Marvel's Strange Magician

Three days later, Tony came to Peggy Carter's house as scheduled.

After checking Tony's identity, he was left alone in Peggy Carter's room.

Tony put the flowers in the vase, and then sat in front of Peggy Carter's hospital bed.

Peggy Carter is no longer as heroic and beautiful as she was when she was young. She now has white hair, wrinkles on her face, and her thin body lying weakly on the bed, looking so fragile and exhausted.

But even so, her elegance and rationality have not faded with age, but have become more mellow, making her exude this admirable and beloved temperament from the inside out.

"Tony, why did you remember to come to see me?"

Peggy Carter turned her head, looked at Tony with kind and gentle eyes, and asked first.

Her voice was a little weak, but the happy smile on her face and the brightening of her eyes were even more obvious.

"This is what I'm supposed to do."

Tony's tone was much lighter than usual. He smiled at Peggy Carter and whispered again:

"And this time I found an old friend you may know, and I thought it might make you happy if I brought him over."

"Oh, Tony, thank you for your kindness, but is my vision deteriorating? I didn't see anyone else in the room."

Peggy Carter glanced around the room, shook her head slightly, and smiled at Tony.

"He wanted something familiar."

Tony shrugged his shoulders, and then told Peggy Carter:

"Peggy, promise me you won't get too excited when you see him soon, okay? I don't want to be kicked out by the bodyguards."

Peggy Carter nodded, with a curious look on her face and said, "I'm getting more and more curious."

"I just hope you two don't talk for too long."

Tony muttered something in a low voice and threw a match on the floor in the room. Then, he took out a matchbox that was half the size of an ordinary matchbox and shook it casually.

Peggy Carter, who was watching Tony's actions with a smile and curiosity, suddenly changed her expression after seeing the matchbox in Tony's hand.

The smile on her face gradually faded and turned into a look of disbelief and shock.

When the match on the ground ignited for no reason in her eyes, and a flame nearly as tall as a person suddenly rose, her eyes were filled with tears in an instant, mixed with countless sorrows and expectations, one after another from the corners of her eyes. It kept sliding down.

The flames gradually rose and dissipated, revealing the figure of the young man standing in it.

"Hua...Watson? Is that you? Watson?"

Peggy Carter's choking sounds of surprise and anticipation, sourness and sadness, filled with too many emotions, echoed directly in the ears of Watson who had just appeared.

That abundant emotion hit Watson's heart instantly. He looked at the haggard woman lying on the bed, her face gone, and for some reason he felt a lingering sadness and sourness in his heart.

It was like a person who was running around the world for no reason and suddenly heard someone calling his name from behind.

But when he looked back, he found that even though his heart was throbbing and even though he was full of emotions, he still didn't know whose face the person who called him should be pressing, and what happened between them. s story.

Listening to Peggy Carter's extremely complicated inquiry, Watson didn't know how to answer for a moment.

He glanced at Tony who was sitting back in the chair, raised his hand and waved a portal, and said to Tony:

"You can go home."

"Bye, Peggy, we'll talk next time."

Tony secretly showed a relieved expression and walked into the portal very cooperatively.

After closing the portal again, the small room suddenly fell into silence.

Watson walked to the seat next to the bed and sat down. He took out a tissue and wiped the tears from the corners of Peggy's eyes, and then said with some loss:

"I'm sorry, I don't remember everything.

I only have more than two months of memory of this world. "

With that said, Watson removed his disguise, revealing his current appearance.

"You just called me Watson, is that 'ghost' also called Watson?

Are you...are you sure that I am the 'ghost'? "

"I'm sure, I'm sure!

Oh, Watson, what have you experienced in all these years..."

Peggy Carter looked lovingly at Watson's face, which was younger but more composed than she remembered, and couldn't help but have two lines of tears appear in her eyes again.

It was as if the grievances she had hidden deep in her heart for many years and had been trying to forget had finally found a target and a direction to pour out.

"You are all gone, leaving me alone. I miss you, I miss you every day..."

Peggy looked at Watson for more than ten seconds before she controlled her excitement. She held Watson's hand and said with great joy and gratitude:

"Thank God, you are back, and you truly appear in front of me again."

"I'm here, I'm here."

Watson endured the warmth and sourness in his heart and comforted Peggy in a slow tone.

Watching every tear Peggy sheds and listening to every word she says, Watson's mood will always be aroused and turbulent.

He always felt that he had something very precious waiting for him to embrace, immerse in, and taste, but he couldn't see or catch anything.

He hated this feeling.

"Can you tell me about my past?"

Watson breathed lightly, and after the two of them calmed down a little, he asked.

"Of course. My interest in chatting has never been as high as it is today."

Peggy Carter sat up with Watson's help, and she coughed several times because of her poor health.

Watson quickly took out a bottle of life potion and handed it to her.

Peggy took the life potion and said with a nostalgic smile:

"You can always bring out all kinds of magical items at any time. When I first got acquainted with you, I always wanted to take your clothes over and check them out."

Peggy drank the life potion, and her spirits immediately improved a lot, and she no longer looked so weak and weak.

After regaining her energy, Peggy began to chat with Watson, starting from how Watson came to the Scientific and Strategic Reserves, how he chose to stay, and all the way to the final battle that directly determined the direction of World War II.

By the time Peggy finished telling the story, the sky had darkened.

But neither of them paid attention to the passage of time. Peggy once again looked at Watson's unreasonable and even more shrunken figure, then sighed softly and said with emotion:

"Look at you, you are full of tenacity and calmness now, you are much stronger than before.

To come back to life again, you must have paid a price that I can't imagine. I don't know if I should expect you to remember what happened before. "

Watson was silent for a moment and said in a low voice:

"Those experiences have shaped me into who I am now. Even if it is painful, I should face it and accept it. They will make me stronger.

Besides...how could such a precious memory be lost like this? "

"I want you to live happily, Watson. The world is not as pure as it used to be, but at least it allows people to experience whatever they want to do."

"Only by truly facing yourself can you gain true freedom. There is no way for me to be truly happy if I am incomplete."

Watson smiled at Peggy and handed her a glass of water.

"Your tone really sounds like Steve..."

Peggy took the water, and her smiling face was suddenly stained with sadness.

"What's wrong, Peggy?"

"You and Steve were killed together. I don't know if I should fantasize about the possibility that Steve is still alive."

Peggy stared at the water glass in her hand and said with a complicated expression:

"You have lost your memory, so we don't know where the plane crashed, and we can't confirm Steve's... status.

And Red Skull, you died with him. If you didn't die, would he not really die?

Apart from Hydra's evil human experiments, I can't think of any other situation that would put you in this situation.

I was really afraid that the ending of that scene would go in the completely opposite direction. "

"I'll try to remember."

Watson raised his head and assured Peggy, his eyes becoming firm in an instant.