Chapter 526 Going Home to Harvest Cotton

Chapter 526 Go home and collect cotton~

"You think, am I really suitable?"

Leni actually didn't care about the answer to the question, she just wanted to see the reaction of these two guys who had their own agenda.

The result was indeed satisfying, and the fleeting expressions on both people's faces looked very wonderful.

"I'm going back first."

After seeing what she wanted to see, Leni simply didn't stay any longer. She didn't want to listen to the two people fooling her, so she simply found an excuse and walked away.

After briefly washing her hands in the bathroom, Leni returned to the auditorium.

The funeral was still going on, and Sharon, who was the niece of the deceased, was also invited to the stage to tell a story about her aunt's life. Everyone was listening solemnly, except Leni, whose mind was wandering to nowhere.

The subsequent process was as usual, and Agent Carter's body was sent to the cremator for cremation amid the condolences of all the visiting guests.

After that comes the burial, laying flowers, saluting, and observing silence...

It wasn't until the sky was so bloody that it began to rain continuously, and the crowd began to comfort each other and disperse.

Steve stood in front of Peggy's tombstone, staring at the name of his beloved for a long time, reluctant to leave.

"Steve..."

Natasha gently called Captain America's name, wanting to remind him that it was getting late.

Agent Carter's family members had already left, and apart from Sharon, only the Avengers were left.

"You guys go back first, I want to stay here for a while."

Captain America said in a deep voice without looking back. However, the more he acted like this at the moment, the more worrying he became.

However, everyone also knew the importance of Agent Carter in Captain America's heart, so they simply didn't try to persuade him anymore. They just reminded Jarvis to pay attention, and then they returned to the Airbus together.

…

A few days later, early in the morning, Washington, D.C.——

In order to relieve the depression in his heart, Steve, who couldn't sleep well all night, put on a sports suit, faced the newly whitened sky, and kept running around the reflecting pool in front of the Washington Monument.

Steve was exerting all his strength throughout the process, as if only by turning all the accumulated depression in his heart into sweat and sweating it out could he feel completely at ease.

One lap, two laps, as if I don’t even know what fatigue is.

If they hadn't known that he was the famous Captain America, the people running around him might have exclaimed loudly:

"Thank you very much! Look at Superman!"

Sam Wilson, a former U.S. paratrooper veteran, is one of the many unlucky people who are lucky enough to meet this legendary figure.

"On your left!"

When Sam first noticed the other party, it was just because of this simple reminder, but after the other party kept using this language to "remind" him over and over again, Sam finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Don't say it, I don't allow you to say it!"

But the result...

"Go home and collect cotton~"

cough! Cross it out!

The same voice as always came from Sam's side:

"On your left!"

Even though he had tried his best to tap the remaining energy in his muscles, the final result was still so helpless.

Looking at the figure that was nearly a hundred meters away from him in just a few breaths, Sam felt helpless and a little relieved.

What's helpless is that this super human is really not an opponent that ordinary people like me can reach.

What is gratifying is that this super human is on the side of his country, so he does not have to worry about one day facing this superhero.

Dragging his exhausted body, Sam panted and collapsed under the big tree. The discomfort in his lungs made it difficult for him to breathe.

Fortunately, the experience accumulated over many years of joining the army enabled him to master a method to quickly calm his heartbeat and breathing.

"Do you need me to call the doctor for you?"

That "nightmare"-like voice sounded from his left rear again, and Sam smiled helplessly.

"I thought you were going to say that to me again."

After hearing this, Steve temporarily put aside his worries, smiled and joked.

"I really meant to say that...On your left~"

"You guy...so you did it on purpose."

A relaxed smile appeared on Steve's face.

This time it was sincere, and it was the first time since returning to London.

Perhaps compared to friends who knew his past, it seemed easier for him to open up to the stranger in front of him.

"Which army are you from?"

"The 58th Airborne Rescue Division, now in the Department of Veterans..."

Just like the encounter in the original timeline, the two got to know each other, and then developed a sense of identity with each other because they were both retired soldiers.

"Sam Wilson."

"Steve Rogers."

"Yeah, I know. You are big celebrities now, and the things you did in New York and London were quite exciting."

At the mention of London, a hint of sadness flashed across Steve's face, but it was immediately covered up by it.

"No way, someone has to do some things."

Sam nodded, not noticing the strange look in Steve's eyes.

"You're right, there has to be someone... How is modern life? I saw it said in Stark's press conference that you are still trying to adapt to this era."

Raising his eyebrows, Steve temporarily put aside the worries in his mind and replied along with Sam's topic:

"Well, there are indeed many things that need to be adapted, such as travel, food, clothing, and the Internet... These all take up a lot of my time."

Sam nodded in agreement.

As a veteran who had been on a long-term overseas assignment, what Steve said took him a lot of time and energy to adapt to after returning to a stable living environment.

Therefore, he could understand the other party's difficulties.

"You can listen to the original soundtrack written by Marvin Gaye for the movie "The Black Hand" in 1972. The things you need to make up are all in this album."

"Then I'll write it down."

Steve took out his notebook from his pocket and wrote down the name of the album recommended by Sam.

Just when he was about to thank him, he didn't expect that the mobile phone in his pocket sent a message alert tone.

"There is a mission, leave immediately, I'll wait for you on the roadside."

Steve took a deep breath after seeing the content of the message.

"It's time to live... Thank you for running with me, Sam, if that's what you call running."

"Oh, the evaluation is so low?"

"Haha, that's it."

"Okay, if you can come to the Veterans Affairs Department one day, please notify me in advance so that I can show my face in front of the beautiful receptionist."

"I'll remember..."

As the two were talking, a black Corvette C7 slowly stopped by the roadside, and the lowered window revealed the beauty sitting in the driver's seat inside - Natasha Romanoff, a Level 7 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Guys, does anyone know where the Smithsonian Museum is? I'm going to pick up a fossil."

"That's hilarious..."

...

Half an hour later, on the other side of the earth, over the Indian Ocean--

"The target is a mobile satellite launch platform, the Lemuria Star. Ninety-three minutes ago, they launched the last satellite before the pirates boarded the ship."

As one of the mission leaders of this operation, Rumlow simply and clearly introduced the specific mission content to the two Captains.

A group of daring pirates targeted the SHIELD transport ship named Lemuria Star, and successfully boarded the ship and held all the crew members and several SHIELD agents hostage.

"They offered 1.5 billion US dollars, which is a lion's mouth."

The reason why they were so bold was because of the unlucky agent Sitwell.

A few days ago, Sitwell was secretly arranged by Pierce to carry out a special cargo transportation mission, and was told to be extremely careful along the way and remember not to be noticed by anyone.

But I never thought that there would be someone in this world who would be so bold that he dared to hijack even the ship of SHIELD.

Faced with those well-armed and well-trained special pirates, the unprepared Sitwell could only watch these fearless guys board their ship.

"SHIELD, never negotiate!"

Fearless of those armed pirates, Sitwell said the classic line ruthlessly.

Upon hearing this, a guy who looked the most senior among the pirates narrowed his eyes, leaned down and stared at Sitwell, who still had a calm expression.

"Who gave you the courage to talk to me like this?"

Sitwell did not respond, but looked at him with an expression that he was not afraid of anything you said.

"You are very brave. In this case, if I don't help you sacrifice heroically once, wouldn't it be too inhumane for me?"

As if he was angered by the disdain in Sitwell's eyes, the guy stretched out his hand and slapped Sitwell in the face!

Pah!

The crisp sound of slapping spread throughout the kitchen, but Sitwell just tilted his neck stubbornly, and even though his face was burning, he still looked at the man in front of him with contempt.

"Okay, you are tough enough. Come on, catch him!"

"If the money is not paid by the time, then give him a peanut to taste!"