[Zhongyingmei] Fox ancestor and sweetheart soldier

I'm in charge

The apartment that I haven't lived in for a long time reveals a trace of coldness, there are slight noises in the places I pass by, and fine dust swirls in the air.

Steve opened the cabinet dedicated to storing old things, took out the box S.H.I.E.L.D. gave him, sat down on the sofa, took a deep breath, and opened it.

The top one is a kraft paper file bag, a thick stack, most of which are commendation letters when enlisting in the army.Put the file bag aside, and the rest are basically old things that I used to carry with me at that time.

A pocket watch, a small notepad, a severely worn pen, a half-used pencil, a palm-sized drawing book, and several small bottles made of special materials.There are not many things, and there are traces of time infection.

I think so, when he fell into the Arctic Ocean, he was regarded as a death in the line of duty, and he had no other relatives or friends, so he had to rely on Peggy's blessing to keep these things.

Take one of the vials and open—

empty

What were these little bottles originally used for?

why keep empty bottles

Steve frowned and thought, but there was no bottle in his memory.

Is this material...

With a thought, Steve picked up the drawing book again and opened it. Most of them were casual works when he was bored back then, and some of them were even only half painted.You must know that Steve, as the only super soldier who has successfully transformed, was regarded as a mascot at the beginning.The most important thing every day is to put on silly performance costumes, and lead a group of big-legged girls on tour, in the name of raising military expenses and boosting morale.

This is definitely not a good memory for Steve, who wants to shine on the battlefield.But as a soldier, obedience to orders is the first priority. Even though Steve is depressed, he does his best to raise military funds in the rear. This is the only place where he can get comfort from those funny performances.

Steve, who is not used to getting along with beautiful girls, often hides in a corner, takes out a brush and draws something casually.

Looking nostalgicly across the paintings one by one, until he saw a familiar figure from behind, Steve's pupils shrank and he took a breath.It's just a few strokes of outline, without even a face, but the charm of the person in the painting is vivid on the paper.Uncontrollably stroking the back with his fingers, his breathing became cautious, as if he was afraid that the person on the paper would fly away.

"Tang..." As soon as the murmured words came out, Steve's head went blank, and his body limply fell on the sofa.

The wind outside the window sneaked in quietly, like an invisible hand controlling the picture book page by page, turning back page by page, all of them were silhouettes or backs without faces...but it is not difficult to see that they all look like one person, quiet living room rustle.

"My name is Steve Rogers. This year, I just entered art school, my parents died, I live in Brooklyn, and I have no bad habits..."

As soon as Steve regained his consciousness, he heard the introduction of the young man himself. Is he falling into a dream again?

No, it's not a dream, it's something that happened in real life, just lost by him.Recalling the figure in the drawing book, Steve immediately confirmed this idea.So what he has to do now is to retrieve this memory, Steve faintly began to look forward to it.

The more little Steve talked, the more he felt that he lacked confidence. He racked his brains to list some advantages, even one, but unfortunately he couldn't find anything worthy of praise after thinking about it, so he could only blush in the end. He asked, "You..., what's your name?"

"Jingtang." This was like a blind date introduction, but it was really...

"Jin...Tan..." Little Steve tried his best to pronounce it, and obviously some awkward syllables were quite a challenge for him.

This performance... Steve, who was on the sidelines, covered his face again...

"Dongfang's name is not easy to pronounce, you can call me Tang." The ancestor deliberately lengthened the syllables so that little Steve could hear them more clearly.

"Tan..." Little Steve blushed even more, did this mean that the other party was willing to get close to him.Realizing that the syllables he uttered seemed almost tasteless, little Steve rolled his tongue and barely got it right.

"Tang." It sounds so sweet, the unskilled syllables are on the tip of the tongue, like a piece of sugar, sweet.

"Thank you just now." Little Steve finally recovered from the charming atmosphere, realized that there were only two people left in the alley, and his expression tightened, "Did they hurt you?" , nervously looked the ancestor up and down.

"No." The ancestor shook his head, thought for a while and explained: "I know a little oriental... martial arts, they can't hurt me.

"That's good..." Little Steve was obviously relieved, his eyes were tinged with admiration, and there was a hint of imperceptible envy.

After worrying, little Steve returned to that nervous and shy state. He wanted to say something, but the words were blocked, and he was discouraged for a while, and the atmosphere became silent.

"Have you always been like this?" The ancestor pointed to his neck, the intertwined scratches were still dazzling.

"Ah?" Little Steve was a little too slow, subconsciously lifted up the collar of his shirt, and lowered his head slightly, "Asthma, a disease born with it, can't be cured."

Little Steve suddenly felt that the words "I will be responsible" were too irresponsible. For a person like him, the doctor said that he didn't know how long he would live, what qualifications he had to be responsible to others, and how dare he pursue others.

"That..." Little Steve clenched his fists, his nails sank into his palms, and struggled, "Don't take what I said just now to heart."

Although it is very abrupt, but I am serious, but I am afraid I do not have the qualifications.

Bang bang bang, the heart almost jumped out of the thin chest, this should be the feeling of heartbeat.Little Steve's eyes were sore, and his sadness swept his whole body like sparks of a prairie fire, and his thin body couldn't stop shaking.

The ancestor's fingers hanging by his side moved slightly, but he held back again, and closed his eyes to suppress the discomfort in his heart.

"Can you do me a favor?" His right hand was quietly put behind his back, and a small handbag appeared at the entrance of the alley, which seemed to be thrown aside casually.

"When..., of course." Hearing that he could do something for the person in front of him, little Steve felt a sense of satisfaction, and the suffocating sadness seemed to dissipate a little.

Yes, that's it, just quietly hide this heartbeat that is about to end before it begins.

"I just arrived today and I'm not familiar with this place, can you help me find a hotel?"

"Yes!" Little Steve immediately agreed, but then blurted out uncontrollable words: "It's a bit late today, and the hotel may be full."

He tightened his sweaty palms and tried to make his tone look normal: "I mean, if..., if you don't mind, you can stay at my house for one night, tomorrow..."

"Just thank you for saving me just now." Little Steve quickly made an excuse. In fact, only he knew what he was thinking. For that little selfishness, he lied for the first time.

Sure enough, this person was the same at all times, just like this, he brought home the stranger he met for the first time.The ancestor sighed inwardly, but did not answer immediately.

Little Steve thought the request was too much, panicked, and began to ask for help: "Maybe we can go to the hotel first, I know there are two good ones nearby—"

"Is your home far away?" the ancestor asked deliberately hesitantly, interrupting little Steve's words.

"No... not far." Little Steve seemed to be hit by a big pie falling from the sky, fearing that the person in front of him would repent, he spoke very fast, "It's only two streets away from here, and it only takes ten minutes to walk there. "

"Then I will trouble Mr. Rogers tonight." The corner of the ancestor's mouth was raised, his eyes were smiling.

"No... trouble." Little Steve was dazzled by this faint smile, and he didn't come back to himself until the ancestor picked up the bag and reminded him aloud.

Then Steve watched the two get along with each other the whole time, watching little Steve play around with his young lover with a secret love in his heart, watching little Steve always being silly from time to time when he was alone, watching little Steve's eyes gradually Filled with teenage lovers...

The young lover not only sent excellent wound medicines, but also a lot of medicines that are said to enhance physical fitness. The bottles filled with medicines were exactly the same as those empty bottles; It will consume too much energy, but it is surprisingly effective...

Until one day, little Steve dragged his nasal voice, full of reluctance: "Do you have to go?"

"Ah."

"Can we meet again?"

"Yes." The ancestor replied firmly.

"When?" Little Steve's eyes lit up.

"When you learn everything I taught you, when you become a real man, when you fulfill your dreams, we'll meet." It won't be long.

"Okay." I will work very hard, work hard, live hard, become a real man, and fulfill my dream. At that time, can I be responsible to you?

It's a pity that little Steve didn't have the courage to ask, and the words turned into: "Can I have a farewell kiss?" This sentence alone exhausted all the courage of little Steve.

The lips were covered with unfamiliar and familiar softness, and little Steve stretched out his thin arms and tried to hug the person in front of him tightly, imitating the kiss that day, jerky and hot...

"I'll wait for you to take charge. This day won't be far away, I promise." When you finish the road you have to walk and complete the mission you have to complete, we will meet, get acquainted, know each other, and love each other in the future...

Nearly whispering whispers came from his ears, like a brand that melted into the soul, and little Steve was shocked.The kiss just now seemed to have exhausted all the strength, a sense of drowsiness hit him, and little Steve closed his eyes.

After that, little Steve seemed to have forgotten the existence of a certain person, and only remembered that there was a person who had been waiting for him, but he couldn't remember the appearance of that person, only a vague outline...

If it weren't for the extra things in the house that carried another person's breath, little Steve would have thought that they were just his imagination, and all these things were carefully treasured by little Steve.

Phew, Steve woke up drenched in sweat, his stupefied head gradually cleared up, and all those memories came back, as if it happened yesterday...

Carefully removed the pocket watch, and sure enough found two pieces of yellowed paper in the gap.When the wind blows outside the window, the paper, which is as fragile as a cicada's wing, turns into debris and floats in the air.

Time to get back in charge, Steve thought, staring at the confetti dancing in the wind...