Chapter 215: Battle of Shield and Iron

Steve said and turned to leave.

He lifted his coat and shield from the ground, leaving Tony with a graceful arc of his hips.

"Shit, before you point that plump ass at me, don't you have to finish what's going on between us first?"

Tony straightened up, glanced at Steve's hips, dropped his jacket, and began folding the cuffs of his shirt.

With his current physical condition, he would not be injured even if he could withstand a 7.62mm rifle bullet.

让史蒂夫一拳打中，只不过是他尊老爱幼，以及等会放手揍对方一顿的理由。

"If you really want to fight, great, I'm willing to accompany you!" Steve turned around.

"I hope your armor is as tough as your mouth."

He looked at Tony, "Put on your suit!"

"What armor? Sorry, the armor I'm wearing now is the armor for you." Tony flexed his wrist.

He was wearing a white shirt, grey trousers and alligator shoes.

It looked like the boxing commentator got carried away and started warming up to get ready for the fight.

Steve frowned and glanced at Tony.

In his eyes, Tony with his bare hands was just an ordinary person, and he could easily deal with ten of them.

He shook his head and sighed speechlessly, deciding not to pay any more attention to this farce.

But Tony closed the distance by taking the small steps commonly used in Sanda.

"I'll knock you out with the same swinging punch." He even had a warning before attacking.

Steve didn't take it seriously: "Without the armor, you're just a fighter who knows a little bit of fighting..."

Before Steve could finish.

Tony suddenly stepped forward from two meters away.

The punch was as fast as lightning, and the sound of breaking wind was drowned out by the louder sonic boom!

Steve's eyes widened in disbelief, his keen sense of danger making him reflexively raise his shield in front of himself.

The upper side of the shield made contact with the flat of Tony's fist.

"when!"

A dull collision sound was heard, echoing in the empty room.

Steve flew backwards under the huge impact, hit the wall with a dull thud, and fell to the ground again.

His resistance was completely hasty.

Fortunately, Tony reduced his strength and the vibranium shield absorbed most of the kinetic energy.

Otherwise, he would have definitely knocked the wall down with this blow.

"You..." Steve stood up from the ground, incredulous, "You are obviously not wearing armor!"

"It's not just one Captain America who has been enhanced by the serum."

Tony had the upper hand and was happy now.

"Without the armor, I'm still a superhero!"

He felt that he had surpassed Steve, proving that he was not as good as his father said.

He even advised: "Captain, it's not too late for you to admit defeat now."

Steve slowly shook his head, his eyes suddenly became serious, and he raised his shield: "I can fight you like this all day long!"

"God, you still said that." Tony pouted and rushed towards Steve.

They both drank at the same time.

The fist and shield collided fiercely, and the dull collision sound rang out quickly and rhythmically like a manic monk beating a wooden fish.

Every time Tony threw a punch, Steve would always raise his shield in advance based on his combat instincts.

The center of the vibranium shield collides with the fist and can absorb most of the kinetic energy.

Every time Steve just took a step back, he was able to take Tony's punch and take the opportunity to counterattack.

But Tony's reaction time was faster, and he was able to parry Steve's attack while also fighting back.

The two of them were going back and forth, fighting fiercely.

Sometimes Steve would throw out his shield after dodging, causing the shield to bounce off the wall several times and hit Tony in the face.

Sometimes Tony grabs the shield and hits Steve with a headbutt, making him dizzy.

In the end, the two men fought until night fell, and both lay on the ground panting.

Steve's face was covered in blood and Tony's head was covered in dust.

Both of them stopped, looked at the ceiling and gasped, and no one spoke anymore.

Tony undoubtedly held back.

He was using almost all of his strength, as his punches were able to be dodged or blocked by Steve with his shield.

But he slowed down on the speed.

Otherwise, if he was too fast, he might really hit Captain America.

The other party was about to be seriously injured and died in front of him.

Then the next day, he would be awarded the title of Captain America's Murderer and be reported by the whole world.

At that time, Leon will definitely give him a thumbs up and say, "My brother is so decisive. Since he killed the Winter Soldier, he might as well go all out and kill Captain America as well. How cruel!"

However, even if Tony held back, Captain America looked very miserable at this moment.

His body was covered with bruises, scrapes, and lacerations. His eyes and forehead were bloody and half of his cheek was badly swollen.

Tony almost laughed out loud when he glanced at Captain America beside him.

"Huh..." He let out a long breath and was the first to stand up from the ground.

Then he brushed off the dust on his body, kicked away a pile of broken bricks, and pulled out his suit jacket.

"Here, you still owe Carter a dance, go find her and make up that dance."

Tony pulled out a jade bottle from his shirt and a piece of paper with instructions for use, and placed them in front of Steve.

He said: "The most important thing for a superhero is to keep his word. She has waited for you for so many years. You can start over."

Steve raised his bloody eyes and looked at Tony in confusion.

"What is this?" he inquired.

After a fierce fight, both of them calmed down and were finally able to communicate calmly.

"A gift you need."

Tony stood at the door, the orange sunset shining onto his face through the narrow gap in the door.

"By the way, welcome back, Captain. I bet you ten bucks that you'll fall in love with this crazy world all over again."

After Tony left.

In the dim room, Steve sat up, gasping for air.

He picked up the bottle and the paper, and the instructions on them made him look at them for a long time, but he still felt incredible.

After some hesitation, he gently opened the bottle and took a sip of the spring water.

The next moment, all the injuries on his body were restored to normal.

Steve stared at the jade bottle in a daze, and suddenly realized that he had misunderstood Tony.

Such a precious thing could be given to such an "enemy" like him.

Tony obviously had a warm heart, completely different from what he had thought before.

……

Time returns to the present.

The film on the videotape plays in a loop, and the clicking sound seems to be the passage of time.

Steve Rogers watched the tape of the interview with Peggy Carter in Mubli, over and over again.

It was not until the sun set that he finally clenched the jade bottle, made up his mind, left the memorial hall, and headed for his destination in his heart.

This is a sanatorium that shows signs of time.

The exterior walls are painted white but yellowing, with vines climbing up them.

Before it was completely dark, a few incandescent lights illuminated the corridors of the sanatorium.

Steve pushed the door open according to the room number given by the nurse.

When he looked up, the orange sunlight at dusk suddenly hit him in the face and enveloped him.

The heavy curtains in the room were open and the windows were wide open.

The setting sun and breeze poured into the house from there, covering the wall opposite the windowsill with an orange-red color.

There was the only bed in the room next to the windowsill. The swaying branches outside the window cast shadows on the bed and on the white-haired old woman who was looking out the window in the sunset.

Steve stared at the white-haired figure with his back to him, with countless emotions and words churning in his heart.

But he couldn't express it or say it at this moment.

After hesitating for a long time, he spoke hoarsely: "Peggy..."

The old woman heard the voice and slowly turned around, but was stunned when she saw Steve.

"Steve?" There was surprise and joy in her eyes.

"Peggy." Steve heard the old woman calling him and finally had the courage to walk into the house.

He slowly approached Peggy Carter and looked at her face that had been washed away by time. Under the deep wrinkles was a face that he was very familiar with.

"I'm sorry I missed our appointment," he said slowly.