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After confirming that the Balrog was dead and Hulk had returned to his original state, the Avengers and his party all got on the Quinjet machine and returned to the building, handing it over to the professional S.H.I.E.L.D.

It was different from when he came here, because Garald was still unconscious, the atmosphere in the plane was much more dignified than before.After all, they were only here to help out on a voluntary basis, not staff members. They were supposed to be well protected. As a result, none of the Avengers had anything to do, and those who should be fine were lying on stretchers. This made everyone in the team, especially It's Captain America, it's hard to accept this fact.

"This is my fault."

Clenching his hands to his forehead, and sitting next to the elf with his eyes closed, Steve was silent for a long time.It took a long time for the plane to fly into the clouds, and with the slight turbulence of the airflow over the ocean, he finally raised his head. There was a trace of tiredness on his face, but it was more of a self-blame that was almost sad.

"It was I who proposed that he join our team, and it was I who went to S.H.I.E.L.D. to convince him to act with us. I also promised that I would protect him."

Turning his head slightly, he glanced at the pale elf on the stretcher, and Steve frowned: "In the end, he got hurt like this because of me."

"It's not your fault, Steve."

Pushing his glasses, Dr. Banner, who was giving Garrod a simple bandage, glanced at him, and said gently: "Jarrod is a fighter like you, he knows what he is doing. And if you insist, we Everyone should be held accountable."

"..."

Although this was indeed the truth, and the captain knew that it was true, but seeing the elf's miserable appearance, it was really difficult for him to be comforted by pale words.So, after a while of silence, the cabin once again fell into a very strange atmosphere, embarrassing, heavy, and a kind of mysterious grief.

It's like being dead.

Clint commented so accurately.

Then he was hit all over the face by a flying shield.

And this unspeakable atmosphere lasted until the plane landed on the roof of the Avengers Building, and the medical team rushed out from the building to take over the treatment of Garrod.The dark clouds hovering over Steve's head had just dissipated a little bit, revealing a little peaceful shadow, which made the Avengers who had been following him nervously couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"So what are we going to do now?"

Leaning in the lounge, watching the captain walk in after changing his uniform.The only Black Widow in the entire building who dared to face Steve at this moment slowly raised her eyebrows, and something seemed to flash in her eyes: "Coulson has called me several times."

"what?"

As soon as he changed his uniform, the old T-shirt on his whole body would make him look much older.Steve closed the door and raised his eyebrows suspiciously: "What does he want to do?"

"He heard about Garrod, and he wants the special agent to take him back to the bureau for treatment." The widow shrugged: "After all, the medical department has given him a full set of examinations, and he knows the body of elves very well. It will be easier for experts to take over."

"Then let him send the S.H.I.E.L.D. experts. Garald will stay here and not go anywhere."

Pretend that you haven't heard the first half of her sentence at all.Under Natasha's meaningful gaze, Steve decided without hesitation.

Of course, this is not to say that he does not trust Coulson and S.H.I.E.L.D., nor does it mean that the Avengers Building will be safe enough to be foolproof. The elves are too far away from themselves.He had a lot to say, a lot of questions to be answered by Garald.And the captain also had a hunch that if he let Jarod leave now, he would definitely miss something very important to him.

Therefore, no matter who wants to grab the essence, there is no way.

Sitting on the sofa, while thinking about it secretly, he habitually fumbled in his pocket.But it didn't take long for Captain America to discover to his horror that his phone was not lying where it should be, and suddenly disappeared.

"Are you looking for this?"

Just when Steve was thinking carefully about whether he had left it somewhere, and was about to get up to look for it.Natasha, who hadn't uttered a word for a long time, suddenly opened her mouth and raised her chin at him, while her black mobile phone was hanging on her fingertips: "You fell on the plane, and I helped you retrieve it."

"...Thank you."

Although it's not good to be so suspicious of teammates, Steve just felt that things like 'I accidentally lost my phone and happened to be picked up by Natasha' were not simple.So, being horrified by her half-smiling gaze, Steve worked hard for a long time, but in the end he couldn't pretend nothing happened, so he could only take a deep breath, and slowly said as she wanted, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." And Natasha looked at him with more meaningful eyes: "I just found out that I need to ask you to do me a favor."

Captain America suddenly had a bad feeling: "What's the matter?"

"It's very simple, when you are going to meet your little netizens, be sure to bring me with you."

Nodding, the widow smiled slightly at him, implying:

"I really want to see what your expression will be at that time."

Steve:  …

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"I have to."

Gazing at the burning smoke of the City of Seven from a distance, Jarod knew that he was dreaming.

He has had many similar dreams during the thousands of years of sleeping.From the massacre of relatives in Swan Harbor, to the flames of Gondolin's final fall, to the empty valley of Rivendell, which is like spring all the year round, he has dreamed too many similar scenes, the kind of long memories that turned into blood and flowed between the flesh and blood , almost running through every dream he planted in the darkness.However, among the various memories, there is only one that he has never met in a dream.And no matter how he called, it never came in the dark, leaving behind a shadow worth remembering.

But now, Garrod found that he was standing in this surging memory.The reason for this is probably because he met his most hated opponent again after nearly ten thousand years, and as he himself said, the name Balrog has never just represented a person who is disgusting to him. The shadow of fear.

"I have to."

When Glorfindel said these words, Garrod remembered clearly that they were standing in front of the Eagle's Cleft, blocked by a whole half legion of orcs.And the demon who followed Morgoth was approaching from a distance step by step, burning with the same flames as the fall of Gondolin in the distance, and the whip of flame drew a palpitating arc in the air.

"I have to stop the Balrog here." His blond hair, which was as bright as the sun, was darkened by the firelight. He turned his head with a determination that the elves had never seen before: "And Jarod, I want you to protect other People leave here, no matter what happens, they must never turn back—”

"Please, do as I say. Don't come back!!"

Before he could refuse, he was pushed out of the battle circle by the Lord of the Golden Flower, and fell beside the survivors of Gondolin.Glorfindel's hoarse voice was drowned out by the roar of the clash of swords, and that was the last sentence Garald heard.They both knew that fighting the Balrog alone would lead to death, but just as Glorfindel knew that he would not abandon his own group, Garrod also knew that since Glorfindel had entrusted the task of protecting the remaining clansmen to himself, then he has no plan to come back alive.

Finally, the news came that both Glorfindel and the Balrog had fallen into the abyss.Thorondor the Eagle King brought back his body, and Tur erected a green grave for him by the side of the road, while Jarod stood far behind the sad elves, reciting the spell that Glorfindel had taught him, In an instant, the tomb was covered with white poppies, just like the patterns embroidered on the cloak of the Lord of Golden Flowers, which were so beautiful.

...feeling like being abandoned.

Standing by the tomb of his former friend, he couldn't help thinking.

The elves have eternal life and soul, even if they die, they will eventually return to the same place, and one day they will meet again, this point Jarod has always been clear.But even so, he had never left Glorfindel since he was a child, and now that he was separated suddenly, even though he knew where he was going, the elf still felt a sense of loneliness.

As lonely as he was when he woke up in the 21st century, all alone, long, long later.

The flames of war subsided in the dream, and the darkness in front of him gradually dissipated, revealing the sunshine shining from the present world.But just as the Lord of the Golden Flower finally returned after being reborn, in this strange era, he will not be lonely for too long after all.

He has always been absolutely sure.

And when Jarod opened his eyes and looked at Captain America, who was sleeping with his head propped up beside the bed, the remaining sense of loss was like a drop of water falling into the lake, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

He even wanted to laugh a little.

"How can you arch your hair like this?"

The corners of his mouth were tightened to prevent himself from laughing out loud.Garrod reached out and rubbed Steve's head vigorously, like an elderly grandpa lovingly rubbing his grandson.

"..."

Steve Rogers felt that something must be wrong.

The author has something to say: Big Shield: Wait, Grandpa?

Garald: Given our age difference, you still took advantage of calling me grandpa.