[Comprehensive British and American] Space Patrolman Hydra

The blonde girl put her hand on Steve Rogers' shoulder, took a step back, stared into those blue eyes, and said excitedly.

"......what?"

Pushed away suddenly, Steve Rogers looked up in astonishment.

"Do you remember what Peggy told you when we were in the nursing home?"

The more Hydera thought about it, the more excited she became, she turned around several times with her hands behind her back, and her speech speed gradually became faster.

"She said she could always dream of you standing in a firework and dancing with her on the beach, and you told her that you would never miss the appointment—!"

She stopped the car sharply again, and turned to look at Steve Rogers, her eyes sparkling.

"...Want to know what Peggy's words mean?"

"I don't understand." Steve Rogers frowned, "Isn't that a dream—"

"I already have that dance."

—I already had that dance.

Hydera recounted the contents of the note Peggy left behind.

"According to what you said, she is a sober and realistic girl. It is impossible for her to leave you with a vague and meaningless sentence... So do you know what she is talking about?"

"What is she talking about?"

Steve Rogers asked blankly.

"She's expecting you."

— She is waiting for your appointment.

Goldilocks said softly.

"Andyoudid."

—and you did go.

Steve Rogers' heart was hammered suddenly, and at the same time he felt dizzy and dull.

"......how is this possible?"

He shook his head weakly.

"I did not go--"

"You can go."

Hydra interrupted him.

"Arnold, confirm the authority, confirm the time anchor avoidance rule, confirm the time vortex."

Arnold frowned in the Hydra neural network.

"But Boss—"

"Arnold." Hydera repeated, "Confirm."

"...Confirm authority, confirm time anchor, confirm avoidance, confirm time vortex."

"The gene locks of the β side chains are all released, and the space-time bubbles are locked."

Space-time—three-dimensional space multiplied by time—is not smooth and without any structure.Instead of being smooth, space-time is a mesh topology.When magnified to one billionth of the diameter of the visible hydrogen nucleus, space-time will be like a foam, constantly fluctuating, containing many small, constantly changing parts-here there is no clear boundary between space and time, but constantly transformed.

This is the so-called space-time bubble.

In the space-time bubble, the definition of space-time will be blurred, the anchor point of time will be loose, and the correction and flexibility will be higher, which means that it is easier to interfere.

"The release of the gene lock of the β side chain is confirmed, and the lock of the space-time bubble is confirmed."

Hyde stretches his hand and shakes Steve Rogers'.

"Let's go, she's waiting for you."

"Wait! Hydra!"

Steve Rogers suddenly had a terrible thought.But this appalling reasoning was so reasonable that it completely connected all his doubts and confusions in a flash.His eyes widened, and without thinking, he tried to stop Goldilocks from—

Gold glitters.

They disappear among rainbows and fountains.

[-].

new York.

Brooklyn.

Every night after the war is noisy and happy.

The women put down the hair coiled in the nurse's cap, changed into bright clothes again, moved out the grills sealed in the warehouse, wiped them clean, and set them up in the yard.Children ran under the street lamps that were always on all night, bought pate and milk, and then stepped on stools to hang star lights and star-spangled banners on trees and houses.The men changed their military uniforms and returned home in slightly yellowish but comfortable handmade shirts and overalls.Repair the broken roof, water the cracked road at the door, suddenly lift up the child who is working hard, hug the unsuspecting wife from behind, and then hide in the pub amidst excited screams and reproachful slaps, and once Friends who sell newspapers and work together and whistle to girls throw darts to fry golden flowers, and then laugh happily in the golden beer and snow-white foam.

In the brightly lit and noisy bar, there is only one place that is quiet.

Stoke Bar.

At eleven fifty at night.

No one knows who the girl in the blue dress sitting in the corner of the bar, facing the door, is waiting for.

She has been sitting there all night.In the early hours of the morning, the only people who were still drinking in the bar were men who had returned from the army and had nothing to do.She was just a woman, dressed up, drinking glass after glass, alone.

Dressed up, it means when she first entered the tavern.During the hours of waiting, piece by piece, she had unwound the magic of femininity.

first hour.

She changed from an elegant but tense posture with her legs together, to raising one leg and resting on the other. The high heels were no longer wrapped tightly, and the toes of the shoes hung on the feet, shaking slightly under the table.

second hour.

She took off her earrings and rubbed her swollen earlobes.Taking out the mirror to look at the lipstick, the plump and beautiful lip makeup has been diluted by glass after glass of wine, she hesitated for a while, then took out the lipstick and added a layer.

third hour.

The lipstick faded again, and this time she looked in the mirror and noticed that the carefully drawn eye makeup had gradually oxidized over time, and after some of it had worn off, she didn't try to save the fading magic anymore.

Fourth hour.

The temperature at midnight was too cool, even for a warm tavern.

She had shuddered several times.After an inelegant sneeze, she looked at the clock one last time - she had checked it countless times during the four hours - and it hit exactly the hour.

"Ding--"

"Ding--"

"Ding--"

Twelve times in a row.

As if I finally gave up on something.

The girl in the blue skirt sighed and finally relaxed.

The straight back is bent, the raised eyebrows are lowered, and the sunken shoulders are restrained, like a butterfly that is finally tired of flying and retracting its wings, returning from the miraculous midnight wearing a blue dress and glass shoes to a reality without magic.

She glanced at the clock again, the hour had passed.

——This dance never got a partner.

It is impossible to wait.

In silence, she put down her glass.

Putting on the coat, it covered the carefully ironed skirt.

Put on a hat and overwhelm the hairstyle that has been done for a long time.

He put on a scarf to cover up the necklace he bought all over the mall.

The brim of the hat was pulled down to cover his tired eyes.

"Bill, please."

She went to the bar and pushed the money to the owner.

"He missed the appointment?"

The owner stopped wiping the glass in his hand, and looked at the young girl in front of him with a pair of blue eyes full of concern.

The girl nodded.

"It looks like he won't be coming back."

"It's okay. Go back and have a good sleep, maybe tomorrow he will sit by your bed and wake you up with breakfast kiss."

The owner smiles.

The girl was taken aback, and then showed a very small smile.

"I hope so too."

She took back the change, took out one and put it on the table, stuffed the rest of the money into her bag, tightened the scarf, folded her hands and lowered her head, and walked towards the door.

"Jingle bell—"

At this time.

The wind chimes hanging by the door jingled.

She casually looked up and took a look.

Peggy Carter swears her whole life that she's really just, casually looking up.

Then froze in place.

door -

the person who—

Flying gold polished her eyes.

The clear blue ignites her soul.

......my Lord.

She opened her mouth wide and couldn't say a word.

She dared not even blink her eyes.

She didn't even breathe.

I can't wait to hold my heart tightly to stop that annoying thing from beating.

As if there was only a slight movement, the one who hit the iceberg and fell into the deep sea, and could not be traced at all, was standing at the door holding the bar doorknob, the blond soldier who was also looking at her.

...will disappear.

The warm yellow light of the bar sprinkled on his brilliant blond hair, which was so gentle that it was unreal.

"wear?"

cried the blond soldier.

"...Steve?"

The redhead couldn't believe it.

"I'm here."

said the blond soldier.

——The next second.

Peggy Carter burst into tears without warning.

The beautiful rose in full bloom choked and trembled, regardless of the image.

"You're still alive! You, you're back!"

She was shocked and choked up several times.

——The words that seemed to have been heard hit the golden soldier's chest.

He looked like he was about to cry too.

But in the next second, he showed a smile, tried to raise his eyebrows, and curled the corners of his lips, showing a happy expression.

"...Yes, Pei, I'm back."

"Why so long--so long--so..."

Rose, who is still as beautiful as he remembered, was crying tears, her young and lively face was so beautiful, so fresh, so...

...she's still alive.

That alone can make him dizzy.

"How could I have left my sweet girl?"

Steve Rogers slowly raised his hand, wiping away the tears that kept rolling down his cheeks.

The red-haired girl had tears on her face, and smiled in the next second.

"It's agreed to be on time at eight o'clock, and you are not allowed to be late."

She crossed her arms, lifted her chin, and motioned in the direction of the clock.That arrogant and flamboyant look, with sharp eyes, seems to have returned to the period when he was an instructor who never showed mercy on the training ground.

"You're four hours late, soldier."

—You're four full hours late, soldier.

Steve Rogers stood at attention and gave a military salute.

"Nooffence sir. I just met some trouble."

- No offense intended, I just ran into some trouble.

"no next time."

The red-haired girl said sullenly, then burst out laughing again.

"You're too late, the band is off work."

"I feel fine."

The blond soldier said seriously.

"Stoke's music is always so fast, I'm always worried about stepping on your feet."

Peggy Carter couldn't help squinting her eyes.

"...What, you want to run away?"

Steve Rogers chuckled.

"How come. My girl is all dressed up, I just want a different place."

He exited the bar, propped the door open, and stared at the red-haired girl who was still standing behind the door.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the beautiful magic that took a day to draw on the girl has completely disappeared.No bouffant hairstyles, flawless makeup, new, fitted dresses, and shiny glass slippers.

But when he bent down and solemnly extended his hand, she was still the most beautiful rose in the eyes of the prince at this moment.

"May I have this dance?"

The red-haired woman walked out of the bar without hesitation and pulled off her gloves.

The petals of the rose bloomed unreservedly in the palm of the prince.

"Definitely yes."

The author says:

BGM of this chapter and the next chapter: "MerryChristmasMr.LawrenceMainTheme(From"MerryChristmasMr.Lawrence")"——Sakamoto Ryuichi/BrusselsPhilharmonic.

Chinese name: "Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence"