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

It's like a distant dream, as if everything has returned to a time when nothing happened.

Whether it's the potion that transforms the body, or the brilliance in the war, or the grief and futility of looking at the best friend who disappeared on the edge of the cliff at the end of the train...

It was all just a nightmare that woke him up in the middle of the night.

Steve woke up from the bed, stretched out his hand in some confusion.

As far as the field of vision is concerned, it is not a pair of strong arms full of muscles, but a pair of bony arms with clearly visible bones.

"Hey, you're finally awake..."

A familiar voice recalled his thoughts, Steve froze, and turned his head in disbelief.

Light blue smiling eyes broke into his line of sight without warning.

"You're going to be punched to the ground by a woman... and you're still a woman who hasn't been trained."

Looking at the smiling Bucky, Steve couldn't say a word.

"I think I'll have to find you another one, what kind of girl do you like...Steve? Steve? Are you listening to me?"

Bucky stopped chattering and looked at him with some dissatisfaction.

"Uh... no, I... just curious what kind of girl you like..."

Knowing that his absent-mindedness had angered his friend, Steve hurriedly continued what he had just said.

"I feel that you are a little strange today. Is your head still hurting from the beating?"

Bucky looked at him strangely, but Steve looked back with a smile on his face.

"Okay..." Bucky, who was defeated by Steve's stare, smiled helplessly, "The girl I like...well... probably wearing a well-fitting army green skirt, hot With wavy hair, wearing shalimarinitial, don't look at me like that, many girls like to wear this perfume recently, I accidentally wrote it down... Oh, yes, you may think I'm a bit strange at this point... ·”

When it comes to the type of girl he likes, Bucky blushes involuntarily.

"I like women who can smoke... With a 'ding' sound, the flip cover of the lighter is lifted, and then the pulley next to it slides, sparks are sprayed out, and the cigarette caught in the finger is ignited..."

Steve remembered that it was the memory of him and Bucky before he joined the army. He accidentally pissed off the girl who met him, was punched to the ground, and then started a conversation with Bucky. Like the topic of girls' types.

Perhaps at this time, Bucky would not have thought that he finally chose a girl who was completely different from his favorite type.

I don’t wear skirts, I don’t have wavy curly hair, I wear orange-flavored girly perfume, and I hate smoking...

Because Bucky was taller than Ingrid countless times, he raised his neck and bent over while kissing. In the end, the impatient Ingrid punched him directly on the abdomen, covering his abdomen and squatting down. Later, she was held up and kissed again.

Every time Steve watched Bucky twist his face and kiss Ingrid after being hit in the stomach, Steve felt his stomach ache.

In fact, the box containing the ring still lies in his pocket to this day.

The last memory also stopped at the moment when it hit the iceberg.

In fact, while he regretted not being able to dance with Peggy, he also regretted not being able to hand over the ring box to Ingrid.

"wake up!"

As if he had been slapped hard on the face, Steve opened his eyes and bounced off the bed.

Ingrid sat not far from his bed and rolled her eyes at him.

Steve unconsciously reached out and touched his cheek, to make sure if he was really slapped.

"I didn't hit you." Ingrid rolled her eyes at him again, "I just used a special method to wake you up from your dream... I think if you don't wake up again, you may regret it lifetime·····"

Steve didn't understand the meaning of her words at the time, and he didn't understand the meaning of her last sentence until he was taken to a room and saw a wrinkled woman.

"I... didn't expect that I would be 70 years late."

Looking at the old man with a respirator on the bed, Steve's eyes turned red involuntarily.

Ingrid glanced at them and closed the door slowly.

Steve and Peggy talked a lot that day.

About the future, about the past, in fact, the most regretful thing is the last one that didn't make it.

"Sometimes I think... If... If at that time... I could steal the potion as hard as Ingrid... Maybe I can wait for you now... ·”

However, Peggy is not Ingrid, she is destined not to abandon everything.

Steve didn't say anything, just took her hand quietly.

"But now that I think about it, I'm actually quite lucky, at least I was able to die with your company in the end."

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"Shouldn't we talk a little longer?"

Steve, who came out of the room, met Ingrid at the door. Judging from the cigarette butts on the ground, he must have been waiting for a while.

Steve glanced at her.

"Thank you for bringing me here?"

Ingrid gave him a surprised look.

"Do you want to smoke one?"

Ingrid offered him a cigarette from the pack.

"No, I don't smoke, I remember you hated the smell of cigarettes before."

"got used to."

Ingrid smiled, took out an iron lighter from her pocket, opened the flap with a 'ding' sound, and slid her finger on the roller of the lighter several times.

As a result, it slipped a few times, and only a few sparks came out of the lighter port.

"...It really has been a long time..."

With a cigarette in her mouth, Ingrid muttered something in a low voice, pressed the pulley and slid a few more times, and finally the lighter ignited.

The smoke was ignited by an orange flame, and Ingrid drew in a breath, and the gray smoke escaped from her red lips, and the flickering sparks flickered between her white fingers.

Steve, who had been immersed in sadness, came back and noticed Ingrid's clothes.

A set of army green short skirts that look a bit old-fashioned now, and the black straight hair that was always close to the body in his memory has also turned into long, wavy curly hair...

"···What's wrong?"

Ingrid looked at Steve, who was staring straight at her, and took a few steps forward.

A faint fragrance mixed with different floral scents entered his nasal cavity, not the orange scent she had been using before, Steve was stunned.

"Have you... changed your perfume?"

As if she didn't expect him to ask such a question, Ingrid froze for a moment, then laughed.

"You also think this perfume smells good... Shalimarinitial is a scent type released in 1921. It took me a lot of effort to find this perfume... What's wrong?"

Steve suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart, which made his eyes sore involuntarily.

"No... nothing? I just feel that you have changed a bit..."

"Really?" Ingrid gave him a look. "Don't you like this?"

"No...not bad."

Steve was so upset by the sad feeling that he turned his head and couldn't bear to look at Ingrid's face again.

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It took Ingrid more than ten years to transform herself into the look Bucky loved the most.