Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

"We were in a hurry," Carl said softly. "We were trying to wrest what belongs to Death from her arms. It's not an easy thing."

In the eyes of Tony, Bruce and Lex, Peggy's body began to undergo amazing changes:

After filling the exoskeleton, her somewhat resembling body swelled up, and a thin layer of white sheets was gradually outlined by her plump body; the shriveled withered yellow skin began to dry and peel off, and the new skin was fine and thin. Smooth as silk.

Stubble also grew on the top of her bald head. Those soft, vine-like strands of hair grew outward at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon covered her exposed shoulders and collarbone. Around her face, like a black dahlia in full bloom.

Like a dead tree coming to life, her hilly chest heaved.

This is obviously a scene full of beauty and science fiction, but the room is as quiet as a morgue.

"...that's not normal." Bruce said dryly, partly acting, partly because he was genuinely shocked, "You also saw what happened after the first shot, the potion didn't have that effect."

Lex said, "Combining the power of the three of us ... I'm not surprised to see this kind of miracle. I guess it can't be duplicated."

"Maybe it's the superimposed effect of the two needles, and the exoskeleton buried in her body may also have played a role; it's also possible that Peggy is actually a mutant, and she awakened her mutant ability at this critical moment...don't worry about it at this time More, our goal has been achieved." Tony said, "Now it's time for the captain to appear."

The three looked at each other, and Lex, who was closest to the door, walked out of the room first, and Bruce and Tony followed him quietly.

Then Lex, who was walking in the front, paused.

"Looks like you guys did a really good job." Carl said, putting half his arms around Steve's shoulders, "Go ahead, sit by her bed, hold her hand, and say something nice when she wakes up ——It’s too late to give you a lesson at this time, so I have to ask you to work hard and play freely.”

"Wow," Tony said.

His expression was a mixture of weirdness, surprise and funnyness, and finally settled on a grinning expression, "Don't worry, captain, Peggy won't be angry with you even with this face on you."

Bruce is smiling, technically he already knows Steve like the back of his hand, but practically he obviously knows next to nothing about Steve.

It seems that he can't say anything in his capacity on this occasion, he just looked at Steve with slightly surprised eyes, turned sideways, and made room for Steve.

"Thank you," Steve said, walking into Peggy's room.

Carl clapped his hands, tilted his head, and showed a sweet smile that was the same as before: "Okay, our work is over, friends, let's go to the dance scene next door and stay."

Behind him stands Bucky in a vintage leather jacket.

Everyone is being assigned tasks by Karl, and Bucky is of course no exception.

His job is easier than anyone else's, which is to change clothes - Steve, Peggy and Bucky's costumes are all ready for Carl, and he greeted Claude after the last meeting, more than a month Although the time was tight, Claude still handed in full marks as usual.

The leather jacket is particularly good-looking and excellent, and the few people present really can't say it.

It seems that all the delicate places are only in the details, it seems that the shoulders are only slightly thinned, the neckline is only slightly widened, and the pockets of the leather jacket seem to be a little tricky...

All the visible and invisible details were brought together, and the messy long hair and eyebrows were trimmed together for a daily look, and the messy beard was all shaved. Ki was a completely different person.

His face was stinky, because he was tortured by Claude, who was striving for excellence and was in the late stage of the disease, and because of Superman's deterrence, he didn't dare to break through violently, and he didn't even dare to stare.

Seeing that the three people on the opposite side were all staring at his attire, Bucky stared back fiercely.

——It's a pity that he is no longer the original decadent tramp, he looks like a young man in his 20s.

Those big eyes looked cute even when they were staring at people fiercely, and the long eyelashes drooped down slightly, which made people feel wronged at first glance.

"Look at you." Tony shook his head and looked Bucky up and down, "I finally believe that you used to be the 'Little Prince of Brooklyn'. Who can refuse a handsome and fragile man? Even a little girl Will be mad at you for your motherhood."

He only said this, and then he focused on the dance scene that Carl said, and stepped into the room with great interest.

Steve stepped into Peggy's hospital room.

Before entering the door, he took a deep breath as quickly as possible to calm himself down, and the dress prepared for Peggy in his hand gave him some comfort.It's not because of anything else, it's purely because people have an instinct to play with something in their hands when they are nervous.

He was ready to see a skinny, frail Paige all over again.

No, he didn't stop loving Paige because she wasn't so pretty.

It's just that she is such a strong and proud person. The scene of her stepping on her leather boots and walking past him with her head raised and her head raised seems to be yesterday, but Peggy is already old, aging so tragically and painfully, she will never see him again. Can't wear high-heeled boots and can't wield a long gun.

When she is old, her beauty fades away, and she is also a hero at the end of her life.

The two kinds of pain superimposed on her body burned his heart and lungs.

However, what caught his eyes was the beauty who made him fall in love at first sight in the past——

The sunlight from the window came in, and the particles floated in the air. She slept on the hospital bed, with white walls, white bed and mattress, and a thin white sheet covering her body. Steve could even clearly see the The raised particles on the bed sheet... She didn't know anything about it, she just slept sweetly, innocent enough to be called beautiful.

Steve's heart beat wildly.

Her heartbeat seemed to wake up the beauty, her eyelashes suddenly lifted, those moving eyes quickly regained their senses after a brief period of confusion, she pressed the bed sheet on her chest with one hand, and supported the bed with the other Just want to sit up.

Steve quickly took a step forward: "Peggy!"

"...Steve?" Paige murmured.

Her eyes fixed on his face, and she looked at it carefully for a while as if she found it very interesting.

"You don't look young anymore," she said.

"And you're still beautiful," Steve replied.

Then they all fell silent for their own and the other's reversed words. Peggy had too many emotions in her heart, and Steve didn't know what else to say.

He is really not the kind of man who is good at pleasing women, otherwise, with the tacit attitude between him and Peggy, he would have been with Peggy many years ago.

But his clumsiness in front of the one he loves is actually charming.

It was indeed an aging face, with gray hair, wrinkles, and age spots, everything missing, but Maria left Steve with a very obvious opening.

His pupils were left untouched.

Those are still a pair of clear, blue eyes, full of vitality and faith.

And he himself didn't have any pretense, his back was still straight, his footsteps were still steady, and apart from his aging face, there was no trace of oldness in his body.

"You want to just talk to me like this?" Paige said, pouted at Steve's hand, "Give me the clothes."

Steve is like a puppet that winds up and moves its body.

He took another step forward and handed the long skirt to Peggy.

After getting closer, he realized that Peggy's body exuded a strange aura. If he had to say it, it was a bit like a mixture of metal and mint.

It was very cold around her, and Steve couldn't help shivering as soon as he approached, he tried to control himself, but unfortunately failed, Peggy just raised her eyebrows when she saw his small movements, without any reaction.

Does she know what the hell is going on now?She doesn't know, Steve thought, any more than he doesn't know.

"Now, soldier, turn to face the wall." Peggy sat on the bed, but her attitude was condescending, as if she was still the officer in charge of Captain America, "I have to change my clothes."

Steve did it without even thinking about it. Obeying Peggy's orders was an instinct he had developed after fighting side by side for so long, as if he couldn't help but beat his heart faster, hold his breath and hold his mouth when he saw Peggy. Like parched tongue, it's a pathetic reflex.

"I'm not a soldier now, Paige. I have the rank of general."

He grunted, and fell silent again in an unusual atmosphere.

Then he had time to think.

Oh that's not quite like Peggy...she's not so informal.

But they have been separated for decades, decades is enough time for a person to change his appearance.

The only thing that remains the same is that she is still so beautiful and tugs at his heartstrings.

The friction of the cloth is like a strange torture, especially after the injection of the super serum, Steve's hearing has been enhanced countless times, and the war has taught him how to use his extraordinary senses to catch any abnormalities... Up close, his beloved is covering his body in a form-fitting dress.

Her arms stirred the air and stirred his heart.

Facing the white wall, Steve was distracted, and he tried his best to control himself not to be distracted.

He remembered how soft the bright red fabric was, but couldn't imagine how it would look on Peggy anyway.

"No shoes." Paige stopped.

"Oh, oh." Steve woke up and turned around suddenly, "I'll call..."

"what is it call?"

Peggy sat on the hospital bed, looking at him quietly.

She looked paler than before, and even Steve wasn't sure if it was a hallucination.Her expression has a kind of extraordinary stability, the kind of stability that can only be obtained after knowing what will happen in the future and making all preparations.

The warrior woman of yesteryear is back, or rather she never left.

"Stand in front of me, soldier," she said, her tone commanding, yet gentle, "You carry me out."