Chapter 512: Confession in a Dream Tonight (Part 2)

When people's consciousness sinks into a dream, it is often difficult to realize when they fell into the dream. The same is true for Steve. When the patter of rain gradually stops, he opens his eyes again and he has already arrived. Arriving at a somewhat familiar place.

He squinted his eyes and blocked the light with his hands. After standing up, he looked at the environment here and found that it seemed to be an old laboratory.

Even if Steve is not a scientific researcher, he can still see that this laboratory should not be a product after the 21st century. Although the equipment here is very advanced from the perspective of the last century, it cannot cover up the slightly... There are some narrow layouts, and there are traces of friction on the experimental bench that have been used for a long time.

Suddenly, Steve found something very familiar to him, which was an experimental bench. The reason why this thing looked familiar to him was that he had repaired a dent on the cabinet door himself.

At that time, Howard made the vibranium shield for him. Neither of them had ever used this kind of weapon and were not aware of its lethality. Steve took the shield and threw it directly, and the shield "clanged" It hit the opposite wall with a loud sound, and when it bounced back, the rope of the chandelier was cut off with a "whoosh".

With a "pop", the chandelier hit the ground. Steve instinctively ducked back. With a "pop", he knocked out a dent in the cabinet door of the experimental bench behind him. Howard was furious, and Steve could only He spent the whole night repairing the cabinet door that he had broken.

Walking around the experimental bench, many familiar things appeared in front of him, including the parts of the hover car that Howard often boasted to him, the various models piled in the corner of the room, and even the half-peeled Playboy sticker on the wall. poster……

Steve seemed to see his old friend Howard busy at the experimental table, while he himself was sitting on the table behind, holding a burger and devouring it.

At that time, they were all busy. Howard was busy providing various logistic weapons, and he was busy fighting the enemy.

Recalling the picture in his mind, Steve sat down at the small table against the wall, and he could even smell the aroma of the burger.

"Bah", the sound of the wrapping paper being torn off rang in his ears. When he turned his head, what he saw was not Howard who had finally finished his work and started eating, but Stark.

Stark was holding a cheeseburger in his hand. The aroma of the cheeseburger that had just torn off the wrapper was full of aroma. Stark turned his head and saw Steve swallowing his saliva. He changed his burger to another hand. , and then said: "Don't look at it, we don't care about food here."

"Is this your conscious world?" Steve asked.

"That's right." Stark replied while eating: "You must enter my dream first, and then you can travel to the dream world."

"I'm sorry, Tony..." Steve lowered his head, his voice full of sadness.

When you are really in this kind of room full of details and memories, someone's death is no longer a cold word or a notice. Every detail here will make Steve aware of it. It turns out that Howard once lived in this world and left countless traces here, but his life ended abruptly at a certain time, and the traces here have never been updated.

When Steve saw all this, he realized that Howard's death had hurt Stark much more than he thought, because Stark, like his father, was a super genius. His memory is many times stronger than that of ordinary people. Therefore, he does not have the best medicine for ordinary people to treat wounds - forgetfulness.

At least, in this dream space, Stark retained all the details of his time with Howard, and now, it was all displayed in front of Steve's eyes.

Stark walked over and sat down opposite the small table. The other stool opposite the table was shorter, obviously for children, and Stark, who was now very tall, sat on that small stool. It seems a little funny.

Steve and Stark sat at opposite ends of the table with their backs against the wall, one side taller and the other shorter, like a scale.

Steve turned his head and saw Stark sinking further than him. He knew that if this was really a scale, then Stark was heavier than him because he was carrying the death of his father.

Only when you see a person depressed and falling downward in front of your eyes can you realize that death and separation are unbearable weights in life.

"I let you enter my conscious world not because I want to hear your apology." Stark said. He took a deep breath and seemed to make a decision that took quite a lot of courage. He said:

"I read a lot of psychology-related books and did a lot of analysis. I think this should be helpful to your condition."

Stark looked up and saw the flickering lights of the laboratory opposite through the glass. He said:

"The era that belongs to you and him has passed and will never come back. Many people you know are gone, and everything you once owned is also lost."

"You are desperately trying to find someone to prove that you have existed, but your existence itself is evidence that they have existed."

"You and your memories, those that exist in your mind, and the time you spent with Howard, are another form of his existence and the most solid souvenir that remains after his death."

"Therefore, I should thank you, because you can live forever, but I can't. So, until I die, I can see traces of his existence in you..."

This chapter is not over yet, please click the next page to continue reading!

Steve could no longer control his tears, and his blue eyes shattered into a vast ocean, with the light shining like pearls between the tides.

The two were silent for a while, and Tony stood up first. He said:

"When Professor X built the Glorious Alliance base in his dream, he marked our dreams in that base to facilitate pulling us over every night, so we can follow his mark to the Glorious Alliance base."

"And after arriving at the Glorious Alliance base, we can find Schiller's dream marked by Professor X inside the base."

Seeing that Steve was still sitting silently in the chair, Stark didn't intend to explain anymore. He closed his eyes, began to liberate his consciousness, and looked for the possible path.

Silently, the walls of the room faded, the light became brighter, the tiles were laid, the sofa fell from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, they came to the reception room of the base.

Stark breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Fortunately, thanks to magic, I only need to provide ideas and navigation. This is really too stream of consciousness."

Then he said a little unbelievably: "So, what kind of monsters can travel freely in dreams?"

"Is this a transit station?" Steve finally asked.

"Yes, let me find out if there are any signs leading to other people's dreams..." Stark closed his eyes, tried to concentrate, and began to feel the structure of this dream. After a while, he raised his eyebrows and said: "Found it."

But then he frowned again, opened his eyes, looked at the air, as if scanning something, and said: "... What is this?"

beqege.

"What's wrong?" Steve walked up and asked.

"I found some paths that seem to be connected to other places..."

"Isn't that great? We can go straight there."

"The problem is, there are no road signs."

Stark sighed and said, "Professor X may have other ways to distinguish the differences between these paths. After all, I don't know what the principle of mutants' psychic abilities is, but I can't see where these paths lead to anyway."

"Are there many paths? Can't we try them one by one?"

"It can be..." After Stark finished speaking, he paused and said, "Let's try the first one first."

"Whoosh", they returned to Stark's dream space again. Stark shook his head and said, "It seems that we are unlucky."

When they returned to the reception room of the Glorious Alliance, Stark chose the second path again, and after disappearing again, they appeared in a museum.

As soon as Stark landed, he saw a gun in the display cabinet in front of him. After he walked over, he found that it was an old rifle, a little too shabby, and it was even difficult to judge what model it was just by appearance.

He looked down and saw the introduction column on the display stand:

"Bode Smith, 18 years old, from a farm in Michigan, loves sweets, his biggest wish is to take his mother to New York, and he can't let go of the newly issued guns..."

At first, Stark didn't realize what this introduction had to do with the gun inside, until he saw some blood on the bottom of the gun in the light of the display cabinet.

He paused with his finger on the display stand introduction panel, and took another step forward. There was another display stand with a tattered notebook inside. The introduction panel read:

"David Petrov, a very good engineer, alcoholic but with a loud voice, likes to hum Soviet songs while repairing tanks..."

Further ahead, there are many display cabinets, filled with all kinds of junk, key rings, belts, glasses, towels and even thermometers everywhere. At least in the real world, there will never be a museum with these things.

But each of them corresponds to a person's name, as well as some messy and unsystematic records, which are often only one or two sentences, which may be what they like to eat, who is in their family, and what their biggest wish is.

Turning a corner, Stark saw that Steve was standing at the end of another row of display cabinets, staring at the things in the display cabinets. After he walked over, he found that there was a pair of gloves inside, with very slender fingers, which did not look like they were worn by men.

Stark moved his eyes down and saw a name written on the display cabinet introduction panel - "Peggy Carter".

"…At that time, we were sitting on the steps in front of the garage and chatting. She said that her dream since childhood was to be an artist, but few people in that era would support a girl to work independently."

"I said that I would draw a picture for her, but she didn't believe it at all, because I didn't look like someone who could afford brushes and paints, and the army didn't have those things, so I went to burn a piece of charcoal and drew her repairing the tank."

"She was very surprised. It was obvious that she wanted the painting very much, but she didn't have the money to buy it, so she threw me a pair of her gloves. When I saw her expression, I knew that I was fascinated..."

Steve pressed his fingers on the glass of the display cabinet, then he raised his head again and looked at the rows and rows of display cabinets. He said, "Perhaps many people think that when I saw Paige for the last time, , should be extremely sad..."

"But in fact, apart from the initial sadness about death and separation, I even felt a little relieved. She was full of children and grandchildren, very happy, lying quietly on the hospital bed, and was able to see her former lover before she died. This has been very happy.”

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading!

"And more people..." Steve turned to look at the objects in the glass display cabinets and said, "I can't even remember how they died, but in my memory, the owner of the relics Among them, less than one in a thousand can live a long life."

"Some were hit by bullets and died, some were shrapnel inserted into the chest, some suffered from dysentery, and some were frozen to death. I was not present when they died, I just brought a message from afar..."

Steve looked up at the museum and said:

"Tony, I must apologize for this, for my impulsive behavior of defending Bucky, but I am not defending myself, but when I heard the news of Howard's death, what I felt was not sadness, but sadness. It’s numb.”

"I have heard too much such news. On a certain day of a certain year, a certain person who I met on a certain battlefield died."

“They may have been lying in the same trench with me, they may have exchanged bullets with me, they may have covered each other and lit cigarettes, they may have even cut off my back and saved my life, but when they died, they left nothing behind. "

Steve took a deep breath, raised his head and looked at the display cabinet above, and said:

"Perhaps you are right. That era has passed and will never come back."

"My existence is evidence that they lived and contributed to the peace of this world. Perhaps, this is the world's last mercy for a veteran..."

Stark closed his eyes, and he felt that the edges of his eyelashes were wet.

No matter how unbearable the weight of death and separation is in life, the man in front of me has also endured it, and he has endured it thousands of times.

Stark's sigh slowly dissipated in the dream space. In the middle of the museum corridor filled with display cabinets, a faint black shadow under the lamp cut the corridor in half. Steve stood at one end and Si stood at the other. Tucker.

None of them heard it. With the muffled sound of "rumbling", one end of the originally tilted scale fell down, and the scale regained its balance. Iron Man and Captain America once again stood on the same line.