Marvel World New Magneto

A meteorologist named Lorenz once said this when explaining the air system theory—a butterfly flapping its wings occasionally in the Amazon rainforest may soon cause a tornado in Texas—he This metaphor is used to describe the relationship between small changes and huge continuous reactions, but this effect may be true in the field of meteorology, but not necessarily in human society.At least so far, the last miniature war across the star field in a remote town in New Mexico has not caused changes on the East Coast. The feasting New York is still bustling, and the bookstores, restaurants, cafes and fashion stores in Soho are still booming. cultural scene.

Along the busy street, a customer stepped on the cobblestones and walked into the building on Grand Street. He was tall and handsome, wearing a dark shirt and no tie. He was casual and easy-going. At first glance, he looked about 20 years old , but anyone with a little experience can feel the vicissitudes of life in his body.

This is Captain America Steve Rogers who fell into the ice sea 70 years ago in order to save the world. After being awakened, he joined S.H.I.E.L.D.

Unfortunately, Eric took his team to the southwestern border area without notifying anyone. Rogers rushed to nothing, only saw a few workers renovating the floor in the restaurant where the old friend was stationed, but I was unable to meet this old man.

With a touch of melancholy, he walked around the hall, then left the empty room, walked into the elevator with relatively dim lights, and waited quietly to return to the ground.

At this moment, he felt lonely again, as if he was the only one left in the whole world.Although he woke up longer than Eric, Steve still can't get rid of the past memories.When he was alone in private, he often asked himself, how could this be?A quarter of an hour ago, he was still fighting bravely on the battlefield, smelling the choking smell of gunpowder, driving a fighter plane to cut through the sky, and only experienced a short dormancy in the middle.Then I opened my eyes again and came to another era.

This is a beautiful era, with abundant materials and advanced information, and you can get many things that you could not enjoy 70 years ago.But it's also a scary time, when everything feels so strange.Most of the friends who fought bloody battles together in the past died.The ones left behind are also dying. Whenever he sees the rest of the people lying unconscious on the hospital bed, with transparent hoses inserted into their noses and wrists, Rogers has the urge to turn around and run away, as if doing so would be okay. Make him escape from this dizzying reality.

But he can't escape, he must face it bravely, just like facing brutal enemies in the past, he gritted his teeth and rushed forward to accompany him to the end.

Steve at least superficially did that.He reads contemporary bestsellers.Browse a large number of newspapers and magazines, and actively cooperate with the treatment of a psychologist...but the effect is not obvious.

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

There are no longer familiar friends and beloved women, and there are only a few faces left in the whole world. Although he is also working hard to make new friends, Rogers knows that it is difficult for him to resonate with people of this era.No matter how young he looks, his time has passed, when he was alone in the frozen sea. 70 years have passed without a sound, and all the cheers and struggles have been left in those glorious years.And he was like a snail thrown onto the beach by the last wave before the tide ebbed, he could only watch helplessly as the waves receded behind him, getting farther and farther away from him.

As the elevator descended layer by layer, Steve was immersed in memories, and vaguely heard the reprimand from the officer in the training camp in New Jersey.

"Rogers, run!" The Master Chief, who had already died in Europe, seemed to be alive again at this moment, shouting at the little soldier who fell at the end of the line with his whistle in his mouth.

"quick!"

The desolate voice echoed in his mind, and Steve quietly recalled, returning to the passionate years once again.

For a moment, he really wanted to find a place to have a few drinks alone, but the alcohol had already lost its effect, and his strong metabolism made him lose all ways to anesthetize himself.

With a sound of "ding", the elevator door opened, Steve shook his head, smiled wryly and walked out of the building.

A few people came to face him, and the one in the lead was an old man with silver hair.

The captain accidentally glanced at the old man, and felt that the person who came was quite familiar, but it was definitely not the person he came to see.

Before he could think about it, the visitor had already greeted him.

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

"Magneto." At this point Steve had recognized the person. "Eric Lancer."

Hearing this name, the corner of Magneto's mouth twitched like a nerve reflex.

"Call me Max, that's my real name." He coughed and said. "I'm tired of always explaining the fact that I have nothing to do with another person. I'm not interested in being someone else's second generation. I haven't been since [-]."

"Is this one of the reasons why you are hostile to others?" Captain America asked lightly. He recalled the materials he had read, and he knew how powerful the radical organization of superpowers who are proud of their innate mutations and claiming to be mutants are. Fierce.

If they launched an attack on the street, Rogers would definitely rush forward without hesitation, but the other party seemed to have no intention of doing anything, so he could only keep a distance and try to figure out what was coming.

Magneto knows this too, but he doesn't care.

"I'm not that boring, I'm just fed up with being watched. You've been to Europe and you know how the Nazis treated the Jews. Identification is only the first step, after that it's concentration, testing, elimination...you put your Our compatriots take it too seriously, and so do I, and the future will prove that we are the most natural heirs of the land."

"Successor?" Steve glanced at the followers behind Magneto, who puffed out their chests proudly when they heard the leader's words. "Has someone issued you a certificate of entitlement?"

"Did the colonists of the New World respect the rights of the Indians?" Magneto asked. "But don't worry, I'm not an executioner like the Nazis. When that day comes, I will give the old humans a protected land as generously as your government, and I will greatly reduce their tax burden."

"Thank you - if there is such a day." Steve shrugged habitually, not intending to continue the topic. "What do you want Eric to do?"

"Don't worry, I don't plan to persuade him to join us." Magneto saw his concerns and explained casually. "Enough is messed up on our side. A new Magneto nearly made me obsolete, and now that we have another Scott on the West Coast, it's as if our faction fell apart overnight. I'm not going to give any more Seize the opportunity. Frankly speaking, the superiors of your superiors have asked me, they hope to reach an understanding with us, and recently carried out a joint operation, and I am here to coordinate."

"Joint action, with you?" Steve is a little hard to imagine, what action needs to be jointly carried out by the official and the largest radical organization.

"Go ask your superior, if he is willing to tell you." Finding that Captain America didn't know about it, Magneto teased 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 career. Although we have suffered some small setbacks, as long as the great cause of mutants continues, I will always be full of energy, but you—Captain, you are already out of date." He said in a high spirited manner, completely missing the depression of the previous period.

Steve didn't care about the other party's provocation. He knew that Magneto would not tell him the inside story, so he didn't ask any more questions and left from Grand Street.

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

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

Sparse white hair fell powerlessly behind his head, his face was covered with deep wrinkles, his breathing was weak, his chest rose and fell slightly, and a dry and thin wrist was exposed from the loose cuffs... All these reminded Rogers that the patient's life Coming to an end.

"Peggy..." Through the glass, Steve whispered her name softly.Few people know that there is a pocket watch hidden in his arms. The inner layer of the watch case is embedded with a photo of her in her youth. Through the yellowed image on the edge scorched by gunfire, she can still see her long hair and shawl. The lips are bright, and there is a strong and moving temperament under the elegant demeanor.

At that time, Agent Carter was the most beautiful scenery of the Scientific Strategic Corps. Steve had had many dreams related to her, but in every dream he was forced to separate from her.

Maybe Carter was never supposed to belong to Captain America.

They should all come out of their own lives.

Steve smiled, and through the dim light of the ward, the halo-shrouded female agent in the memory and the patient in reality gradually separated and quietly gathered together again.

When the two shadows of Peggy Carter finally became one, visiting hours came to an end.

This time, without waiting for the nurse's reminder, Steve slowly exited the ward.

It was late at this time, and there were no clouds in the clear night sky. The bright crescent moon and the dots of stars sprinkled their light on the earth together, illuminating the peaceful hospital.

Rogers left the hospital, stood in front of the door for a minute, and then left alone along the road leading to the city center.

When his figure completely disappeared into the distance, the light in the ICU where Carter was in flickered for a while, the scene was distorted and blurred, and finally the realistic projection disappeared, revealing an empty ward. (to be continued~^~)