Traversed 99 Worlds at the Same Time

"Doctor, can you help me?" Steve looked at Duke affectionately, his eyes full of enthusiasm, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.

Under the gaze of those big watery eyes, Duke was quickly defeated. Steve is already very pitiful, and it doesn't hurt to help him within the scope of his ability, and it is considered a good deed.

It's not without reason that Duke thinks this way, it's because the other party has messed up too badly. Steve has been frozen for seventy years, which means he hasn't fired a cannon for seventy years... No, he didn't fire a cannon before he was frozen. In this way, this old man is ninety years old, and he doesn't even know 'Shakespeare'!

Duke felt like not giving him a hand would be a little out of the way, because Steve was quite possibly the saddest... virgin of the century.

"Okay, I've lost to you. I'll help you find out your girlfriend's current address. You wait for me at the clinic." Duke looked at the time and turned to walk towards Chinatown next door. It was six o'clock in the morning, exactly Have breakfast first.

"Doctor, do you need my help?" Steve chased after him, and analyzed in a straightforward manner: "Although I don't know what Peggy did later, her identity is confidential no matter what she does, and it may not be easy to find out about her. .”

"Give me two hours, and I'll be back soon. Believe me, I'm good at communicating with others!" Duke smiled mysteriously, stopped the captain from following, and disappeared on the street after a few dodges.

Three hours later, a starving Steve was scavenging for something to eat in the clinic's refrigerator, where he had been frozen for seven decades and was starving. It's a pity that the clinic's refrigerator is instant coffee except for canned coffee. Steve had no choice but to drink five cups of plain water to fill himself up.

"Captain, I'm back..." As soon as Duke entered the door, he saw Steve who was drinking heavily, and couldn't help hiccupping. The 'Goubuli Potstickers' in China Town is really delicious, no wonder the business is so good that there is a long queue.

"Doctor, you're an hour late!" Steve shrugged his nose, and Duke's scent made him twitch his index finger.

Under Steve's expectant gaze, Duke took out a thick stack of A4 papers from behind and put them in his hand. Steve held back his hunger and looked through it, and was surprised to find that it recorded the life information of his girlfriend Peggy, from birth to retirement, which was very detailed. It involves the Ministry of National Defense of the United Kingdom and the United States, the World Security Council, and a special department called the "Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency".

"How did you do it?" Steve was dumbfounded. He could see that this file was the top secret among secrets, and it was at the highest level. Without a certain identity, he didn't even have the qualifications to read these secrets. Such a world-class file was printed on a stack of A4 paper, which made him feel extremely strange.

"It's nothing, I just brought it if I wanted it, and they are actually very talkative." Duke didn't explain too much, and said bluntly: "Now that Peggy is settling in the UK to retire, her health is not very good, we'd better leave as soon as possible."

"Leave now? Don't book a plane ticket?" Steve was a little flustered, but he was a little timid at the thought of meeting Peggy.

"I'll change your clothes first..." Duke looked at the time, and led the captain towards the basement: "It's 9 am in New York, and it's about 2 pm in London. Very good, we don't need to be jet-lagged."

Steve put the A4 paper aside and followed behind Duke: "But the fastest time to get there by plane is ten hours!"

"It's not that troublesome, it'll be quick." Duke opened the door to the basement, pulled Steve to stand on the teleportation array, and the next second the two appeared in a deep alley in London.

Steve was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and at the same time, he became more convinced that Duke's identity as an alien.

"Hey, what did I see! Are you two magicians?"

The timing of Duke and Steve's appearance is unfortunate, and three sneaky men approach them after they have just witnessed a catastrophe. It has to be said that foreigners are really capable of killing people. In other places, ordinary people would have already run away.

"My friend is missing his outfit, and he has a date. Could you please help?" Duke glanced at the three of them, and smiled kindly.

"No problem, we Brits are the most helpful!" The three of them started to take off their clothes in a daze, and got together a suit of clothes and pants that barely fit Steve's size.

Steve took the clothes and hesitated, "Isn't that good?"

He could tell that Duke was not good at communicating with people, but he was simply hypnotized and brainwashed.

"These three are not good birds. You don't need to feel guilty." Duke took out a dozen pounds from a jacket, and pointed at the feet of the three. There were seven or eight wallets scattered here and there.

"Thank you for your generosity, now you can go away, remember to forget about today's incident." Duke put the pound into his pocket, and drove the three of them away without any politeness.

The three thieves laughed apologetically, curled up on the ground and rolled away...

"Doctor... you... are really dangerous." Steve gasped and hurriedly put on new clothes. He was born to be a clothes hanger, and a few hippie clothes gave him a yuppie look.

Duke ignored Steve's words, picked up a baseball cap and put it on the other's head, nodded with satisfaction: "Thank you for your compliment! Let's go, the woman is still waiting for you, although you are seventy years late."

Hearing this, Steve immediately fainted. He didn't have the heart to continue asking about Duke's ability, and followed behind him with a heavy heart. Seventy years was too long, enough to change everything. He didn't know how to face Peggy. If Duke wasn't by his side, he would have turned around and run away.

The two took a taxi and stopped in front of an independent small villa. This street is full of small villas with doors facing each other. The area is small, but the environment is very elegant. There are few vehicles on the quiet street, which is very suitable for retirement.

Steve followed behind Duke, hesitating in front of the door for a few minutes, not daring to lift his legs, Duke couldn't stand it and rang the doorbell for him. Soon a maid opened the door. She first looked at Duke and Steve with vigilance, and then put on a professional etiquette smile: "Gentlemen, hello. What can I do?"

"Uh, we're looking for..." Steve thought it was time to come forward, but Duke pushed him aside before he could finish his sentence.

Duke glanced at the maid's hand behind his back, and smiled brightly: "We have an appointment with Ms. Peggy Carter, and we came here to visit her."

The maid was stunned, put away the alarm in her palm, and said with joy on her face: "Great, I'm Martha, a servant in the family. I mean it's great that you can come, Ms. Carter has been waiting for you."

After all, the maid greeted the two of them into the room politely, led them up to the second floor, opened the bedroom door, and left.

Duke looked around, and found that the decoration in the villa was ordinary, rather simple and elegant, giving people a faint sense of warmth. There is nothing long in the bedroom. A gray-haired old lady is sleeping soundly. Her wrinkled face is not rosy, with a trace of sickly paleness. There are large and small medicine bottles on the bedside table, which shows the old man's body Really bad.

Steve stared blankly at the sleeping old woman, sat on the edge of the bed and clasped the other's wrinkled hands, lowered his head and said nothing quietly.

The elderly Carter coughed lightly, woke up slowly, vaguely felt a pair of warm big hands holding her, slowly opened his eyelids and asked, "Martha, is that you? Is the nap time over? Today I think Go out to bask in the sun, please help me up."

Carter's words were exchanged for a burst of silent sobs, and she couldn't help adjusting the focus of her confusion, only to see the figure haunted by her dreams. The firm face, straight nose, eyes full of conviction and never give up, everything is so familiar, as if returning to seventy years ago.

"Are you... are you... are you..." Carter tremblingly took the baseball cap from Steve's head, seeing the bright blonde hair, his voice choked and he couldn't hold back.

On the way here, Steve, who was not yet mentally prepared, wanted to escape several times, but when he really saw his beloved, he suddenly calmed down. Suppressing the grief in his heart, he squeezed out a warm smile on his face, his eyes full of affection, and whispered softly: "Yes, it's me, I'm back!"

"You are..." Carter rubbed his eyes, and said under Steve Xiyi's gaze, "Who are you...?"

Steve: "..."

Director, this script is wrong!

Steve opened his mouth wide, turned his head stiffly to look at Duke, his volcanic eruption suddenly got stuck, and he punched the cotton, which almost made him vomit blood, so he couldn't help but swear: "What the fuck ?”

Looking at the poor couple, Duke sighed and said, "She can't remember you anymore, because she has Alzheimer's disease."

"What kind of disease is that?" The captain looked confused. The family is poor and ugly, 1.49 meters, elementary school education, rural household registration, and the captain of the rookie at that time obviously did not have a high degree of education. When he became tall and strong, and devoted himself to the great wave of anti-fascism, he didn't have time to study, so although he was good at fighting, he really didn't study for a few years.

Duke explained: "Alzheimer's disease is an insidious onset progressive neurodegenerative disease, clinically characterized by memory impairment, aphasia, apraxia, agnosia, impairment of visuospatial skills, and executive dysfunction. and personality and behavioral changes that characterize generalized dementia, the etiology of which is as yet unknown."

Steve still looked blank: "Can you make it simpler?"

Duke shrugged: "Commonly known as Alzheimer's!"

"Ah... oh... I don't understand if you said that earlier!" For some reason, Steve complained in his tone.

At this moment, the aging Carter suddenly clenched Steve's hands, his cloudy eyes burst into infinite surprise: "Steve, is that you? You're still alive...you're back! Great, you're back It's..."

Steve: "...yes, Paige. It's me, I'm back!"

It was supposed to be a very tender moment, but Steve could only hold his lover's hand, as if ten thousand pieces of grass and mud were galloping past in his heart, making him quite speechless.

Turned over yesterday and was complained about...