Chapter 153: Carter of Alzheimer's

"Doctor, can you help me?" Steve looked at Duke affectionately, his eyes full of eager anticipation, as if a drowning man grabbed the straw.
Under those big watery eyes, Duke was quickly defeated. Steve was already very pitiful, and it wouldn't hurt to help him as much as he could, so it was just a good deed.
It's not for no reason that Duke thinks this way, it's because the other party is too miserable. Steve has been frozen for seventy years, which means he hasn't fired a cannon in seventy years...No, he hasn't fired a cannon before the ice. Calculating this way, this old man is ninety years old and he doesn't even know ‘Shakespeare’!
Duke felt that he wouldn't give him a hand, and kind of told the past, because Steve is probably the saddest...virgin man in this century.
"Okay, I'll lose to you. I'll help you find out your girlfriend's current address. You will wait for me in the clinic." Duke looked at the time and turned and walked towards the next Chinatown. It happened at six in the morning. Have breakfast first.
"Doctor, do you need my help?" Steve chased him over and analyzed it: "Although I don't know what Peggy did later, her identity is confidential no matter what she does. It may not be easy to inquire about her. ."
"Give me two hours and I'll be back soon. Believe me, I am very good at communicating with others!" Duke smiled mysteriously, preventing the captain from following, and a few flashes disappeared on the street.
Three hours later, hungry Steve was looking for food in the clinic refrigerator. He was frozen for seventy years and starved. It's a pity that the refrigerator in the clinic is instant coffee besides canned coffee. Steve reluctantly drank five cups of plain water and filled it with water.
"Captain, I'm back..." As soon as Duke entered the door, he saw Steve drinking wildly, and he couldn't help but belch. The "Goubuli Pot Stickers" in Chinatown really tastes bad. No wonder the business is so good that there are long lines.
"Doctor, you're an hour late!" Steve shrugged his nose, Duke had a fragrant smell, making his index finger move.
In Steve's expectant gaze, Duke took out a thick stack of A4 paper from behind and placed it in his hand. Steve suppressed his starvation and turned his look, and was surprised to find that the life information of his girlfriend Peggy, from birth to retirement, was very detailed. It involves the British and American Ministries of National Defense, 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 stunned. He could see that this file was classified as a secret, ranked at the highest level. Without a certain identity, he didn't even have the qualifications to look at these Xinmi. Such a world-class file was printed on a stack of A4 paper, which made him feel very strange.
"It's nothing, I just brought it as I wanted it. They are actually very good at talking." Duke did not explain too much, and said bluntly: "Now Paige is living in the UK and her health is not very good. We'd better leave as soon as possible."
"Are you leaving now? Don't book a plane ticket?" Steve was a little flustered, but he was a little timid when he thought of meeting Peggy.
"First change your clothes..." Duke looked at the time and led the captain towards the basement: "It is 9 am in New York time, and it is about 2 pm in London. Very good, we don't need to reverse the jet lag."
Steve put the A4 paper aside and followed Duke: "But it will take ten hours to get there by plane!"
"It's not that much trouble. It will be soon." Duke opened the door of the basement and pulled Steve to stand on the teleportation formation. The next second they appeared in a deep alley in London.
Steve was shocked and speechless, and at the same time he recognized Duke's identity as an alien.
"Hi, what did I see! Are you two magicians?"
The timing of Duke and Steve's appearance was unlucky. Three sneaky men approached. They had just witnessed a big change. I have to say that the foreigner's ability to kill is really strong. In other places, ordinary people ran away early.
"My friend lacks clothes. He is going on a date. Can you please help?" Duke glanced over the three of them, and smiled kindly.
"No problem, we British are the most helpful!" The three of them began to undress in a daze, putting together a pair of clothes and pants that barely fit Steve's size.
Steve took the clothes and hesitated, "Is this not so good?"
He could see that Duke was good at communicating with people, it was just hypnosis and brainwashing.
"None of these three are good birds. You don't have 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 around.
"Thank you for your generosity, now you can go out, remember to forget about today." Duke put the pound into his pocket and unceremoniously drove the three away.
The three thieves smiled at the words, curled up on the ground and rolled away...
"Doctor...you...really dangerous." Steve took a breath and changed into new clothes. He was born as a clothes rack, and a few hippie clothes were stunned for him in a yuppie style.
Duke ignored Steve’s words, picked up a baseball cap and buttoned it on the opponent's head, and nodded in satisfaction: "Thank you for your compliment! Let's go, the woman is still waiting for you, although you are seventy years late."
Upon hearing this, Steve fainted immediately. He didn't have the mind to continue asking about Duke's ability, and he followed the other party with a heavy mind. 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 and ran.
The two took a taxi and stopped in front of a small independent villa. The street was full of small villas door to door. The area is small, but the environment is very elegant, and the quiet street has few vehicles, which is very suitable for taking care of the whole year.
Steve followed Duke, hesitated in front of the door for a few minutes, not daring to lift his leg, Duke couldn't stand it and helped him ring the doorbell. Soon, a maid opened the door. She first looked at Duke and Steve vigilantly, and then put on a professional etiquette smile: "Hello two gentlemen. What can I do for you?"
"Uh, let's find..." Steve thought it was time for him to come forward, but Duke pushed him aside before he finished speaking.
Duke glanced at the hand that the maid put on his back, and smiled brightly: "We have an appointment with Ms. Peggy Carter and came here to visit her."
The maid suddenly put away the alarm in the palm of her hand, and her expression was filled with joy: "Great, I am Martha, the maid in the house. I mean it's great that you can come, Ms. Carter has been waiting for you."
After all, the maid politely greeted the two and walked into the house, took them directly to the second floor, opened the bedroom door, and left.
Duke looked around, and the decoration in the villa was ordinary, with a rather simple and elegant taste, giving a touch of warmth. There is no longer anything in the bedroom, a gray-haired old lady is asleep, her wrinkled face is not ruddy, with a trace of sickly paleness, large and small medicine bottles are placed on the bedside table, showing the old man’s body It's really bad.
Steve stared at the sleeping old woman in a daze, sat on the side of the bed, folded his wrinkled hands, lowered his head and said nothing.
The elderly Carter coughed slightly and woke up slowly. He vaguely felt a pair of warm hands holding her, slowly opened his eyelids and asked, "Martha, is it you? Is the nap time over? Today I think Go out in the sun, please help me up."
Carter's words resulted in a silent sob, and she couldn't help but adjust the focus of her bewilderment, only to see the dreamlike figure. With a firm face, a straight nose, and a gaze full of faith that will never give up, everything is so familiar, as if back to seventy years ago.
"You are...you are...could you be..." Carter tremblingly took the baseball cap from Steve's head, and saw the hearty blond hair, his tone choked with difficulty.
On the way, Steve, who was not mentally prepared, tried to escape several times, but when he really saw his beloved, he suddenly calmed down. He suppressed the grief in his heart, squeezed a warm smile on his face, his eyes were full of passion, and he whispered softly: "Yes, it's me, I'm back!"
"You are..." Carter rubbed his eyes and said under Steve Shewing's gaze: "Who are you...?"
Steve: "..."
Director, this script is wrong!
Steve opened his mouth wide, turned his head stiffly, and looked at Duke. The emotion of the volcanic eruption suddenly jammed, and he hit the cotton, almost making him vomit blood, so he couldn't help but explode: "Whatthefu?"
Looking at the poor couple, Duke sighed and said, "She can't remember you anymore because she has Alzheimer's disease."
"What disease is that?" The captain looked dumbfounded. Poor, ugly, 149 meters, elementary school education, rural household registration, and the captain who was a caiji at the time is obviously not a highly educated person. When he became tall and strong, he was committed to the great anti-Fasci wave and didn't have time to study. So although he was good at fighting, he really didn't go to school for several years.
Duke explained:
Alzheimer’s disease is a progressive neurodegenerative disease with an insidious onset ~ EbookFREE.me~ Clinically, memory impairment, aphasia, apraxia, agnosia, visual space Skills impairment, executive dysfunction, personality and behavior changes and other general dementia are characteristic, the cause of which is unknown so far."
Steve is still blank: "Can you make it simple?"
Duke shrugged: "Commonly known as Alzheimer's!"
"Ah...oh...I would understand if you said that a long time ago!" For some reason, Steve complained a little bit.
At this moment, the aging Carter suddenly clenched Steve's hands, his cloudy eyes burst into infinite surprises: "Steve, is that you? You are still alive... You are back! Great, you are back. It's..."
Steve: "...Yes, Peggy. It's me, I'm back!"
Obviously it should be a very tender moment, but Steve can only hold his lover's hand, as if ten thousand grass mud rushed past, making him quite speechless.
Yesterday I turned over and was complained...
(End of this chapter)