My sister is a black widow

You can search for "My Sister is Heiwusou Novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!With the help of Naya's tears, Steve fainted without saying a few words after a brief rejuvenation.

After all, after decades of sleep, although the Arctic glaciers slowed down the body's metabolism, the captain's body is still extremely weak.

It will take some time to recuperate until I fully wake up.

After that, the group began to return.

It is still a research ship, but after arriving in Iceland, Page, Ferry and Steve and Naya disembarked in advance. They will board the private route to New York directly at Reykjavik International Airport in Iceland, a S.H.I.E.L.D. The plane has parked there.

Now the captain's body is the largest, no matter how it looks.

Leon and Natasha took the research ship all the way south and disembarked off the coast of the British Isles, where a luxury cruise ship from a chamber of commerce under the Mist Fund was already waiting for them.

The two stopped and walked around the Mediterranean Sea, lingering in many beautiful scenery.

The small town of CastleCombe, Cotswolds, England.

An extremely classic British town, with a strong British atmosphere, walking in the old-fashioned and elegant stone-walled cottages. Some local residents' shops sell their homemade paintings and silk fabrics, Leon and Nata Sha is like two ordinary tourists, walking in it holding hands.

In the small garden around the stone house, you can see the geraniums and dahlias carefully cultivated by the residents. Leon picked a small flower on the edge and put it on Natasha's head. Natasha blinked and looked at it with a grin. Hold him.

"Is it pretty?" Natasha asked.

"Very." Leon emphasized. "Very, very beautiful."

"I will wear one for you." Natasha thought for a while, picked one from the surrounding wild flowers and put it on Leon's head. Well, it looks weird.

Leon squeezed his fingers and made a soft look, which made Natasha laugh.

"Is there any church here?" Natasha asked, turning her head to think.

"Church?" Leon thought for a while, "how do you think of going to church?"

"This reminds me of my childhood." Natasha looked into the distance, and the fireworks in the town were rising.

Leon knew what she meant. On weekends when they were young, the two always liked to go to the Kazan Church in Stalingrad. Although they were not religious, they were surprised to feel at ease in it.

Leon, who knew the dangers and horrors of this world, and Natasha, who was curious and fearful of the future, was still two little peasants at the time. They were sitting on the wooden benches of the church with solemn expressions watching the priest recite the Bible. Bridge section.

Although I think it was silly when I think of it, this is their simplest and happiest memory.

"Next year." Leon hugged Natasha and put his head on her forehead. "It may be an eventful time."

Natasha nodded dullly.

"The next few years will probably be eventful." Leon said with a smile.

Natasha gave him a bite on the neck.

"So let's relax."

Ah la la, on the eve of the war, a complete relaxation is necessary.

As a result, the luxury cruise ship stayed at the port for almost two months before waiting for the two late passengers.

Head straight back to North America.

After returning to New York, the first thing they had to do was to visit Steve.

The last time Steve woke up, he only said a few words to Peggy, gave them a long-awaited reunion look, and fell dormant again.

I don't know how it is now.

The car stopped at the door of a private nursing home, and the doorman hurried to the door and threw a key to him.

"Where is Steve?" Leon asked.

"Room 13, Director Peggy will take care of him personally." The doorman had already learned of their arrival and quickly gave an answer.

"Thank you."

"You are welcome, sir."

Natasha is wearing a very trendy, oversize coat and sunglasses, looking like a street performer.

She took Leon's hand domineeringly and walked into the nursing home.

The nursing home is not big, it may be an institution specially set up by SHIELD for important insiders, and quickly found the room where Steve was.

Knocked on the door lightly, but there was no response. Leon looked at Natasha and opened the door gently. Inside was a small bed, several radios and black-and-white TVs.

The bed is the style of a battlefield hospital. Comfort and space are sacrificed for efficiency and accommodating the wounded. The radio is an antique of the last century, braving the sound of "Kalakara" while vigorously broadcasting the news of the last century.

TV-Ha, TV is still a baseball game of the last century.

Leon frowned and looked around the room, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s thinking was very clear.

Create a familiar feeling for Steve in the old times. They think it will make it easier for him to digest the psychological gap caused by decades of missing?

Still worried that Steve could not accept this new world?

If there is no Peggy, then Steve may not be easy to let go of the fetters of the past and adapt to a new era, even if it seems all right, his heart will only be like a passing old man.

But now Peggy is still alive and young. Steve, who was in the plane crash, has been frozen for decades. In fact, he is still a young man in his twenties, who is the best at receiving new things at the age. These things actually increase the psychological burden.

The two looked at each other tacitly, the arrangement in the room should be Ferry's handwriting, and only this guy would do it.

Page guessed that one thought was hanging on Steve, and everything else was ignored.

A woman with high authority, but empty and lonely for decades, is a very scary existence.

At this time, footsteps came from outside the door.

Leon and Natasha turned around in time, and Natasha simply sat on the sofa of the US military in the last century and sighed comfortably.

The door was pushed open, it was Steve.

Seeing Leon and Natasha, he walked over without saying a word and opened his arms.

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The two separated quickly, with smiles on their faces.

Especially Steve was even happier seeing Natasha sitting comfortably on the old antique sofa.

"Seventy years." Steve rubbed his head with an unbelievable look. "I seemed to have slept, and after 70 years, the familiar things were gone, and it became completely impossible for me to Understood fashionable stuff."

Speaking of this, Steve sighed. It seems that these changes have caused him a lot of distress.

"You know, the first thing I do after I wake up is to turn on the TV." Steve seemed to find a confession point, "Ah, the Second World War is over. Those two scary bombs were really unexpected at the time. It’s crazy. Except for these, there is a new era that is coming like a sea tide, so many—"

Steve opened his mouth and stayed for a while, "So many new singers, new competitions, new lifestyles, new thinking, new..."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but hug Leon again.

"Fortunately there are you, my few old friends." Steve's previously sigh and helpless expression disappeared, and a very funny expression appeared.

"We are all passengers on the old ship, and the last long voyage has been completed." Leon patted him on the shoulder, "Considering boarding a new ship?"

"That's really difficult," Steve said helplessly, "but I'm afraid I must do it."

He shrugged, "Paggy keeps pace with the times. If I have been stubborn, she will not like an old man."

Speaking of this, Steve looked at Leon gratefully, "By the way, I heard her say, anti-aging serum..."

After choking for a while, Leon's kindness to Peggy after receiving the anti-aging serum formula was too heavy.

Steve couldn’t imagine that if he was rescued decades later, and the woman who had agreed to dance with him was old and even reached the end of her life, it would be so profound. sad.

If that were the case, living in a new and unfamiliar world would probably be meaningless.

Captain America in the movie is like that.

After Peggy died, Steve's heart died too.

The Captain America who was fighting the enemy on the front line is already a thorough Captain America...not Steve...

To live for freedom and peace, endless battles, too tired.

Perhaps this was the result of Steve willing to grow old and lose his ability.

In any case, fortunately, the worst result did not appear.

Peggy will always be with him, which makes Steve no longer afraid of anything.

The guy who stubbornly shouted "I can fight all day" really jumped off the ship of the old age, boarded the bow of the new age, maneuvering the rudder of the new age, and walked through the waves. Over.

Leon shook his head, "That's what I should do. I always admire you, Steve."

After the two finished touting each other, they hooked their shoulders and walked underground to the sanatorium.

Natasha looked at them with a smile from behind.

The underground of the sanatorium is a secret base of S.H.I.E.L.D., which contains many professional equipment and venues.

Steve recently likes to smash the punching bags in the boxing ring inside the base. He is now forcing himself to turn on the TV to learn about the strange things most of the day. Only in the boxing ring can he feel simple happiness.

It seems that S.H.I.E.L.D. has some big plans recently, and Page has to pull away to preside over the operation.

Hardly anyone can accompany Steve in the nursing home now.

Either the qualifications were not enough, or there was no common language, Steve was bored for a few days, and finally waited for Leon and Natasha.

"Captain, why do I feel that your words are becoming more and more now." Natasha asked curiously.

"Gosh." Steve sighed softly. "I have been silent for decades. If I don't speak, I really can't speak."

"What is it like to be frozen in the Arctic?" Leon asked curiously. He really didn't have such experience himself. "Is there a concept of time at the time?"

"It's terrible." Steve laughed. This is really a strong man. "It's terrible. The cold numbs my body. I can hardly feel the passage of time, and my consciousness has become heavier and slower. On my body, so I supported it for two months before I fell into a faint completely. I had been waiting for possible rescue before."

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In the words, the three of them arrived at the underground base. The captain was very familiar with the route of the boxing ring, as if going home, he took the two of them on a rush.

When they arrived at the boxing ring, both Steve and Leon took off their shirts, revealing the muscles hidden inside.

The two excited eyes looked at each other.

Steve kept jumping up and down, warming up, and looking for opportunities.

"Hey, Steve, I will control the power." Leon also said excitedly, "put aside those extra abilities and keep the power similar to yours. Let's head to head."

"Don't underestimate me, Leon." Steve clenched his fists. "I can fight all day!"

"Haha." Leon laughed. He didn't keep boxing steps like Steve, nor did he slowly look for opportunities. Instead, he pulled away and rushed directly.

Leon’s fighting enlightenment is Ivan, the Soviet army’s unpretentious fighting skills, and Steve is a typical American boxing. Both are powerful, but they have very different styles.

Leon was not blindly rushing up. He controlled the interlude of the pace, and found the weakest opportunity when Steve's boxing step was about to fall. He speeded up the pace instantly, and a fist was directed at Steve's lower abdomen. .

Steve yelled, his footsteps flashed twice, miraculously avoiding Leon's attacking rhythm, one arm straddling to the right, following the inertia, he was about to hit Leon's outstretched forearm.

Leon did not dodge, which made Steve subconsciously want to regain his strength, but at this time Leon's arm was strangely mentioned, his fingers were pinched together, like the mouth of a bird or animal, and his wrists flipped flexibly. , The elbow knocked back, Steve's fist aimed at Leon's forearm was opened at the joint by the elbow, and the fingers pinched into the beak lightly poked Steve's forearm.

A sharp sting appeared on Steve's forearm.

The strong captain also yelled twice at this time, and Steve stepped back temporarily and gave a thumbs up, "This is a great trick, Leon."

"Kunlun's crane fist." Leon responded with a smile, "Is it okay?"

Steve shook his head, "Of course, as long as you don't quit, I will accompany you to play here all day."

Leon and Steve are actually controlling their strength, so even if they hit, they will only have severe pain, but they will not really be injured.

"Come again!" Leon yelled, and once again he was reckless in front of Steve. This time Steve did not put on the airs of American boxing. After all, boxing is more suitable for regular fighting. Now it is obviously irregular fighting. .

He stepped back first, and then quickly turned to the left. He kept walking, fingers clenched into fists, his sharp eyes watched Leon's movement defects, and he kept making sharp short punches. Leon's arms drooped and he kept coming out. Punch, but the punch is slower than Steve, but the way he punches is very interesting. Each punch goes straight and straight, his elbow hardly rotates, his big arm drives his forearm, and he punches with both hands and fights. It's like a big monkey jumping around.

The back exerts strength, the muscles and spine are bows, the elbows are arrows, ten swings ten together.

Steve's eyes lit up when he saw Leon's various novel fighting skills.