Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

After seeing off the stunned Hodge and the chaotic Red holding her autograph, Cynthia lay refreshed on the bed, ready to fall asleep.

The system popped out suddenly.

【Do you want to do a mission? 】It asked, 【It is optional, but I think you might be interested. 】

Cynthia: [Huh?Is there anything left to do about the task?I thought it was all necessary. 】

System: [When a person starts to have a psychological problem, some people will make it a chronic disease, some people will explode, and some people will slowly heal themselves by relying on their natural optimism and kindness. 】

[However, for the task object, doing it is better than not doing it. ] it added.

【Oh, it seems that the target of this mission is a good old man. ] Cynthia asked with interest, 【Who is it? 】

System: [Captain America. 】

Cynthia: […]

Cynthia: [Are you crazy?Why do you think I'd be interested in him? 】

[Of course I know you're not interested in him,] the system said speechlessly, [We were chased by him for five blocks together, and I haven't lost my memory yet. 】

[So you are crazy. ] Cynthia said firmly.

【…】

The system said angrily: [No!You're not interested in him, but are you really not interested in Captain America's nightmare? ! 】

Cynthia: […]

Soul questioning.

【Okay," she sighed, 【Another night of staying up late, it's all your fault, the system. 】

system:【……】

Anyway, blame it for everything.

In Washington, in an unremarkable small apartment.

Cynthia had no idea that Captain America's place would look like this.

Her house in the metropolis is already similar to a country cottage, and the area is not very large, but the small apartment where Captain America lives is only half the size of her house, with mediocre facilities and even more lackluster decoration.

Still, it looks surprisingly neat.

It is said that a person's personality can be seen from the environment in which he lives, and it turns out to be true.

At least a few words popped into Cynthia's mind right away—sunset red, re-employment of veterans, my old father.

The system that heard everything: […]

Cynthia floated into the bedroom, and Captain America was lying down with the quilt in order, with his hands on his lower abdomen, sleeping peacefully.

This is the most correct sleeping posture of Cynthia's mission target since she left the mission.By the way, Tony Stark came last.

After falling asleep, Captain America's ever-resolute face relaxed slightly, which softened the aura around him, making him look more like a kind old man.

Cynthia looked at him floating in the air, shook her head amusedly, and thought: I really didn't expect to see you again in this way, captain.

...The last hypnosis should have failed, and he must not be caught by him, absolutely.

Cynthia drifted away with a guilty conscience, and asked the system: [Dream treatment? 】

【OK. 】The system said.

Captain America's dreams are simple.

The start is frightening.

The continuous snow peaks are white, and the dark railway runs across them.On the railway, a train rumbles past.

The appearance of the train was very mottled, and some places had been corroded to the point of cracks. Cynthia even doubted whether such a train could go on the road.

But this is a dream, with a lot of subjective factors of the dream owner. She guessed that in Steve's subconscious, the current appearance of this train is rusty, together with the half of his life 70 years ago.

Because the train was moving fast, Cynthia had to float inside the train and stand in the compartment so as not to lose sight of what was going on.

The outer side of the train was blasted with a big hole. Captain America was affected by the explosion and was curled up in the corner on the other side, trying to get up staggeringly.

A handsome young sergeant—Cynthia remembered that he was Captain America's best friend named James—was standing beside the gap, holding Captain America's shield in one hand and a pitifully small gun in the other, brave and fearless Shoot the enemy in front of you.

Cynthia knew he was about to suffer when she saw his position.

Sure enough, as soon as the enemy bombarded the shield, James flew out in an instant—he didn't even forget to throw the shield in the car.

At the critical moment, he grabbed a handle in the ruined wall, hung one arm around his body, and hung beside the carriage, crumbling by the cold wind.

Steve jumped to his feet, threw his shield to finish off the enemy, and then rushed back anxiously, leaning forward, reaching out to James with all his strength.

"—Bucky!" he yelled in panic over his best friend, "grab my hand!"

Cynthia had never seen Captain America's face like this.

Even if she knew the final ending of the story, she couldn't help but get nervous about it.

But unfortunately, the reality is always the opposite of the wish.

The handle collapsed violently with a "click" and fell down together with James.In the white background, his falling figure shrinks and shrinks, until finally disappearing into the snow, leaving only the two palms stretched out with all their strength, and the distance between them is like a moat.

Steve stared at the place where he disappeared, let out a hoarse and brief whine, knocked his head against the wall in pain, and curled up in the cold wind.

The next moment, the train slowly drove into the dark tunnel, and Cynthia's eyes suddenly went dark. At the same time, the sound of the wind, the sound of the goods rubbing, the rumbling of the train...all the sounds disappeared.

Cynthia looked around and couldn't see her fingers.She was wondering, when she heard a low and slow voice suddenly sounded in the dead silence.

"What if... I poked out a little more at that time?"

Cynthia was startled, turned around abruptly, and saw another Captain America in regular uniform standing beside her, with blue eyes full of settled sadness, looking at the direction of the gap complicatedly and confusedly.

Cynthia suddenly realized that this was Steve's waking consciousness.

When he was dreaming, he could actually separate out another rational self, watching the dream silently from the sidelines.

Cynthia looked at him cautiously, was silent for a while, and asked, "Can you see me?"

Steve rolled his eyes away, looked at her and smiled.

"You are Cynthia." He said, paused, and asked again, "Did I dream of you? Why? Why are you like this?"

Cynthia rolled her eyes: "There are so many questions. This is your dream, why not ask yourself."

Steve touched the tip of his nose: "Oh, okay."

Cynthia looked at him, rolled her eyes, and suddenly smirked.

"Actually, I'm not Cynthia." She said slyly, "I'm a dream-making elf who came down from the moon and specializes in solving people's nightmares."

Steve froze.

"Oh," he said dryly, "I...I'm very...I mean, I went back and watched the two movies "The Legend of Apollo" and "La Luna", and you do look alike in them Elves...or goddesses?"

Cynthia: "..."

It turned out that what Jarvis said was true.

Cynthia: "Okay, okay. Now let's talk about your nightmare."

Steve fell silent.He returned his gaze to the gap again.

After a long time, he said shakily, "Bucky... is my best friend, and as you can see, I lost him."

Cynthia frowned.

"It's not your fault," she said. "You did the best you could."

Steve smiled and shook his head.

"Everyone said that, and they all advised me not to blame myself, but to look forward. But I always thought, what if... I had leaned out a little more?

What would have happened if I had probed out a little more then?What if I move faster?What would happen if I were stronger...? "

He's a product of a super serum, he has quadruple powers, and he's Captain America.He should be extremely powerful, but he is so weak that he can't even save his own friends, let alone save others?

The man turned his head and looked into the distance, with forbearance and old pain on his face: "I know I shouldn't dwell on the past, but the present world is always incompatible with me. And whenever I dream of Bucky reaching out to me in despair, I can't help but think about it again, and then again, again..."

Cynthia took a deep breath.

"I think... you guys just never get it."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she realized that she was a little angry.But she never deliberately suppressed her emotions, she just pursed her lips and continued: "First, you are indeed Captain America, but the role of Captain America is not specifically born to save people. His responsibilities are A spiritual leader, a representative of freedom, an inspirational symbol, nothing more.

You don't have to save everyone, and you can't save everyone, even if you're a million times stronger—no one can save everyone, and Jesus was born to save, but He can't do what you want either.

You can try to do more things, but you should not forget that you are also a person... People have limits, and forcing yourself will only be counterproductive. "

Cynthia closed her eyes and eased her tone.

"Second... do you really think James will blame you?

He stretched out his hand to you, indeed to let you hold him.But even if you didn't, do you really think he would blame you?You grew up together, you're each other's best friends, and you've done your best... I don't think he'd want to see you blaming yourself for his fall. "

Steve smiled.

"It sounds like you know him well."

"Of course, I'm a dream elf." Cynthia raised her chin proudly.

She looked around and was extremely dissatisfied with this old carriage, and with a wave of her hand, the dream changed.

It became her cabin in the Metropolis.

Steve was taken aback by the sudden change in the environment, then looked around, admiring.

"Whoa, Cynthia, is this where you live?" he asked.

"Probably." Cynthia was noncommittal, "Can't you think of some good dreams? What's so interesting about that dilapidated train?"

After a pause, she added: "Also, the issue of the difference between the times... If you really can't integrate into it, then don't integrate into it at all. Now it's not like no one doesn't use the Internet and electricity, and lives in the wild like a primitive People, let alone people like you who belonged to the last century?

However, we should not go against it just because we missed the development of the times.If you still want to understand modern culture...go see Cynthia's films. "

Cynthia pouted.

"Anyway, it can be watched for free on public screens in various cities recently."