Without delay for a moment, they bought tickets for the midnight train to Hungary.

Both of them were exhausted from this day, and they fell asleep leaning against each other without knowing it. There were not many people on the train, and they sat in their own places piecemeal, so they were quite quiet. Behind them is a woman with a baby, and the sound of the clattering train lulls you to sleep.

Natalie was disturbed because she felt water on her face. It started raining outside the window at some point, and the raindrops slid across the glass window, leaving a trace. The window was not closed properly, causing the raindrops to be blown away. Come in.

He helped Max, who was sleeping on her shoulder, to lie on his side on the seat, and Natalie sat on the opposite side, pressed the window down, and fell silent looking at the night outside the window.

I don't know where it is, it's dark outside and I can't see anything clearly, but the rain is getting heavier and heavier, leaving traces on the window, and even the sound of the wind blowing can be heard inside , it must be cold.

After taking a breath, frost formed on the glass. Natalie hesitated for a moment, drew a circle with her index finger, and then drew another circle, but frowned and found that the circle she said was not standard enough. After the fog cleared, Only then did I realize that I was doing something stupid again.

What she just wanted to draw was Captain America's shield.

The painting on the glass disappeared immediately, and what was reflected was my own face, which was not clear, a little dazed and absent-minded.I shouldn't care about it. That's Captain America, the hero in everyone's mind. I should be content with kissing him, right?What's more, the captain obviously has someone he likes.

Trying to equate Captain America with the chick before the serum injection, Natalie felt that she really didn't care so much.

Whatever it was, Peggy had a rare crush on someone, and had liked one from the start, and they were a match made in heaven.Natalie didn't know why she felt like she was being grabbed, and Peggy's vision was better than hers. Damn it, she lost again.

I took out a small mirror from my pocket, and what I saw was a familiar but unfamiliar face, because Natalie hadn’t taken a good look at herself for a long time during this period of fleeing life. Many people have said that Natalie Li was beautiful, but unlike Peggy's stately beauty, she looked like a bad girl.

Blue eyes, like glass, golden hair, like sunshine.It was supposed to be what the Nazis thought a superior person should look like, and she loved her looks, but that didn't mean she thought it was right.

It didn't matter much to her though, she'd done her job, fought for the British Empire, and now it wasn't time to go back into the fight, obviously, she was sick.

Compared with glory, she cherishes her life more.

The training in the army still brought her some other influences, like her disguise, sometimes she couldn't even remember what she was like when she was a child.

But it’s definitely not like it is now, with pale cheeks without any color, a little redness in the eyes, blond hair as dry as grass, dry and cracked lips, and blue eyes under the eyes, looking like a sick ghost, Natalie thought .

Fortunately, no matter what, Natalie was convinced that she had returned to her original state. Although her complexion was a little ugly, she touched her cheek, probably in need of some nutrition.

Suddenly, Natalie found that the mirror seemed to be shaking a little. Natalie closed the mirror in doubt, but found that it was shaking even more... as if... suddenly came to life.

The idea that popped up in her mind was incredible to Natalie herself. She threw the mirror on the chair, only to find that it wasn't just the mirror, the whole train seemed to start to shake.

Holding the handle on the side of the seat, Natalie suddenly remembered that time on the plane, and it seemed to be the same. She turned her gaze to Max who was supposed to be asleep.

The eyes are tightly closed, but the brows are also deeply furrowed, the mouth seems to be talking about something in sleep, the fists are clenched tightly, and even blood seeps out, Natalie feels a little pain in the heart when she looks at it .

Although the woman sitting in the back seat was also frightened, she was still trying her best to comfort her crying child. It seemed that the child had been crying since she just woke up, and now it was even more miserable.

Everyone on the train was so frightened by the shaking that they woke up from their dreams, and started shouting in panic to find the conductor. Even so, Natalie just held onto the handle tightly and stared at Max quietly.

Suddenly the violent shaking stopped, and the conductor came to appease the restless crowd. After hearing that only their carriage had shaken, everyone decided to move to other carriages. Natalie took the awakened Marx's hand also drifted to the next compartment.

Some people even preferred to go to the front car for safety, and after hearing what happened in the next car, many people also felt uneasy and decided to move their positions.

But this has absolutely nothing to do with the carriage, so I found a quiet corner to sit down, and Natalie continued to sit opposite Max.

Then he calmly watched him wipe off the cold sweat that just broke out in his dream with the back of his hand, found the scar on the palm of his hand, wiped off the blood with a tissue, then looked down at the stained sheet without saying a word. A blood-stained paper towel.

"Max, is there anything you want to tell me?" After a moment of silence, Natalie lowered her voice while looking into Max's eyes after the crowd had entered the drowsy state again.

Looking up at her numbly, Max's eyes were a little empty. He was still immersed in the nightmare just now and he didn't come back to his senses. It was the broken cry of the baby that lured him into the dream. In the dream, he died because he failed to control the coin. His mother, and the person who forced himself to use the ability, laughed loudly and patted Max on the shoulder, then stuffed the coin into his hand, telling him that this ability is simply amazing.

One day, he will kill him!

Hatred is like a seed that has been buried in the heart for a long time, and now it is only gradually sprouting.

"No, it's nothing." Throwing the tissue into the trash can under the table, Max took out two pills from his backpack and handed them to Natalie. This is what the doctor ordered. Eat once in a while.

Take the pill.Natalie mixed it with water and swallowed it. The medicine was so bitter that even her tongue seemed to be numb. Maybe Max really experienced a lot of things, maybe those things were the source of his abilities.

The pain of the pill was still on her tongue, but Natalie suddenly lost her desire to know the truth again.Charlie lived in such a dull and silent life because he knew too much, and he himself, in order to live more easily, pursued too many things that were really unnecessary.

He has a secret, and he doesn't want to tell himself, so forget it, he is not the savior, he wants to save everyone, and now she can't protect herself, so sending him to Sweden is the best of humanity.

The greater the power, the greater the responsibility, and ordinary people like myself only need to protect what they can protect. Being brave is not brave, but stupid.

Let him leave those secrets to others to answer.

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