Traversed 99 Worlds at the Same Time

Walking out of the gate of the clinic, Steve saw that Duke had locked the door with an iron chain, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere was very delicate. He tried to make the atmosphere better: "I think you know my name, you can call me Steve, you don't have to always call me Steve." Call me captain. It’s been seventy years, and I’m no longer a captain.”

"My name is Duke, and I'm a dentist." Duke put on the big lock: "You have always been the captain. When I was in school, your picture was printed in the history books. There is an exhibition hall dedicated to you in the New York Museum. You smashed You gave up your ambitions and stopped the Axis powers from conquering the world, you are the symbol of this country and the hero of the world."

Steve was surprised: "Is that me? I don't remember me being so great, I can't do this, the victory is due to the tireless efforts of everyone, it can't be attributed to one person. And you are really a dentist? I thought you were an alien."

Duke ignored Steve's complaints, and continued: "This is how you are promoted in the books. Some people have made you a myth and built you into a spirit and belief."

Steve was speechless, a little hesitant: "Why me, obviously there are so many heroes?"

"Because your story is the most legendary, and it may also be because you are dead. A dead faith can only be admired by people, and a living one might run for the presidential election... that's probably the case." Duke's sharp words were like A sharp knife picked apart the bloody reality.

After listening to Steve, he suddenly became inexplicably irritable, feeling depressed in his heart, but he didn't know who to vent it on. He suddenly heard that he had become a unique hero, and he was a little happy, but behind the hero was a game of interests, which reminded him of his life in the song and dance troupe, when he was also a symbol.

"Hey, Dr. Duke! We're meeting for the third time tonight, don't you really think about getting some laundry detergent?" Gould, the salesman, came out from the corner and greeted happily: "Wow! Your family What happened to the gate? S.W.A.T. came to your house to counter terrorism?"

"Laundry powder?" Steve didn't know what to do, the salesman was too hardworking now, and he went out at night to expand his business.

"Dude, make a face! Do you want some washing powder?" Gould turned to look at Steve, looked him up and down, shook his head and stopped talking nonsense. A professional salesman must have a sharp eye. Gold can tell at a glance that Steve's coat doesn't fit well. He either stole it or borrowed it. Everything is trendier than this.

Poor ghost without a dime! Gold scolded secretly.

"What's laundry detergent?" Steve looked at Duke in the spirit of asking when he didn't understand.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, his name is Gold, and he's a gangster in this street. The washing powder is hexine, and with your superhuman physical fitness, it's fine to eat as a meal." Duke explained.

Steve didn't speak, Gold got angry first, he spit and pointed at himself to defend: "Doctor, I'm not a street gangster, I'm a gangster."

Gold's funny look amused Steve. Captain America smiled and looked at the gangster in front of him. He could feel that the other party's character was not bad, but at most he had gone astray and was far from the underworld.

"Gold, do you know what the real underworld is?" Duke felt the need to explain it to the idiot in front of him, lest he be caught by the police one day and still not know what was wrong.

"The real underworld?" Gold was stunned.

"The underworld is driving tens of millions of luxury cars, wearing famous brand suits, holding important social positions, holding dozens of women in their arms, surrounded by a group of bodyguards, having a prominent reputation, high education, high quality, and high cultivation, and is often praised by major media. They are philanthropists. Well... Also, every time they do good deeds, they will be photographed by reporters." Duke spoke quickly without stopping.

"What about someone like me who smokes and plays cards, speaks dirty words, sells washing powder in the middle of the night, and has the nerve to talk to others without a few holes in his clothes?" Gold suddenly felt that Duke's words made sense, so he humbly asked for advice. He wants to know where he stands.

Duke: "It's an asshole!"

Gold: "..."

Saying goodbye to the dejected Gold, Duke took Steve on the streets of Brooklyn. At four o'clock in the morning, the lights in New York were brightly lit, and there was an endless stream of people coming and going on the bustling main street. The colorful neon lights printed on Steve's face, making his face look pale.

The two walked around for a long time, and Duke took Steve to the museum by subway. The gate of the museum was naturally closed in the middle of the night, but this did not bother Duke. He said something kindly to the guard at the gate, and the guard greeted the two of them with a smile as if they were serving the boss.

"How did you do it?" Steve asked curiously. At first, the guard's attitude was very tough, but after Duke said a few nonsense words, the other party's attitude changed drastically, and the smile on his face was so wrinkled.

"I am good at communicating with others. This is the charm of language! There are not so many quarrels in life, and sometimes people only barely understand each other." Duke said sincerely, and fed the captain a bowl of chicken soup by the way.

Steve rolled his eyes, he didn't believe Duke's nonsense, he could feel what Duke did to the guards, but it was too secretive for him to notice.

The guard turned on the lights in the museum, turned on the radio and phantom lights, and led the two to the Captain America exhibition hall. Steve quietly looked at the description about him, and he ignored the boastful praises directly, and looked at the other scenes without saying a word. There were those from his friend Bucky, and those from the Roaring Commando... Reminiscing about the memories in his mind, Steve was silent for a long time.

"How do you feel?" Duke asked.

"It's so much, I don't know how to describe it."

"The New York Police Station is on the next street. You can go there and identify yourself. Someone will pick you up soon."

"I'm just a former soldier, and the society doesn't need me anymore." Steve laughed miserably, and sat down on a chair. The museum's knowledge clearly and accurately told him that he was just a past tense. In the age of information and technology, there is no ship that can carry him... Well, there is no room for him.

To put it bluntly, he is a soldier who can only fight, and he has no skills other than executing orders.

He has been unable to sleep for seventy years. He is too out of touch with the world. His thoughts are still stuck in seventy years ago. Whether it is cognitive convenience or psychological level, he is out of tune. He doesn't even know what washing powder is.

No friends, no family, everything is blank, standing alone on the opposite side of the world, wanting to blend in but unable to do so.

The once hero is now just a lost bum with no home.

Lonely, fearful, confused, overwhelmed... Duke saw countless negative emotions in Steve's eyes, which surprised him. Is this still the fearless Captain America? Where did his confidence and tenacity go?

Duke thought of the masterpiece he had seen before. In the movie "The Shawshank Redemption", the old man who had been in prison for fifty years could not overcome his fear of reality after being released from prison, and hanged himself in a small hotel. Smile. Similarly, there is also a novel "Sea Pianist" that tells a similar plot.

Steve's situation is better than theirs, but not much better. When you wake up, human beings have entered the era of space colonization. How do you feel? No identity, no relatives and friends, no one knows who you are... Laughing and laughing have nothing to do with them, and the only thing left is loneliness. This is not the world, this is hell!

"Maybe you should see a psychiatrist. I know some nice guys who can introduce you. Of course, their fees are very high, and they are billed by the hour. But don't worry, I think at your advanced age, there will be some problems." You can get less retirement wages and pensions.” Duke said with a strange expression on his face: “They owe you a lot of wages, maybe they will compensate you for a house, and now the land in New York is very expensive, and it’s good to have a house .You just fell asleep, and when you wake up, you can save fifty years of struggle, which is actually pretty good..."

Steve listened to a black line, pension or something, he couldn't accept it for a while, his mental age was only in his twenties. There are still 50 years to buy a house. How expensive is the house price in New York now?

"I don't want to contact people in the country now, so forget it!" Steve sighed dejectedly: "I could devote myself to serving the country before, but it's different now. The times don't need me anymore."

"So Steve, where do you want to go next?" Duke felt as if he had changed the plot, and it would be interesting if Steve was no longer Captain America.

"I...I don't know either." Steve looked blankly at his exhibition hall, the world only had memories of him, and he himself was redundant.

Just when Duke was about to say something, Steve suddenly walked into a studio. On the poster in front of the door was a headshot of a beautiful woman in military uniform, which was his girlfriend Peggy Carter.

Duke didn't go into the exhibition hall, but stood against the wall outside the door. Inside was a sad story. He didn't want to comfort an old man who was emotionally hurt.

After a long time, Steve came out, the corners of his eyes were a little red and swollen, he staggered, and his figure became even more stooped. After repeated blows, no matter how strong his spirit was, he still couldn't bear it.

Duke didn't speak, and patted Steve on the shoulder: "Captain, would you like to go to the bar for a drink?"

Steve smiled bitterly: "My cells are immune to alcohol and toxins, so I can't get drunk."

"That's really a tragedy." Duke sympathized, what's the difference between non-drunk wine and mineral water.

"You can just call me Steve, I'm not the captain anymore." Steve's words seemed to mean something.

"Okay, Captain."

"It's Steve..."

"Understood, Captain."

"Forget it, as long as you're happy." Steve reluctantly gave up. He really wanted to punch Duke in the face, but he was afraid of pain.

The two walked out of the museum. Steve walked on the street and asked suddenly, "Doctor Duke, if I go to the police station, aren't you afraid of revealing your identity?"

Steve is not a fool. On the contrary, the super soldier serum gave him an unparalleled clear mind. His IQ crushes most people, but he is out of touch with society and makes him look a bit stupid. He could feel that Duke was extraordinary, but such a powerful person hiding in a small clinic on the streets of New York was too suspicious from any angle.

"No, I will clean your memory before I leave. No one will know that I saved you." Duke shrugged, indicating that these are not problems.

Steve twitched his cheeks and sneered: "You must be joking... right?"

Duke didn't answer, and the two walked quietly until the sun cleared and they returned to the clinic. Steve turned to look at the alley in the street where he had been beaten.

"Doctor Duke, I have an unfeeling request." Steve was silent all the way, and finally made up his mind.

"Let's say it first, I won't take you in. At most, I'll treat you to breakfast, and then you should go where you want to go." Seeing that Steve hesitated to speak, Duke said first.

"It's not this..." Steve was speechless, and adjusted his tone: "I want to meet Peggy, can you help me?"

"Huh? Why do you think I can help you?"

"Intuition tells me you can." Steve recalled: "She is my only obsession in this world... I still owe her a dance. Fortunately, I still have a chance to make it up, otherwise I really don't know how alive I am." What's the point?"

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