I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

"so……"

Just as Steve spoke, there was a sudden shaking.

He is now flying a bomber.

John was next to him, raising his finger.

"Shh-"

Pointing at the console, he motioned for him to look over.

Steve looked at the channel showing the connection and knew where it was.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Peggy."

On the other end of the conversation was his loved one, Agent Carter, who was having his last call with him.

"I chose to do this."

This was the time he was about to die flying a bomber, and he remembered it here.

"Peggy."

"I'm here."

Steve looked at the clouds outside the driver's seat and pursed his lips. Knowing his ending, he chose to change his words.

"I love you."

There was no sound on the other end of the communication conversation.

The plane dived out of the clouds, and in front of us was a glacier.

Steve smiled bitterly and finally said those words.

Unfortunately, no response.

suddenly.

"I love you, Steve."

Agent Carter's voice sounded, "Next Saturday at the Stork Club, eight o'clock sharp, no late arrivals."

Steve heard this and showed a relieved smile, "I still can't dance."

"I will teach you," Carter's voice was filled with infinite tenderness, "just come."

"Remember to let the band play soft music." He smiled as he looked at the ground getting closer and closer, "I don't want to step on your feet."

After this sentence, there was no reply from the other side.

Signal terminated.

And the plane has come to an end.

It was endless coldness and darkness.

Steve sat in the driver's seat, his eyelids moving.

There seemed to be a layer of ice, and after moving a few times, he finally opened his eyes.

Cold, exhaling a white breath.

He looked around in confusion and stood up from the cold driver's seat.

"I thought you were going to sleep in your dream." John was wearing a retro suit just like when they first met.

"Why am I still here?" Steve wondered, "What is that?"

He pointed to the endless darkness behind John.

John looked back and said, "Your memory stopped here."

"Because there is none, there is no next paragraph."

Steve nodded sadly.

John asked, "Are you ready to wake up, Steve?"

"I..." Steve thought of the agreement with Carter, and asked, "Can I still see her?"

John thought for a while, "I think it should be okay."

"Forgive me for not doing much preparation."

According to time calculation, Agent Carter should be over 90 years old, right?

Well, probably still alive.

There is nothing wrong with John saying this.

Steve breathed a sigh of relief when he heard John's answer.

"Get ready, we're about to go."

John smiled at Steve and said, "Are you nervous about going to the unknown future?"

As the man who ended Hydra, Steve smiled like an American sunshine boy, "I'm always here for you."

Maybe this time, I can go to the dance.

Carter would forgive himself for being a little late.

He didn't know how long he had missed it.

Steve walked toward the darkness, his footsteps echoing into his ears as he stepped on them.

"You haven't told me your name yet," Steve stopped and looked back.

Standing on the edge of darkness, John chuckled: "John, John Wick."

"John Wick." Steve smiled as he thought about the name in his mouth, "I will invite you..."

"I don't dance," John interrupted, a wand gradually appeared in his left hand, "As long as you remember me, I don't mind buying you a drink."

Wand waving.

John's body disappears.

Steve didn't look back and walked straight into the darkness.

After walking for who knows how long, he saw a little light.

He quickened his pace and walked over. The light in front of him gradually grew bigger, and finally, it was so big that it covered everything.

...

In the ward.

"Another pitch, a high-flying foul ball!"

The commentary on the radio woke up the blond man in the hospital bed.

His eyelids trembled and he slowly opened his eyes.

What catches the eye is the white ceiling and the slowly rotating fan blades.

The smell of disinfectant entered his nose. Steve looked around and sat up from the bed with confusion on his expression.

"Rizzo scores! Reiser runs to third base!"

The sound of a Dodgers game on the radio caught his attention.

The rooms in the 40s, from the walls to the small objects, are all in the style of that era.

The white door opened, and a female agent wearing clothes of that era walked in.

She looked at Steve and smiled.

"Good morning, or rather good afternoon."

...

John is in the underground garage lab.

The phone next to him rang, and he focused on stirring the crucible.

"It's Miss Romanoff, sir."

John picked up the vibranium contained in the box and said, "Connect."

"You made Fury very angry."

Natasha's smiling voice sounded in the laboratory.

It seemed that she was happy that her old leader had suffered.

A smile appeared on the corner of John's mouth, and his right hand was covered with silver, "Equivalent exchange, this is the reward I deserve."

"Fury will help you solve the company's billing issues." Natasha obviously understood John's character.

He picked up the vibranium in his right hand, and the five purple gems on the back of his hand glowed.

"One yard, one yard," John curled his lips, "That is the property of the American government, and you have to pay some money to make it valuable."

The uneven piece of vibranium began to melt in his right hand, turning into a silver liquid and beginning to penetrate into the glove.

John said calmly: "And I also solved the problem for him. It's worth every penny."

Natasha said: "Okay, let's not talk about this."

"You'd better be careful during this time."

"What, Fury is coming to kill me and get my things back?"

"No," Natasha's voice was solemn, "Kingpin may want to take action against you."

"Your lawyer uncovered the Union Construction scandal. Hell's Kitchen has been in turmoil lately, and Kim isn't letting it go."

"I hope he gives me a reason to take action," John smiled. "Maybe I can just kill him and solve the problem."

"Your father has always emphasized order and rules," Natasha said helplessly, "You don't want to destroy those orders, do you?"

The foundation of the underground alliance is rules.

Directly killing a member of the high table would probably make the rest of the group not believe in order.

John sighed, "Well, it's my father's property."

Hearing him relent, Natasha also breathed a sigh of relief.

When he was about to hang up the phone, he heard John ask casually: "Where are you?"

"Me?" Natasha said mysteriously, "Siberia."

"Be safe," John said. "Your vacation is a bit long."

Natasha smiled playfully; "I'm honored that I haven't been fired yet."

"It's not that much money short," John said with a smile as the vibranium in his hand had all been integrated into his right hand, "Be careful."

"Similarly, stay safe, Mr. Wick."

The call was hung up, and Natasha looked at the phone in a daze.

...

The door to the underground laboratory was opened.

John knew who it was without looking up. The silver in his right hand retracted into a ring. He turned around and said helplessly: "If you send the documents tomorrow, I can give you a piece of gold."

Moss said: "Welcome, Miss Xiao."

Hattie raised her eyebrows and said, "Some things can't wait."

"Okay," John resigned, "put the stuff over there."

"You're looking more and more like Tony Stark." Hatty walked over and put down the file and complained, "Pepper said he has been staying in the laboratory too."

"That's because he looks like me. Also," John looked confused, "When did you have such a good relationship with Miss Potts?"

Weren't we still tense when we last met?

"Friendship between women."

Hattie walked around the pungent-smelling cauldron, a look of disgust on her face.

"Can you eat here?"

"So I usually don't eat." John replied.

"Sir," Moss said, "there is an intruder."

John also discovered that the thief-detecting curse responded.

"Turn out the surveillance."

moss releases surveillance.

The masked man was approaching with a weapon fitted with a silencer.

Hattie's eyes narrowed.

John almost wanted to applaud, "It's really here."

Just now Natasha reminded me that this is coming.

Soldiers are expensive and quick.

Watching those people check the room step by step.

John saw Hattie walking outside, "Where are you going?"

Hattie said without looking back: "Call the police."

"Call the police?" John blinked. Call the police. Do you need to go out and call the police?

Hattie walked out of the door and lifted up her skirt, revealing two guns strapped to her thighs.

She pulled it out with one hand and entered the elevator with a calm expression.

A killer searches the room to no avail and prepares to change places.

Wait in front of the elevator.

"Ding."

The elevator door opens.

Just as the killer was about to enter, a gun stretched out from the ceiling of the car and pulled the trigger.

The killer fell to the ground, and a person fell quickly.

Immediately afterwards, there was a feast of killing.

Sitting in the laboratory, John exclaimed: "It's the first time I've seen someone besides my mother wear a skirt and be so capable."

In the surveillance video, Hattie jumped up in a sprint, clamped the killer's neck with his legs, spun around and used his strength to knock him down.

She likes it when a killer shows up and is shot down by her.

As if entering an uninhabited land, quickly eliminate all killers.

...