The Great Winter Soldier

"On the front lines of war, our soldiers march side by side, led by our great Captain America."

"He is the most perfect combination of traditional values ​​and emerging technology. The name of Captain America makes the Nazis fearful, and Adolf's latest weapon cannot compete with our Captain America."

"When the war situation was difficult and hope was dim, it was he who led us to reverse the Axis offensive..."

Snapped

A man typed on the computer keyboard, and a handsome face of a man was revealed on the dark screen. However, his expression was a little lonely. He was wearing an old plaid shirt and gray trousers, sitting silently. In the living room, he sighed deeply.

I don’t know how long it took, but the man with a lonely look picked up a stack of documents on the table, which contained information about the members of the Howling Commandos during World War II. The man flipped through them one by one. The scarlet English words on the documents made the man feel better. The hair is low: deceased, deceased, deceased, deceased...

The man's hand while flipping through the paper paused slightly. On the information paper was a photo of a woman: Peggy Carter.

She did not die. Just seriously ill.

Current address: 57j Merryweather, Winchester, UK. telephone number......

The man's fingers holding the paper slowly tightened, he turned his head and looked at the standing phone. He hesitated for a long time, and finally closed his eyes silently.

After an unknown amount of time, the man in the dark room suddenly stood up, picked up the old leather jacket on the hanger, opened the door and walked out of the apartment, as if escaping from a memory.

The world has changed, become colorful and blooming. The cars running on the street made a heavy roar, and between the tall buildings, huge billboards displayed unknown products. The weird technological products had long been out of the scope of men's cognition.

As he walked in the crowded metropolis, he felt increasingly lonely.

This dream has lasted for seventy years. When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was so out of tune with this world.

Just like his old clothes, last century style leather jacket, gray trousers and plaid shirt. Although his body had blended into the crowd, his mind had become disconnected from everything around him.

This is a man of his time. Rather than being rescued from the glacier, he wished he had died heroically carrying a Nazi bomb.

This is a man of his time. Rather than letting him be immersed in the painful memories of the deaths of his comrades one after another, he hoped that he would be forgotten forever by the world and be buried in the polar ice and snow.

This is a man of his time. Rather than suffering the pain of a date that was 70 years late, he longed to turn back time. He would dress up and attend the meeting as promised. Time flies, and the years have carved traces of vicissitudes on that woman's face, which is full of wrinkles and aging. To him, it was just a short moment, but to the woman, it was 70 years of days and nights, every second. He didn't care about the woman's old face, he was just afraid to see her eyes and feel how lonely, sad and lonely she had been in these decades. Whether, like him now, he is at a loss and living in panic.

This is a man of his time.

The man walked aimlessly and finally stopped in front of a coffee shop. He sat on a chair in the dining area outside the shop, ordered a cup of ordinary coffee, and borrowed a pen and paper.

The diners in the dining area come and go, and I don't know how many people have changed. They all have their own careers, their own families, and they are running around for life. But the man has been sitting at the small round table, drawing back and forth with the pencil in his hand. The tall buildings in front of him have already appeared on the paper. It seems that the skills of 70 years ago have not been lost, but are just a little rusty.

"Waiting for a big shot." A sweet-looking blond waiter came over, refilled the man's coffee, and joked with a smile.

"Ms." The man raised his head and looked at the other party in confusion.

"Many people will stay here just to see Iron Man fly by." The waiter smiled.

"Yes, big shot." The man raised his head, looked at the towering building and the famous Stark Industries, sighed softly, and took out a dollar from his pocket, "Next time."

"You can sit there for as long as you want, there's no one waiting for a seat, and there's free wifi here." The waitress smiled sweetly, turned and left.

"Free wifi that is.

....Is there a radio?" The man looked at the other person's back and asked.

The waitress turned her head, frowned slightly, stopped talking, and returned to the cafe with the coffee pot.

The man saw the surprise in the other person's eyes, perhaps with a trace of disgust, and regarded his previous question as a vulgar joke. The man shook his head and was about to stand up, but was pressed by a hand on his shoulder. .

"You can use it to surf the Internet and understand the world more clearly." From behind, a young man's voice came, which was full of magnetism and made people feel comfortable.

"Thank you." The man smiled politely and buried more doubts in his heart. He didn't want to stay here anymore, but found that the young man was sitting across from the small round table and asked for a cup of coffee.

"Xia Tian." Xia Tian stretched out his right hand and put it in front of the man's eyes.

The man's movement of collecting papers stopped, and he looked at Xia Tian without any movement.

"Why, you are dissatisfied with my skin color?" Xia Tian tilted his head and asked with a smile.

The man opened his mouth, wanting to explain something, but finally stretched out his hand and held it tightly with Xia Tian: "Steve Rogers."

"I know you. I have watched your documentaries and your comics." Xia Tian said, "It has become the spiritual belief of a generation and has accompanied the children for countless days and nights."

"I'm sorry." Steve frowned, not quite believing that the other party could tell his true identity based on a name, and the other party didn't look surprised at all.

"How about it, it has changed a lot." Xia Tian leaned back and leaned back on the chair, looking around at the busy streets, the rows of tall buildings, the giant neon billboards, and the fashionable men and women on the streets.

"Your purpose?" Steve's face turned serious, and he did not think that the other party was a friendly and enthusiastic person.

"I want to chat with you and satisfy my fans. This dress suits you very well, although..." Xia Tian shrugged, looking at the fashionable clothes of the people around him, the meaning was self-evident, "But it It suits your temperament very well.”

"This is my last question, what do you want to do?" Steve's expression was extremely serious, and it could be heard that he was a man who meant what he said and what he did.

"I want this leather jacket on you. It's brown in retro style and suits me very well." Xia Tian said something that made Steve look stunned.

"Sorry, the chat ends here." Steve glanced at Xia Tian, ​​couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, stood up and prepared to leave.

"In boxing, winning or losing will be decided in one fight. Are you interested in betting on this jacket you are wearing?" Xia Tian looked at the tall figure and asked.

"What if you lose?" Steve turned around and asked with interest.

"If I lose, I will tell you my identity." Xia Tian smiled, tilted his head and motioned to the two men across the street. Although one of them was waiting for the bus and the other was making a call in the phone booth, they It didn't escape Xia Tian's eyes, "And that was before the people from SHIELD investigated my identity."

Steve looked in the direction indicated by Xia Tian and saw the vague eyes of the two disguised agents.

Suddenly, Steve smiled. He looked at Xia Tian's frank appearance and nodded lightly.

"You want my leather jacket?" Steve raised his eyebrows, his mood was completely different from before. It seemed that in this special period, only fighting could bring him back to the familiar world.

"Of course, it looks cool." Xia Tian nodded, waved to the waiter, and prepared to pay. At the same time, the heavy motorcycle made a buzzing sound. Two men drove a retro-style Harley Softail Commander and stopped in front of the coffee shop. They jumped off the motorcycle one after another, nodded to Xia Tian, ​​and left quickly. .

"It seems that you are obsessed with retro things." Steve looked at the two motorcycles and said. He was no longer confused by Xia Tian's casual plaid shirt look.

"No, I'm just obsessed with a certain person." Xia Tian murmured, stepping onto the motorcycle, "Let's go, just go to the place you visited the day before yesterday. Also, can you ride a motorcycle? "

"You will see it." Steve got on the motorcycle, the engine hummed, and sped out quickly.

"Well..." Xia Tian looked at the figure that quickly left, and murmured softly: "Hello, Captain America."