[Captain America] Don't force me to grab a man with you

Since then, Ingrid has traveled from place to place.

Italy, Holland, even the Middle East.

Everywhere I go, I will take the trouble to write letters to Tony, although sometimes I get an impatient reply from him, and even in the end, I will not reply to her very much.

Maria also called it late adolescence.

Time passed in such an unhurried manner, until the news of the death of the Starks came.

When Ingrid heard the news, her first reaction was to look at the calendar to see if today was April Fool's Day.

How could a great man of science and technology in the 20th century die in a small car accident?

Even when she went to the funeral, it all felt so unreal.

As for the descendant of the deceased, Tony Stark stood behind everyone with a blank expression, and even asked her a question at the end of the funeral.

"Would you like to go to the bar for a drink?"

Then they went back to the light bar at that time.

Tony ordered two glasses of dusk with ease, then held the glasses and did not move.

He looked very peaceful, and he hadn't shed a tear since the funeral, not even a red eye.

At last it was Ingrid who broke the strange calm.

"I suddenly feel that life is so unreal. I sat down with Howard and Maria for dinner 3 years ago. Although I watched them age day by day, I never thought they would leave me, Steve. That's right... Bucky is also like this, he didn't pay attention a little bit, people in our era seem to have disappeared into the torrent of history..."

"Yes, you are all old, and the rest is the age of youth." Tony laughed suddenly, staring at the glass in his hand, "Do you need me to find you a place to retire?"

"...It's rude of you to say that. Although I am over 90 years old, my appearance has not changed. I can still..."

"Shh-"

He pressed his fingers to his lips, showing his playboy air.

"You have worked hard for a long time, take a good rest..."

Ingrid looked at the face for so long, and it showed a sense of maturity and reliability that she had never seen before.

As if he had thought it over, he pushed away the wine glass in front of him, shook his head and said with a smile.

"I still need a clear mind, I don't need this for now." He handed the wine glass to Ingrid, "Have a good sleep."

After speaking, he took a few steps forward, and then a crowd of people who came out of nowhere surrounded Tony and separated Ingrid.

The flashes flashed one after another, pointing directly at Tony's face.

He straightened his collar, as if attending a grand banquet, and showed a charming smile.

"I think it's time for me to come back."

Ingrid stared blankly at Tony's back following the crowd, then looked at the wine glass in his hand, and asked the bartender behind the bar who was wiping the glass.

"Do I look haggard?"

The bartender thought for a while, took out a spoiled shiny iron shaker from the bar counter, and pointed the bottom of the bottle at her.

The iron shaker seemed to reflect her face like a mirror.

She unconsciously touched the skin under her eye sockets, where there was a layer of faint black, which seemed to be left by her rushing back to the United States from Italy without closing her eyes for a few days.

She smiled and pushed away the wine glass in front of her.

"I think it's time for me to make a clear-headed choice."

A few days later, there was news that Tony Stark was buying the automobile industry, and it happened that one of the companies belonged to the vehicle Mrs. Stark was riding in.

Ingrid, who heard the news, was lamenting that Tony, who she had watched growing up, finally walked out of the wings of her parents, and at the same time, she was lonely and she was the only one left.

Therefore, without much hesitation, Ingrid returned to the S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau after a long absence, although the attitude of the other party was not very good when they met again, and they directly knocked her down with a gun mount.

"Don't you know there is a phone call now?" The old woman lying on the bed rolled her eyes at Ingrid, who was standing beside the bed with bruised eyes.

"Hiss... who knows your current phone number." Ingrid squeezed a cotton ball soaked in alcohol and wiped the corners of her mouth that was constantly bleeding, "I didn't expect that the internal security network of S.H.I.E.L.D. The one was from decades ago, and that one was made up by me... really hard work."

Hearing Ingrid's words, Peggy Carter couldn't help but give her another look.

"You should be glad you were just beaten up, not shot into a sieve..."

After teasing each other, the atmosphere fell into a momentary embarrassment.

In the end, Peggy took the initiative to ask her.

"You recently... no, the past few decades... okay?"

Ingrid paused and put down the cotton ball in her hand.

"It's not bad, it's not bad..."

"Are you still waiting for him?" Seeing Ingrid's pale face suddenly, she quickly explained "No... what I mean... is... cough cough... cough cough... ··”

As a result, he spoke too fast and did not catch his breath, and then coughed violently.

Looking at the old woman coughing violently on the bed, Ingrid sighed, picked up a glass from the bed, poured half a glass of water, and handed it to Peggy's mouth.

"Thank you...Thank you..."

Peggy held Ingrid's hand, drank a few sips of water, breathed slowly and calmly, then smiled at Ingrid, squeezing out the wrinkles on her face.

"I'm a little envious of you, you haven't aged until now..."

Ingrid reached out and patted her on the back to help her breathe.

"Growing old, death is never a bad thing, it's better than waiting in endless years..."

"I'm sorry, it reminded me of... your sadness again..." The old woman turned her head and held out her hand, "Just looking at my old friends, they are still the same as they are in memory, and the memories of the past come naturally. Emerge..."

"I also want to wait for Steve. I think about him every day, and then I watch my face slowly relax and wrinkles gradually cover my face... Sometimes I think that Peggy is old and no longer It's the Peggy that Steve knew again, if... if..."

The old woman who was over fifty years old was lying on the bed at this time, covering her face and crying loudly.

"I'm fine... I'm really fine..." She took the towel from Ingrid's hand, put it under her nose unceremoniously, and blew her nose, "When people get older, they tend to get hurt easily. ···”

Ingrid looked at the old woman who was still sneezing, and sighed helplessly.

People may really feel that the more they live, the more immature their minds become.

Peggy, who had a kind "grandma" face just now, suddenly became "childish" and pestered Ingrid to talk about many things in the past.

In the end, he simply reached out to touch her face to see if it was any different from before.

Ingrid lowered her head and leaned closer to Peggy's arm, and she reached out to support her face in a familiar way.

When the face was touched, the uneven feeling on the fingers made Ingrid a little uncomfortable. She knew that it was the feeling of wrinkles accumulated on the hands.

In a blink of an eye, my friend passed away, and the beautiful woman in my memory was wrinkled and her youth was gone.

Ingrid has never been so truly aware of how cruel time is.

"It's still the same as before!"

Peggy stroked her face and sighed.

"I still remember Bucky always showing off in front of Steve, the skin on your face is extremely smooth, and then looking at me who has not yet reached the last step with Steve, smiling with a strong sense of showing off."

"I think Steve always likes to interrupt your dates intentionally or unintentionally. This should also account for a lot of factors, although he can be regarded as indirectly speeding up the process of our relationship."

Listening to Peggy's narration, she unconsciously remembered the date she was interrupted by Steve. Even Ingrid, who had matured a lot after years of baptism, couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"But, didn't you take measures about it?" Peggy covered Ingrid's face, "Later, you always inserted between me and Steve from time to time, although I know it's not good , The hateful thing is that the topics you talk about always interest me, and in the end I forgot the existence of Steve..."

Ingrid rolled her eyes again.

That's because I have investigated your preferences in private before talking to you.

In the end, Captain America had no choice but to ask Ingrid for advice on how to win Peggy's favor.

I don't know whether to feel sad for Captain America, or feel sad for myself and Bucky being easily interrupted by this love idiot.

"You said that you have been to many places during this time, can you tell me about it?"

Ingrid's eyes lit up when she finally talked about the topic of interest. She kept her face supported by Peggy and began to talk about her travel experience abroad.

Peggy squinted, listening to her narrative.

"I've been to Italy, Holland, and even post-war recovery Middle Eastern countries"

"Finally wandered around and returned to Italy, you know?"

"It's completely different from the description. In Italy, I didn't see a handsome mafia in a black suit. On the contrary, I was accosted by all kinds of older men, but it was also very interesting. The old man with gray hair He will pull out the chair for you in a very gentlemanly manner, take off his hat and nod to you..."

"However, during this time, I learned how to ride horses, paint, and fish..."

Peggy's eyes widened, and memories of the past came to her eyes unconsciously.

After showing off once a day, the satisfied Bucky took off his hat, smiled at them, and repeated the words that he would have after showing off every day.

"After the war is over, I will take her to a quiet and peaceful place, teach her how to ride a horse, and then draw pictures of the surrounding scenery. When the sun is not so strong in the afternoon, I will go fishing with her by the lake..."

"When I'm learning these things, I feel..." The black-haired woman with the same appearance narrowed her eyes happily.

"He's still with me."

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