Venom My Wife

Captain America slept in the ice for about seventy years. When he woke up again, the world in front of him had already changed.

The once familiar street buildings were replaced by modern buildings towering into the clouds, and the roar of old cars turned into the low roar of new vehicles that were speeding at high speed.

People's dress and communication methods are very different from what he remembers.

He was eager to find those familiar faces, but he got news that Paige was already old.

When he knew that Paige had never married in his life, Steve felt relieved.

But when he woke up instantly, he felt extremely disgusted with his selfish thoughts.

He saved the world, but failed Paige.

In this bustling and strange world, Steve felt unprecedented loneliness and confusion. Hydra had disappeared, and this world no longer needed his rescue.

Although there was a black man who had been inviting him to join the new team, he refused.

During this period, he has been taking care of Paige and refuses to touch the outside world.

He prepared three meals for Peggy every day, chatted with her and relieved her boredom, and pushed her to walk in the garden. The sun shone on them, but it could not illuminate the haze in Steve's heart.

Although Paige has been persuading him, Steve is like a stubborn cow and refuses to leave.

He was afraid to face that completely unfamiliar world, and afraid to lose the only remaining warmth around Paige.

Until yesterday, he was hearing the nurses chat.

"The Demon Group sells amazing potions, healing potions, broken limb rebirth potions, and youth, each one is amazing."

"I heard that the Youth Doctor of the Demon Group is still studying longevity medicine, and I don't know if we have the chance to buy it."

Steve returned to the ward calmly, looking at the sleeping Paige, with complex emotions in his eyes.

Everything was so coincidental. Although he had been out of touch with this world for a long time, his instinct did not degenerate.

It was obvious that someone said it to him on purpose.

But he wanted to try it, even if it was a trap, it didn't matter. Paige didn't have much time left.

When Steve thought of this, his heart felt like he was tightly held by an invisible big hand, so painful that it was hard to breathe.

Paige looked at the building with the demonic logo getting closer and closer.

Although she has retired for a long time, she still knows the big news recently.

"Steve, you can't go there, there is..."

Steve put one hand on Paige's shoulder and pressed it gently, as if he wanted to pass on his strength and determination to her.

"I know, Paige, believe me."

His voice was calm and firm, and his eyes looked straight ahead.

"Um…"

Steve walked into the building with a wheelchair, and there was a beautiful brunette at the front desk.

Although she was a little confused about the pair, she still smiled professionally.

"Hello, is there anything wrong?"

"I want to see the Demon King."

"Sorry, our devil is not here for the time being. If you need it, you can meet with our acting president. Do you have an appointment?"

"No.""

"Sorry, please apply for an appointment before you can meet."

"My name is Steve Rogers, I am Captain America, please inform me."

The beauty at the front desk was slightly stunned. She had seen anyone during this period, and this was the first time she had seen someone pretending to be Captain America.

"Sorry, unless Captain America himself, I can inform you, otherwise, please leave here."

She still had a polite but firm smile on her face, thinking to herself that it would be useless to look like her, and this job cannot be easily adapted.

Flint also walked over with a expressionless face. During this period, he had dealt with too many people who wanted to see the Demon King like this.

As for the old lady, he thought he would be gentle.

"Hahaha, Steve, you are suspected to be fake." Paige, who was sitting in a wheelchair, couldn't help laughing.

Steve was also a little helpless.

Take out a handful of coins from your pocket and hold them tightly, and the veins in your arms swell up.

When it was loosened, the coins had all deformed and stuck together.

"Can I prove my identity?"

"...Yes, I'll report it."

The black-haired front desk widened his eyes and quickly began to contact the acting president.

Captain America himself, alive.

Flint looked at Steve vigilantly, thinking to himself that even Captain America would smash it into meat pie if he dared to do something here.

Tom got off soon, and he hurriedly came to Steve in front of him in a suit and tie.

"Hello, Captain America, then this is Agent Carter! I have heard of your story since I was a child. I am Tom, the acting president of the Demon Group."

He had a passionate smile on his face and he stretched out his hand.

"Hello, Tom."

Steve responded, looking at the enthusiastic Tom, he felt a little uncomfortable, his expression slightly stiff.

Tom said: "The leader has something important to me. I am handling the affairs of the group. Please follow me."

Steve pushed Paige and followed behind him.

Flint also returned to his original position, and his protection was not needed in the company.

They came to a spacious and bright conference room where Tom asked them to sit down and then had someone serve coffee and snacks.

"Steve, I wonder what you are doing this time?" Tom asked.

Steve looked at Tom and said firmly, "I heard that your group is working on a life-long drug, and I want to ask for medicine for Pephi."

Tom smiled slightly, without any surprise.

"Of course, the potion was developed and was originally about to be sold. Although it was not yet available for sale, Steve, you are a hero of this country. I am willing to make an exception for you."

His tone was sincere and enthusiastic, and the smile on his face became brighter.

Steve's eyes lit up, and he didn't expect it to be so smooth.

But Paige frowned. She had dealt with countless bureaucrats and businessmen and knew the faces of these people.

If he let go so easily, either this thing is sky-high or he wants far more than money.

Her eyes became solemn, and she gently pulled Steve's corner of her clothes, signaling him not to be too happy.

Steve asked, “I want to know how much it costs to prolong your life medicine.”

Tom smiled and raised his two fingers. “It only takes 2 billion.”

“2 billion!”

Steve couldn't help but exclaim.

This is an astronomical figure that he will never see in his life.

"Yes, life-extending potions are medicines that we sell specifically for the rich. Each one can prolong life for ten years. It takes 2 billion to buy ten years, which is very cheap."

Tom still had a smile on his face, his tone of relaxation, as if he was talking about a very ordinary product.

At first he wanted to sell 10 billion directly, but considering that it might cause world turmoil and affect the leader's plan, he sold 2 billion.

It just happened to be stuck on an extreme valve, and the life-extending potion can only be used once, so it is impossible for some old people to extend their lives infinitely.