The end game [Zhongyingmei]

"Thank you." Sisley was a little bit in shock. After making sure that she could stand firmly, she quickly left the man's patient support, and tried her best to keep the polite smile on her face from looking stiff.

"Are you... Mister Rogers? Captain America?"

The man didn't seem to want to be recognized very much, but he froze for a moment, then readily admitted.

"It's me." Captain America took a closer look at Sisley, "Are you not feeling well? Your face looks very bad."

The girl's eyes were a little hard to focus, and he could hear her rapid breathing.It wasn't because she was shy when she saw him, her pupils shrunk, her heartbeat was fast, and her skin temperature was abnormal. The girl herself was sick, after all, he didn't bump into her at all.

After such a short period of time, her cheeks have turned from the pale pale that she was just frightened to abnormally bright.

"……Um?"

Varied--

Sisley didn't even have time to say a single extra syllable, and the dizziness hit her again intensified, like someone hammered a nail into her temple, and it drilled into her brain patiently and monotonously.

Oh……

In a whirlwind, she used all her willpower to control not to spit out the food in her stomach.An indescribable self-loathing rushed to her heart, and she couldn't breathe for a while.gosh.gosh.No.

Sisley's pupils were dilated, and a drop of tear ran across her cheek, mixing with the gradually pattering rain, making it difficult to distinguish one from the other.

It's raining?

The hearing that had just been lost for a while began to fall back, and she could gradually hear a man's voice.

Gentle, urgent, and patient at the same time.

"Breathe, little girl, breathe, you'll be all right, you'll be all right."

breathe.Sisley thought.

I need to breathe.

Cold, fresh air refilled Sisley's lungs.

A pair of big warm hands were patting her back, and Captain America was squatting beside her, comforting her regularly.His blue eyes were full of concern.

Deep and beautiful blue eyes, but there is no hidden turmoil in them, and any bright sunlight is willing to stay for him.

Are all superheroes like this?Sisley thought blankly, trying to calm her breathing under the guidance of Captain America.

Superheroes seem to be so patient with ordinary people. Such careless help is too kind and friendly.

"Stand up, sweet girl," she heard him whisper, "I have to take you to the hospital."

Captain America is now half-supporting and half-supporting Sisley's limp and sliding body, but fortunately his strong arms are firm enough to hold her.

His speed was very fast, and Sisley's face was covered by his leather jacket, forming a small piece of stable darkness.The temperature and smell of Captain America are also reassuring. Peppermint aftershave, the unique smell of leather jackets, and more warm things... She heard the whistling wind in her ears, and Captain America began to run, speeding up. faster and faster.It rained harder and harder.

But Sisley couldn't listen any more.Pain, dizziness, and nausea, they combined into a beautiful and terrifying oil painting, getting closer, and she was dragged into it.

Sisley finally lost consciousness.

dark.

She floats in the darkness, like a helpless embryo, a stubborn stone that has to be silent.

Sisley wanted to scream, but she couldn't; Sisley wanted to move, but she had no hands or feet.In the vast, soundless, boundless darkness, there was no sign of other life forms, not even twinkling stars.Just those broken planets, and herself floating around.

How desperate, in this lifeless universe, there is not even a single successfully hatched life.

She was abandoned forever.

Do not!

"Wake up, Sisley, you are having a nightmare."

Sisley opened her eyes suddenly, panting violently, and focused her eyes for a long time before she saw Captain America's handsome face close at hand.He was the one shaking her shoulders just now, waking her up from the scene she was most afraid of.

She just wanted to ask him what happened before he passed out, but she fell back weakly into the snow-white pillow.

Fortunately, Captain America is not the type to cherish words like gold.

"You slept all afternoon, and I had to borrow the ID from your wallet in order to go through the hospital procedures for you. Steve Rogers' name is not a panacea." He smiled and made a joke, dragging Zhang chair sat next to her bed, which was a very suitable distance, showing caring, but not too intimate. "Come on, drink some water."

The big hand held the glass and brought it to her lips. The water was slightly steaming and warm.

For a moment, Sisley felt like a domesticated thrush, sucking water in the enamel jar held by the master, but her hand was still trembling nervously under the quilt, and she couldn't use any strength at all, so she could only take a sip of water. Take a sip and drink with your head down.

The scene isn't ambiguous, it's more of a strange kind of caring, as if Captain America is in some kind of cat and dog adoption agency, and she's being cared for by warm-hearted well-wishers.

Steve was indeed in a trance for two seconds.

This little girl, she is so young, according to her identity certificate, she has just turned sixteen.She is as beautiful as a tender and dewy flower, which should be carefully maintained; but now this flower is showing a state of withering. When she was in the alley, her back and her arms were so thin, It's hard to even pat lightly.

The look in her eyes just after waking up from the dream, the desolation and panic in her bones, is unforgettable for anyone who sees it.

This made Captain America feel a sense of compassion.

"Thank you."

After drinking a full glass of water, Sisley regained her strength and obediently thanked Captain America, but this sentence was enough to make her throat sore that she couldn't say any more words.

Her voice was erratic and weak. If it wasn't for Captain America's hearing, she couldn't hear it clearly. It was more like a kitten trapped in the chassis of a car on a cold winter night and urgently needed to be rescued by kind people.

Sisley's long eyelashes were flickering, the pain came suddenly, Ken was not there, she had no time to think more, and felt sleepy again.

"Sleep, Sisley, the nurse is ringing the bell at the bedside."

Steve saw it, and he gently tucked the blanket for her, hesitated for a moment, and stroked the little girl's messy black hair on the pillow.

She stared in his direction with sleepy eyes.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He promised.

Sisley closed her eyes in peace.

There is a night light on in the ward, the curtains are also drawn tightly, and the room is white and bright.But when Steve came out of the ward, the light outside the corridor windows was orange, and it was evening in New York.

Steve went to the doctor, who wanted to ask about Sisley's condition.

The person who examined Sisley was a middle-aged female doctor with a serious expression. She was meticulous from hair strands to uniform buttons. She only wore a polished platinum wedding ring on her hand, and she didn't look very talkative.

But she didn't reject Steve's question about "what happened to that girl."

The female doctor took off her glasses, wiped them, and put them back in her pocket.She was frowning, but not a frightening frown, and she looked distressed, too.

"We did a routine blood test for her, and when her condition stabilizes tomorrow, a more detailed examination will be carried out. She had a high fever for three hours, but the fever-reducing drugs did not work on her at all, and neither did the painkillers."

"Mr. Steve," the female doctor sighed worriedly, "We now suspect that this unreasonable high fever and coma are genetic diseases, or... genetic defects."

The speculation sent them all into a shadowy silence.

Anyone who saw her felt sorry for the poor girl, who was so beautiful and yet so fragile.This kind of fragility is pitiful, but anyone with empathy will hope that a life can also have a chance to bloom.

"……I see."

Captain America said solemnly.He paid the hospital fee and walked outside the hospital.When he was going down the steps, he couldn't help but look back at the hospital, which looked infinitely quiet under the setting sun. Behind a certain closed shutter was the little girl.

He wasted a lot of time on this, but strangely he didn't feel like he could let it go.It's not just a matter of responsibility, but she can't help but make people feel partial.

However, Steve also discovered a strange thing.

It is very normal to have overlapping surnames in the world, and he has just woken up for a few months, and has not seen anyone except some agents of SHIELD; on that ID card, Sisley's parents died .

But she was the same black-haired, blue-eyed Gotham City playboy who made the news every now and then.

Besides, her last name is Wayne.

Sisley Wayne.