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Leaving the noisy streets, Steve stepped on the layers of colorful fallen leaves on the ground and walked alone into a remote cemetery.

Here is buried a venerable old man, a great scientist whose wisdom was decades ahead of the world, and whose achievements have been the subject of countless undercurrents and struggles, and even his own life has been ruined. Although he didn't get to see Captain America show his skills in the European theater when he was alive, he succeeded in creating Steve Rogers, a super soldier, and passed on a little bit of light in his heart.

Without him, there would be no birth of Captain America.

He was Abraham Erskine, a respectable old man.

Among the leafy water pines, Steve found the Doctor's resting place.

There are no embellishments, no epitaphs, just a dusty granite stele with the deceased's initials simply engraved on it---- supposedly for secrecy.

Actually, this is too much to worry about.

The doctor has no children and no daughters, all his family members died at the hands of the German Nazis, and the regiment to which he belonged has long been revoked, no matter how wise he was in life, he is a lonely soul lying here, and few people even know about his existence, only Rogers, who is also from that era, remembers that there was such a wise elder.

The rain fell, wetting Steve's eyebrows.

He half-knelt down, wiped the dust on the surface of the monument with a tissue, wiped off the spider webs that were clinging, and brought clean water from a small pond nearby, and carefully scrubbed the tombstone several times before putting down the flowers he had brought for the dead.

Beneath a fragrant gardenia, Erskine's wrinkled old face smiles in a yellowed photo.

At this moment, it was as if he had come to life again, smiling at his most proud masterpiece.

Steve gently stroked the photo, his thoughts wandering endlessly, his eyes lonely and vicissitudes, and it took a long time to stand up.

Then he was surprised to see a familiar person approaching from a distance.

"Eric?" Long time no see. Steve called out the other man's name in surprise. "You're coming to see Dr. Erskine too?"

"No, it's the first time I've heard that the Doctor is here, and I wish him rest in peace." Eric strolled over and nodded to the Doctor's tombstone. "Actually. I came to see a kid who had joined the academy and died in a fire, and in a few days it was his fifth anniversary, and I came to see him. ”

Follow in Eric's footsteps. Steve went to Jimmy Reyns's grave together, the boy was not far from the doctor, and the tombstone was so clean that it was obvious that people often visited.

Captain America vaguely remembers that it was mentioned in the newspaper that this was a boy who bravely fought fires, although his abilities were extremely inadequate, but in order to save people trapped in danger, he rushed into the fire despite dissuasion, which led to a tragedy.

Of course, he knew that the truth was another matter, and that the precocious boy himself was a threat to his own race. It's too self-inflicted, and if you're unlucky, you'll lose your life.

It's just that the person has passed away, and who will pursue what?

After visiting Jimmy, the two chatted and slowly walked down the cobblestone path.

"Lately I've been nostalgic for the old days, especially during the Caspian training camp." Steve said as he stared at a rain-drenched tulipwood in the distance. "Now that I think about it, that time was really the happiest time of my life, although I was physically tired, I lived every day to the fullest, and I always had my own pursuits...... I really miss those days. ”

"And now?" Eric asked casually.

"Now ......". Steve shook his head with a wry smile. "Now I don't understand what is right, you have one opinion, and others have another...... I have the impression that I always wanted to do the right thing. In the past, I could devote myself wholeheartedly to carrying out orders to serve the country, but now it is different, I gradually cannot find the value of my existence, maybe I am old. ”

Eric didn't speak, patting Steve the shoulder. He could understand the old friend's feelings.

Like Steve, many older people find it difficult to adapt to the rapidly changing situation, including Rogers, the "old man" who has been frozen for 70 years before thawing.

According to S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, he was visited by many high-ranking former government officials who had lost power after the events in New York, hoping to use Captain America's appeal among superheroes to raise the flag to regain control of power in the hands of ordinary politicians, but Steve did not agree, which avoided a senseless war within humanity in the initial stages of change.

As Erskine had asked him on his deathbed, he was wholeheartedly a good man and looked into the big picture, not just a soldier who blindly followed orders.

In return, and also to ease the conflict, the academy side made concessions in some irrelevant areas, and did not press it step by step, so now they can still sit down and have a drink when they meet.

Like all old friends who have been reunited for a long time, although none of them can be anesthetized by alcohol.

I found a random bar, and the two of them sat at the bar and asked for a large glass of beer each, chatting while drinking.

"Do you know what I envy you the most?" Inadvertently, Steve asked.

Eric smiled and shook his head.

"What I envy you most is that you never seem to waver, you are always full of motivation, you never regret what happened in the past, and you are not confused about the road ahead."

The captain's voice, though not loud, is still quite clear in a noisy bar.

"Thank you, but I'm not as good as you think, and sometimes I hesitate to choose." Eric put his cup down and squinted at a small dim yellow light across from him.

"If I were as decisive as you think, the boy in the cemetery probably wouldn't be lying under the slate...... You know, I might have been able to save him, and though he was naturally restrained from us, I could have tried again, but then I hesitated for a second, and then a life was gone. ”

Hearing the secret, Steve looked sideways, and Eric's eyes were hidden in the darkness reflecting a faint glow.

"Do you regret it?" The captain couldn't help but ask.

"Don't ask me this question, there's no answer." Eric shrugged his shoulders, and there seemed to be only indifference in his eyes.

"Not long ago, his mother was pregnant again, and the parents plan to still name their child Jimmy, but this time Jimmy's brother will no longer have to live in fear, little Jimmy will have a normal life---- isn't that what we are after. The torch is passed on from generation to generation, and it never ends. ”

"It never ends." Steve chewed on the meaningful word, didn't say anything more, and poured down a glass of beer. until full of alcohol.

It was getting dark, and there were a bunch of empty glasses in front of the two of them, and Eric broke the habit of drinking only one and drank a lot with Steve.

"I had a dream." Steve suddenly said to Eric. "I dreamed that I was with Peggy, traveling from New Jersey to Austria...... I asked her to dance, and then fell into the sea and froze in the ice...... As if that was my fate. Either way, I'm going to lose my life. ”

But in my dreams, without you---- Steve finally didn't say it.

He lay groggily on the bar and fell asleep in a daze.

Eric looked at his decadent look thoughtfully.

***

Steve hadn't experienced drunkenness for a long time, and since that experiment in 1943, his metabolism had grown six times faster than normal, and alcohol didn't work at all. However, although physiologically inducible to be drunk, a depressed mood can have a similar effect, a sensation so strange that he wakes up thinking he has hallucinated.

Busy and chaotic streets. Hurried men hurried forward with weapons of all kinds, and beyond the corner of the street he could see a heavy guard post and a towering fence in the distance.

"What's this for, are the aliens invading again?" Steve grabbed a passerby and asked, who was impatient to break free of the hand, but couldn't get rid of it.

"What aliens, zombies! The zombies are coming again, let me go! The man screamed loudly, but no one else was paying attention, as if everyone was so absorbed in their own business that they had no time to pay attention to others.

"Zombies?" Steve let go in a daze.

Then someone stopped him.

The other party is a very beautiful female police officer. has a hot body and an unusually eye-catching dress, looking at the respectful looks of the people around her, she seems to be a person with a lot of status.

"You're new here. What is your name? The female officer asked after looking him up and down.

"Rogers, Steve Rogers." Steve reported his name, but the other party didn't look surprised at all, as if he had never heard of Captain America's existence.

"This is Jill Valentine, the deputy commander of Raccoon City's Survivor Self-Rescue Committee." Jill cocked her chest proudly, and then continued to ask. "You were a soldier? Have you ever been on the battlefield? ”

"I'm a veteran. But that was a long time ago......" Steve muttered in reply, still a little depressed even though he was in a strange place.

Jill suddenly rushed up like a leopard and struck him with a knife that slashed Captain America on the shoulder.

Then an angry roar rang out of her mouth.

"You cheer me up, now we need you to contribute your strength instead of hiding under a woman's skirt like a monkey!"

The knife slashed so hard that Steve couldn't help frowning, and he was about to ask when he threw a metal bat in front of him.

Seeing Steve's quick grip, Jill nodded in satisfaction.

"You have good skills, you will be under my command in the future, remember to report my name when someone asks." She lifted her chin triumphantly, then shoved him into a rudimentary shield.

"The lid of the bucket and the wooden plank, although it is not pretty, but it is very practical, you have to hold it well, be careful not to be caught by zombies." The policewoman waved her hand, urging him to join the front team.

Although he still hasn't figured out what is going on, holding this strange and familiar weapon, Steve's mood gradually calms down, and he seems to be back to his youth, where he can maneuver with his opponent all day with a barrel lid.

"But where the hell is this?"

On the way, he asked the people around him.

"Raccoon City, don't you know?" The man answered him. "The largest survivor colony in North America, if it's not here, we'll be finished, damn umbrella companies, damn politicians, they actually created such a big Resident Evil, and now the whole world is in chaos, it's good that we came here......"

Steve listened as if he didn't understand, and when he turned his head and saw a statue, he couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

"It's ......"

"Eric!" A tall, sharp-eyed blonde answered his question on behalf of his companion. "This is our hero, the protector of Raccoon City, who saved the city and then built it into a fortified base."

"That's right, he's the Lord of Steel, the King of Magnets!" Jill came from behind at some point and slapped Steve on the back.

"Rogers, what are you still grinding about, run for me, hurry up!"

The familiar tone made Steve's heart beat to a halt for a moment, and it seemed as if he was back in training camp and heard Colonel Phillips yelling.

At this moment, the two voices coincided, like an angel blowing a horn at him, summoning the veteran to fight again.

His heart was beating fast, and blood and strength returned to his body at the same time.

"Yes! I'm coming! Steve replied loudly, raising his shield and rushing towards the towering wall.

Whether or not Eric played a prank, now he has finally regained the meaning of his existence.

"No matter where you are, no matter what danger you face, I'm Steve Rogers, I'm Captain America."

Steve gripped his shield and slammed the steps up the fence to join the ranks of the zombies.

Beyond the walls, there is an endless sea of corpses.

In the middle of the sea of corpses, there is a strong and fearless city.

Captain America fights here.

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