Early morning, New York, Midtown Manhattan apartment.
Bell! Bell! Bell!
The alarm clock rang. Lying on the bed, a short-haired man with 8-pack abs and well-proportioned muscles opened his eyes and turned off the alarm clock next to him.
He quickly got out of bed and walked to the window, habitually looking at the green patch of Central Park not far away, feeling the breeze in the sky and breathing in the fresh air. There was a nostalgic look on his face.
Afterwards, he went to the bathroom, washed up briefly, looked at the familiar face in the mirror, and patted his face gently, as if to remember or remind himself.
"It's been 70 years, Steve, and now you need to re-recognize the world!"
Soon, Steve changed into a gray shirt, left his room, and walked outside the apartment. He would start his daily running exercises, both to recover and to adjust his condition.
Tread! Tread! Tread!
Following the sound of slight footsteps, Steve puffed out his chest, waved his hands slightly from side to side, and started running around Central Park. Near Central Park in the early morning, there were many people like Steve, wearing shirts and running. But it was obvious that Steve was faster than the average person. At the same time, the shirt on his body was not wet, which meant that he was sweating very little.
One lap! Two laps! Ten laps!
In just about half an hour, Steve had run 10 laps around the central forest, which was almost 15 kilometers. Steve had run 10 laps, his gray shirt was already soaked with sweat. However, his breathing rhythm was still steady, as if to indicate that continuing to run ten laps would still not be a problem.
Just as he was about to run his 12th lap, suddenly...
Steve found that there was a red antique car driving next to him at his own running speed. Sitting inside was a middle-aged man with a slightly fat figure and slightly thinning hair who kept waving to him—it was Coulson.
At this time, Coulson looked at his idol, and the excitement in his eyes was self-evident. He wanted to get out of the car immediately and ask for an autograph. But when he thought about his mission, Coulson controlled himself to calm down and suppress his inner excitement. He waved to his idol, and soon he saw Steve starting to slow down and standing on the side of the road.
Seeing this, Coulson quickly parked his Laura aside, got out of the car, ran all the way to Steve, and introduced with some excitement: "Captain, hello, I am S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent, Phil Coulson. I'm glad to meet you today, Captain. I am your fan."
Steve looked at Coulson in front of him, especially when he saw that he looked like a fan of his, with an awkward yet polite smile on his face. He has always been very bad at dealing with fans, and he doesn't know how to refuse.
After thinking about it, Steve still said to Coulson: "Coulson, did Nick Fury ask you to come here? What's the matter?"
Well, Steve still thought it would be more appropriate to bring the topic back to the topic.
Hearing his idol's question, Coulson quickly came to his senses, recalled his mission, and said, "Yes, Captain! Director Fury asked me to tell you that you wanted to see Ms. Carter before, and the director has made arrangements. We have done our job with Ms. Carter and you can meet any time today."
Hearing this, Steve, who was originally calm, stirred up waves in his heart. He suppressed his excited voice and said, "Okay, Coulson, let's go now." Then, as if he thought of something, he glanced at his sweat-soaked clothes and said awkwardly: "Coulson, how long will it take us? I'll go back and change clothes first."
Seeing the Captain with a somewhat expectant and uneasy look on his face, Coulson comforted him: "Captain, we are not in a hurry. We will take a plane directly to Los Angeles later. It only takes an hour. There is plenty of time."
Well, as a fan of the Captain, he knows everything about the relationship between Captain and Ms. Carter. In fact, there have been no less than a thousand speculations about the relationship between the two over the years. In particular, Ms. Carter, as the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D., has left a very high prestige in S.H.I.E.L.D., and Coulson admires her even more. Today, he will meet two of his idols. When he thought of this, Coulson felt a little excited.
Hearing this, Steve nodded quickly. Going to see Carter today shouldn't be too shabby. He owed her a dance.
Two hours later, a villa in Los Angeles.
Steve stood on the path outside the villa, with Coulson and Nick Fury standing on either side. He looked a little nervous, clenching his fists, looking forward to it, but also a little uneasy. Seventy years. For him, it might just be a matter of closing and opening his eyes. But for Carter, it was a real seventy years, and every minute and every second was a real experience.
How much has Carter changed?
When Steve thought about seventy years, he felt a little uneasy, embarrassed, and nervous.
"Captain, Ms. Carter is waiting for you inside. Go in now. We won't accompany you anymore," Nick Fury said, patting Steve's shoulder to comfort him.
"Okay, Director Fury, I'm sorry to trouble you this time," Steve said, suppressing the insecurity in his heart, and walked directly into the path and through the door of the villa.
Click! Click!
With the sound of the door opening, Steve entered the living room, followed Nick Fury's prompts, and walked towards the bedroom next to him. Soon, in a room with an open door, Steve saw an old lady lying on the bed with a respirator hanging on her face. She had some age spots on her arms on the quilt. However, through her face, Steve could vaguely recall the woman of her youth, the one he thought about day and night—Peggy Carter.
Seeing the old Carter, Steve felt sad and guilty. It had been seventy years. What had he missed? His lover was already old! And why couldn't he grow old with her?
At this moment, the young nurse standing aside also saw Steve. She knew immediately that this was the Captain the director had talked about, and she softly called Ms. Carter, who was lying on the bed. Carter noticed Steve standing at the door and waved tremblingly.
Seeing this, Steve quickly stepped forward, gently held Carter's hand, stared at her, and said guiltily: "Carter, I'm late."
Outside the villa.
Coulson and Nick Fury stood under the shade of the trees, looking towards the bedroom of the villa, as if they could see the scene where Steve and Carter were reunited.
Not long after, Coulson asked worriedly, "Director, are you sure it's appropriate to let the Captain go? The Captain has lost seventy years of experience. Now he should adapt to the modern living environment. Will it have any bad effects if he suddenly comes into contact with wizards?"
Nick Fury looked calmly at Coulson, noting his worried expression, and said, "Believe in the Captain. He is the most suitable candidate. A resounding reputation, a righteous heart, and a firm stand. Captain America is more suitable than anyone in S.H.I.E.L.D."
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