Chapter 1140: ?funeral

When Su Ming returned to the table, the barbecue was still hot, and 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 the wine glass and bumped Su Ming with it. Although he had drunk a lot of gin, the super soldier had a high-speed metabolism, and alcohol basically had no effect on him.

"Did you help Howard find the right gift?"

He noticed that Howard had not come back, he should have gone home.

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

"Isn't Christmas gifts usually opened tomorrow morning? I remember when I was a child, my dad would always put gifts in socks and hung them on the fireplace in my house after I fell asleep." Understand, it's only 8 o'clock in the evening, and it's too early to open the gift.

"It's all Howard's fault, you know him, he likes to show off some good things, he can't wait for a minute."

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

Steve then thought about it, indeed, howard usually hyped up if there was a new invention, and when he played mahjong with him, his mouth was not idle.

A new bomb was invented a few days ago, and a new weapon was developed last month. It seems that other people in Stark Industries don't have any research and development capabilities, and they rely on him to support it.

Steve is now a qualified cartoonist. His leisure activity is to go to the Stark Mahjong House to ‘go out to collect materials’. He has some ideas for the next work. He wants to draw a passionate comic about fighting with hemp.

The protagonist must be a beautiful girl, just called a mahjong woman.

Although alcohol is not effective for Steve, he is obviously in a better mood now. He skillfully cuts a piece of meat onto his plate: "Howard really should go home. I heard from Fury that Maria gave Howard to Howard the other day. I have a son, I haven't even looked at that little guy yet."

"I just saw him. He named the child Anthony Edward Tony Stark. God, I don't know how the name is so long, so I call him Tony." Su Ming nodded with a smile, agreeing very much with Stie Husband’s point of view, he asked: "Nick Fury is still in contact with you?"

"I was expelled from the logistics department before, but didn't Nick Fury organize a team called the Avengers? It was a private supernumerary system. He wanted me to lead the team, so he often harassed me." Steve shrugged and rolled his eyes: "Such as sneaking into my apartment while I'm not, sitting on a sofa in the dark. Or blatantly picking the lock in, staying like chewing gum, he told me Many things."

"Hey, although I don't have much contact with Fury as a sponsor of the logistics department, I heard that he has always disliked lights. If you think about it carefully, he must be terrified to hide in the dark." Su Ming pretended to be unfamiliar. Look like.

Steve nodded: "Who said no, you haven't seen him for a long time? He was blinded in battle a few years ago. Have you heard of it?"

"No, is the injury serious?" Su Ming looked sympathetic.

"I probably checked, the eyeballs are already necrotic, but he said he doesn't want to remove it, who knows what to think." Steve glanced at Su Ming's blindfold secretly. As a friend, he wanted to buy Fury the same. : "There is also the team called The Avengers. I have seen it on the news several times. Those members... don't seem to be so decent.

Steve himself has some small money now, after all, retirement fees and comic manuscript fees are very good figures.

"Avengers? I haven't read their news, but if you think they are not good people, you can't agree to Fury. His heart is darker than the skin." Su Ming patted the back of Steve's hand with concern. His face was kind, like an ordinary old man who knew nothing.

Actually? The first generation of Avengers were really not good people, they were just people who helped Ferry do the dirty work. There are only four members: split personality, hostile spy, serial killer, and green tea girl.

Among them, the "Hunter" Craven is the most famous. He regards killing as hunting. He first catches people and then throws them on the island to let them escape. The jungle is full of traps he set up in advance. He will leave the prey for a few hours. Then he took the hounds to hunt them down, and after killing the prey, he cruelly skinned and beheaded as a memorial. This is the'Clevin Game'.

In Universe 616, Craven, who is in his seventies, can defeat Spider-Man, and Spider-Sense can't even make Peter escape from the old man.

"I know, Godfather." Steve nodded, and his concern for Su Ming seemed very helpful. He raised his glass on the initiative: "Don't talk about a dark person like Fury, I'm fine now."

Su Ming nodded and raised his wine glass in agreement: "That's right, they are too dark, don't play with them. Cheers to the children, Merry Christmas."

Gin and the secret guest looked at each other, and both of them showed bright smiles.

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As winter passes and spring comes, it is another year when the snow melts.

On this day, Steve was sitting in his studio drawing up an outline for a new comic. He heard the sound of water dripping on the balcony after the ice on the eaves melted. The wind in early spring was still very cold, but with His physical fitness doesn't care about those.

He opened the window to ventilate the studio, and he shrank in this small attic remodeled studio almost every day. The empty beer cans and the leftover lunch boxes from the takeaway made the surrounding smell not very good.

However, I don't know why, he is a little out of shape today, feels restless, and always sneeze.

You must know that after the super soldier was reformed, something like a cold was insulated from him. The current behavior is totally unreasonable.

"Is this what the godfather said, someone is saying bad things about me behind my back? It must be the editor-in-chief of the daily horn, he is really getting more and more skilled in reminders.

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

Hurry up, these desperate editors are more troublesome than Hydra, at least Steve will not be so helpless when facing Hydra.

He dropped the pen in his hand, reluctantly stood up and moved his shoulders, and walked to the barbell in the corner, intending to do a few hundred 500 kg bench presses to change his mind.

The army green T-shirt was bulging with muscles, and for ordinary people, the heavy barbell was quickly pushed up and put down by him, as if the shadow was pushed out.

He thought about things while exercising. He realized that he was facing a lot of problems, just like the late middle-aged crisis finally came. Nothing went well.

There was no news of Peggy for another month. She seemed to treat the ‘Playground’ base as a home and devoted herself to the country’s construction. But she is a British, although she is dual nationality, she is still British.

"Ling Ling Ling..."

The phone rang suddenly, and Steve's hand paused, put the barbell back to its original position, and sat up from the gym equipment suspiciously.

He clearly remembered that he unplugged the phone line before going to bed yesterday because the editors called for papers too often. Did he plug the phone back in when he got up today? It doesn't seem to be...it's strange, but since the phone rang and he heard it, there is no reason not to answer it.

He lifted the towel around his neck to wipe his sweat, and picked up the phone with one hand: "Steve."

"This is Howard, Steve, and I have one thing to tell you."

Howard's tone was abnormally heavy, even a person like him who was usually frivolous and frivolous became like this, and Steve suddenly had a bad feeling.

"what happened?"

"Mr. Wilson passed away last night. Today is the day of the funeral." Howard sighed deeply, and a sniffing sound came from the receiver.

Steve squeezed the microphone, his face trembling involuntarily, but he still had the last glimmer of hope: "Which Mr. Wilson?"

He wanted someone with the same surname, not the one he knew.

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

"No, it's impossible. He's in good health and he's still young." Steve kept shaking his head, and the towel in his hand was torn: "When we met last time, he was still..."

"Accept reality, Steve, listen." Howard interrupted him, raising his tone a little, "He just looked young. You are in your fifties this year, how about him?"

There was a long silence on the phone, and it took a long time to hear Steve's trance voice: "Where is he?"

"Trinity Church, I am waiting for you."

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Steve didn't know how he got out, and even forgot how he arrived in front of the church. It was only after being pushed back and forth by the crowd that he reacted.

The sky is gloomy, and the Gothic roof of Trinity Church points to the sky~www.NovelMTL.com~ There are bare trees in the cemetery next to the building, and the muddy ground has a little snow in the shade.

Many people came, not only employees of Wilson's company, but also many people who have been helped by the company.

For example, in the past few decades, loyal consumers and businessmen who have business dealings with companies, Steve also saw many World War II veterans, because Wilson's iron wall tanks allowed them to survive the battlefield.

These people were all coming to attend the funeral. The streets nearby were crowded, and the sound of car horns from time to time was even sharper and desolate.

There is no way for everyone to enter the church. Many people can only wait for the burial outside the church. They are still holding various flowers in their hands, and they are very sad.

Howard was standing at the door of the church in a black suit, with Maria holding the child beside him. He was talking to Lorraine, who was in charge of the guest registration, but did not see Steve coming.

Steve went to greet him, but he just turned around and gave a hug: "Go in, Gin is waiting for you."