an accident. We cannot accept this news," Peggy said here, thought for a while, and continued: "Then I will go to I met Cynthia, she is really a girl with a good temperament, and she and I...cough cough cough!"

Seeing Peggy coughing violently, Steve quickly helped her sit up, and after she stabilized, he poured her a glass of water.

Peggy took a sip of water slowly, the cough interrupted her thoughts just now, she looked at Steve, and asked doubtfully, "I think you look familiar, who are you?"

Steve: "I'm Steve, Steve Rogers."

At this time, the guard at the door knocked on the door and came in and said, "Sir, it's time, you should go, she needs a good rest."

Hearing this, Steve had no choice but to say goodbye to Peggy and walked out of the room.

Fury: "Did you relax a little when you saw your acquaintances? Are you talking happily?"

"I don't know, sir, I just feel," Steve didn't know how to describe his current mood, "Can I still visit her? There's something I want to know from her."

Fury: "Of course, but the appointment must wait until she is sober."

——Time back to 1945——

The time has already entered the winter of December before we know it, because this year the war is over, family reunions, the atmosphere on the street has become lively, and people have begun to arrange Christmas programs.

On December 12th, a heavy snowfall last night covered the road, and William was clearing the snow in front of Cynthia's house with a shovel.

William came over early today with a shovel, saying that Cynthia, a girl, was struggling to do these physical tasks. He offered to help, and Cynthia didn't refuse, letting the coolies shine as much as they wanted, and she stood under the porch to direct.

William shoveled a shovel of snow and threw it by the side of the road. Seeing that Cynthia seemed to be in a good mood, he asked, "Cynthia, do you have any plans for Christmas?"

Cynthia: "No, just stay at home."

William: "Would you like to hang out with me then?"

Cynthia: "No, I want to be at home."

William: "It's so boring to be alone at home, why don't I come with you?"

Cynthia: "No, I'm used to it by myself, you'd better live with your family!"

"Cynthia, don't you..." William asked while holding the shovel out of breath after throwing the snow, "Would you like to wait for Steve?"

When the other party mentioned Steve, Cynthia looked at William seriously: "William, I remember I told you."

"Yes, I remember," William waved his hand and continued to shovel snow, "You said that Steve promised you to come back for Christmas, you also said that you would wait for him at Christmas, and you also said that you thought Steve My husband is not dead, I remember everything you said, Cynthia."

William felt that it was normal for Cynthia to be unable to come out for a while, but this unfounded intuition was too ridiculous. The news of Steve's death had been confirmed by the military, but Cynthia insisted that the absence of the body meant nothing.God, can't the body be eaten by sharks?

He thinks that Cynthia can remember Steve all her life, but it should be a good memory, not this kind of fantasy waiting. There must always be a time limit, and being immersed in the past will only make her more painful.

Cynthia frowned when she heard William's words, and said, "William, I don't have the heart to think about other people or things right now."

The meaning of Cynthia's words was obvious, and William didn't care, and said, "I have no other meaning, just asking about your Christmas arrangements."

Cynthia: "Then I have already answered you."

William: "Okay, how about going to watch the sunrise together during the New Year? You have already rejected me just now, so this invitation will give your friend some face?"

Cynthia thought about it and agreed.She also felt that she couldn't refuse someone twice, not to mention that William often helped her when he came back. Even if he wasn't a friend, he was still a benefactor, um, a benefactor who helped her find a job.

Christmas night is coming soon, and laughter and joyful singing are heard from every house.

Cynthia sat at the dining table and looked at the time. Well, it was 8 o'clock, and Steve hadn't come back yet. She was a little hungry, so let's eat something to fill her belly.

At 11:50 a.m., Cynthia refills her drink.This is a bottle of red wine that she specially bought today. When she bought it, she didn't know what she wanted to use it for. To celebrate?Or get yourself drunk?

She laughed at herself and drank another glass of wine.

Ten minutes later, when the clock struck 10 o'clock, the man still didn't come back, and Cynthia also passed out drunk on the table, her face was covered with tears, and her dream was full of bitterness.