A meteorologist named Lorenz, who explained the theory of air systems, once said that the occasional fluttering of the wings of a butterfly in the Amazon rainforest may soon cause a tornado in Texas, USA, and he used this metaphor to describe the relationship between small changes and large trivial reactions, although this effect may be true in meteorology, but not necessarily in human society. So far, at least, the last miniature war across the star fields in the backcountry of New Mexico hasn't changed the East Coast, New York is still bustling with glamour, and Soho is still thriving with bookstores, restaurants, cafes and fashion stores.

Along the bustling street, a guest stepped on the cobblestone floor into the buildings of Grand Street, he was a sturdy and handsome man, wearing a dark shirt, no tie, casual and easy-going clothes, at first glance he looked about twenty years old, but anyone with a little experience could feel the vicissitudes of life in his body.

This is Captain America who fell into the ice seventy years ago to save the world. Rogers, who joined S.H.I.E.L.D. after being awakened, has just returned from a mission abroad and is now visiting his old friend.

Unfortunately, Eric took his team to the Southwestern Frontier without informing anyone, and Rogers pounced on the old man to see a few workers renovating the floor in the old friend's restaurant, but he didn't meet the old man.

With a hint of melancholy, he walked around the hall, then left the empty room and walked into the relatively dimly lit elevator. Quietly waiting to return to the surface.

At this moment, he experienced the feeling of loneliness again, as if he was the only one left in the whole world. Although he has been awakened longer than Eric, Steve has never been able to shake off the memories of the past. He often asks himself when he is alone in private. How so? Obviously, a quarter of an hour ago, he was still fighting bravely on the battlefield, smelling the choking smell of gunpowder smoke and driving a fighter plane through the sky, but he only experienced a short hibernation in the middle, and then opened his eyes and came to another era.

It was a wonderful time, with abundant materials and information, and you could get a lot of things that you couldn't enjoy seventy years ago. But it was also a terrible time. Everything has become so strange, and most of the friends who used to fight together have died. What was left behind was also drooping and decrepit, and whenever he saw the rest of the people lying unconscious on the hospital bed, with clear hoses in their noses and wrists, Rogers felt the urge to turn away from it, as if doing so would allow him to escape this vertigo reality.

But he couldn't run away. You must face it bravely, just as you have faced a brutal enemy in the past, and rush forward to accompany you to the end.

Steve did this, at least superficially, by reading best-selling contemporary books, reading numerous newspapers and magazines, and actively cooperating with psychiatrists...... But the effect is not obvious.

Because the cruel reality reminds him all the time - you are an outdated person.

There are no more familiar friends, beloved women, and only a few faces left in the whole world to remember, although he is also trying to make new friends, but Rogers knows. It is difficult for him to relate to the people of this era. No matter how young he looked, his time had passed, when he was lonely and frozen in the sea. Seventy years passed silently, all the cheers and struggles remained in those glorious years, and he was like a snail thrown on the beach by the last wave before the low tide, and he could only helplessly watch the waves behind him continue to recede, getting farther and farther away from himself.

The elevator descended layer by layer, and Steve was immersed in memories. I vaguely heard the reprimand of the commander of the training camp in New Jersey again.

"Rogers, run!" The Master Chief, who had long since died in Europe, seemed to be alive again at this moment. With a whistle in his mouth, he shouted at the little soldier who fell at the end of the line.

"Quick!"

The desolate voice echoed in his mind, and Steve quietly recalled, returning to the agitated voice again. Love burns in the years.

For a moment he wanted to find a place to drink alone, but the alcohol had long since lost its effect, and the strong metabolism had deprived him of all avenues to anesthetize himself.

With a "ding", the elevator door opened, and Steve shook his head and walked out of the building with a slightly wry smile.

A few people came over, and at the head was an old man with silver hair.

The captain inadvertently glanced at the old man, and felt that the person who had come was quite familiar, but it could never be the person he had come to see.

Before he could think about it, the person who came had already taken the initiative to say hello.

"Behold, who is this? The famous Captain America! His attitude was enthusiastic at first glance, but there was an indescribable sarcasm in his tone.

"Magneto." By this time, Steve had already recognized the person. "Eric. Lancel. ”

Hearing the name, the corners of Magneto's mouth twitched reflexively.

"Call me Marx, that's my real name." He coughed. "I'm tired of always giving people explanations of facts that have nothing to do with another person, I have no interest in being someone else's second, and I have been since 1962."

"Is that one of the reasons you're hostile to others?" Captain America asked lightly, he recalled the materials he had read, and knew how ruthless the radical organization of the superpowered people who were proud of their congenital mutations and claimed to be mutants.

If they attacked in the streets, Rogers would not hesitate to rush forward, but the other party didn't seem to have any intention of making a move, so he could only keep his distance and try to find out if he could figure out what he meant.

Magneto knew that, too, but he didn't care.

"I'm not that bored, I'm just fed up with being watched. You've been to Europe and you've learned how the Nazis treated Jews, and identity verification is only the first step, followed by centralization, testing, elimination...... You think too highly of your fellow man, and so do I, and the future will prove that we are the rightful heirs of the earth. ”

"Heir?" Steve glanced at Magneto's henchmen behind him, and they puffed out their chests proudly at the leader's words. "Did someone issue you a certificate of entitlement?"

"Did the colonists of the New World respect the rights of the Indians?" Magneto asked rhetorically. "But don't worry, I'm not an executioner like the Nazis, and when that day comes, I'll give the old humans a protectorate as your government did, and I'll have their tax burden greatly reduced."

"Thank you—if that day exists." Steve habitually shrugged his shoulders and didn't intend to continue the topic. "You're looking for Eric?"

"Rest assured, I'm not going to convince him to join our side." Magneto saw his concerns and casually explained. "We've had enough chaos on our side. A new Magneto almost made me a thing of the past, and now there's another Scott on the West Coast, and it seems like our camp has fallen apart overnight. I'm not going to give people another chance. Frankly, your superiors have asked me for an understanding with us, and they have recently conducted a joint operation, which I am here to coordinate. ”

"Joint action, and you?" Steve had some hard time imagining what kind of operation would require the official and the largest activist groups to work together.

"Go and ask your superior, if he is willing to tell you." Finding out that Captain America didn't know anything about this, Magneto teased him with some malice. "By the way, although I look older than you, I don't have as much nostalgia as you, my life belongs to my cause, although we have suffered some minor setbacks, but as long as the great cause of mutants is going on, I will always be full of energy, and you, captain, you are already outdated." He said that he was full of pride, and completely lost the depression he had some time ago.

Steve didn't care about the other party's provocation, he knew that Magneto wouldn't tell him the truth, so he didn't ask too much and left from Grand Street.

Now he has no goal, wandering the streets in a daze, inadvertently taking the subway and coming to an elegant and secluded medical institution.

Through the thick glass of the intensive care unit, he saw the woman he loved again, and it was for her that Steve stayed at S.H.I.E.L.D., the place she had single-handedly built, and only there could he find a trace of the warmth of the past.

The sparse white hair was weakly draped behind his head, his face was covered with deep wrinkles, his breath was weak, his chest was gently undulating, and his loose cuffs showed a dry and thin wrist...... All of this is a reminder to Rogers that the patient's life is coming to an end.

"Peggy......" Through the glass, Steve whispered her name. Few people know that he has a pocket watch hidden in his arms, and the inner layer of the case is embedded with a photograph of her youth, and through the yellowed image of the edges scorched by the gunfire, you can still see the strong and touching temperament contained in the long hair shawl, bright lips, and elegant demeanor.

In those days, Agent Carter was one of the most beautiful landscapes of the Scientific Strategy Corps, and Steve had many dreams about her, but in each one he was forced to separate from her.

Maybe Carter was never supposed to be Captain America.

They should all step out of their lives.

Steve smiled, and through the dim light of the room, the female agent shrouded in the halo of memories and the real patient gradually separated and quietly converged.

When two Peggy. Carter's shadow finally becomes one, and the visitation time comes to an end.

This time, without waiting for the nurse to remind him, Steve slowly exited the ward.

It was late at night, there were no clouds in the clear night sky, and the crescent moon and the stars sprinkled their light on the earth, illuminating the peaceful hospital.

Rogers left the hospital, stood in front of the door for a minute, and then left on his own along the road leading to downtown.

When his figure completely disappeared into the distance, the light in Carter's intensive care isolation room flickered for a while, the scene was distorted and blurred, and finally the realistic projection disappeared, revealing the empty hospital room. (To be continued)