Marvel's Fantasia

———Time and space came to 2011——

On September 9, in the boxing training hall, Steve hit the sandbag in front of him hard, and various things kept flashing through his mind:

"I will wait for you to come back……"

"I'm going to ditch the glacier, I have a request..."

"The war is over, captain, it's 2011..."

"When will you come back? I have a lot of things I want to tell you face to face..."

Steve punches faster and faster until the bag is knocked out.He looked at the broken sandbag, picked up a new one, hung it up, and punched again.At this time, a male voice sounded: "Are you in a bad mood?"

Steve glanced at Fury standing at the door, and continued to practice: "Sir, do you still work as a part-time psychological counselor?"

"It's not impossible," Fury walked to Steve and said, "if you need it."

Steve: "Maybe, but I don't need to right now, I feel okay."

Fury didn't think so. He looked at the sand on the ground and said, "Maybe you should find something to do to distract yourself."

Steve: "Is there a task for me, sir?"

Fury: "It's not too important. They are all tasks you are used to, but some equipment may be different from what you used before."

Steve felt that he really needed to find something to do: "Okay, I will participate."

After that, he packed his luggage, picked up a sandbag and prepared to leave.

"We know you're looking for someone, Captain." Fury's voice sounded behind him.

"It's no secret, sir." Steve kept walking.

Steve asked Paige about Cynthia, but Paige said that she just informed Cynthia and did not pay close attention to what happened afterwards.

So for a month after waking up, Steve has been looking for Cynthia's whereabouts, but he couldn't find the person he was looking for no matter whether it was the address, the place where he worked, or even the nursing home.After all, 66 years have passed, and he is already planning to visit the cemetery in the next few days.

"We found someone who might have a clue, Captain," Steve had already gone a little far, and Fury had to increase his volume: "Maybe this person you don't want to meet, after all, he should be with Cynthia Scott. The person who was with Te last time may also be the murderer, although he does not admit it."

"Boom!" The sandbag on his shoulder fell heavily to the ground, and Steve walked back quickly, "Who is that person? Where is he now?"

On the way to the nursing home, Steve, who was sitting in the car, tightly squeezed the documents in his hand, which were copies of two police statements.

The first one recorded: The informant William King, male, 25 years old, reported at 1946:1 am on January 1, 7, claiming that his female companion slipped and fell off the cliff, and the police station sent rescuers to search near the bottom of the cliff , No one was found at several possible crash points. The police judged that the reporter was a prank and called the police and issued a warning.

There was only one day between the second statement and the first statement: "The informant Jenny Barton, female, 45 years old, reported at 1946:1 am on January 3, 8, claiming that her neighbor, Cynthia Scott, Two days ago, he disappeared after making an appointment with someone to watch the sunrise. Then the police arrested the suspect, William King, who claimed that he did not kill anyone. any traces below.

After arriving at the destination and asking the staff inside, Steve walked into the garden.It’s lunch break now, and only a few elderly people are active here. Each old man wears a nameplate on his chest, with his name and room number written on it. This is provided by the nursing home, so as to prevent the new nurses from sometimes misidentifying them. .

He pretended to pass by casually, glanced at the names one by one, and finally locked on the old man who was napping on the bench.He walked over and sat next to him, patiently waiting for the other party to wake up.

William slowly opened his eyes, and when he woke up, he found Steve sitting beside him. He looked at him again and again, and asked doubtfully, "Strange, young man, have I seen you somewhere?"

Looking at the gray-haired William, Steve didn't feel the joy of meeting acquaintances at all.He only heard him say: "Mr. William King, my name is Steve Rogers."

"Huh?! What did you say your name is? Are you Steve's grandson? Didn't Steve die on the battlefield?" William asked in surprise.

Instead of answering the question, Steve asked, "I wonder where Cynthia Scott is?"

"Cynthia, oh, it's my fault, it's all my fault..." Hearing Cynthia's name, William murmured.

Steve approached William and asked, "What's your fault? What did you do? Where is she?"

But the old man didn't answer. He had already fallen into his own consciousness, and he just kept repeating what he said just now.

Seeing the old man being helped away by the nurse, Steve scratched his hair in frustration, walked out of the nursing home, and called Fury: "Sir, do you know where she happened?"

Phil was very happy to work with the hero in his heart. He climbed to the top of the mountain with Steve, stood on the edge of the cliff, and sighed: "There is such a beautiful scenery here, Captain, how did you find this place?"

Steve, who was looking for clues around, replied: "I didn't find this, and I'm not in the mood to look at the scenery."

They have searched below just now, and there are no suspicious traces, but it has been 66 years, and even if there are traces, they should be destroyed.

An hour of searching on the mountain failed to find any clues, and Steve even picked up the stones on the ground and looked at them.He said disappointedly: "Let's go."

"Are you leaving? Captain, let me take a photo as a souvenir." As he spoke, Phil took out his cell phone, and the pen in his trouser pocket was also taken out, and fell to the ground.

"Oh! My pen, that's a limited edition!" Phil bent down anxiously to catch the pen, but he lost control of his balance and fell out, and was pulled back by Steve.

Steve: "Be careful, the edges are slippery."

"Thank you Captain, it's just a pity that my pen is missing." Phil looked down at the mountain regretfully. He failed to save the pen, and the pen still fell. "Then there is a notebook on the stone wall below. It would be great if my pen fell there too. At least it won't fall to pieces."

"What book?" Steve asked hastily.

Five minutes later, Steve looked at the cowhide notebook that he had just brought up in his hand. Years of wind and sun had faded the leather.

He opened the cover, his hands trembling for a moment, and saw a sentence on the inside page - Cynthia's small book, ps: Steve sent it!