Chapter 1282

At the same time, another thing happened in Washington, D.C., not far from New York.

There are more than 100 national cemeteries in the United States, and Arlington National Cemetery, which is located on the Potomac River in Washington DC, is the most famous one, which is famous for its green lawn and white cross.

Sleeping there is regarded as a patriot's glory.

At this time, two strong men walked across the Arden bridge, wearing long sleeved hooded T-shirts and the breeze of the Potomac River into Arlington Cemetery, strolling on the stone steps of the Arlington slope.

They walked slowly, pausing a little bit before each tombstone as they read the story of every American dream word by word.

Although it is a cemetery, it is as beautiful and peaceful as a park. Centered on Arlington hills, the cemetery is distributed on slopes and flat land, covering a total area of 2.48 square kilometers, full of green grass and surrounded by trees.

By the 1990s, a total of 225000 people have been sleeping here. All the tombstones are fan-shaped, like the stars and stripes flying on the hill of the cemetery.

Except for the cemeteries of George Washington, Parker kirstis and his wife, General George Marshall, President John Kennedy and Robert Kennedy, General Pershing, general Halsey, and so on, other cemeteries are not classified into different grades, and soldiers and officers at all levels have only one cross, which is very equal.

"We're looking for the wrong way. Howard won't let himself appear mediocre. A simple cross won't satisfy him."

One of them whispered to his companion that his black beard and stubble, coupled with the vicissitudes of life in his eyes, and his shawl and long hair that he had not washed for a long time, he looked like a tramp.

But every step he took was solid and powerful, his temples bulging high, as if he could fight the enemy at any time.

The people with him are also very strong, with blue T-shirts and hoods covering the side of his face, and his coat is brown pilot leather jacket. He has a clean and handsome face and speaks with integrity:

"I know... Just, I want to see my comrades who have fought with us before and hope they can enjoy peace here."

"Of course, but we know at least one tenth of you who are sleeping here. Will you come and see you next time when you have more time?" The long haired young man sighed. He turned his head away from passers-by and whispered.

The young blonde nodded a little, and he raised his hand to cover his face. "I know, Bucky, we came to America after the red skull, and we don't know where he's hiding. Time is tight, but at least let me meet Howard at his cemetery after missing Howard's funeral?"

Bucky sighed. He always had no choice but to take Steve. He looked around and said "excuse me" to the tombstone all the way. He ran to the tree beside the road, pulled out two dandelions with small yellow flowers, and handed one to Steve.

"We can't go empty handed. Here you are."

Steve took over the flowers without saying much. During World War II, many of his comrades died without a dandelion. He did come in a hurry and crossed half the earth overnight, but he always brought flowers to the grave.

Although the little flower withered a little, broken a little, as if it had been bitten by insects, but there is always better than No.

Steve and Bucky took flowers and picked a new grave with a larger tombstone. They soon found Howard's graveyard, which was bigger than General Marshall's next door.

Bucky turned his eyes in secret, and he knew it was like this. He said that everyone was equal after death, but the people who built the monument were not equal. With Howard's financial resources and the power of stark industry, if he could sleep under a simple white cross, he would be a ghost.

"Howard stark, 1924-1991, patriot, scientist, father."

Maria's name is also engraved on the tombstone, but there is no date of death or any epitaph.

Steve and Maria are not familiar, he went to the tombstone to put down the floret, and then stood quietly looking at the grave that had not yet grown grass.

He recalled the days when he and Howard got along with him. He made a shield for himself, and he played mahjong all night with him. The man with a coquettish moustache seemed to be happy all the time and helped himself a lot.

Now, Steve feels lonely again.

The godfather is dead, Howard is dead, and Holloway is dead. In addition, three quarters of the roaring commandos are dead. Only themselves and Frey and a few are still alive.

As the breeze blew across the green grass in the distance, Steve lifted his hand, wiped off his hood, and fixed his eyes on the tombstone.

After offering flowers, Bucky didn't make any more witty remarks with Steve, but stood by him in silence.

"Bucky, am I a good man?"

After a long time, Steve suddenly asked him a question, his voice full of confusion.

Bucky nodded without hesitation: "of course, you are the captain of the United States, and you are probably the best person in America. Why do you say that?""No, I'm not saying if I'm qualified as a soldier, but I'm asking if I'm... A qualified relative or friend?" Steve sighed. He looked up at the sky. The bright sun didn't make him feel warm.

"Do you think of Mr. Wilson again? I still can't forget to tear off his arm, right? " Bucky sniffed, and Howard was an old friend.

And because they have similar hobbies, Howard liked drinking, smoking and playing with women when he was young, and Bucky also liked it, so their relationship was even better.

"What should I do if I beat all my enemies and want to live a peaceful life and find myself empty around me?" Steve bit his teeth and found that his family and friends had been dwindling, and even the living had not seen him for a long time.

He was worried that he would wake up one day and suddenly become a loner.

"Then you have to find a way to die in front of me." Bucky curled his lips and said, "because I will always be by your side."

Steve laughed, hugged Bucky, patted each other on the back, but said another word.

"This is the cemetery. Pay attention to the language."

"Well, listen to you, but I think it's good to rip off the head of the red skull and offer it to Howard as a sacrifice."

"Salute!"

The U.S. captain raised his arm and saluted Howard's tombstone as a farewell to his comrades in arms, while Bucky said that he also raised his hand to salute. They did not have much time, and there were tasks to follow.

The two veterans held a salute posture for more than ten seconds, then put down their hands and turned to leave. They had to rush to New York, because the red skeleton's next target was likely to be there.

However, before they could get back to the car when they walked out of the cemetery, a black man in black leather stepped on the landing gear and hung out of the cabin with the windshield.

After landing, the marinated egg straight toward the two people, carrying his hands and expressionless asked: "Captain, hitchhiker?"

The wind whipped up his fur coat, and he looked like a shadow.

Bucky looked at Steve and at Fred: "it's good to have a ride, but... Where's your hair?"

Some of him couldn't look at Frey directly. Because of the angle, the midday sun gave off a strong reflection on the black light head. Bucky couldn't open his eyes to "brinbrinbrin.".

Is this America's latest defense against snipers? How dazzling!

"Nice to meet you, too, Bucky." Frey said hello to Bucky as if he didn't hear the question. Maybe he automatically turned the question into a greeting language in his mind.

"How did you find us?" Steve doesn't care about Frey's hairstyle. He also thinks bald is a good fit for spies.

But he and Bucky sneaked into Mexico and rowed back at night along the coastline. How did Frey find them?

The propeller of the helicopter is still spinning rapidly, and Frey indicates that this is not the place to talk. Let's get on the plane and talk about it. Steve took a deep look at him, out of the trust of his former comrades in arms, he took Bucky on the plane.

The helicopter pilot was a young girl, very fresh, not the expected old lineage, Bucky looked at her curiously, which was noticed by Frey.

"This is the" iron horse ", the loyal agent of aegis. It's safe for us to talk here."

Frey introduced the new man to the two people in the phone, then gestured to let Melinda lift off and took the three to the old base "playground", where it was safer.

Melinda turned her head and gave them a smile. "Captain, Bucky, welcome back."

"All right, you can ask the captain for a personal phone call after landing. Now keep level two alert and fly in secret."

Frey asked her to concentrate on driving, and then began to explain how she found Steve sneaking:

"Howard has a lot of friends, but most of them are friends and stakeholders. Maybe they will attend the church funeral, but they won't go to the cemetery to worship him. He has few real friends, and even fewer are still alive. I installed surveillance on the access road around his cemetery, and I expected you to come, you showed up and stayed there for three minutes, enough for me to come from three wings. "

Yes, most people will walk the paved path in the cemetery instead of walking through the grass between the tombstones, which makes the installation of monitoring equipment much easier.

Steve looked out of the window and the scenery was getting smaller and smaller. He sighed helplessly, "fortunately, you are our own."

"Yes, of course I am. I'm also a friend of Howard. By the way, I didn't tell agent Carter about your whereabouts. She's in Ethiopia." There was nothing to see in Frey's dark face, but he knew what Steve was worried about.

When it comes to Peggy, Steve seems unnatural. Their long cold war is not over. Even if the cold war between the United States and the Soviet Union is about to end, they have not."If she's OK, tell me. What do you want from us? You don't look like a person who comes to reminisce about the past. " The captain of the United States changed the subject.

Frey squeezed out a stiff smile to make himself look more human: "there is something. I'm here to ask you to save America. We all face a big problem."

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