Chapter 1142

When Su Ming returned to the table, the barbecue was still hot. He rubbed his hands calmly, as if nothing had happened.

"It's really cold outside today. In fact, you don't have to wait for me. Keep eating, Steve. Come and drink."

Steve picked up his glass and touched Su Ming. Although he had drunk a lot of gin, super soldier had a high metabolism, and alcohol had no effect on him.

"Did you pick out the right gift for Howard?"

He noticed that Howard didn't come back. He should have gone home.

Su Ming took a sip of red wine and nodded with a smile: "yes, Maria was very happy to see the gift. She said it was the best Christmas present she had ever received in her life."

"Don't you usually open Christmas presents tomorrow morning? I remember when I was a kid, my dad would put presents in my socks and hang them on my fireplace after I fell asleep Steve didn't understand the stark family's habits. It's just over 8 p.m. and it's too early to open the presents.

"It's Howard's fault. You know, he likes to show off some good things. He can't wait a minute or a second."

Su Ming looked helpless, as if to blame Howard for destroying the surprise.

Steve turned to think about it. Howard would make a lot of hype if he had any new inventions. He was always busy playing mahjong with him.

A new bomb was invented a few days ago, and a new weapon was made last month. It seems that other people in stark industry do not have much research and development ability. He is the only one to support them.

Steve is now a qualified cartoonist. His leisure activity is to "go out and get materials" at the stark mahjong house. He has some ideas about his next work. He wants to draw a hot-blooded cartoon that uses mahjong to fight.

The protagonist must be a beautiful girl, called mahjong nvxia or something.

Although alcohol had no effect on Steve, he was obviously in a better mood now. He skillfully cut a piece of meat into his plate and said, "Howard really should go home. I heard from Frey that Maria gave birth to Howard a son the other day, and I haven't paid attention to him yet."

"I saw him just now. He named the child Anthony Edward Tony Stark. God, I don't know why it's so long, so I call him Tony." Su Ming nodded with a smile, agreed with Steve, and asked, "Nick Frey is still in touch with you now?"

"I was expelled from the logistics department, but then Nick Frey organized a team called Avengers. It was a private off staff system. He wanted me to lead the team, so he often harassed me." Steve shrugged and rolled his eyes: "like sneaking into my apartment and sitting on a sofa in the dark while I'm not. He told me a lot of things, "he said

"Tut, although I don't have much contact with Frey as a sponsor of the logistics department, I heard that he never liked lighting. On second thought, it must be very frightening for him to hide in the dark." Su Ming pretended to be unfamiliar.

Steve nodded: "who said no, you haven't seen him for a long time? Did you hear that he was blind in the battle some years ago

"No, was it serious?" Su Ming looks sympathetic.

"I have a check, the eyeball has necrosis, but he said he did not want to remove, who knows what to think." Steve glanced at Su Ming's blindfold. As a friend, he wanted to buy a similar one for Frey: "and the team named Avengers, which I've seen on the news a few times, and the members... Don't seem to be that decent."

After all, Steve's money and money are very good.

"Avenger? I haven't read their news, but if you think they're not good people, you can't agree with Frey. His heart is darker than his skin color Su Ming patted Steve on the back of his hand with a kind face, like an ordinary old man who didn't know anything.

Actually? The first generation of Avengers were not really good people. They were just people who helped Frey with the dirty work. There are only four members, namely, personality splitters, hostile spies, serial killers and green tea girls.

Among them, Levin, the "Hunter", is the most famous. He regards killing as hunting. He first catches people and then throws them on the isolated island to let them escape. The jungle is full of traps that he set in advance. He will take his hounds to chase them after the prey leaves for a few hours. After killing the prey, he cruelly peels and cuts off his head as a souvenir. This is the "Craven game".

In the 616 universe, Calvin, who is in his 70s, can beat Spiderman. Spider sense can't even let Peter escape from the old man.

"I know, Godfather." Steve nodded, and his concern for Su Ming seemed very helpful. He took the initiative to raise his glass: "don't talk about people as dark as Frey. I'm fine now."

Su Ming nodded and raised his glass with approval: "yes, they are too dark. Don't play with them. Cheers, boy. Merry Christmas. "Qin wine and secret guest looked at each other, and they both showed a brilliant smile.

winter is gone and spring is coming, and the snow is melting again.

On this day, Steve was sitting in his studio outlining the new cartoon. All around his ears were the sound of water dripping on the balcony after the ice edge on the eaves melted. The wind in early spring was still very cold, but his physical quality did not care about those.

He opened the window to breathe in the studio, and almost every day he shrank in the small attic converted studio. He ate the leftover lunch boxes from the takeout with empty beer cans, which made the surrounding smell not very good.

However, I don't know why, he is not in the state today. He feels uneasy and sneezes all the time.

You should know that after the transformation of super soldiers, the cold is isolated from him. Now, this kind of performance is totally unreasonable.

"Is that what the godfather said, and that some people speak ill of me behind my back? It must be the chief editor of the trumpet daily. He's really getting more and more skilled in expediting contributions. "

Steve grinned bitterly. The new cartoon is still in the stage of conception and character setting. How can it be so fast?

Urge, these soul chasing editors simply more trouble than Hydra, at least when facing Hydra Steve will not be so helpless.

He left his pen in his hand, stood up helplessly, moved his shoulders, and went to the barbell in the corner. He planned to do hundreds of 500 kg bench presses to change his mind.

The army green T-shirt is full of muscles. For ordinary people, the heavy barbell is quickly pushed up and down by him, as if all the remnants were pushed out.

As he worked out and thought about things, he realized that he was facing many problems, just like the late midlife crisis finally came, and nothing was going well.

There was no news of Peggy for another month. She seemed to regard the "playground" base as her home and devoted herself to national construction. But she is an Englishman. Although she has two nationalities, she is still British.

"Bell..."

the phone rang suddenly, and Steve's hands stopped for a moment. He put the barbell back in place and sat up from the fitness equipment in doubt.

He clearly remembers that he pulled out the phone line before he went to bed yesterday, because the editor was pushing too often. Did he plug in the phone again when he got up today? It seems that there is no... it's strange, but since the phone rings and he hears it, there's no reason for not answering.

He picked up the towel around his neck and wiped the sweat. One hand picked up the phone: "Steve."

"I'm Howard, Steve. I have something to tell you."

Howard's tone was abnormally heavy, even he was so frivolous that Steve had a bad feeling.

"What happened?"

"Mr. Wilson passed away last night. It's funeral day." Howard took a deep breath, and there was a sniffing sound from the receiver.

Steve squeezed the microphone, his face trembling, but he had one last hope: "which Mr. Wilson?"

He wants someone of the same name, not the one he knows.

Howard's voice shattered his last hope: "your godfather, Slade."

"No, it's impossible. He's in good health and very young." Steve kept shaking his head, and the towel in his hand was torn up: "he was still...

" accept the reality, Steve, listen. " Howard interrupted, raising his voice a little. "He's just looking young. You're in your 50s. What about him?"

In a trance, where can Steve hear a good voice

"Trinity Church, I'll wait for you."

Steve didn't know how he got out of the door, and even forgot how he got to the church door. After being pushed and pushed again and again by the crowd, Steve responded.

The sky is overcast. The Gothic roof of Trinity Church points to the sky. There are bare trees in the cemetery next to the building. The muddy land has a little snow in the shade.

Many people came, not only the employees of Wilson enterprise, but also many people who had been helped by the enterprise.

For example, in the past few decades, loyal consumers, businessmen who had business with enterprises, Steve also saw many World War II veterans, because Wilson's iron wall tanks helped them survive.

These people are from the funeral, the streets are crowded, and the car horn sound from time to time is even more poignant and desolate.

There is no way to let everyone into the church, many people can only wait outside the church to be buried, they still hold a variety of flowers, mood is very sad.

Howard, dressed in a black suit, stood at the door of the church, surrounded by Maria holding the child. He was talking to Lorraine, who was in charge of the registration of the guests. He did not see Steve coming.Steve went to say hello to him. He just turned around and gave him a hug: "go in. Gin is waiting for you."

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