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Chapter 15 Stray Dog Steve
"Steve, why did you get yourself into such a mess?"

"Bucky?"

In the SHIELD base, Captain America was hung upside down from the ceiling like a sausage.

Below stood his good brother, Bucky Barnes.

Bucky flipped his fingers, and a knife appeared in his hand. With a casual throw, the straw that bound Captain America was cut.

During the fall, Captain America turned over nimbly and landed smoothly.

Bucky said angrily: "I can't come just in time every time. Sometimes you have to learn to solve problems by yourself."

"I didn't ask you to come over either!"

Captain America hit Bucky on the shoulder and hugged him tightly.

"Bucky, I didn't expect to see you again!"

"Are you so surprised to see me?" Bucky's voice suddenly became very mocking, "I thought you were very calm about my death."

"What do you mean?"

Captain America suddenly realized something was wrong, something was wrong with Bucky!

He pushed Bucky away and backed away slowly.

"No, Bucky is obviously dead. Who are you! Why are you pretending to be Bucky!?"

At this time, the scarecrow who was watching the show frowned.

As expected of Captain America, he can actually realize the gap between fear and reality?
It doesn’t matter, just increase the dose!
As the fear gas intensified, Captain America's consciousness finally became completely chaotic.

"Why, are you denying my existence now? Or are you surprised to see me?"

In front of him, Bucky's appearance changed rapidly. Countless scars appeared on his body, his limbs were twisted, and a large piece of his head was dented. His whole person showed a feeling of fragmentation.

"Of course I'm dead. You let me fall from the sky. Do you still expect me to survive?"

"No, I didn't!" Steve explained, "I've always felt guilty about your death!"

"What's the use of guilt? You were by my side at that time, but you still watched me fall off the cliff."

Bucky kept getting closer, and Steve kept backing away.

"Even if you became a super soldier and Captain America, you still couldn't protect me, or in other words, you couldn't protect anything!"

"Steve!"

A familiar voice sounded behind him.

Captain America suddenly turned around, and standing in front of him was the lover he had longed for - Peggy Carter.

It was still the same as when they last met, still so beautiful and moving.

"Peggy!"

Steve reached out and wanted to take Paige into his arms.

But Paige ducked.

"Steve, I have been waiting at the Ibis Club for a long time. From day to night, from sunrise to sunset, you have not come, and I have been waiting for you."

This is about that promise, about that dance.

Captain America wanted to explain: "I slept under the glacier..."

But this explanation is pale and weak.

Paige shook her head and said, "You abandoned me and abandoned me in that era."

She looked old in an instant, and in the blink of an eye she was an old man.

The most important thing is that the world can't keep it.

Seeing the beauty turn gray, Captain America's eyes were filled with tears.

There was a smile of relief on Paige's face: "Steve, you know what? I don't blame you, and I don't hate you at all. On the contrary, I pity you.

"You wake up after sleeping for 70 years in a strange era. Is there a place for you in this era?

"You are an antique left over from the last century, just a super soldier created by a tube of serum. Any villain today can easily defeat you. What can you do? What justice can you protect?
"Do you have relatives in this era? Do you have friends? Do you have a lover?
"Steve Rogers, the coveted Captain America? Just a poor stray dog."

"No...don't say any more!"

Captain America groaned in pain, with a pleading tone in his tone.

"You are so pathetic!"

Peggy and Bucky stood together, and also appeared at the same time, Dr. Erskine, Howard Stark, and Captain America's former comrades.

All of them were covered in blood and had pity in their eyes.

Bucky said with a mocking look on his face: "Look at you Steve, I finally understand how lucky I am to be able to die in that era. I don't have to be like you, wandering in a strange era like a lonely ghost!"

"No!"

The constant taunts from friends and lovers hit Captain America's psychological defense line. "You're a loser, Rogers."

Another voice came, and Steve raised his head. It was his former opponent, Schmidt, the Red Skull.

"The things you want to protect are not protected.

“You want to protect your friend, but you see your friend fall off the cliff;

“You want to accompany your lover, but you abandon your lover for 70 years and let her grow old alone;

“You want to eliminate war, but you didn’t even get to see it end, let alone how many lives are still in the flames of war.

"Look at the world!"

The surrounding scene changed instantly. Captain America was in the war-torn Middle East. Countless missiles were launched wildly, and civilians could only flee screaming.

There was a mother holding her child, and missiles were flying over from the sky.

"do not want!"

Captain America stretched out his hand to rescue the mother and son.

But he couldn't do anything.

The mother and son were unable to escape and were killed on the spot.

The city was reduced to ruins, with corpses of civilians strewn all over the ground, and unwilling eyes all over the place.

"Look at those bombs, guess where these weapons come from, guess who is behind these wars."

Steve stumbles closer, and the missile says Stark Industries.

Stark...

Howard Stark…

"These missiles come from the country you sacrificed for. These people could have lived and worked in peace and contentment, but their life was ruthlessly taken away by your country.

"You know why? They also want to know why.

"What is the difference between the title Captain America and the God of Death now?"

The scenes changed scene by scene, and various human tragedies were staged in front of Captain America.

There are unnoticed corners where gangsters spread evil wantonly.

There were homeless refugees and several children fighting over a bone.

There was a devastated city, an unexploded missile fell on a house, and a brother and sister hid under the bed waiting to die.

"These are all happening in this era, but what can you do? What can you save?
"You can only watch helplessly!

“In this day and age, you can’t do anything!
"Steve Rogers, you should be dead."

"Don't say any more..."

Captain America covered his head in pain, and fell to the ground as if all his strength had been drained from his body.

……

"One two three four, two two three four..."

A female voice shouts the beat, and several little girls practice dance moves.

Among them was Natasha.

She was back here again, in the Red Room, this nightmarish place.

Training, training day in and day out.

Natasha relived her childhood and her nightmares again.

Everything was taken away from her.

Identity, emotions, even the womb.

Even when Natasha closed her eyes, the pungent smell of the medicine lingered, constantly reminding her of the feeling of the surgery.

This experience keeps repeating itself.

endless.

She couldn't remember how many people she had killed. As long as she was a target, she had to die. She had no choice in her own life.

Natasha suddenly had an idea.

Destroy it soon.

A gun appeared in her hand, and the world seemed ready for her.

Natasha raised her hand and pointed the gun at her temple.

boom--

(End of this chapter)