Marvel, who rescued him? !

The United States has indeed won, but is the world really peaceful?

At least that's not what Steve saw.

He feels that the world is the same as in the past. There are still homeless people on the streets, and the alleys are full of drug addicts and gangs. Technology has indeed developed, but the peace and beauty he imagined have not completely arrived, and only the rich have People become richer, making poor people even poorer.

Maybe it was because he had been in this world for too short a time, and he felt that he was out of place here, as if the world was rejecting him.

So in his free time, he always walks alone on the street, looking at everyone in the world with his own eyes. He wants to see that the sacrifice of blood and fire was worth it.

He said with some hesitation: "Let's see."

"Okay!" Nick interrupted the conversation between the two and said:

"The more important thing now is to solve the problem of the returning clown. Captain, you can leave these philosophical thoughts until you go to bed at night. What we need now is to do it rather than think about it."

After glancing at Nick, Steve knew that there was no time to waste now, so he nodded and said:

"Then let me set off now. If my fear is to experience a war again, then I can still withstand all pressure and win the battle with the Red Skull again!"

Glancing at the peaceful town, he put on his uniform, which gave him infinite courage and represented his hope that he could make America a better place.

He jumped down from the top of the mountain and landed on the ground with his shield on his head. He looked around cautiously. There was nothing unusual around him, but Steve hesitated when he looked at the town in front of him.

If an old man walks out of the room, do you really want to punch him?

How should I be sure that this old man is real or fake?

It seemed that everything was not as simple as he imagined.

As soon as he took one step forward, everything around him changed. He looked around cautiously. It was as if he was trapped in a dark box.

Where he couldn't see it, the Resurrection Clown held a bright red balloon in his hand and placed it in front of him. His blood-red eyes stared intently at Steve spinning in the balloon, and he opened his sharp teeth in a sinister smile.

"Let's play a game..."

A voice came from his ear, and before he could react, the voice changed into another tone.

"Steve!? Why are you here?" Hearing this voice, Steve was stunned on the spot, not daring to turn around at all.

Bucky stepped forward and grabbed Steve's shoulders and said, "Go back quickly, it's very dangerous here!"

Steve's clenched fists instantly relaxed, and he looked back at Bucky with a complicated expression: "Bucky, I'm really happy to see you again, but I'm sorry, I have to..."

click-

The ground of the box suddenly collapsed, and Bucky accidentally fell into the hole. Under him was the endless abyss. Bucky lay on the edge with his hands, and as the sloping ground began to slide slowly, Bucky fluttered a few times and found that After it was too late, he yelled at Steve: "Steve! Go away! Leave me alone!"

"No—!" Regardless of whether this was true or not, Steve put down his shield and flew towards him, but at the moment when his fingers were about to grab Bucky, the ground collapsed again, and in his blue eyes, two The figures slowly reunited and fell towards the abyss.

"No!!" Like an inner demon, Steve's eyes turned red. It wasn't that he was not accepted by this era, but that he couldn't accept this era. He didn't want to forget those people of that era.

Steve jumped down from the hole, stretched out his hand and flew towards Bucky.

Just when he was about to catch Bucky, he suddenly fell to the ground. Bucky suddenly disappeared, and he was kneeling on one knee, and a spotlight hit him in the sky.

Before he could wake up from the last pain, Steve looked around and found that he was at a dance party.

In a light yellow warm tone, with a fluorescent crystal lamp shining above the head, to the familiar music, couples of men and women chatted and swayed on the dance floor, and everyone's face was red with happiness.

And he was wearing a military uniform, half-kneeling in the center of the hall

In front of him, Carter walked up in a beautiful dress, smiled and stretched out her hand, putting her hand in his.

Pulling him to stand up, Steve looked at Carter's hand in his hand, his thoughts in confusion.

This scene was too beautiful, even more beautiful than he imagined. He told himself more than once that it was fake, but looking at Carter's smiling face in front of him, he couldn't open his mouth no matter what.

Carter smiled and asked: "Don't you want to invite me to dance? Or maybe you have found a new dance partner."

Looking at Carter in front of him with light makeup, long eyelashes, and flaming red lips, Steve couldn't tell for a moment how long he had slept, and whether he had slept for 70 years.

"Are you serious?" Steve asked sadly.

"Why do you ask that?" Carter replied with a smile:

"How could I be real? Of course I am fake? Don't you... know?"

The warm and warm colors suddenly turned gray, the once beautiful decoration of the building lost its color and became dilapidated, the walls were covered with spider webs, and the dancing officers around them turned into ferocious bones.

Carter was naked and walked towards him with a dagger in her hand. With every step she took, she became older than before. Wrinkles climbed up her body, strands of white hair spread on her head, her skin began to wrinkle, and her flesh and blood lost its vitality:

"Steve, I've been waiting for you, I've been waiting for you!"

Carter's naked body was too old to look like, her body was covered with age spots, few teeth were missing, and there were only a few strands of gray hair left on her head. Only her chaotic eyes allowed Steve to still recognize him. Carter before.

"Steve...I've been waiting for you...for a long, long time...Do you still...love me?"

Looking at Carter approaching with a dagger in his hand, Steve's face became paler and paler. His right hand clenched into a fist, but he no longer had the courage to swing it out.

Carter just stepped closer, and then stabbed Steve in the chest with a dagger in his skinny hand.

The physical strength of her old age prevented her from piercing flesh, but the dagger in her hand had damaged her soul.

Fear, this is my fear, the fear that I cannot face...

Falsehood can make him sink, truth can make him despair.

The dagger dropped, and the old Carter in front of him lost all his strength, and his head fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.

He stretched out his hand to pick her up, but froze in place. Steve fell to his knees, staring blankly at the body in front of him, clutching his chest in pain.

"Steve..." Steve turned around and saw a face that was so old that he could hardly recognize it.

"Bucky~"