Marvel World New Magneto

Autumn has arrived, the temperature has dropped after a drizzle, and the air is slightly cooler.

Leaving the noisy street, Steve stepped on the colorful fallen leaves on the ground and walked into a remote cemetery alone.

Buried here is a respectable old man, a great scientist, whose wisdom has led the world for decades, and countless undercurrents and struggles have occurred around his achievements, and even his own life has been ruined.Although he didn't see Captain America show his skills on the European battlefield when he was alive, he successfully created Steve Rogers, a super soldier, and passed on a little bit of light in his heart.

Without him, Captain America would not have been born.

He is Abraham Erskine, a respectable old man.

Among the luxuriant pine trees, Steve found the resting place of the Doctor.

No embellishments, no epitaph, just a dusty granite stele with the deceased's initials simply engraved -- supposedly for secrecy.

In fact, this is too much to worry about.

The Doctor had no children and no daughters, his family died at the hands of the German Nazis, and the regiment he belonged to had long since been revoked. No matter how intelligent he was during his lifetime, he was a lonely soul lying here, and few people even knew of his existence, only the same Rogers from that era remembered having such a wise old man.

The raindrops fell, wetting Steve's eyebrows.

He knelt down halfway, wiped the dust on the tombstone with a tissue, wiped off the clinging cobwebs, and fetched fresh water from a small pond nearby, and carefully scrubbed the tombstone several times before putting down the one he had brought specially for the undead. flower.

Beneath a fragrant gardenia, Erskine's old wrinkled face smiled in the yellowed photo.

At this moment, it was as if he had come to life again, smiling at his proudest masterpiece.

Steve stroked the photo lightly.Si Xu wandered around endlessly, her eyes were lonely and vicissitudes of life, and it took a long time before she stood up.

Then he accidentally saw a familiar person walking from a distance.

"Eric?" After a long time no see, Steve called the other party's name in surprise. "You also come to see Dr. Erskine?"

"No, the first time I heard the Doctor was here. Rest in peace." Eric strolled over.Nod to the doctor's tombstone. "Actually, I came to see a child who once joined the academy and died in a fire. In a few days, it will be his fifth anniversary. I came to see him specially."

Following Eric's footsteps, Steve came to the tomb of Jimmy Raines together.The boy wasn't very far from the Doctor.The tombstones were cleaned quite cleanly, and it could be seen that people came to visit often.

Captain America vaguely remembers that it was mentioned in the newspaper that this is a boy who bravely rescued the fire. Although his ability is extremely insignificant, in order to save people trapped in danger, he rushed into the sea of ​​fire regardless of dissuasion, resulting in a tragedy.

Of course he knew the truth was something else, the precocious boy himself was a threat to his own race.But he was too smart, and his bad luck cost him his own life.

It's just that people have died.Who will pursue what?

After seeing Jimmy, the two chatted and slowly left along the cobblestone path.

"I've been thinking about the old days a lot lately, especially the time at Caspian training camp," Steve said, staring at a tulip tree in the distance, drenched in rain. "Thinking about it now, that time was really the happiest time in my life. Although I was very tired, I lived a full life every day and always had my own pursuits... I really miss those days."

"What about now?" Eric asked casually.

"Now..." Steve shook his head with a wry smile. "Now I can't figure out what is right, you are one opinion, others are another opinion... In my impression, I always want to do the right thing, before I can devote myself to the implementation of Ordered to serve the country, but now it is different, I gradually can't find the value of my existence, maybe I am old."

Eric didn't speak, patted Steve on the shoulder hard, he could understand the old friend's mood.

Like Steve, many older people find it difficult to adapt to the rapidly changing situation. This is true of contemporary people, and Rogers, the "old man" who has been frozen for 70 years before thawing, is also the same.

According to the report of the agent of SHIELD, after the New York incident, many former senior government officials who lost power once visited him, hoping to use Captain America's appeal in superheroes to raise the flag and regain control of power in the hands of ordinary people. But Steve didn't say yes, which avoided a senseless war within humanity in the initial stages of change.

Just like Erskine had asked before his death, he should be a good person with all his heart and mind, not just a soldier who blindly obeyed orders.

In return, and to ease the conflict, the academy made concessions in some irrelevant areas, and did not press it step by step, so now they can still sit down and have a drink when they meet.

Like all old friends reunited after a long absence, although none of them can be drugged by alcohol.

I found a bar casually, and the two sat in front of the bar and asked for a large glass of beer each, chatting while drinking.

"Do you know what I admire most about you?" Steve asked inadvertently.

Eric smiled and shook his head.

"What I admire most about you is that you never seem to be shaken, you are always full of motivation, you never regret what happened in the past, and you are not confused about the future path."

The captain's voice, though not loud, was still fairly clear in a noisy bar.

"Thank you, but I'm not as good as you think, and sometimes I hesitate when faced with a choice." Eric put the cup down and squinted at a dim yellow light opposite.

"If I was as decisive as you think, the boy in the cemetery probably wouldn't be lying under the slate... You know, I might have been able to save him, although he naturally restrains us, but I can try again , but then I hesitated for a second and then a life was gone."

Hearing this secret, Steve turned his head to look over, and Eric's eyes reflected a faint glow in the darkness.

"Do you regret it?" the captain asked involuntarily.

"Don't ask me this question, there is no answer." Eric shrugged his shoulders, his eyes seemed indifferent.

"His mother got pregnant again not long ago. The parents are still going to name their baby Jimmy, but this time Jimmy's brother won't have to live in fear, little Jimmy will have a normal life - we're after Isn’t that what it is, the fire is passed down from generation to generation, and it will never end.”

"Never-ending." Steve chewed on the infinity word.No more talking.Glasses of beer poured down, until the smell of alcohol.

It was getting dark, and there were a bunch of empty glasses in front of the two of them. Eric broke the habit of drinking only one glass and accompanied Steve to drink a lot.

"I had a dream." Steve suddenly said to Eric. "Dream me and Peggy from New Jersey to Austria...I asked her to dance and then fell into the sea and frozen in the ice...As if that's my destiny, either way. Lose my life. "

But in my dream.Without you----Steve finally didn't say this.

He lay groggy on the bar and fell asleep in a daze.

Eric looked at his decadent look thoughtfully.

***

Steve hasn't felt drunk for a long time. Since the experiment in [-], his metabolism has been six times faster than normal, and alcohol has no effect at all.But while there is no physical intoxication, a low mood can have a similar effect, a feeling so unfamiliar that when he wakes up he thinks he is hallucinating.

on a busy street.People in a hurry hurried forward carrying various weapons. Crossing the corner of the street, he could see a series of sentries and a towering wall in the distance.

"What's this for. Did the aliens invade again?" Steve asked a passerby, who impatiently wanted to free his hand, but couldn't get rid of it.

"What alien, it's a zombie! The zombies are coming again, let me go!" The man shouted loudly, but he didn't attract anyone's attention. It seemed that everyone was concentrating on their own business and had no time to pay attention to others.

"Zombie?" Steve let go at a loss.

Then someone stopped him.

The other party is a very beautiful female police officer, with a hot body and a very eye-catching dress. Seeing the respectful attitude of the people around her, she seems to be a person with a lot of status.

"You're new here, what's your name?" the female police officer asked after looking him up and down.

"Rogers, Steve Rogers." Steve reported his name, but the other party didn't look surprised at all, as if he had never heard of Captain America.

"This is Jill Valentine, the deputy commander of the Raccoon City Survivor Self-Rescue Committee." Jill raised his chest arrogantly, and continued to ask. "Have you ever been a soldier? Have you ever been on a battlefield?"

"I'm a veteran, but that was a long time ago..." Steve replied in a murmur. Although he came to an unfamiliar place, his will was still a little depressed.

Jill suddenly rushed up like a female leopard and gave him a hand knife, slashing heavily on Captain America's shoulder.

Then an angry roar sounded from her mouth.

"You cheer me up, now we need you to contribute, not hide under a woman's skirt like a monkey!"

This hand knife slashed so hard that Steve couldn't help frowning. He was about to ask when he threw a metal bat in front of him.

Seeing Steve grabbing the handle quickly, Jill nodded with satisfaction.

"You're good at it, you'll be under my command from now on, remember to call my name when someone asks." She raised her chin proudly, and then stuffed him with a crude shield.

"The wooden lid of the garbage can, although it doesn't look good, it's very practical. You have to hold it well and be careful not to be caught by the zombies." The policewoman waved her hand and urged him to join the team ahead.

Although he still hasn't figured out what's going on, Steve's mood gradually calmed down with this unfamiliar and familiar weapon. He seemed to be back in his youth, and he could use a bucket lid to deal with his opponents all day. .

"But where is this?"

On the way, he asked the people around him.

"Raccoon City, don't you know?" the man replied to him. "North America's largest colony of survivors, if it weren't here, we would be finished. Damn umbrella company, damn politicians, actually created such a big biochemical crisis, and now the whole world is in chaos, fortunately we came here... "

Steve listened in a vague way, and when he turned his head and saw a statue, he couldn't help screaming in surprise.

"This is……"

"Eric!" A tall, sharp-eyed blonde answered his question instead of his companion. "This is our hero, the protector of Raccoon City, who saved the city and made it a strong base."

"That's right, he is the master of steel, the king of magnetism!" Jill rushed over from behind and slapped Steve on the back.

"Rogers, what are you still grinding, run for me, hurry up!"

The familiar tone made Steve's heart stop for a moment, and he seemed to be back in training camp again, hearing Colonel Phillips roar.

At this moment, the two voices overlapped, as if an angel was blowing a horn to him, calling the veteran to fight again.

His heart beat fast, and blood and strength returned to his body at the same time.

"Yes! I'm coming!" Steve answered loudly, raising his shield and rushing towards the towering wall.

Whether it was a prank by Eric or not, now he finally found the meaning of his existence again.

"Wherever I am, no matter what danger I face, I'm Steve Rogers and I'm Captain America."

Steve clenched his shield tightly, leaped across the steps and rushed up to the wall, joining the team fighting the zombies.

Outside the wall, there is an endless sea of ​​corpses.

In the middle of the sea of ​​corpses is a strong and fearless city.

Captain America fights here. (To be continued~^~)