Chapter 152: Captain America's Pension

Walking out of the clinic’s door, Steve saw Duke fasten the door with an iron chain, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere was very subtle. He tried to make the atmosphere better: "I think you know my name. You can call me Steve. Call me the captain. It has been seventy years, and I am no longer a captain."
"My name is Duke, I'm a dentist." Duke put the big lock on: "You have always been the captain. When I was in school, the history book also had your picture printed on it. In the New York Museum there is a special exhibition hall for you. After the Nazi ambition, stopped the Axis 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 how great I am. I can't do this. The victory is because of everyone's unremitting efforts and cannot be attributed to one person. And you really are a dentist? I thought you were an alien."
Duke ignored Steve's complaints, and continued: "This is how you are promoted in books. Some people have made you a myth and made you a spirit and belief."
Steve was speechless and hesitated: "Why me, obviously there are so many heroes?"
"Because your story is the most legendary, and it may also be because you are dead. The dead faith can only be admired, and the alive may participate in the presidential election... Probably that's it." Duke said sharply. A sharp knife opened the reality.
After hearing this, Steve suddenly became inexplicably irritable, feeling a depression in his heart, but he didn't know who to vent to. Suddenly he heard that he had become a unique hero, and he was a little bit happy, but behind the hero was a game of interests, which reminded him of his life in the singing and dancing troupe, when he was also a symbol.
"Hey, Doctor Duke! We met for the third time tonight, are you really not thinking about some washing powder?" Salesman Gold sprang out from the corner and greeted happily, "Wow! What happened to the door? SWAT came to your house to fight terrorism?"
"Washing powder?" Steve didn't know how hard he was. Now the salesman is too diligent and goes out to expand his business at night.
"Guy, silly face! Want some washing powder?" Gold turned to look at Steve, looked up and down a few times, shook his head and stopped talking nonsense. A professional salesman must have a fierce vision. Gold can tell at a glance that Steve’s coat doesn’t fit, he either steals or borrows it. The trousers on his legs are of an old fashioned style, even worn by the grandfather of the park. All are more fashionable than this.
Poor ghost without a dime! Gold cursed secretly.
"What is washing powder?" In the good moral of asking if you don't understand, Steve looked at Duke.
"Don't listen to his nonsense, his name is Gold, he's a gangster on this street. Washing powder is Hexin. With your superhuman physical fitness, it's fine to eat as a meal." Duke explained.
Steve didn't speak, and Gold was first angry. He spitted and pointed at himself and argued: "Doctor, I am not a street gangster, I am a underworld."
Gold amused Steve with his funny look. Captain America smiled and looked at the gangster in front of him. He could feel that the other party's character was not bad, at best he was going astray, and he was far from the underworld.
"Gold, do you know what a real underworld is?" Duke felt it necessary to explain to the idiot in front of him, so as to save him from being caught by the police and not knowing what was wrong.
"The real underworld?" Gold was stunned.
"The underworld is driving a Thousand-Way Marriott car, wearing a brand-name suit, serving important social positions, embracing dozens of women, and a group of bodyguards around him. The former is famous, highly educated, high-quality, and highly cultivated, and is often praised by major media. Philanthropist. Hmm...Also, every time they do good deeds, they will be photographed by reporters." Duke spoke quickly without stopping.
"What about people who smoke and play cards like me, full of swear words, come out in the middle of the night to sell laundry detergent, and there are not many holes in their clothes, who are embarrassed to talk to others?" Gold suddenly felt that Duke was right, so he asked humbly. He wants to know his position.
Duke: "It's X force!"
Gold: "..."
Saying goodbye to the frustrated Gold, Duke took Steve on the streets of Brooklyn. At four o'clock in the morning, New York was brightly lit, and the crowds on the bustling main street were endless. The colorful neon lights were printed on Steve's face, making his face pale and weak.
The two went shopping for a long time, and Duke took Steve to the museum by subway. In the middle of the night, the museum's natural gate was closed, but this didn't stop Duke. He said cordially to the guard at the door. The guard was like serving the boss, and Duixiao walked in to meet the two of them.
"How did you do it?" Steve curiously asked. The guard's attitude was very tough at first, but Duke said two nonsense, the other party's attitude changed drastically, and the creases appeared on his face.
"I am good at communicating with others. This is a linguistic charm! There are not so many quarrels in life, and sometimes people just barely understand each other." Duke said sincerely, feeding the captain a bowl of chicken soup by the way.
Steve rolled his eyes and didn't believe Duke's nonsense. He could feel what Duke did to the guards, but it was too secret that he didn't notice.
The guard turned on the lights of the museum, turned on the radio and phantom lights, and led the two to the Captain America exhibition hall. Steve quietly watched the description of him. He directly ignored the boasting praises and looked at other exhibitions without saying a word. There were friends from Bucky, and some from the Roaring Commando... Steve was silent for a long time, remembering the memories in his mind.
"What do you think?" Duke asked.
"Too many, I don't know how to describe it."
"The next street is the New York Police Precinct. You can go there to show your identity, and someone will pick you up soon."
"I'm just a dead soldier. Now this society doesn't need me anymore." Steve gave a sorrowful laugh and sat down on a chair. The museum's knowledge clearly and accurately told him that he was just a past tense. In the era of informatization and technology, there is no ship that can carry him... Well, there is no place for him.
To put it bluntly, he is a soldier who can only fight, and he has no skill other than executing orders.
He couldn't sleep for 70 years. He was too out of touch with the world. His thoughts stayed at 70 years ago. Whether it was cognitive convenience or psychological level, he was out of place. He didn't even know what washing powder was.
No friends and no family, everything is blank, standing on the opposite side of the world alone, wanting to blend in but unable to start.
The once hero is now just a confused tramp, he is homeless.
Lonely, fearful, confused, at a loss... 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 magical work he had seen before. In the movie "The Shawshank's Salvation", the old man in prison for fifty years was unable to overcome his fear of reality after he was released from prison. smile. Similarly, there is a novel "The Pianist on the Sea" which also tells a similar plot.
Steve's situation is a little better than them, but it's not much better. When you wake up and humans have entered the era of space colonization, how would you feel? No identity, no relatives or friends, no one knows who you are... The laughter has nothing to do with them, the only thing left is loneliness, this is not the world, this is hell!
"Perhaps you should see a psychiatrist. I know a few good guys who can introduce you. Of course, they charge a lot and charge by the hour. But don’t worry, I think that depending on your advanced age, You can get less retirement salary and pension." Duke said, his face was very strange: "They owe you a lot of salary, maybe they will compensate you for a house. Now the land in New York is old and expensive, and it’s not bad to have a house. You just slept, and you wake up to save 50 years of fighting, 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 fifty years to buy a house. How expensive are the housing prices in New York now?
"I don't want to contact people from the country now, so let's forget it!" Steve sighed sighfully: "I used to be able to devote myself to the country, but now it's different. The times don't need me.
"So Steve, where do you want to go next?" Duke felt that he seemed to have changed the plot. If Steve was no longer Captain America, it would be interesting.
"I... I don't know." Steve looked at his exhibition hall blankly. There are only memories of him in this world, and he himself is superfluous.
Just when Duke wanted to say something, Steve suddenly walked into a broadcasting room. The poster in front of the door was printed with a portrait of a beautiful woman in military uniform, his girlfriend Peggy Carter.
Duke didn't walk into the hall, but stood against the wall outside the door. There was a sad story inside. He didn't want to comfort an old man whose feelings were hurt.
After a long time, Steve walked out, his eyes were red and swollen, he staggered, and his figure became even more rickety. After repeated blows, no matter how strong his spirit was, he couldn't bear it.
Duke did not speak and patted Steve on the shoulder: "Captain, do you want to go to the bar for a drink."
Steve smiled bitterly: "My cells are immune to alcohol and toxins. I'm not drunk."
"That's really a tragedy." Duke pityed, what is the difference between non-drunk wine and mineral water.
"Just call me Steve, I'm no longer the captain." Steve's words seemed pointy.
"Okay, Captain."
"It's Steve..."
"Understood, Captain."
"Forget it, you can be happy." Steve gave up helplessly, wanting to punch Duke with a K in the face, but he was afraid of pain.
The two walked out of the museum. Steve walked on the street and asked abruptly: "Doctor Duke, if I go to the police station, are you not afraid to reveal my identity?"
Steve is not a fool. On the contrary, the super warrior serum gives him an unparalleled clear mind. His IQ crushes most people, but his disconnection from society makes him look a little dull. He can feel Duke's extraordinary, but such a powerful person is hidden in a small clinic on the streets of New York, which is too suspicious from any angle.
"No, I will cleanse your memory before leaving. No one knows that I saved you." Duke shrugged and said that these were not problems.
Steve chuckled and smirked, "You must be kidding... right?"
Duke did not reply, and the two walked quietly until the morning sun cleared and they returned to the clinic. Steve turned and looked at the alleys of the street, where he was beaten.
"Doctor Duke~EbookFREE.me~ I have a gratuitous request." Steve was silent all the way, and finally made up his mind.
"Say okay first, I won't take you in. At most, I will ask you to have breakfast, and then where should you go." Seeing Steve hesitating, Duke said first.
"It's not this..." Steve adjusted his tone with a speechless expression: "I want to meet Peggy, can you help me?"
"Huh? Why do you think I can help you?"
"Intuition tells me that you can." Steve missed: "She is my only obsession in this world... I still owe her a dance. Fortunately, I still have a chance to make up for it, otherwise I really don’t know if I am still alive. What's the point."
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