[Zhongyingmei] The superheroes I bought in those years

Men and women frolicking in the afterglow bring youthful vitality to this beach.

And the wheelchair, or more precisely, the lady sitting quietly in the wheelchair, is the filter that transforms this vitality into a gentle serenade.

She seems to take all the laughter and laughter around her into her arms, but she herself is peaceful and lonely.

Patricia looked at her.

According to the concept of people on earth, this woman is no longer young.

She has dry and curly white hair, wrinkles all over her cheeks, and darker age spots on her already sagging skin.

But she has a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, although muddy but sober reddish-brown, filled with years, experience and wisdom, and with sharp scrutiny.

Being watched by this woman, Patricia has a sense of crisis that has been seen through her whole body.

Two long and meandering wheelchair traces extend here from the other end of the coast. Although they are not so straight to avoid some beach chairs and volleyball nets, the traces are not messy.

——Obviously, the owner of the wheelchair still has strong arm strength and mentality due to years of exercise.

Although the wheelchair restricted her movement, it could not imprison her spirit.

Just like her spine, which is no longer hard with the passage of time, but still straight.

Soft and tough.

Both tolerant and stubborn.

She is guns.

Also roses.

……

Patricia was almost obsessed with it.

This lady must have been in battle.Patricia thought firmly.Just like Xia Xia's mother.

She must have weaved through gunfire and laughed in the cab of a military jeep.

The gale with dust brushed her arm, but the ammunition fired from her hand was faster than the howling wind.

Her bright face is as stunning as a rose with thorns.

Every stupid soldier loves her, but they can't get her.

She must be the brightest pioneer on the battlefield, and the blood of the enemy will only make her move forward.

Indomitable—until the end of the war.

The brunette turned sideways, changed her direction, and walked towards the wheelchair.

The lady in the wheelchair looked at her calmly and clearly, at this "uninvited guest".

Patricia, the uninvited guest, stood still in front of her, then squatted down on one knee, looked at her and said:

"You are beautiful, lady."

"I'm Patricia."

"May I have this luck... do you know your name?"

The late beauty looked at her and smiled slowly.

The deep crow's feet and nasolabial folds bloomed with her smile, but no matter what, she couldn't suppress the beauty of those eyes.

"Peggy," said the beauty.

"—Peggy Carter."

……

He is a man of the past.

The old-fashioned radio rustled, playing news from 70 years ago.

Steve Rogers has been thinking a lot lately about the day he was first dug out of the ice.

The government guy had created a botched scene to trick his senses, but it didn't help much.

Waiting for Steve to wave away those agents, smash through the walls, and rush into the streets intertwined with neon lights and billboards...

He is still too shocked to speak by the sensory shock spanning 70 years.

For more than half a century, the torrent of time roared and slapped him, trying to wash away those people and those things.

The war is over.

America has won.

However, no matter how clear his memory is, his comrades, his past, his Bucky... are no longer alive.

This thought was like a knife sealed by frost, piercing his soul one by one.

why.Steve thought.why me.

The world seemed to play a huge joke with him, freezing him on the bottom of the sea, and gifting him with no consciousness for 70 years...

Fate brought an outdated man into the 21st century.

He didn't understand what it meant.

Captain America is no longer needed in this era. Perhaps even the Smithsonian Museum commemorating his death is more meaningful than him.

In fact, he had vaguely sensed the government's embarrassing attitude.

A living Captain America is like a hot potato, but also like a chicken rib, it's a pity to throw it away if it's tasteless.

——Although he is blond and blue-eyed, he still has a bit of political acumen.

(American Prejudice: Blonde with no brains)

For more than half a month after waking up, he obediently accepted the national strategic defense attack and logistics...whatever the arrangement of the bureau, and worked hard to adapt to this colorful new world.

He behaved as usual.

But only in the dead of night, when he stood alone by the window of his bachelor apartment, he looked at the unextinguished lights outside the window, the taillights of passenger planes across the sky, and the arrogant and conspicuous logo of Stark Tower...

This veteran from the last century will show a little uneasiness and vulnerability.

However, he had fooled others, but not Natasha Romanov.

Yesterday, the red-haired female agent with amazing looks and skills brought him news-a news that no one else had told him-that Peggy Carter was still alive.

At night, he tossed and turned, not knowing what attitude he should use to meet her, and he didn't make up his mind until dawn.

There is an old saying in China that people feel timid when they are close to their hometown, and he thinks it makes sense.

He once owed her a dance.

……

"Peggy..."

Patricia repeated Peggy Carter's name in a low voice, looked at her red-brown eyes, and couldn't help saying: "I like the color of your eyes, you must be very suitable for red."

Red lips, green military uniform, it must be beautiful.

Patricia thought that if Paige was dressed like this now, she would be beautiful too.

Perhaps in the aesthetics of people on earth, this wrinkled old state is not beautiful.

But for a centaur who wanders among various races in the universe all year round, plump skin is beautiful, and so are old wrinkles.

Her brother was infatuated with a green-skinned Zehuberi woman, and her best friend, Nebula, had blue-purple patchwork skin like waxed leather.

People of one race are even twilight from birth, and gradually die "young" as they grow older.

Patricia has seen all kinds of beauties, and she especially loves this kind of beauty after war and time.

Paige froze for a moment in the wheelchair.

Her eyelashes trembled, as if she remembered something: "... 70 years ago, a person once said this to me."

Patricia let out an "oh", guessing with a little jealousy, "Is it your husband?"

"No." Unexpectedly, Peggy denied, "It's a silly little man."

"...he once owed me a dance."

Patricia blinked.

Goofy little guy?

Ah, sounds like a weak chicken, or a weak chicken that doesn't keep its word.

Sure enough, men don't have a good thing.

But, since that is a weak chicken, why does the beauty in front of her look so sad?

Earthlings are so hard to understand.

……

Peggy Carter looked at Patricia.

This young girl has scarlet eyes, deep facial features, and a silver-blue pearlescent paint on her face.

There was something about her that was unbridled, like a wild vine growing wildly.

When she got close, Peggy could even tell that her pupil color was not caused by the colored contact lenses that young people love.

——Artificial lenses will not have such unique scarlet muscle fibers like the starry sky and sea waves, nor will they have such a natural pupillary sphincter that contracts and changes when facing direct light.

What's more, Patricia's squatting posture and the tightening state of every bone and muscle in her body seem to be the effect that can only be achieved after perfect training.

At first glance, he is not an ordinary person.

If Peggy was ten years younger, she might still have the sense of responsibility to "report special people to S.H.I.E.L.D.".

But she is old.

Her weakened body told her that she was running out of time.

The battle between those special humans and ordinary people, the blood of those mutants who were labeled as "alien races"...

Those wars, conflicts of interests and alternation of power...

There have been too many in her life.

This is no longer her time and future.

Whether it's mutants, aliens, superpowers created by various weird reasons, or even aliens... they are all part of the future possibilities of this world.

So, even though she has noticed it, Peggy still pretends not to notice anything—maybe this little girl named Patricia is also pretending that she did not notice what she has already discovered—said softly:

"This little guy in your arms...is a Tibetan fox?"

"I've seen this kind of cutie, in the ancient oriental country, China."

"They don't like water very much."

……

Patricia looked down.

Fofo, who was quietly rubbing the moisture from his body onto Patricia's dried clothes, stopped and licked his hair as if he hadn't done anything.

As a result, I licked a tongue of salt particles.

Patricia: "..."

She stretched out her hand silently, rubbing its fox face into twists.

She didn't know where China was, but she had heard Peter Quill mention Chinese food before.

Fofo is of course an alien creature. Although it looks like a Chinese Tibetan fox, in fact, it has nothing to do with Tibetan foxes in terms of blood relationship or recipes.

The term Tibetan fox was told to her by Xingjue from Earth.

Patricia asked Peggy while holding Fofo, "Do you like it?"

Paige nodded.

Patricia said seriously: "You like it, I like you."

Peggy froze for a moment, and couldn't help laughing out loud: "What is the causal relationship?"

Patricia asked back: "Why is ar□□enlike awriting-desk (why is a crow like a writing desk)?"

Paige couldn't answer.

Patricia held out a hand to her: "Because I like you."

——Why is a crow like a writing desk?because I like you.

——I like you for no reason, because a crow is like a writing desk for no reason.

……

Even a well-informed and well-informed Peggy Carter was stumped by this love story, unable to laugh or cry.

However, the young girl who was talking about love soon lost her face because of grievances: "Is it useless? My brother always hits the target with this hand."

Peggy looked at the corners of her drooping eyes pretending to be aggrieved, and finally couldn't hold back, laughing loudly.

"If I had been a few decades younger, boy, you would have done it."

Patricia looked up at her and grinned too.

She stood up, patted the sand sticking to her body, and stretched out her hand again.

This time, Paige's wrinkled hand rested in hers-flat palm.

"In order to comfort the sadness of my failed confession, let me ask you to dance, my beauty!"

Patricia put Fofo on her shoulders and called out cheerfully.

Although she said "sad" in her mouth, she didn't look sad at all, and she was extremely free and easy.

She bent down and performed a knight salute, and reached out to touch Peggy's wheelchair. The wheelchair seemed to come to life suddenly, and it slowly turned around with the girl's walking steps.

The setting sun is about to dip into the horizon.

On the beach, I don’t know who played the music:

"Doodaditdoodaditdoodaditdooda~"

"There is a port on western bay~"

The wheelchair turned briskly and gently, moving forward and backward, like a cheerful little waltz.

Patricia bowed her head, kissed the back of Peggy's hand, and smiled at Peggy with raised eyebrows and eyes in this posture.

Those scarlet eyes reveal a kind of thick, flowing honey-like tenderness.

"Let me ask you to dance," she said.

"—it won't be 70 years late."

……

Not far from the beach, a Harley motorcycle stopped at the intersection.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed Steve Rogers hugged his helmet, standing more than ten meters away from the music and the wheelchair, and happened to hear the girl's words with quadruple hearing.

stunned.

The author has something to say:

Shi Aiguo:? ? ?

①*Why is a crow like a writing desk? —from "Alice in Wonderland"

②Hahahahahaha no one guessed it!I will pick a few reasonable comments and send out red envelopes!

③Patricia’s sexual orientation is precisely polysexual/pansexual, because she also loves non-human creatures, her definition of beauty belongs to alien aesthetics, but this article is indeed romantic (Steve:…… ).

④ Xia Xia's ability is exposed, can you guess it?