After the whitewashing of Chaoying, they were reborn [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Sasha: 【...It can't be a coincidence. 】

System: [Dog host, it is better to fry the bed board until it is golden and crispy, and it is easier to eat when cut into small pieces. 】

Sasha's pupil quake: [All this can't be a coincidence! ! 】

Just now, he had fantasized about walking on both sides of the road facing the sky, but in the next second, the reality gave him two big slaps.

In addition, Sasha's brain was not very clear, the second he saw the blond soldier at the door opposite his house, he immediately jumped up like a rabbit with a scorched butt, rushed in and slammed the door.

The hand that the man stretched out subconsciously stopped in mid-air with the sound of the door closing.

He slowly lowered his hand and clenched his fist lightly.

... But, but why?

Not a coincidence, but why?

Sasha inexplicably remembered the subtle feelings that Peter occasionally gave him in the second week, and scratched his head frantically:

[Tongtong, your law... how do you say it?Do it all over again. 】

System: [Each world line has its own independent and complete historical development process. Travelers who enter and change history as living hosts are 'foreign anomalies' in this process.So when the living host leaves, the world line will take the initiative to erase the traces of the living host. 】

Sasha: [Yes, yes, the world line rule.This is without exception, right? 】

System: [Uh... actually there is.If the aborigines repeatedly deepen the memory of the host and spread it around the world, it is possible to leave traces of the host's existence in the world.But [Dystopia] has been restarted against the clock in addition to the world line law, which is equivalent to a double erasure. It is difficult for the dog system to analyze the possibility that any aborigines still have memories. 】

Sasha also couldn't think of any possibility that could be remembered by the target of Act [-].

Brother, this is a reboot! !

A more thorough reboot than Flashpoint!

If everyone could remember what happened in the previous timeline, the world would be in chaos by now, how could he be allowed to go home every day and lie down with salted fish? ? ?

Going back a million steps, assuming that the US team and the little spider really got the memory of the first week, it is really hard for him to imagine...

He even replaced the shell with the original body, can you still recognize that he has conquered them?

The world line rule, restart, and change of shell, all of which add up to triple erasure!

No matter how good a superhero's mind is, he still has to teach the basics, right? ? ?

Sasha ate his hand through the mask: [Then... that's because I'm thinking too much?Could it be that the team moved here by chance?Do I still have to eat bed boards? 】

But in the huge Manhattan, he and Steve Rogers are the only ones who are the least likely to be neighbors.

Captain America is a public superhero. Although the appearance of taking off his mask is not well known to the public, he still has a very high reputation among groups such as soldiers and police.

The neighborhood where he lives must also be guarded by S.H.I.E.L.D. agents at every level. It is impossible and illogical to change residences at will like ordinary citizens.

System: [Dog host, the most direct way to confirm is to ask him. 】

Sasha opened the door slightly again and peeped at the house through the small crack.

He didn't expect that when he slammed into the door face to face, Steve still stood there without moving, just picked up Sasha's cell phone from the ground.

Seeing half of a golden fur protruding from the crack of the door, the man's blue eyes followed him straight away.

Steve took two steps closer, handed over the phone, and said hoarsely, "Hi."

Sasha stretched out a hand and caught it: "...Hi."

Well, then just ask him directly.

Hi, do you remember me, Team Team?Oh nothing, just the unlucky guy who was blackened and stuck in the dungeon every day. Of course, I am not the most unlucky. At that time, you were brainwashed by Hydra and turned into a tool and killed many people. Including my best friend...

Sasha: "..."

Steve watched as the door in front of him was silently closed again.

Sasha went crazy: [It's embarrassing!Why do you have to appear in the range where you can't see up and down? ! 】

He was still chattering behind the door panel when he heard familiar footsteps coming from the corridor.

Johnson is off work.

The veteran policeman gets off work very early these days. He was afraid that Sasha would be sick at home alone, so he specifically asked his colleagues to arrange a shift schedule for him.

I also bought a big watermelon for Sasha, ready to let the little golden retriever satisfy his hunger.

As soon as they looked up, they saw their new neighbor standing in the corridor.

So he smiled friendly.

He laughs at Steve, and both sides nod in greeting.

Just about to exchange a few casual greetings, Johnson saw the other person's face clearly.

The smile on his face instantly solidified.

The melon in my hand dropped, and I rolled all the way down the stairs.

Steve was hesitating whether to go after him: "Hi... your watermelon?"

Johnson trembled at a high frequency: "... Captain Steve Rogers? I'm sorry, I'm sorry if I remember the wrong rank! You should be a special, special general now?"

He gave a military salute with a slap: "Greetings to you, sir!"

Steve's eyes became more serious, and he returned a formal military salute: "Hello, soldier."

Sasha feebly: [...Damn it! 】

...He forgot that his father was also a soldier!

And when he was young, he also served in the Army Rangers with Coulson-Coulson is a die-hard fan of the US team, so what about his father? !

Before he could turn his head around, Johnson had already started knocking on the door outside, shouting excitedly: "Open the door, open the door, Sasha, open the door! Your father is about to have a heart attack!"

Sasha: "..."

As a last resort, he put on a two-layer mask and reopened the door.Watching the nose, nose and heart, let Steve, who had picked up the watermelon, walk into the house.

For the soldiers of this country, Captain America is a myth that can never be surpassed, and now this myth is standing in front of him alive - holding a watermelon.

Johnson didn't know what to do. He rubbed his hands and walked around the living room twice, saying incoherently: "Sit... oh, do you want something to drink? Water? Oh no, please put down the watermelon... It's a bit messy here, after all, I left the army It's been a few years, haha..."

He ran over and hugged Sasha's shoulder again, shaking his expression excitedly: "Sasha, do you know who he is? He is my father's idol! Back then, I joined the army because I heard the story of Captain America... "

He shook Sasha's dead fish eyes: "..."

Johnson: "Oh yes, sir, this is my youngest son, Sasha Atwell - I can't express how excited I am! How did I see you here?! Sir, are you our new son?" Neighbor?!"

Steve said gently: "Steve is fine. I just moved here today, please keep it as secret as possible."

He was talking to the father, and his eyes had already drifted to the little golden retriever wearing a mask, "Your son seems to be not feeling well."

Johnson scratched his head in embarrassment: "Yes...he went out to play with his classmates last Sunday, and somehow he fell ill when he came back. It's rare to have a long vacation, this kid is really playing crazy-Sasha, you are going to the photography exhibition, not Camping, how could it be like this?"

Steve whispered, "Sunday?"

The old policeman was holding Sasha's palm and talking, while the blond soldier looked down.

The boy's palm is soft and white, but there are Band-Aids on the tiger's mouth, index finger knuckles, and thenar.

All gun positions.

He had just seen that Sasha had pulled his hand away.

Sasha: "...Go wash your hands, Dad."

Johnson: "You are really making a fuss! It is said that my father had this disease when he was a child, and he will not be infected again..."

Sasha: "Go wash your hands."

Johnson: "...oh."

Johnson ran to wash his hands.

Seeing those sea-blue eyes staring straight at him again, Sasha immediately walked towards the room non-stop, dropping a slipper outside the door.

He is still self-isolating, so he is still eating dinner alone in his room.

Through a door panel, he heard the Atwells enthusiastically trying to keep the US team. Johnson even opened his most precious red wine to entertain him—if Sasha remembered correctly, his father said that the bottle of wine was to be kept in Sasha. It was opened when Sha got married—the three talked and laughed until eleven o'clock.

Just when Sasha thought the man was going to sit at his house until dawn, he finally heard the sound of a chair being pushed and pulled outside.

Steve said gently: "It's time for me to go. Thank you for your hospitality. This is the best meal I have had in the past six months. Your craftsmanship is outstanding, Mrs. Atwell, thank you very much."

This statement is not flattery.

He actually ate canned food in a Quinjet for several months before wrapping up his mission in Eastern Europe.

Hilda was embarrassed by the praise, and pushed Johnson desperately: "Hurry up and see the guests!"

Steve laughed, "It's okay."

He waited and waited, procrastinated and procrastinated.

Still didn't see the door open.

The man lowered his eyes and bid farewell to the couple politely.

Sasha didn't open the door silently until he confirmed that the door was open and closed, and checked whether there was his watermelon at the door.

As a result, the melon was also taken by the Atwells to entertain Steve.

Sasha fumbled around, but only came back with a small piece.

Pulling off the mask, he gnawed on it viciously.

The fact that the US team moved here made him full of question marks, but he still had a good life.

Soon, Sasha didn't have the energy to think about the American team anymore:

IM is not a serious disease, as long as you recover once, you will have permanent immunity.But the course of the disease is long and tossing, like a bad cold that keeps coming back and forth.

Seeing that he was about to recover, he suddenly killed a carbine, and when he woke up, his fever returned to 39 degrees.

Sasha lay like a golden hair on the sofa, unable to move at all.

The system can't stand it: [Too picky, dog host, you are really too picky.Just use a healing card. 】

Sasha was raving nonsense: [...#%&...cannot...disposable consumables...carried over...permanent immunity...]

In a daze, he seemed to hear the phone at home ringing, and his cell phone was also ringing.But the blisters on his feet were not completely healed, and Sasha had no strength, so he didn't bother to pick them up.

I don't know how long I was lying on the ground, but the door of the house seemed to be opened with a key.

Someone walked in with a key, walked to the sofa, and was taken aback for a moment.

Immediately, a broad palm was placed on his forehead for a while.

The man was on the phone softly in the house, looking for something.After a while, a cold antipyretic sticker was pasted on Sasha's forehead. The water dispenser and the medicine box beeped for a while, and his head was gently supported.

The man said in a low voice, "This won't work, you have to take medicine."

Sasha was so hot that she rubbed her eyes with her hands and didn't want to do anything anyway.

He instinctively thought it was Johnson, turned his head, rolled down from the man's palm, and stuffed himself face down into the crack of the sofa.

Steve squatted helplessly by the sofa.

At this moment, he remembered the boy arguing with him about whether his subordinates had the right to poke their mouths.

——If this is really the little sun that fell into the abyss.

Then the military style that I am used to, and the words and deeds are the most useless.

Sasha's character is so contradictory, she always seems to be careless and indifferent to everything, but she is the most determined and stubborn person Steve has ever met——

He was so firm that he would go to the appointment to save him at all odds, and he was so stubborn that he dragged his lame foot and rushed towards the end like moths to the flame, and refused to turn back no matter what.

Steve regained his composure, reached out his hand again, and held up the hot head.

The boy's face was only as big as his palm, his head was covered with sweat, his blond hair was messily stuck to his face, and his wet eyelashes were still trembling.

Complexity and pity flashed in the man's eyes, and his voice was as soft as coaxing a kitten:

"Come on, Sasha, open your mouth. Who's the nicest kid? It'll be over soon, open your mouth..."

Just as he guessed, when dealing with Sasha, he can only follow his hair.

The boy's eyes were still tightly closed, his mouth was already open, obediently waiting to take the medicine.

Steve put a few pills on his tongue, put the water glass against his lips, and continued to coax in a low voice: "Again..."

Sasha gulped water with his eyes closed.

He just felt that this person's voice was a little familiar, especially when he said "open mouth".

Hearing him say "Zai Zhang" again at this moment, the eyeballs under Sasha's eyelids rolled, and he squinted and opened one eye.

... Then he sprayed the water and medicine all over the floor.

The blond soldier reacted quickly. Before Sasha pointed at him, he immediately took out his mobile phone and showed Sasha the text message from Johnson:

"Your family couldn't get through to your home phone and was very worried about you, so they asked if I was at home. The spare key is at the bottom of the mailbox at the door. This is what your father told me."

Sasha moved to the sofa, her throat was so hoarse that it was not like a human voice: "@%#...#..."

Steve: "Trust me, I won't..."

He stopped instinctively, and just said in a hoarse voice: "You have a bad fever, should you take the antipyretics first?"

Sasha wanted to crawl back to the room, but he had been lying motionless all morning, and when he woke up suddenly, he was almost dizzy.

In desperation, he took the medicine from the man and swallowed it himself.

He fell down and lay dead again.

His throat hurts, his head hurts, his feet hurt too, and the antipyretics made him sleepless again, and after a while, he returned to sleepwalking.

All that is known is that Steve cleaned the floor and brought a blanket over to cover him.

Strong arms stretched toward his back and legs, hugging him like a child.

Sasha: "#%￥#%...!!"

Sasha suddenly panicked and pushed him on the shoulder.

The sick little golden retriever was too weak, pushing people like a cat scratching, Steve didn't understand what it meant.

The man thought he was afraid of falling, so he lifted it up again, continued to carry Sasha into the room, and leaned over to put him on the small bed.

"Go to sleep for a while." He said softly, "I'll make you something to eat."

He still wanted to struggle, and it was rare for the system to agree with other people's opinions: [Turn on sentry mode.Go to sleep, dog host. 】

Sasha fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, the bed was covered in sweat, but my body was indeed much more relaxed.

He huddled under the quilt, and found that the blisters on his feet didn't hurt anymore, as if there was a layer of something between them.

He just sat up and hugged his feet to watch.

It turned out that when he fell asleep, he even changed the Band-Aids on his palms and soles—Steve moved so lightly that he didn't even wake him up by tearing off the old Band-Aids.

Soldiers who have been on the battlefield for a long time can be said to be experienced in such small problems.

He put two new layers of Band-Aids on the little golden retriever's feet, and cut out small holes in the shape of blisters on the inner layer, so that the blisters would not rub against the Band-Aids repeatedly.

When Sasha thought of him, he had a headache: 【When I was sleeping, did he slip up?For example, talking to myself about what happened last week...]

System: [No, dog host.He was just in a daze. 】

Sasha: [In a daze? 】

System: [Yes.Then he blew up your kitchen, so now cooking a second serving. 】

Sasha: [Huh? ? ? 】

Sasha had no choice but to lean over from the bed and open the door, looking in the direction of her kitchen.

When he opened the door, he was greeted by the savory smell of stewed potatoes—and, of course, a little bit of mush.

The kitchen door at home is frosted glass, and Sasha can only vaguely see a man cooking with his back turned to him.

The figure with broad shoulders and narrow waist is much taller and stronger than ordinary people, but it doesn't feel aggressive or oppressive at all. It only makes people feel warm and safe.

Probably because he was sick, for about two or three seconds, Sasha's eyes froze.

He looked at the back of that person who was busy in the kitchen, but for a moment he couldn't remember what year it was and where he was now.

It wasn't until the man opened the glass door and came out, revealing the clean and fresh blond hair, that Sasha suddenly woke up.

"...you're awake." Steve blinked, as if he didn't expect that when he turned around, he would see a golden-haired head popping out of the room, "Want something to eat?"

He was carrying a pot of ragout in kitchen gloves and was wearing Hilda's apron, blackened at one corner.

Noticing that Sasha's eyes were fixed on the black apron suspiciously, the serious vertical mark between the man's brows was rarely stretched, and he smiled with a little embarrassment.

When Steve Rogers showed this smile, he no longer looked like the resolute commander.

The full lips are curved and curled up, and the blue eyes like the sea look at people with light, and he has completely become the "American Sweetheart" that his family's support club nicknamed.

The man looked down at the pot, a little embarrassed: "I haven't cooked for a while."

Sasha: "..."

No, the key question is not how long you haven't cooked, but why did you suddenly come to cook for me? ? ?

He wasn't sure how to get along with the second-week team, and felt uncomfortable for a while, even worse than when facing his peer Peter.

Seeing that the little golden retriever didn't speak, he just sat there blankly and scratched his head, thinking that he was not fully awake yet, so he walked over while taking off his kitchen gloves, trying to hug Sasha to the dining table.

Sasha stopped immediately: "Don't, don't hug me, I—"

Steve immediately let go and said softly, "Okay, I'll bring it here."

Steve put the mashed potatoes on a small plate and brought it with a spoon.

Doomed to a silent meal.

Sasha scooped up the mashed potatoes on the plate with a spoon and ate them.He wanted to make a fuss, so he found an excuse to send this great god away from home.

As a result, after taking a bite, he squinted his eyes and licked the corners of his mouth, and couldn't help but take a second bite with the spoon, and just ate it mouthful.

He hasn't eaten a single grain since morning, and his stomach is indeed exhausted from hunger.

...No big thing can compare to filling the stomach, which is related to the principle of a former living host.

Steve didn't make a sound either.

He stared at Sasha, who was frantically chopping mashed potatoes, without blinking his eyes.

The little golden retriever has always been very inelegant when eating, whether it is here——

Still in the cafeteria at the rebel base.

Because after being rescued back to the base, Steve stared at this boy like this thousands of times during that extremely short period of peace;

So he knows everything.

The spoon is always digging in the bowl, and subconsciously uses one hand to protect the food, which means that as long as he is not full, anyone who stretches his head over will be knocked out of his head.

Fortunately, Sasha has a shallow belly, and when she is full, she will start to pick and choose again, leaving the broccoli that she doesn't like to eat everywhere.

These small actions that went deep into Sasha's bone marrow in the doomsday environment, and could not be changed until he was reborn, are now all details that the blond soldier compares one by one.

His chest was filled with ecstasy and remorse, intense and complicated emotions, suppressed by the steady leader with forbearance, and suppressed in his fists.

Regrettably, he should have started the investigation four months ago—as early as in that subway station, as early as the moment when he saw the starlight that once dissipated suddenly and turned into a human form again;

However, at that time, because of his completely different appearance and the task of annihilating the enemy in Eastern Europe, he only entrusted the young man to Coulson, and then hurriedly turned and left.

If they hadn't met again in Siberia.

If he hadn't seen the note Sasha left.

If he hadn't been frantically chasing down the sniper but lost his clues, and in desperation turned to chasing down the boy he met at the subway station...

Will he completely miss out on Sasha when he rises up again as a soldier and regains his mission?

……

When Steve took the note and boarded the Quinjet back to New York, everyone could see the loss of the leader of the team.

The soldiers pushed me and pushed you, and finally pushed Bucky, who was the deputy captain, out.

As the most loyal childhood friend of Captain America, who also traveled from 70 years ago to the present, there is an extremely deep friendship and tacit understanding between Bucky and Steve.

This tacit understanding made Steve not choose to let him go when Bucky was rescued from Hydra and depressed all day for the bloody crimes committed during the brainwashing period.

He just took a gun, came to the ward to find Bucky, who had just been removed from the brainwashing program, and asked him if he could remember the enlistment oath.

Bucky buried his face in his hands: "It's been too long, I don't remember. Don't come to me again."

Steve: "Would you like to make a bet? If this shot is a blank, then I bet you remember."

The soldier opened the chamber of the gun, and put a bullet into six empty magazine slots.

The metal cylinder whirled and turned.

The only bullet was hidden in the barrel, and no one knew the exact location.

Bucky slowly opened his eyes.

Bucky: "...Damn it! Steve! Where did you learn—"

Steve loaded the gun and pointed the gun at himself: "What's the enlistment oath, Bucky?"

Bucky gritted his teeth, and quickly recited: "...'I make this sacred oath before God: I will face the country's enemies with vigor on the battlefield, obey the commander's order unconditionally, and destroy all Fascist. As a soldier who fights fiercely and never surrenders, I am willing to sacrifice my life for this oath at any time and in any place, defending my country and people until death.'”

There was a moment of silence in the ward.

Steve puts the gun away.

But Bucky pinched his brows for a while, and then murmured after a long time: "'Destroy all fascists'... God, compared with this era, this oath is too outdated."

Steve smiled, "Okay."

While Steve never forced him to make a choice, Bucky accepted his offer after the new Howling Commandos were formed.

But he didn't join the Avengers, he only acted as a commando - because he was used as a murder tool to kill Iron Man's parents.

It was a sin he couldn't repay, and he didn't want Steve to put him and Iron Man in a bind.

But in Operation Skull Island in 2015, both the Roaring Commando and the Avengers participated, and Iron Man actually played a good match with him.

It's just that when the most powerful patron saint of the earth joined the battle, Iron Man opened his palm cannon at him for the first time. Tens of thousands of patrol drones have been launched, and they have been maintained free of charge until now.

There is no such treatment in Manhattan.

"This is my battle." The distorted voice under the steel armor sounded faint, "I don't want to be too rude, but, Fuckoff."

But now, Bucky sat across from Steve, looked at the almost torn note, and hit the nail on the head:

"Do you know? To this day, I can still remember the handwriting of the first doctor who set up brainwashing words for me. The last time I saw another observation report written by him in the S.H.I.E.L.D. archives, I don't even need to Looking at the author's name, you know it must be him."

Steve looked up at him.

Bucky: "It's not impossible to remember someone's handwriting. Step past doubts about it and get right to the people and things that affect you. If you need my help, just let me know One sound."

If a person once tied the straw to climb out of the abyss on a few words, waiting day and night for the hope he brought——

Is it an undoubted thing to recognize this is his handwriting at a glance?

Since Sasha disappeared in front of him covered in blood, and since he recovered his memory in the third year of restarting, his reason has told him countless times,

That boy will never appear in this world again under any circumstances.

However, his body was out of control at all, and he began to frantically investigate the sniper's information.

difficult.Especially when he was separated from the invisible sniper by a mercenary—their relationship was not good.

In the eyes of the leaders of the Avengers, it is difficult to determine whether he belongs to the enemy camp or his own mercenaries who can kill anyone as long as they are given money, and even have conflicts with their teammates;

And in the eyes of lawless mercenaries, Captain America's camp of extreme law and justice is indeed very unpleasant.

With the investigation deadlocked, Steve can't do anything.

And when he returned to the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters in New York, he saw Coulson standing in the conference room, reviewing the Siberia mission.

So, just in the blink of an eye, he thought of the boy who was carried away from the subway station by him.

At that time, the child did not wake up, and was sent directly to the S.H.I.E.L.D. Hospital by Coulson.

...At that time, for a moment, he desperately wanted to think that the person gathered in the starlight was Sasha.

He means.

...What if?

Captain America is a level 8 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. and enjoys the same access to data as Coulson.

After leading the team back to New York, he quickly called up Sasha Atwell's hospital file and the mental observation report recorded by the agent.

"...a victim of the 'flickering' phenomenon.

"Admitted to the hospital in January, manifested as severe depression.

"Sluggishness of movement, loss of appetite.

"Stop all social behavior. No need for any communication.

"Severe hallucinations. Hallucination content: seeing a 'huge clock' in the sky.  …"

Bell.

Steve squeezed the report's hand and slowly clenched it.

At this moment, the sky outside the window was as clear as blue, with nothing but white clouds.

Only those who have experienced and remembered the previous timeline will understand what he is talking about.

He played surveillance footage of the teenager while he was in the hospital.When "Shuo Mi" came back, Sasha's state was completely numb, and there was no expression on her pretty little face.

The first few times, when he left the ward to go to the toilet, he had an imperceptible limp on his left foot when he walked, and he seemed very unaccustomed to placing the stress point on his left foot.However, the medical examination report quickly called out by the soldiers showed that the teenager's health was normal.

When the man opened the discharge agreement signed by Sasha with trembling fingertips.

—he saw a line of round, familiar "Sacha Atwells."

If the note in Siberia still had a lot of emotional factors affecting his judgment, then the autograph of the boy in front of him made him unable to keep calm anymore.

Because he had seen Sasha's signature with his own eyes.

It was on the ward's visitor log when he was rescued back to the Resistance base.

... All the transferred materials were put together and placed in front of him at a glance.

For a moment, the words seemed blurred.

He heard the sound of blood pumping violently from his heart, and it rushed up to the top of his head with a "boom--", and it all faded away.

Steve Rogers has been trained to be a brave soldier and a calm and composed commander since he joined the army.

He once went deep into the Nazi enemy's rear alone, and also experienced countless times of hanging by a thread;

However, never before has he experienced such a strong sense of trembling.

The soldier printed out the discharge agreement and walked into the identification department of the bureau.

During this period, his fingertips holding the discharge agreement and the note were numb, without any feeling.

"Yes, handwriting identification can be used as judicial evidence."

The special agent of the identification office told him, "Because everyone's unconscious writing habits accumulated for many years are as different as two leaves in the woods. We can usually judge whether the handwriting matches by the strength, landing point, and turning range of the pen. .”

In fact, he knew that he no longer needed any appraisal results.

But he still waited there until he got the result of "more than 90% matching of handwriting".

Steve destroyed the two comparison materials and ran into Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., in the corridor.

Fury greeted him and asked about the follow-up situation of the Siberian battlefield, but he did not get any answer for the first time.

The agent chief narrowed his one eye and sized Cap for a moment.

Changed the subject as if nothing had happened: "The mission is hard. Many people in the commando need to rest, so you should also rest for a while. I am renovating your apartment. During this time, you can choose to live in the Avengers. You can also choose to change to a new residence you like—of course, the address has to be reported to the bureau.”

The super soldier's four times the memory allowed him to blurt out the string of addresses he just saw in the file -- of course, at the end, he bit the house number on the tip of his tongue.

Fury asked suspiciously, "So detailed?"

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s work efficiency has never been low, and the new address of Atwell's house was also designated by Coulson:

The neighbor across from them was originally a Level 4 agent with a hidden identity.

This is the consistent style of S.H.I.E.L.D.For each victim of a mysterious incident, S.H.I.E.L.D. will arrange for one or more low-level agents to keep close watch until it is determined that the situation is completely stable and the victim no longer needs help.

The first time Steve approached someone without a plan, his mind went blank.

Only the body is telling him, go, go.

That was most likely Sasha, his junior officer.

Don't even think about it, just go.

Captain America has saved countless lives in his life.

He pulled one innocent victim after another up and back, shields and uniforms forever stained with unclean blood, a path he never regretted taking.

One day it will be his turn to be imprisoned, but he can only climb up the cliffs of the abyss alone until his hands are dripping with blood, and his personality and conscience are crushed in the most cruel way.

And in endless torment and suffering.

It was Sasha who heard his cries for help.

So the hand that was clinging to the cliff, bloody and phalanxed, was grabbed by the young man.

Sasha told him to wait, to not do stupid things, and to not forget that he still had a major mission.

He said he would bring an army, and he did.

He said he would save him, but he actually saved him twice.

— once to take his body out of hell, and once to put his soul back into the lighthouse.

And now, Steve is here.

In this small bedroom full of familiar scents, in front of the bed of a sleeping blonde teenager with a fever.

Sasha's appearance is completely different from the previous timeline, but her face is also very beautiful.The soft golden hair flowed from the ears, and a small strand slid across the face, being blown and moved by the hot breath.

Da Bing subconsciously wanted to stretch out his hand to stroke it, but he stretched it out halfway, then slowly retracted it.

Facts have proved that he chose to contact Sasha directly without thinking, which is correct.

It is a fundamentally different experience to really face Sasha this person, and to face the cold handwriting identification.

Almost when he met Sasha for the first time, when he saw the little golden retriever wearing a mask in the corridor, with those clean and warm eyes like lake water, he was completely and completely sure of Sasha identity of.

But after disbelief and ecstasy, more questions that he couldn't understand followed——

Why did Sasha reappear 8 years after the reboot?

Why did he become the youngest son of a commoner couple?

Why do you meet mercenaries?

Why is there a Hydra base in Siberia?

He lifted the quilt and lightly replaced Sasha with a new Band-Aid.

While pinching the little white paw, the sleeping Sasha unconsciously raised his fingers.

He looked at the soft fingertips of the other party, then looked at the family photos on the bedside table, and finally looked at the warm and comfortable small bedroom.

The originally noisy and chaotic thoughts suddenly quieted down.

Yes, it was clear that the Atwells took good care of Sasha.

It can be seen just by comparing with the hospital monitoring.

When Sasha first came back, his eyes were numb and tired, which was almost the state of his last time at the rebel base;

But now, Sasha's small face looks a lot rounder, and when he sees him again, his beautiful peach eyes will turn around with radiance as before.

Did Sasha change because he was finally able to be surrounded by the people he valued the most?

Is it because Sasha gained a sense of security and tenderness from this kind-hearted couple that he was too late and unable to give him?

In Sasha's nature, there is an exceptionally bright and powerful part; this part makes everyone, even the most trusted dark knight, subconsciously think that no matter how embarrassing Sasha makes himself