S.h.i.e.l.d. agents wanted to send the U.S. team home, but he declined.
He''s in a bad mood now. He just wants to be alone.
Walking alone in the streets of New York in combat clothes, luckily it''s late at night, otherwise he will be surrounded by fans with his current popularity.
The memorial and apartment are in Brooklyn. After walking for an hour and a half, I finally came to the downstairs of the apartment.
In a bad mood and heavy footsteps, it took Steve ten minutes to get to the top floor.
He didn''t bring the key. The spare key was buried in the flower bed at the door.
Squeak ~
"Captain!"
Steve had hardly opened the door when a voice came behind him.
"It''s me. You haven''t slept yet."
It was Sharon''s voice. Steve didn''t want to worry her. He turned his head and greeted her in the same gentle voice.
"Are you... Okay?"
After all, Sharon is a woman or a secret agent of the s.h.i.e.l.d., and her eyesight absolutely kills ordinary people.
At one glance, she saw through the false smile and saw through Steve''s inner sadness.
"It''s all right. Go back to bed quickly. You have to go to work tomorrow." Steve''s mouth was slightly raised to make himself look the same as usual.
"I''ll rest tomorrow." Sharon walked out of the door, wearing light pajamas: "Captain, I''m a professional nurse. Seeing through the patient''s mood is the basic skill."
Hearing the speech, Steve couldn''t keep the smile on his face, and became depressed from expression to temperament.
"It''s all right. I''ll just sleep." Male chauvinism made him not want to bow his head in front of women.
"If you have anything in your heart to tell me, don''t hold it. My aunt likes to chat with me best." Sharon is not going to let him go. Even aunt Peggy moved out.
Steve looked at her carefully, swallowed hard, and finally let her in.
"Just sit down and have something to drink. There is milk, coffee and orange juice in the fridge..."
"Sit down and I''ll get it myself!" Sharon was very considerate. She pushed Steve onto the sofa and didn''t let him do it.
"All right." Steve was just too lazy to move.
"What would you like to drink?" When she came to the refrigerator, Sharon tilted her head and thought, "yes!"
A moment later, she put a box of wine on the sofa table.
The wine in the box is very complete, including whisky, vodka, rum, gin, tequila
"This..." Steve was surprised.
"There are difficulties in my heart. Drinking is the best. I usually have a lot of work pressure and rely on alcohol to decompress." Sharon helped Steve find an excuse.
Drinking?
Steve wanted to refuse, but looking at the attractive liquid in the bottle, his irritable heart suddenly wanted to be presumptuous, so he nodded and agreed.
"Then you go to take a bath and change clothes first. How can anyone drink in combat clothes?"
Sharon smiled and ran to the refrigerator to get ice, fruit juice, wine glasses, and several bottles of drinks and beer.
Compared with pure wine, she prefers cocktails and specially learned several preparation methods.
Ten minutes later, Steve walked out of the room in his comfortable home clothes. The table was full of drinks.
"Sit down. I''m your bartender today. I''ll drink whatever I want." Sharon is smiling. The smile is very healing.
"Anything." Steve wiped his wet hair with a towel: "I didn''t expect you to study wine so well."
"I don''t have time to go to the bar. If I have nothing to do, I''ll drink at home alone. After a long time, I''ll become a self-taught talent."
Sharon said as she began to mix wine.
First take a glass and put about 50ml rum, then add two-thirds of Coca Cola, add a few drops of lime juice, and finally add lemon slices and ice.
"Free Cuba! Try it! " She pushed the glass across.
Steve picked up his glass and tasted it first.
"Well! Yes, it tastes authentic. "
Sharon was very happy to get a positive answer. She picked up her glass and drank it all at once.
Seeing this, Steve had to drink all the wine with her.
After drinking, Sharon began to make a second glass of wine.
She went for a drink today because she knew Steve had a wall in his heart.
Even though he has gradually adapted to his current life, he is a man 70 years ago. His old friends at that time are basically dead. Now the only thing that can open his heart is Peggy Carter.
But considering Peggy''s physical condition, there are many things she can''t say to her so that she won''t be worried and sad.
What Sharon has to do today is to replace her aunt and soothe his anxious heart. Therefore, Steve must be drunk before he can take off his guard.
Neither of them spoke. They drank glasses of wine, just like a game.
Sharon is also a talented person. She has had 17 rounds. Neither of them has drunk duplicate wine.
When the 18th glass of wine was poured into their stomachs, their faces were slightly red. It seemed that super soldiers could not resist the attack of alcohol.
Sharon slowed down the mixing speed and said softly, "isn''t the task tonight smooth?"
Steve opened his mouth, wondering whether to say it or not.
Sharon comforted, "it doesn''t matter. I won''t leak the secret. Frey and his aunt don''t avoid me."
I see. After taking a reassurance, Steve finally opened the conversation.
"It''s not just bad, it''s a complete failure."
"That bastard killed in the Memorial... Everything was over when we came... The ground was full of bodies and blood..."
"You know... The blood gathered into a river and didn''t cross my ankle... I''m not a person who hasn''t seen the world... But I haven''t seen such a scene even in * *''s concentration camp..."
Sharon listened carefully and pushed the glass over.
Steve finished his nineteenth glass of wine in one gulp and then clenched the glass hard.
"Then we fought... That bastard''s strength can be strengthened by swallowing humans... I could kill him with one move more than ten days ago... But now he is stronger than me..."
"After fighting for a few minutes, I was always at a disadvantage... Then he knew that the s.h.i.e.l.d. called a helper and was ready to escape... The agents surrounded him... As a result, he didn''t know what magic he used... One move... One move... Countless spikes appeared on the ground... Wearing hedgehogs to all the agents..."
"A few minutes ago, we were still chatting... All died in a flash... The bastard left arrogantly after killing... And I can''t do anything but watch..."
Sharon played the role of a quiet listener until the US team filled the bottle with pain.
"Captain, it''s not your fault. You''ve tried your best."
A bottle of 500ml whisky bottomed out, and Steve''s eyes turned red like blood: "of course I know, but... They all call me captain... But I can''t save them... I can''t even help them revenge..."
"I''ve been thinking these days... Maybe I can''t keep up with this era... I''m just the captain of the United States 70 years ago... I should be buried in the Glacier... Become an eternal legend..."
An iron man who can say such negative words has obviously suffered an unimaginable psychological blow.
The title of Captain America is more a responsibility than an honor.
Steve is also a bad man who likes to think for others. Once the result goes against his wishes, the self blame and guilt will find him and torture him.
Sharon stood up, sat down beside him and clenched his hand.
"I don''t know what the future will be like, but I believe that the era of Captain America will be better than the past. No matter what the final result of this war is, I will firmly support you. I have been your old fan for more than ten years. "
Steve was a little drunk. He loosened his hand covering his face, stared into Sharon''s eyes and said emotionally, "thank you!"
Sharon smiled and shook her head shyly: "it doesn''t matter. If you''re in a bad mood in the future, you can come to me for a drink."
Steve finally smiled and looked at her boldly: "you smile as beautiful as Peggy."
"Really..." Sharon''s face was red: "my aunt often said that... Hmmm..."
In the quiet apartment, two lonely hearts finally leaned close together.