[Comprehensive Yingmei] The target of the task came to the door

"Captain, what time is it?"

A hoarse roar came from the other end of the phone, and Steve subconsciously took the phone away.

"I--"

"Four in the morning!"

"Feel sorry--"

"It is shameful to disturb a lady's beauty sleep at this time."

"sorry--"

"I'm sorry, what do you want the police to do?" You can feel the anger of the other party being woken up through the phone.

Steve tightened his grip on the phone in his hand, pursed his dry lips, and before he could speak, he heard the other party sigh.

"Forget it, because you took the initiative to find me for the first time, I will reluctantly listen to it." The female voice on the phone comforted herself, but her tone was still gnashing her teeth, "You better have something important !"

It seemed that if it wasn't for something important, she would have crawled out of the phone and given someone a series of punches, plus a shadowless kick.

"You check someone for me."

"name."

"..."

"You should tell me quickly, I can go back to sleep after I finish the investigation earlier." The begging master was struggling for some reason, but the helper was in a hurry.

"Ian."

"Who?" The voice on the phone suddenly rose, turning the originally hoarse alto into a soprano.

Without waiting for Steve to answer, the woman said to herself: "Don't say you are Ian, the hero of World War II, that bamboo horse you grew up with?"

Steve considered how to say it properly, and this pause just gave the woman a chance to bombard him.

"It's really him? I said Captain, it's been more than 70 years, what else do you want to check? The information about him in S.H.I.E.L.D. It’s too late, it’s better that you know more!” The woman’s voice was full of speechlessness, can’t we wait until the daytime to find her about this matter?but--

"It is said that your little bamboo horse is very stunning, and is known as the number one flower in the army. When the news of his death came out, countless young men and women cried bitterly. Many admirers were dying, and morale was once low. Is it true? ?”

Steve felt a pain in his heart, as if a layer of sand rolled in his throat, he was too dry to speak.

"It's strange to say that as soon as he left, all the photos and video materials related to him were destroyed one after another due to various inexplicable reasons, so that now we can only listen to it as a legend. His booth in the museum is just In just a few words, he is simply the most enigmatic World War II hero."

Steve is clutching a dead pocket watch with a black and white photo of a big smile inside.The entire face was occupied by a small pocket watch, which looked quite abrupt, as if it had been cut out of a photo of an inappropriate size and forced into it.

The woman who said hi realized that the atmosphere was terribly silent, and realized that some of her words were inappropriate, so she tried apologetically, "Sorry, captain, I'm really just curious, nothing else."

"I know, Natasha." Steve took a deep breath and collected himself.

"I didn't want to check him. I saw a man with the same name and looks like him a few days ago."

"Uh... Captain, um..., you don't think he's still alive, do you?" Natasha struggled for a moment, but couldn't help asking.

The possibility of this happening was zero, and Natasha was afraid that someone would be sad again in vain.I heard that the two had a very good relationship back then and were inseparable. The captain must have not accepted the reality, especially since he still woke up after being frozen for 70 years.

This is not acceptable.As the captain's observation and evaluator, he couldn't let his old scars have not healed, and helped him to uncover the flesh and blood again.If the bald head finds out, his salary for this year will definitely be deducted.

"I..., I just..."

It's over, this man really thought so.Natasha didn't dare to stay paralyzed on the bed, and didn't plan to go back to sleep when she returned to the cage. She got up quickly, walked to the workbench, turned on the computer, and asked:

"The person you said looks alike, about what age, when and where did you meet?"

"22 three, no, 24 five years old?" Steve scratched his scalp angrily, "I'm not sure about the age, the Asian face is very young, but he has a mature temperament, otherwise he would be the same as Ian in my memory More like."

"Time and place." Saying this aroused Natasha's interest, and she just took a look at the legendary honor to see if it was worthy of the name.

"He was a hostage in the robbery of the New York Bank in Brooklyn half a month ago."

"Cool, hero save the beauty." Natasha whistled.

"Natasha..." Steve said helplessly.

Natasha's fingers fluttered, and she quickly entered keywords such as #Brooklyn New York Bank Robbery# on the keyboard, and a bunch of news announcements popped up.

"Captain, at least describe your appearance to me, or if there are any obvious features, there are so many people at the scene." Natasha quickly scanned through the photos, and none of the stunning Asian faces were seen. Instead, he was dazzled by the photos of a certain blonde man with various expressions.

"About 1.8 meters zero, with a slender body, black hair, and fair skin, you can remember it at first glance." Steve searched his brain and choked out a few words.

"Hehe." Natasha laughed dryly, "Captain, are you and that good gay friend who grew up together?" She seriously suspected that this gay friendship was fake.

"What is a friend? Of course we grew up together." We also ate the same bowl of rice, slept in the same bed, and passed through...

"Then your description is really specific." Natasha sneered.

Steve finally reacted and tried to rescue him: "He was wearing a pink and white shirt that day, and there were injuries on his head and the corner of his mouth. I remember that the reporter took a lot of photos, and it was easy to recognize him."

In fact, starting from the second day after the incident, Steve bought all the newspapers he could buy for half a month.Only two or three companies reported on the events of the day, and the photos showed an enlarged version of him, occupying almost the entire page.The content is still all about Captain America fighting the robbers, the hero reappears, blah blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Fortunately, Steve doesn't read news online, and he doesn't know that the focus of modern media and newspapers has shifted to the Internet.As long as he masters a little bit of the basic skills of the Internet age, he will be overwhelmed by the praise of Captain America in an instant 360 degrees without any dead ends.

Only he himself knows how regretful Steve is for not seeing the person he wanted to see.

"Captain, please answer a few questions seriously." Natasha's tone was suddenly serious.

"Uh..." The topic jumped too fast, and Steve's 90-something brain couldn't load.

"Have you often had nightmares recently?"

"Why are you..., still..., okay." Steve didn't want to admit it.

"Alright! Alright! Let's go!" Natasha's tone wanted to make these three words bold, bold and red, "If you hadn't been awakened by a nightmare, you would have called me at this hour, huh?"

"I--"

"Okay, next question." Natasha took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Do you often have previous episodes, especially painful memories, in your mind? Does the scene of Ian falling off the cliff recur?"

"Those I can't forget."

"Since waking up, have you often suffered from insomnia, have you suddenly felt very anxious, flustered, and sat for hours?"

"I've slept for 70 years, and I've had enough." Steve didn't think he had a big problem. "This is a completely strange world to me. I don't understand many things, and I can't adapt to it in a short time. It's normal to be a little anxious."

Natasha's heart skipped a beat, and her tone was a bit heavy: "Captain, I suggest you go to S.H.I.E.L.D. tomorrow and ask a professional psychiatrist to have a look."

"I'm not sick to see a doctor."

Natasha on the other side covered her forehead and kept building her heart: This is an old man who has just been out of the ice, be patient!

"Captain, you are a typical post-traumatic stress disorder. According to your answer just now, the current symptoms are relatively serious. If you let it go, you will not only have psychological problems, but also your physical problems." Natasha earnestly said.

"Thanks, I should be able to adjust myself."

"Adjust yourself? How do you adjust?" Natasha growled, going to his old man's house. "Captain, you have hallucinations, do you know that?"

"Impossible." The more he said, the more he said, and Steve sued his forehead.I don't know what that obstacle is, yet another hallucination?There are so many new diseases in the new era?

"Okay, don't you believe me?" Natasha walked around the room anxiously, "Can you use your mobile phone to look at the photos?"

"It should be..., yes." Steve was not very sure.

"I have read all the photos posted on the Internet and all the photos kept by the reporters at the scene, as well as the surveillance video of the scene, and even hacked into the mobile phones of the onlookers without permission. There is no one you mentioned. Except for the police and robbers There are still photos of the hostages, and the most left is your photo, do you want to see it?"

"How is it possible?" Natasha spoke so fast that Steve was dizzy.

Surveillance video?Hack your phone?How to invade?Regardless of the question mark on his forehead, Steve barely grasped the key information: there is no picture of him.

"Are you sure you saw a very similar person?" Natasha sighed, feeling uncomfortable, "Captain, if this is not a hallucination, tell me what it is?"

"He was injured, and I carried him out. There were many reporters taking pictures, and the flashes made people dizzy." Steve murmured, really confused.

"Hug?" Natasha raised her voice, ignoring the meaning of the word, "Have you ever had contact with him?"

"Yeah, I spoke to him and put him in an ambulance, but then he was blocked by reporters."

Natasha breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped down the overnight cold coffee on the table, "Captain, I thought you only saw him from a distance."

"It's fine if it's not a hallucination, it's fine if it's not a hallucination." Natasha repeated nervously.

"I told you I'm not sick."

"Not having hallucinations doesn't mean you're mentally healthy, and whether you're sick or not is up to you." Natasha snapped back, "Let me think about it, let me think about it."

"According to what you said, there will definitely be his photos. The only possibility of this situation is that he doesn't like to appear in the public eye, so he sent someone to clear the photos." Natasha analyzed.Compared with the captain having hallucinations, this result is obviously easier to accept.

"Then can you still find him?" Steve wondered.He doesn't know much about high technology, but Natasha looks very powerful, so there should be a way.

"Is there any more information, such as contact information and address?"

"I didn't have time to tell him too much, and he had already left when I arrived at the hospital."

Natasha rolled her eyes. Is this really the all-powerful, heroic, all-American idol?

"If there is a photo, it will be easy to find." After finishing speaking, she felt that it was useless, and Natasha was ready to find a needle in a haystack of people named Ian.

"Can I have a small black and white photo?" Steve hoped.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Natasha roared again, she really wanted to kill someone.

You didn't ask me again. — Wronged Baba Steve.

The image of an elegant and charming goddess collapsed! ——There is nothing in life to love Natasha.