[Captain Detective] Captain Detective

[PC: Maybe he will come tomorrow, maybe never again. 】

Year after year, day after day, you will lose interest in life after living for a long time.

I’m fine. I’ve lived a long time, spanning the 21th and [-]st centuries. The first half of my life was full of wars and passions. Although the second half of my life was busy communicating with others in politics, there was less passion and more troubles, but at least it is fulfilling.

When I first realized I had Alzheimer's, I suddenly wondered why I had to live so long.

Compared with my later life as a superior, I miss the glorious years of obeying orders and acting on the battlefield of World War II.At least, to put it mildly, I was pretty at that time.

I didn't hate dry mine that much, but one morning, my niece, Sharon, brought the news—

"We found Captain America...Captain America alive."

What kind of mind did I have to reject the reunion with Steve in the first place, and how desperately wanted to meet him?I'm too old to remember.

I just remember, that afternoon, I was lying on the bed, and the autumn wind blew a red dead leaf from the window.so beautiful.I suddenly wanted to see my still youthful lover of the century.

I still owe him a dance, a date.

He came quickly and stayed a long time.How long have you been here?I thought, since he said he wanted to watch a movie with me, with his personality, at least the length of a movie should be there.

what was that movie calledI just remember that it was a once famous love tragedy movie.As sad as I am, I can't remember the name of the movie, and I can't remember the plot of the movie.But at least, I still remember Steve watching that movie with me.

In the afternoon sun, he was still so young and handsome, without any trace of the passage of time, exactly the same as the him deeply buried in my memory.But it was so different—his frown.

Oh my dear Steve, what the hell are you feeling sad about?Passing time, lost friends, or aging lovers?

The movie was still playing, and I wanted to squeeze his hand and ask that question aloud.But in the end, I could only be held by him, and I fell asleep before the end of the movie.

In the dream, the battlefield was still full of artillery fire.I sat in the passenger seat of an off-road vehicle, and in the rearview mirror, I painted bright red lips.

"Peggy..." someone called me.

When I turned around, Steve was smiling happily at me in his signature uniform.

I leaned over to touch his face, to kiss his lips.However, what I finally encountered was the brow that seemed to be carved into his forehead.

He said, "Peggy..." the lips were moving and the guns were too loud for me to hear.

It suddenly snowed in the sky, and I watched Steve was covered in ice and snow, silently.

The next week, Steve came again.

He seems to have made an agreement with Anna and the others to come and accompany me every week. When Anna brought the medicine for me, she kept praising him: "...he is really considerate of not disturbing your recuperation."

Of course, Steve has always been considerate and gentle.I smiled quietly, took the medicine and took it, and got tired after a while.

Anna tucked me in and I fell into a deep sleep.When I woke up again, the sky was dark and there were shadows in the room.And sitting in the shadow beside the bed was a familiar figure, it was Steve who had promised to come in the afternoon.

Is he sitting here while I'm asleep?

Steve smiled. "Good evening, Peggy."

So naturally, it led me to say, "Good evening, Steve." Everything was so smooth, it seemed to have happened a thousand times.

Most of the time he comes, I don't have the strength to talk for long.So most of the time he is the one talking.

He talked a lot.

For example, as soon as he woke up, he was dragged to the battlefield against the aliens by the current director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and he was disgraced. Now that he thinks about it, he is still holding back his anger.However, he met a DCPD female police officer who later became his neighbor on the battlefield. She actually skipped work and went to New York to buy chocolate.This made me especially want to laugh.

"She's a person with supernatural powers," Steve said. "She can predict the short future."

In my career in this life, I have seen many supernatural beings, and I am not surprised at all.It's just that the female police officer's ability sounds quite fresh.

In the anecdotes of his life that he told later, there was always more or less the figure of the female police officer.

Why do you help make breakfast, insist on cutting his hair and shaving him, ride in her police car after a chance encounter on the street, leave the dog in bed for him to take care of in the morning, talk so much all day without getting tired...etc etc.

Although I have never seen this female police officer before, I can imagine in my mind that she is wearing a police uniform, with a sweet and amiable smile and a heroic demeanor, a calm and habitual nonsensical appearance all day long.

Steve didn't realize it, but I, as a less-than-smart listener, did—this officer, I'm afraid, has a crush on him.

It seems inappropriate for me, an ex-girlfriend, to expose this point, but it is unlikely for this love nerd to find out by himself.It's really hard for the female police officer who tried her best to please him.

Seeing that we all fell in love with the same person, I decided to help her: "Steve..."

"…well, Peggy." Steve interrupted his on-going babbling - probably an infection from the female police officer.

"Steve..." I tried to speak to him in the gentle tone I used to, "If you meet someone who is very patient and kind to you...don't lose her."

"……she?"

"of course."

Steve smiled, a little sadly: "Okay, I promise you."

I had that dream again that night.

The snow was still falling all over the sky, and Steve was still standing there covered in snow.I can only watch quietly, can't do anything.

I still hear him say, "Peggy...I..."

Recently, my Alzheimer's disease tends to become severe. I often forget today's date, whether I have eaten, and whether I have taken the medicine Anna gave me.

The only thing that is still clear is Steve who comes on time every week.Every time he comes, I realize that it's Friday again.

I remind myself all the time, don't forget who he is, don't forget his name.

And today he is still talking about his peaceful modern life, and the naughty female police officer appears and disappears according to the usual practice.

Originally Steve was smiling happily, but I was suddenly stunned.In a trance, the figures of the lover on the battlefield and the lover in front of him swayed, gradually overlapping, and gradually separating.

It seems that everything is just a fantasy, a daydream of a dying old lady lying in bed bored.

I heard someone calling my name, but it didn't seem to be my name.My name is Peggy or Ellie?I have no idea……

Then I asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

The call stopped suddenly, and the overlapping and separated illusions turned into phantoms. Someone held my hand, tightly, tightly.

I saw him, blond and blue-eyed, young and handsome, with gentle and vicissitudes in his eyes, and a sad face.

"Peggy," he asked very softly, "do you remember me?"

The first sentence that comes to my mind is "I remember", but I can't remember his name, his identity, and I don't want him to be sad.

So I softly replied, "I don't know who you are," he looked sad, and I continued, "But I want you to stay."

He smiled, looking sad and happy.

I asked again: "Will you stay?"

"I will." He held my hand, and the warmth not only came from his words, but also from his hands.

This familiar temperature brought back memories, and I remembered my lover of the century.God, what did I say... I feel like the tears are getting out of control: "I'm sorry...Steve...I'm sorry..."

I forget nothing, should not forget you.

Steve shook his head slightly, grabbed my hand, pressed it on his cheek, and lowered his eyes: "It's okay, Peggy, look, don't you remember now?"

If you think about it today, you may think about it tomorrow, but you may not be able to think about it later.You have the confidence to remind me of you, but I don't have the confidence to remember you.

But after this round, my forgetfulness has eased, and my narcolepsy has gotten worse, but at least I haven't forgotten Steve for a long time.

Steve still comes every Friday afternoon.But every time, I fell asleep.He would wait by the bed until I woke up, and then chat with me - but gradually, I woke up later and later, and he waited longer and longer.

The content of the chat is still his recent life.

It is a very pleasant process to listen to an outdated person adapting to society a little bit.It's just that I don't understand many things he said - such as DC movies, such as Apple's mobile phones.After all, I am old enough to be truly outdated.

I'm very interested in everything he said.But at the end of next spring, when the spring breeze blew through the window, I suddenly realized that the female police officer who had been active in his whining words had disappeared for a long time.

Steve has new friends, including Howard's son, a former Russian agent, a perfect archer who likes cookies, a doctor who is almost invincible when he is angry, and even a god from a distant God Realm.

They often work together, go out on missions together, have dinner together, complain together, and expose each other's background together.I can hear the joy in his words.

But what about the female police officer who accompanied him back then?Will she still miss him?

"Steve..." I couldn't help asking him, "Your neighbor...that female police officer, what's his name?"

Steve's smile narrowed, and his chin drooped helplessly: "Her name is Eleanor Sallers, but she likes being called Ellie. She's my neighbor, but..." Steve raised his blue eyes, "Last November She left at the beginning of the month and went to London."

"...Why?" I opened my eyes wide.

"Oh, that's right," Steve explained, "Ellie was demoted because she was caught skipping work. Her superiors valued her and hoped that she would be reinstated. But she was not sure when she was given the chance several times, and finally put her The officer was furious. Last year, DCPD had an exchange agreement with Scotland Yard in London, and her officer dumped her at Scotland Yard."

Ah, this is really bad for the female police officer."How soon will she be back?" I asked.

"I don't know, but she said it would take at least three years." Steve lowered his voice as he spoke, and finally almost muttered, "It's only been less than half a year..."

Seeing his unhappy expression, I faintly sensed something, and asked, "Steve... haven't you contacted her?"

"Yes, she often sends emails to inquire about the condition of her foster nephew in my house," Steve said. I know that nephew is actually a pet kept by a female police officer, but I found Steve's expression a little depressed, and he continued, " He only asked it, but didn't mention me a word. When he left, he was very straightforward. He threw the tofu to me and ran away. He didn't give the dog food and didn't say anything, and he didn't send the child support..."

Steve who talked non-stop, Steve who had small emotions, Steve who was concerned... Steve sitting in front of me, I suddenly felt great comfort.

From Steve in the 40s to the new century, he is fresh, bright and full of vitality.

That's how he puts me at ease.

While relieved, I regretted it again.

How much I wish Steve could enjoy those 70 years with me, to see the days when I used to dominate the political arena, to see my fresh and gorgeous appearance, and to see my dancing appearance.

I can't let go.

I'm mortal, and I get jealous too.Jealous of that female police officer in her prime and youth, enough to have a vigorous love affair with Steve.As for me, my memory is gradually fading, and my life is facing destruction.

Now I am destined to be unable to fulfill the dance contract I once made with him.

The person I'm jealous of will one day have a chance that I can't have.The most enviable thing is that she will accompany Steve to grow old.

The jealousy didn't burn in me for long.

Because the person I am jealous of is also the person I am solemnly grateful for. She was by his side when Steve was struggling with reality, and she was the one who offset Steve's loneliness.

It will be her who will love him instead of me.

that's enough.Enough for me to thank her frankly.

I grab Steve's hand.He always grabbed my hand and kissed it before, but this time I wanted to kiss his hand.

"Peggy...?"

I smile: "Steve, you haven't shown me a picture of her until now."

"Uh, I seem to have my phone, let me look for it." Steve frantically started flipping through the phone.

And I looked at him, suddenly sleepy again.

Eyelids gradually closed, knowing that Steve would still be with me, and when I woke up again, I continued to chat.So, I slept peacefully.

That dream came again, the battlefield full of artillery fire and heavy snow.

I was still in the jeep, wearing an old army uniform and bright lipstick.

Before Steve could call me, I turned around naturally.Before he could smile at me, I started smiling at him.

The scene changed immediately, and he was covered in heavy snow again.Gradually, only one face remained.

Before he started to dissipate like before, I walked up to him, brushed the snow off him, looked into his blue eyes and said, "Hi, Steve."

He was a little surprised, but smiled, grabbed my hand, and said, "Hi, Peggy. I'm back."

It turned out that this was what he wanted to say in the dream.

The smile couldn't help expanding, I pretended to be calm and said:

"You are tooling!"

He laughed, and my voice of joy was mixed with the laughter:

"Welcome back, Steve."