Avengers polar silver wolf

Royal British Cemetery London, UK 6:00 a.m GMT

Golden maple leaves cover the already narrow path, and walking along it feels like golden Thames water. Through the maple trees with sparse leaves on one side, you can see the top hanging basket of the London Eye from a distance.

Against the clear blue sky, the sunlight reflected from the glass on the hanging basket is as dazzling as diamonds on blue satin.

The cemetery was quiet and peaceful, and the autumn wind was bleak. After a light rain two days ago, the wind went straight into people's bones. From time to time, one or two people who came to pay homage to the heroes would wrap up their coats and hurry past. Standing beside Peggy

Rogers moved his bandaged arm in front of Carter's tombstone. He couldn't remember how long he had stood here. Even though more than 70 years had passed, the day he fought with Peggy Carter seemed like it happened yesterday. Thinking of this

His arm began to feel a dull pain again. Looking at the small photo on the tombstone, he couldn't tell whether the pain was psychological.

In front of the tombstone, there is a bouquet composed of calla lilies, white lilies and a few yellow chrysanthemums. With the embellishment of these yellow chrysanthemums, the dull white color also has some life. There is also a drop of laurel-shaped petals hanging on it.

The crystal dew and the diamonds on the blue satin in the sky complement each other.

In fact, my impression was that this was the first time he suffered such a serious injury after being injected with serum during World War II. He was still somewhat vaguely conscious before going to the operating table. He remembered that his right arm was exposed among the charred muscles.

Pieces of white bones, he couldn't help but cough a few times when he thought of this, because when he thought of that scene, his nose was still filled with the suffocating burnt smell.

Looking around, there was no one around, except for the rustling sound of maple leaves blown by the wind from time to time. Rogers slowly leaned forward and gently kissed the small photo of Peggy Carter on the tombstone.

So soon, it was already the first anniversary of her death. At that time, seeing Carter, who was already suffering from Alzheimer's disease, lying on the hospital bed with a emaciated face, but still able to recognize him again and again, Rogers really had mixed feelings.

"Oh, Steve..." Her tearful eyes and the expression on her face when faced with a huge surprise were still fresh in his memory.

Her memory could only last a few minutes, so during the half hour that Rogers sat in front of his bed, she repeated again and again the feeling of meeting the dream lover whom she had been thinking about day and night after many years. Rogers didn't think it was anything, he

He felt that it was enough for Carter to still remember him after so many years, and for him to be able to see her again.

There was still some time before the expected gathering time. Rogers took advantage of this rare break to empty his mind and enjoy the tranquility in the cemetery. Such days had never happened since he was discovered in the Arctic glacier. If

He had a choice, sometimes he would rather continue sleeping in the glacier.

London - this city has been called a foggy city since the first industrial revolution. Rogers felt that whether it was during World War II or in modern times, it was always gray, including when he attended the funeral of Peggy Carter last year, the sky was hazy.

It was hazy and drizzling.

It's really rare to have a clear and clear day like today.

Rogers lowered his head and looked at the old watch on his wrist. He found it at a flea market when he first arrived. It looked very much like the watch he first received from his father. The dial was very finely made and made of cowhide.

Although the strap is worn, it is still very smooth. Except that this is an electronic watch, it is exactly the same as the original one. This era is indeed full of magic. It is light and compact, does not require timing of winding time, and has almost no errors. Indeed, this

He couldn't even think about it when he was a kid.

Not far in front of him, a dignified, tall young woman wearing a dark red dress was slowly getting up, with a pair of big eyes on her cool cheeks looking directly at the tombstone. Rogers could see her eyes.

There was a hint of sadness in my heart, so I not only slowed down my pace for fear of disturbing the peace between the living and the dead.

As the distance between the two shortened, even though the sound was almost covered by the rustling of leaves on the maple trees on both sides, the woman still realized that someone was coming from the side. She did not look at him, but just stepped on the ground naturally.

Di Jinhuang took an elegant step forward, leaving as much space as possible on this narrow road for Rogers to pass, or perhaps hoping that the people coming would pass quickly so that she could communicate with the deceased more quickly and quietly.

.However, no matter what, those eyes were unwilling to move away from the tombstone in front of them.

Rogers was more willing to believe the latter. No matter how light his footsteps were, the presence of someone next to a place like a cemetery would still make the memorial persons feel uncomfortable. He also felt the same. So he speeded up his pace slightly and walked from behind her.

As he passed by in a hurry, the very light but very long fragrance that lingered around him made him slow down again.

This scent is so special.

The dignified woman seemed to feel something. She blinked and looked at the back of Rogers, who was less than half a meter away from her, as if she had just withdrawn from her memories. She felt that the figure was really familiar.

Instantly, her eye circles turned red, and crystal tears filled her eyes. She knew that she seemed to be hallucinating again. Whenever she thought of the past events with him, she always felt that he was always not far away.

.

"Steve..." Although she warned herself not to always take the hallucination seriously and cause unnecessary embarrassment, she would call her lover's name softly every time, maybe just to give herself a comfort, maybe... he really

Still there?

Sad people will always seek some very illusory ideas as a good medicine to soothe the pain, and she is no more than that.

But coincidentally, after she called out this time, the person in front of her was startled, and then slowly turned around.

The moment the woman saw his face, she couldn't restrain her excitement, cried and rushed towards him, shouting: "Steve... Steve, I knew it was you, why did you never come to me..."

Rogers was confused by this sudden scene. Almost everyone he knew in Europe had died, except for Sharon Carter, the niece of Peggy Carter, who worked for the European branch of the international anti-terrorism organization.

How could such a young woman call herself so affectionately?

"Miss... I'm sorry, do we know each other?" Steve Rogers held her shoulders and slowly pushed her away.

With tears in her eyes, the woman looked at the "Steve" in front of her, something was wrong...

He is...

"Are you Steve Rogers? Captain America?" She was stunned for a moment, then immediately put away her expression, took two steps back, wiped away her tears, combed her hair neatly, and then returned to her previous dignified and elegant state.

"Yes, please..." Rogers glanced at the tombstone she was looking at. The name written on it was... "World War I Ace Pilot: Steve Trevor".

What's going on with these two people?

Seeing this line of words, one question after another flashed through Rogers' mind. The woman in front of him was about 27 or 28 years old. She and the pilot from World War I...

How is it possible?

Most of his comrades in World War II are no longer alive, so...if they were grandparents, wouldn't the expression and the call just now seem a bit too much...

"Excuse me, is he yours..."

"Captain, you went to the wrong cemetery. Your World War II cemeteries are all in the area behind you. This is the tomb area for the martyrs of World War I." The woman spoke at the same time as him. Her voice was very calm. If it weren't for her red eyes.

, Rogers would feel that it was her who just ran over to hug him and said those words were his hallucinations.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss, I wanted to walk around after paying homage to my friend, but I didn't expect to disturb you." Rogers said quickly with a smile.

"Is that Agent Margaret Page Carter?" the woman suddenly asked.

"How do you know?" The captain's smile froze, "Who are you?"

"I don't know who she is. Agent Carter is a very famous and outstanding woman in our UK. After all, there were too few women active on the front lines in that era of discrimination against women. By the way, I was also present at her funeral. Well,

It's the cathedral opposite, right? I was sitting in the last row, so it's normal that you didn't notice me." The woman's face was as cold as ice, giving people an otherworldly feeling.

"You seem to know a lot about war, Miss." Rogers felt that the woman in front of him was very special and had a mysterious aura. "Where do you work? Military Logistics Department? Liaison Department? Or..."

"What do you think? Do you think I look like a soldier?" The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and her big eyes suddenly became affectionate, with a sly look in them.

"I... just think you're a little special." Rogers didn't know what to say and said what was in his heart.

"Oh? Really? What's so special about it?" the woman said, slowly leaning forward.

"Hey, Captain Rogers!" Just as Rogers was stepping back and about to step on the marble slab engraved with the life of the deceased, a shout came from a distance and asked someone to help him out.

Not far away was the figure of Sharon Carter. Wearing a white shirt, jeans and boots, she looked very ordinary as she walked up to the woman: "Captain, it's almost time. I've brought you the information you asked for."

"Oh, okay, thank you, Sharon." Rogers was still a little bit unconscious from the situation just now.

Sharon Carter is not stupid, and her words are full of vigor: "You didn't say you came to visit my aunt, so why did you come to the World War I Martyrs Cemetery?"

When Rogers looked embarrassed and hadn't figured out how to answer, Carter looked at the girl next to him who was half a head taller than him and looked like a model, and then asked: "Then this beautiful girl is...

"

"She...well, she..." Rogers hesitated twice and then suddenly thought that if the tombstone was conventional, it should be her grandfather, so he pretended to be calm and continued, "This is Trey..."

"Hello, I am Diana Trevor, nice to meet you, Miss Sharon Carter." The woman bowed, smiled and stretched out her hand.

"Diana, is that you? My aunt often mentioned you before she was alive, but I never knew what you looked like because... you seemed to hate having your picture taken."

"Yes, yes, I think I haven't taken a photo for many years. I work in the Louvre and I am exposed to world famous works. I feel that photos are far less realistic than the works of those masters."

"Ah, are you an artist now? I've always heard from my aunt that you are an excellent historian and translator. Do you know Steve?" Carter suddenly turned to Rogers, "Diana will be in her thirties."

Language, isn’t it incredible?”

"Haha, I have done a lot of work, including history and art, which are all things I like more." Diana said with a smile. Looking at her face, Rogers felt that this woman had a very special feeling.

Is it deja vu? Or...

Now the expression on Diana's face that he had when Rogers met her before is completely missing. Now she is very innocent, as innocent as a student who has just graduated from college. But the look on her face just now made her look like that

Her eyes did not match her appearance. For a moment, Rogers felt that the person in front of her looked more like an old man who had experienced World War II and had experienced many vicissitudes of life.

"You see you are fascinated by her, how do I feel that you are fascinated by her?" Sharon Carter's face was obviously jealous on the way to leave.

"I..." Rogers' mind was in chaos after seeing her, and he didn't know how the conversation ended.

"My aunt told me about you." Carter said lightly, putting the document in his hand behind his back and looking to the other side.

"What? What else did Paige say?" This sentence suddenly pulled Rogers out of his thoughts.

"You look excited when I mention her. Do you really like girls with heavy makeup?" Carter distanced himself from him with a look of disgust.

"What nonsense? I want to know what else did Peggy say about me?" Rogers' tone was a little excited. In fact, Peggy Carter had always kept her feelings for him in her heart. After he fell asleep in the North Pole, she changed

She had to be a little silent, especially when it came to matters involving herself, she often kept silent, so she lived an unhappy life for the rest of her life.

"She said... I won't tell you, it's a secret between girls." Carter said with a playful smile.

"You must be lying to me, Sharon. She never talks about anything related to me. I asked about it after I woke up." Rogers suddenly became unconvinced.

"Our relationship is different. She will share a lot of her inner thoughts with me, such as... what happened between you and that sexy liaison officer." Carter said with a smile.

"You... please keep your voice down. I was really forced. It was just a kiss. There was absolutely no other mess. I don't know how long I had to explain to Paige for this matter. She actually

I even told you this." Rogers' heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly explained.

"Ah? Really? I don't know, I just cheated it out. Have you forgotten what I do?" Sharon Carter smiled happily.

"You little spy, stop here. I'm your elder. How dare you do this to me."

"Haha, elder? So what does that kiss between you and me last time count?"

"This is the purpose, please keep your voice down, kid, stop right here."

Looking at the retreating figures of Rogers and Carter, Diana breathed a long sigh of relief and smiled lightly, saying to herself: "Children, they are all children."

Then she stopped laughing, walked to the tomb again, laid her forehead on Steve Trevor's tombstone and said softly: "May Hera always bless you and everything will be fine in heaven, my love."

Avengers Training Center Upstate New York, United States 10:00 p.m. ET

Mary Jane faced Peter Parker who was covered with a white cloth on the metal bed, covering her face and sobbing softly. Doctor Strange had pronounced him dead for almost two hours, but she still could not accept the fact that Parker had really left.

On her lap lay the Spider-Man suit that had changed beyond recognition. Because the main color was red, you couldn't see the blood on it unless you looked carefully.

Mary Jane touched the solidified blood clots on her uniform with her trembling hands, and large tears involuntarily dripped from her eyelids, dripping onto the blood clots, and the blood stains that had turned bright red instantly turned red again.

Restore to its vivid state.

"Isn't he able to save the day every time?"

"Didn't he always appear alive and kicking when I was in despair?"

"he……"

Mary Jane couldn't speak anymore, her voice was completely covered by her uncontrollable crying.

In her mind, there were two moments when Peter wanted to propose to her, but she missed them both times. She tremblingly picked up the diamond ring given to her by Aunt May on the seat next to her. Peter made up his mind after the two proposals failed.

Determined to rely on his own ability to buy a wedding diamond ring to propose to himself, so that time he accepted the opportunity that no one was willing to do and went to Europe on a business trip to photograph bees.

"Parker has been planning to propose to you for a long time. The rosy look on his face at that time was very similar to the shy but happy look on your uncle's face when he proposed to me. But at that time, he was relying on

The money I earned part-time at the Daily Bugle can't afford to buy a decent diamond ring..." Aunt May said as she held Mary Jane's hand tightly after seeing Peter Parker's body.

"He was very nervous, you know," Aunt Mei said with red eyes and a smile, but her face was filled with tears, and her voice could be heard as she was trying her best to restrain her crying. "At that time, he had the panic and nervousness unique to a little boy.

I was so excited that I could see how long he had thought about it before finally making up his mind. It is impossible to behave like this in a moment of enthusiasm. I told him a lot about what your uncle did when he proposed, and I told him a lot about it.

Give him the ring he gave me back then and let him propose to you with it." Aunt May's hand suddenly loosened her grip, and in Mary Jane's numb hand was a hot diamond ring.

.

"After the second failure, he told me that maybe he was not ready to propose to you yet, but he came to our home when he was three years and eight months old. I raised him as my biological son until now, and his heart

, I think I know better than him whether he is ready or not. Because of this, I realize more clearly that the problem does not lie with him. I have wanted to talk to you for a long time, Mary Jane, have you ever

When I was six or seven years old, Peter, who had just moved in as our neighbor, was very surprised and asked me if the girl next door was a fairy, haha..." Aunt Mei gently put her finger on her nose and sobbed, followed by a muddy tear.

It slid down very inconspicuously along the criss-crossing wrinkles on her face.

"I……"

"It's too late to say anything now. I don't mean to make you feel guilty when I say this. I also know that your beastly father has made you feel insecure since you were a child. But over the years, you and Peter have gone through so many things, and you have

You have had several boyfriends, and some were even one step away from having a wedding, but Peter chose to guard you silently. Whenever there was a problem, he always thought it was his fault. Maybe he really regarded you as someone who would never be wrong.

She is a fairy. From now on, Mary Jane, you must not give people hope and then give them despair. The only people you hurt are those who truly love you..."

"Aunt May..." When Mary Jane looked up again and wanted to say something else, Aunt May had already tremblingly opened the door with her back arched and left without looking back.

Mary Jane remembered those two proposals. After all, it was really rare to experience two proposals from the man she loved most.

The first time she went to that high-end French restaurant, she really didn't sleep all night after receiving the invitation. She asked the director for leave the next day and spent the whole day deciding what kind of dress she should wear that night. Even if Peter

Or Spider-Man used their unique kissing method to kiss Gwen Stacy in public and it was posted all over the city. She felt that tonight was the best night this poor boy had ever booked since the two met.

An expensive restaurant deserves greater expectations from her, such as...a proposal.

Mary Jane's heart skipped a beat when she thought of this word, so much so that she came to the neighborhood two hours in advance and wandered aimlessly in the underwear store opposite. She walked for a while in the small underwear store.

Circle after circle, but her eyes were fixed on the door of the French restaurant, not missing every man who pushed the door in. In the end, the owner of the underwear shop saw her walking around hundreds of times, but he was completely unfamiliar with the products in the store.

I was interested and wanted to ridicule her because she wanted to get close to a rich man who came out of it.

Parker is here.

He crossed the street and walked to the door of the store with brisk steps. His right hand did not come out of his trousers pocket in front of the revolving door. He never liked to put his hands in his pockets. It seemed that his hands were in his pockets.

There should be something very important.

Thinking of this, she opened the door with joy and really wanted to step across this busy street. But when she got to the street, she saw Sheriff Stacey, his wife, and their daughter Gwen.

·Stacey happened to be standing next to her, talking and laughing, and seemed to be about to cross the street to the other side.

As soon as she saw her smiling face, Mary Jane felt uncomfortable all over, so she simply turned around and wanted to go back to the underwear store just now, but when she reached the door, the door had been locked from the inside by the shop owner, and the curtain inside had just been closed.

After being pulled up, a slender hand painted with cheap red nail polish stretched out from the curtain and turned the "OPEN" sign over to the "CLOSE" side. She felt full of contempt.

When she turned around, Stacey's family had already reached the door of the restaurant opposite and was about to open the door to enter. She hurriedly ran to the side of the road and wanted to cross the road quickly, but she was pushed back by cars speeding by and impatiently honking their horns.

The good mood from last night to today was completely shattered by the unfavorable events that followed, and my interest in dining together in a high-end restaurant was gone.

After finally arriving at the door of the restaurant, she received a call from Gary, the director's assistant, informing her that there would be no rehearsals for the next week. At this time, she was completely in no mood to show the smile she had carefully prepared when she saw Peter before going out. When she entered the door, she saw a

Peter, who was smiling and talking to himself in the air, saw him raising his hands in excitement and she could only force a smile and go up to him.

During the meal, Peter happily talked about how Spider-Man was gradually being accepted and began to receive praise from people. Flowers and applause came to comfort her for her career difficulties, but she felt even more depressed and inferior in her heart. She was once

Abandon the wedding with the moon landing hero and run to find this lonely city hero.

But now, he has become a much-anticipated new star, admired by everyone, but she... has turned from a popular drama actor to a Broadway singer, but has received so much criticism and criticism. She feels that the only one who is really lonely now is herself. Especially

Later, I saw that Gwen Stacy actually knew Peter Parker. The close interaction between the two completely defeated Mary Jane's last line of defense. She didn't even remember how she walked home in despair.

She didn't remember where her favorite dress was scratched. She only remembered that she suddenly woke up and found herself lying on the velvet bed at home without even taking off her high heels.

The moon and stars outside the window were sparse, and from time to time there were one or two strange calls of unknown birds, which made the night even colder.

But now she stared at Peter Parker's body and bit her hand and cried heartbrokenly. She remembered everything Peter said that night. He carefully prepared the song she sang on Broadway as the background music. She remembered when she left.

When she arrived at the door, she saw Peter using a fork to take out the ring from the champagne in front of her...

Why was she so stupid at that time? She really wanted to go back to that moment and slap herself in the face, then throw herself into Parker's arms, drink the glass of champagne in one gulp, and say to him a hundred times a thousand times that I do.

, then listen to the music you are most familiar with and watch the diamond on the ring emit a kaleidoscope-like colorful light under the gorgeous crystal lamp in the restaurant, and then...

She slid from her seat to the ground, her kneecaps making a dull sound on the ground. Her neck rested on the chair, and tears flowed freely on her pale cheeks like spring water.

In his mind, Peter stood on the bridge holding peonies in his hands and was so excited when he heard his words of breakup:

"What are you talking about?"

"No, no, please don't say that..."

"I know I'm selfish, I will change, I will do better..."

"We are in love, I love you." By this time Peter was almost out of breath with excitement, and his eyes were filled with tears.

"There will always be problems. When people encounter problems that can be solved, they can work together to find solutions and communicate with each other."

It was because Harry Osborn deliberately threatened Mary Jane to do this to him in order to torture him. Although it was not from the heart, seeing Peter's heartbroken look, she really felt it now, that kind of heartbreaking, painful.

Heartbreaking.

"Listen, do you understand? Do you know what this is?"

Especially when he tremblingly took out the diamond ring from his pocket that she had been looking forward to wearing on her hand for countless nights, by her favorite Peter Parker, her heart ached. But she still had to grit her teeth.

Rejecting him is the best way to protect each other.

"Do you know what I expect from us?" Peter Parker cried.

"I already have someone else." In order to make him give up, she could only say this, "I already have someone else."

Then Peter was left alone and hurried away.

Thinking of this, thinking of the despairing Peter who was left on the bridge by him, a hero who risked his life countless times to protect himself and the city, she could no longer suppress the grief in her heart and cried loudly with all her strength.

She didn't scream so loudly even after falling from a height of hundreds of meters.

She knelt in front of Parker's bed and cried, calling Peter Parker's name, crying and repeating "I love you", "Don't leave me", "Take me away", "Don't leave me", "I

"Willing"... words like this.

Although the operating room next door has the best soundproofing, Strange's ears can still catch the subtle vibrations. He has been a little numb after facing death all day long. He asked to wipe his sweat several times today, and the scalpel trembled.

Shaking several times, I couldn't continue and stopped for a moment.

"Aren't you Iron Man? Aren't you saving the world? Aren't you able to fight aliens? Then why don't you save him! You..." Gwen Stacey choked with tears and punched him one after another.

Stark stood like a sculpture outside the observation window of Peter's room. The corners of his mouth were trembling, and tears were stubbornly rolling in his eyes. Stacey's blow didn't feel at all to him at the moment. How he wished he could

He was in pain, which gave him an excuse to shed tears.

Natasha, with bandages all over her body, looked at the yellow leaves falling outside the window. The wide-open window made her ward as cold as an ice cellar. No matter how Bruce Banner and the doctors and nurses tried to persuade her, her

The only arm that could still move was stubbornly holding on to the window to prevent it from closing. Her purple lips almost caused her to bleed from biting them.

The TV showed a scene of a kilometer around Osborne being almost razed to the ground. Because of the installation of background reflectors, the U.S. Air Force is still looking for the whereabouts of Nick Fury and the aerospace aircraft carrier. Once the once all-powerful man is caught,

The director of S.H.I.E.L.D. will be charged with treason for stealing state secret equipment.

"In the end, nothing was saved."

After Romanov muttered, his arm that was supporting the window sill suddenly softened, and he spat out a mouthful of black pus and blood, which fell heavily from the bed to the cold floor.

Banner, who had been guarding her for days and nights without a wink, suddenly woke up at the same time, rolled on the ground, and screamed for the doctors and nurses.

"Steve, a call from New York..."

Rogers and Sharon Carter were talking and laughing when they came to the side of the road and saw Sam Wilson with his left arm in a plaster and Agent Coulson with a solemn look on his face, holding the flip flop that the captain usually used.

Cell phone, and behind him is the Harrier transport aircraft parked on the grass in the park surrounded by reporters, children, police and other crowds. The Maximov brothers and sisters, "Human Torch" St. John and "Steelman" Pete came from

The man in the cabin looked at him sadly.

"I'm Rogers..."

Rogers had a premonition that something was going on, but when he heard Hill choked up several times on the phone, the body of this tough guy who had been invincible since World War II suddenly shook, and the expression on his face immediately became cloudy, and his brows were furrowed.

When the reporters saw this scene, they all put down their cameras and microphones.

Seeing this, Sharon Carter glanced at Rogers pretending to be casual, then immediately took out her cell phone from her pocket and dialed a series of numbers skillfully, squeezing out the reporters and the crowd.

Before the operator finished his introduction, "This is the European headquarters of the American task force and international counter-terrorism organizations in Berlin," he said firmly: "I am Sharon Carter, pick up Commander Everett K. Ross."

, now immediately!"

(To be continued)