[Comprehensive British and American] Space Patrolman Hydra

"I don't care, the previous ones don't count!"

Hydera gritted her teeth and came up with a new hypothesis.

"Arnold, what time is it?"

"Thirteen minutes past one."

"Two o'clock."

Hydra grabbed her skirt and sat high up on the dry sand.

"Before two o'clock, if it's over, he will follow me."

— Does it make sense?

Arnold wanted to ask Hydera.

— This has no scientific basis at all.

At last he spoke, and said to Hydera:

"it is good."

In the Hydra neural network platform, the red-haired Arnold Peter Pan simulated the same beach and night as outside, lying next to the Hydra fairy.

One point twenty.

There are fewer fireworks.

One thirty.

The fireworks were finally set off.

forty past one.

The repeated play of "Life in the Rose" Hydera is so familiar that she can sing it backwards.

Fifty past one.

The waves touched Hydera's heels slightly.

55:[-].

57:[-].

59:[-].

two o'clock.

It's two o'clock.

Two minutes past one.

Two minutes past two.

[-]:[-].

Hydera didn't ask the time - although she could know it as long as she wanted to, Arnold didn't remind her.

Five past two.

The waves continued to climb up, and the skirt that had just dried was wet again.

Hydra simply sank all his consciousness into the network, cutting off most of the connections with the mimic shell.

In the vast and boundless neural network, the little Hydra coiled itself up and waited with its eyes closed.

"Boss."

Arno is calling her.

"Boss, open your eyes."

Hydera rolled over, buried a few heads, and didn't want to talk to this guy who was inconsiderate of the girl's mood.

"Boss—the result is out."

"No!" Green Tea hissed, "It's only 59:59:34:[-] milliseconds!"

"—another 69 microseconds!"

For the first time, Dazui has formed an alliance with Green Tea.

Arnold: "..."

The quantum brain once again doubted whether the circuit of himself who chose to follow Hydera was blown.

Arnold floated out of the Hydera neural network, activated the permission to use the mimic body, and said to the man squatting aside:

"Boss thought you wouldn't go back, so she went astray and started praying to God. Now she is bargaining with God, asking God to open her back door."

The blond man was taken aback when he heard the words, his expression changed a few times, and finally he couldn't help rubbing his forehead helplessly, but his lips still couldn't help curling up.

"Arnold, help me with a trick—how can I wake her up?"

......good question.How do you wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep?

Arnold sneaked into the Internet and searched for a circle, then resurfaced, and said seriously to Steve Rogers.

"To wake up the princess, a kiss is needed."

Steve Rogers:  …

The blond soldier who respected women's style and gentlemen still didn't obey Arnold's command of fearing that the world would not be chaotic. Instead, he took off his coat, carefully wrapped up the blond girl lying on the beach pretending to be dead, and hugged her.Even though she knew that the alien girl would not get sick, she subconsciously tugged at the gap where cold air would get in, blocked the wind with her arms and shoulders, and walked towards the hotel with faint lights on the edge of the beach.

This makes Arnold a little regretful.

"Forgive me for my sharp curiosity, Captain."

Arnold asked.

"Did you use a memory blur device on Ms. Peggy Carter?"

Memory fuzzing device - produced by the Space Patrol Science Research Institute, will not delete the memory of the user, but will only reasonably blur the memory.

In the end, it was blurred like a dream.

"used."

Steve Rogers smiled.

"I told her everything ... and she agreed."

Peggy Carter is a wise enough woman.

After the fireworks cleared, the music was repeated countless times.

"Steve, it's fine."

The red-haired girl let go of her hand suddenly and looked into those blue eyes.

"You go."

What Steve Rogers read in the eyes of the redhead.

"...you found out?"

"You still want to hide it from me?"

Peggy Carter laughed.

"I'm not an idiot, Steve. Have you forgotten what you said? You said I'll always be smarter than you, before or after the reinforcement...not to mention, you'll never learn to lie."

She took a step back slowly.

"Even Howard can't make such exquisite fireworks; the music doesn't change a bit, it's not a real band, but the music of the gramophone can't be so clear; I used to come to Coney Island when it was used as a military backup training ground, the beach here It's full of shells and seaweed, and there's soft sand under my feet; more and bigger openings, and it's you—"

She looked up at the blond soldier and said softly.

"Steve, the clothes on you are made of a material I've never seen before."

Your temperament has changed.

Your eyebrows have changed.

Your eyes have changed.

"Steve, you've aged a lot, and that's the way you look—but you've only been gone for a week."

Peggy Carter gently looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar Steve Rogers in front of her.

"Would you like to hear more, soldier?"

"..."

Steve Rogers exhaled, made a relaxed expression, and raised his hands in surrender with a smile.

"Being humbled, sir."

"Don't come here, you glib, haven't you had enough of the pointer?"

Peggy Carter scolded with a smile, paused, and looked serious.

"Listen, soldier. I don't care where or how you came from, I don't want to ask..."

She'd seen quite a bit of time-space conjecture in Howard Stark's genius lab.What's even more hateful is that her memory is so good that she can't forget it at all.So even if she didn't want to, she didn't dare to doubt the person in front of her, but the blond soldier's undisguised flaws forced her to be sure.

——Steve Rogers in front of her was not the man she knew.

"...I just need to know a little bit."

Peggy Carter took a deep breath and tried to ask calmly.

"Now—I mean, my now, you're still alive, aren't you?"

"...70 years later."

Steve Rogers bent down, picked up his coat on the beach, brushed off the sand, and draped it over his shoulders for the redhead, whose lips were a little purple from the cold.

"70 years later, you and the people left by Howard found me frozen in the glacier."

"70."

Peggy Carter nodded.

"70."

She nodded again.

"...too long, isn't it?"

Steve Rogers picked up the scarf and wrapped it carefully around the redhead.

"I felt the same way when I woke up. If they hadn't told me that you founded S.H.I.E.L.D., I might have gone to some remote mountain and shut myself up."

"SHIELD?"

Peggy Carter hides her face in a scarf.

"...Not good." The blond soldier covered his mouth exaggeratedly, "I'm spoiling it, am I?"

The redhead was amused.

"So Howard and I founded an organization called S.H.I.E.L.D., and found you 70 years later—sounds like I had a pretty good life, can I give you a few more hints? After all, we have such a deep friendship. For example Say... which stock is going to sell? Which land is going to go up in price?"

"Very greedy, Ms. Carter, why, and plan to enter Wall Street?"

Steve Rogers picked up his hat and bag, laughing.

"I'm sharing a house of less than [-] square meters with someone now... Those bastards took away the command right of the Strategic Science Corps right after the war ended, and cut my salary. I have I have a hunch that from now on I may only be able to serve tea and pour water."

Peggy Carter shrugged and said solemnly.

"So I'm in a hurry to find another way out. Now that I think about it, it's not bad to be the top of the Forbes rich list."

"...they will regret it sooner or later."

Steve Rogers smoothed the brim of his hat and put it on carefully for Peggy Carter.

"You will become the best agent, you destroyed the remaining HYDRA, you destroyed the last serum, you mastered the Strategic Science Corps, you joined forces with Howard to create the SHIELD for peace, during your living years , always fighting for the world."

He said every word with great solemnity.

"I see a wonderful world—and this world, built on your shoulders. You uphold and always love our crazy and desperate kindness."

"...I'm so powerful?"

Peggy Carter laughed dumbfounded.

"Love our crazy kindness...that's a line I like, and I'll keep it in mind."

She doesn't really need Steve Rogers' affirmation.The well-dressed red-haired girl squatted down, picked up her shoes, and walked slowly towards the road at the end of the beach.

"And then? Anything else?"

"I never really met your husband."

Steve Rogers walks beside him with his bag.

"But I've seen the video - you love him deeply, he loves you deeply, your descendants follow in your footsteps, and you live a very happy life."

"I'm still alive after 70 years?"

Peggy Carter didn't wait for a response, and took it on her own.

"Forget it, an old lady in her 90s, it would be embarrassing for me to ask you if you look good again."

"Don't underestimate yourself, sir. You will always be the most beautiful rose in the barracks."

Steve Rogers looked serious.

"Whoever says it is not good-looking, I will fight with him."

"I still use you?"

Peggy Carter drew the gun from the hidden pocket of her skirt, dangled it in her hand, and blinked triumphantly.

"I can handle it myself."

"...on a date with me and you're still carrying a gun?"

"Be prepared :)"

The two walked slowly on the beach, chatting casually, as if they had returned to the leisure time when they secretly drank together in the military camp when they had no missions, and complained about the wine bags and rice bags in the team.

"...just stop here."

Peggy Carter stopped.

They are already on the road.This is the only way to go to Long Island. There are brand new street lights, and there are few vehicles going back and forth.

The red-haired girl mustered up the courage to look up, and looked at the blond soldier standing under the street lamp.

"You haven't told me yet."

she said softly.

"I?"

Steve Rogers thought for a while, and the corners of his mouth hooked up subconsciously.

"I think, although I don't quite adapt to life in 70 years...but maybe I have a home."

All kinds of people seemed to pass by in his field of vision.

"Howard has a wonderful son, Tony, who is a great inventor. Natasha, she is a very intelligent woman, and we have an amazing understanding. Clinton, Dr. Banner, Grant...  ..oh, and your successor, remember speaking up for me when I saw a black guy with a bad temper, he was really stubborn. And..."

A touch of gold flew up.

"and also?"

asked Peggy Carter.

"...and a girl."

"What kind of girl?"

"How to describe it..."

This question stumped Steve Rogers.The blond soldier considered it slowly, and spoke after a long time.

"...she was a wonderful girl."

Enthusiastic, simple, straightforward, full of vitality, full of vitality, hot and hot, but old, tired when he is quiet, and indifferent in the depths of his eyes.

Many words can be used to describe her, but they are all too one-sided.

"She's always happy for other people's happiness, and she's always trying to help others. That's what worries me the most. She's very good at hiding herself, even pretending—maybe she doesn't even know she's pretending— Act like you don’t need anything, just want to help others.”

The blond soldier turned his head sideways, looking at the beach in the darkness.

"I wish she would be a little bit more capricious... because she deserves more."

"You like her very much," said Peggy Carter.

"Ah."

Steve Rogers nodded, looked away from the beach, and looked at Peggy Carter in front of him.If the red-haired girl felt something, she also glanced sideways at the beach in the darkness.

"Is that the music she played?"

"Yes--"

Before Steve Rogers could finish his sentence, the red-haired girl punched him hard in the ribs.

"--wear?!"

"You men...! How can your EQ be so low!"

Peggy Carter withdrew her hand and said viciously.

"If I were her, I would have to make you an ex-boyfriend—no, whether you can live or not is another matter!"

In fact, he was dragged over by Hydera, and when he was angry about it, he handed him fireworks and music controllers with a pitiful face, and dragged him to the door of the Stoke Bar by Steve Rogers, holding his ribs : "..."

"The dance is over, you don't owe me anything, those who don't belong here should go back quickly!"

Peggy Carter snatched her bag from Steve Rogers, held it tightly, and with all her courage and strength, spoke in one go, very fast.

"I will persevere - I will drive those guys out of the Strategic Science Corps, I will build that S.H.I.E.L.D., I will take good care of the world you left us, 70 years later it will be an era of peace and happiness, so you--"

Her eyes glistened with water.

"...Stop thinking about carrying the whole world on your back."

"Okay, I promise you."

The blond soldier put down his hand covering his ribs, stood up straight, gently hugged the red-haired girl, and whispered.

"In the same way, Pei, don't think about carrying the whole world on your back."

A gentle hug, one touch away.

After a pause, Steve Rogers still took out the device in his pocket.

"Let me guess what this is?"

Peggy Carter caught a glimpse of what the blond soldier was holding in his hand.

"So Howard's guess is right, time travel is forbidden spoilers, right?"

"For the stability of time and space."

Steve Rogers didn't start right away.

"It won't delete the memory, but it can be blurred, making the memory recall like a clear dream. But how much blurred, I respect your choice."

"All—including that dance."

The red-haired girl said without hesitation.

"You and I both need to start over, Steve. I don't want to be tied down or take any chances because of the prophecy you brought. How I will go from here, I want it to be entirely my choice."

"...As ordered, sir."

Steve Rogers took a deep breath.

The device is activated.

White light illuminates the night.

......

58:[-].

59:[-].

Seven o'clock sharp.

Hydera, who had spent a full five hours, reluctantly opened her eyes.

"woke up?"

A familiar voice sounded from the side, and Hydera turned her head, and saw the blond soldier sitting by the window with his head propped up, holding a newspaper in his hand.After hearing the movement, the newspaper was put down, and he looked gently at Hydera who was lying on the bed with a dazed expression.

"Breakfast has just been heated, and it's on the bedside table next to it."

The alien girl got stuck in her head.

"You and I--"

She stuttered.

"It wasn't—the beach—that dance—"

"The dance is over."

Steve Rogers said.

"But--"

Hydera always felt that something was wrong.

The blond soldier folded the newspaper and put it aside, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, so startled that Hydera quickly pulled the quilt over his head and buried himself.

"Don't get angry!" the alien girl yelled while hiding under the quilt, "I know it's wrong to drag you here without discussing with you—but I think it's worth it!"

Steve Rogers:  …

The blond soldier sighed.

"I'm not mad at you for the reasons you say...not even at you."

Hydera moved and pulled the quilt down, leaving a pair of eyes gurgling outside.

"I'm angry at myself for being clumsy and passive for not giving you enough reassurance that you're always pushing me out."

With gentle but firm force, Steve Rogers tugged down on the quilt, exposing Goldilocks' entire face.

"Listen, Hydra. I don't know why you like to help others so much, but I don't need you to be like this, I don't need you to do anything for me. I hope that between us is... more natural, I hope you can be self-willed with me instead of accommodating me."

Hydera stared wide-eyed, unable to stop a word.

"You like romance movies, inspirational movies, action movies, and sci-fi movies; you like R&B and rock; you like romance novels and detective stories; your favorite food is Coke, ice cream, and beef burgers; you like swimming and shooting; you like playing games, watching Novels, movies—but didn't like being alone. I remember that well."

Steve Rogers said softly.

"I won't leave you alone...so.

"Allow me to enter your world?"

The author says:

I haven't been chatting in recent updates.I think the author is only responsible for telling the story, as long as the story is told well.But after thinking about it today, I would like to say a few words related to this article.

Hydera's large-scale abandonment happened in two time periods. The first was when the captain exposed his problems and the problems with Tony, and the second was Peggy.

Honestly, I expected it.

As an author, I can understand why most authors avoid these two parts, because the writing is really, really, not pleasing to readers, and it is also difficult to deal with. If you are careless, you will be scolded.A sweeter, lighter, and cleaner social and emotional circle is the most flattering.

When I wrote about time and space travel, I was scolded for being a pedophile; when I wrote that the captain is not the so-called Chinese-style moral benchmark, he is actually a bit stubborn. At this time, he was full of confusion and did not adapt to this society, so he was scolded for dissing the US team; When I wrote the captain’s monologue, I was scolded for mixing pure love with romance (how I wrote it in the comics of Tiandiliangxin); when I wrote Tony’s deadly arrogance and trust crisis, I was scolded for dissing Tony; when I wrote Peggy—— This is actually a bit surprising to me—Peggy appeared with a name, and I was scolded for "there is such a bitch as Peggy, so I abandoned the article"; Fighting against Lady Hydra, I was scolded as a patriarch; I wrote this dance, and I was scolded.

I can understand most of them - after all, everyone is the same, full of surging love and protective desire for a certain character.It's easy to be stung by certain things about him.

It's so normal, after all, if anyone wants to say something wrong with my husband Daji Sawamura in front of me, I will throw this life on anyone's face.

However, the absence of contradictions does not mean that there are no contradictions.

Putting Peggy in the past tense does not mean that there is no.

Regardless of the node in the comics, the conflicts within the alliance have never stopped.The same goes for movies, where problems can be seen all the time.They are all good people and heroes, but their ideas are bound to cause friction.Many times, these frictions make the unapproachable gods become humans, and let us truly realize how difficult it is to be a hero and how dangerous they are on the single-plank bridge.

I hate Peggy—especially the manga party/shield winter party hates Peggy—I can understand it very well. I read the comics to write Hydra, and I also complained about the plot adaptation and changing the personality.But let's not have real feelings with the capital, just look at this role.

The role of Peggy is well portrayed, strong, independent, and confident, but because she was discriminated against and despised as a woman, she could only serve tea and water after the war—yes, she didn’t look away from the crazy cars Without blinking, Peggy calmly shot the Hydra. After the war, she was assigned to serve tea to the men, answer the phone in the office, and was not even allowed to hold meetings.

But she did not give up, she used her own power to protect the world, she is an extremely rare sonorous rose in the MCU, her appearance and the subsequent shaping of Agent Carter, I believe that not only me - must make many people, will It turns its attention to women living in the male-dominated superhero world, and discovers the rising female power behind it.

Knowing this, I can't sleep without writing it out, and it makes me feel like everything I write is superficial and fake.Makes me feel like I'm kidding myself. [To put it simply, I seem to be falsifying the data. 】

So even if I write it out, it will add a lot of trouble to my subsequent writing, and the difficulty of dealing with the plot will increase sharply. If I don’t want to be biased, it means that I have to take care of each end. If I fail, I can’t write well at each end...

I still want to try it.

After all, what I want to write has always been on the copy: focus on describing the collision, fusion and growth of souls, and sing the praises of human beings.

This is the soul of my writing, and it is also where my confidence lies in writing, and I cannot live up to my original intention.

Maybe I have a problem with my brain - but a large part of the reason is that even if I don't click or subscribe, I can't get on the good list, and I don't have income or comments, which affects my quality of life and writing pleasure, but I don't rely on writing for food, I dare to write.

Looking at my writing, it may not be to your taste, it may not be cool, and of course it may not be well written [Let go of a cute newbie who has only had a pen for two years], but I guarantee that every word I present is where it should be. everything should happen; every character has a vivid and deep soul.

The story serves the characters and is written centered on the characters, and will never drag the characters to get closer to the story.

that's it.

Thank you for seeing you all the time [How to say it is as if you are going to die]

In fact, Hydera is almost in the final stage.

For those of you who like Hydera and want to continue walking with her, I will use all my savings so far to create a beautiful and grand ending that sings praises.

[Not BE!Not BE!Not BE!Say important things three times!For spoilers turn left to see Doctor Who! 】