Steve held back his emotions, tears welling up in his eyes, and began to clean the weeds and dust from the grave.
Kyle felt no sadness. After so many wars and his body becoming a god, his fragile human sensibility had weakened, and only his extremely tenacious human rationality remained strong.
But he still drew from the card space, taking out bouquets of flowers that were still full of life, and several bottles of fine liquor from old times.
"I remember when I used to drink with you, Carter would always scold me when he caught me."
"No, I seldom drink, it's mainly because you insisted that I accompany you."
"We agreed to kill that Red Skull and go back to drink together at the banquet, but I still broke my promise."
"It's not your fault, really."
Kyle and Steve sat in front of Peggy's grave, talking about World War II and pouring liquor from the bottle.
The spicy wine wet his collar, and his eyes turned red from the stimulation, revealing his true feelings.
"Peggy likes you!" Steve suddenly said loudly, drinking a little drunk.
Kyle's heart trembled slightly, and he opened his mouth, but could only whisper: "You are drunk."
"I'm not drunk!" Steve laughed, leaning back on the grass and gulping down his wine.
"you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk!"
"Sure?"
"Sure, I seem drunk..."
The sun sets.
Two young men were drinking strong liquor in front of a tomb in the cemetery, talking about some past events that no one could understand.
After the moment of silence, the Carter family members began to leave the cemetery and return home, not daring to pay attention to Kyle and Steve.
Halfway through the journey, Ellie's father suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Tell me, was the man who killed Aunt Peggy one of the men just now?"
Another older family member nodded, "It's possible, otherwise why wouldn't it have been made public at the time."
"Father, uncle. What are you talking about?" Ellie, who was suffering from occupational disease, came closer and asked like a curious baby.
"About your grandmother Peggy." Ellie's father shook his head and said, "Your grandmother Peggy resigned from her military service at a young age. How could she die of illness? At the beginning, there was a family scandal that was unknown to the Carter family. Only the older generation knew about it."
"Grandma Peggy, didn't she die of illness?" Ellie almost exclaimed.
"Of course not. Rather than saying she is sick, it's better to say that she damaged her body for a man..."
Ellie's father stopped talking halfway, not wanting to say more.
"For a man?" Ellie whispered, feeling like she had accidentally unearthed a family secret.
The sun sets and night falls in the cemetery.
Kyle opened his eyes and used his divine power to eliminate all the remaining alcohol in his body.
"It's time to go back." He patted Steve who was lying on his side next to him.
"We've only arrived at the first place, there's a second one." Steve shook his head and gradually stood up sobering up.
"Then let's go to the second place." Kyle supported him with one hand, and the two walked out of the dark cemetery.
after a little while.
Two motorcycles roared, their bright lights illuminating the darkness, and they sped side by side towards the highway that extended towards the city.
Chapter 259 Return of the Hero
New York City Central Plaza, War Heroes Memorial.
In front of the museum, two stone statues of young men in battle uniforms stand, one holding a sword and the other holding a shield. The two men stand with their backs to each other, with majestic and sharp gazes directed forward.
At night, the lights shine on the top of the statue, like circles of sacred crowns.
The musical fountain is located at the foot of the sculpture. To the music of modern wars, it splashes water rhythmically, creating an exciting and passionate atmosphere.
Many office workers or tourists from other places, with their family members young and old, gathered in groups of three or four around the statue to visit and stop to gaze up at it.
The two tall young men looked a little furtive, with their caps pulled down on their heads.
They carefully avoided the crowd in front of the door and followed the endless stream of people into the memorial hall.
"I came to see a war memorial dedicated to me... Why would I do something so boring?"
Stuck in the crowd, Kyle felt bored for no reason. He glanced at Steve who was in high spirits beside him, and could only sigh helplessly and followed him into the museum.
In the hallway of the memorial.
There are built-in screens on both sides of the walls, which continuously play World War II propaganda films. A young man wearing a black battle suit and holding a sword, and a young man wearing dark blue tights and holding a shield, are the two protagonists, leading the soldiers and charging to the front to dominate the battle.
This place is not for me...
Kyle lowered the brim of his hat, fearing that someone would recognize him.
When I watch my own promotional videos, I always feel an inexplicable sense of shame.
Steve watched with great interest and was even amazed by the modern color videos. His eyes constantly revealed the curiosity of accepting new things.
In front of the exhibition hall in one corner, there was a lively crowd of tourists. The video showed a photo of a short young man, and a clear and melodious voice-over explained:
'Steve Rogers. Before the injection of the serum, he weighed 95 pounds and was five feet four inches tall. He was not able to join the army many times due to poor physical condition. After the injection of the serum, he weighed 240 pounds and was six feet two inches tall...'
"Kyle, they're talking about me over there." Steve smiled and lowered his voice to Kyle.
Kyle nodded, and the voice from the other end continued to float: "Steve Rogers was selected to participate in an unprecedented project during World War II. He became the world's first super soldier and rescued thousands of captured soldiers in his first operation. He is the Captain America who represents national justice! A legendary hero who dismantled the Hydra organization and saved the world!"
Steve's eyes lit up slightly, and he patted Kyle's shoulder and said proudly like a child, "Well, I'm awesome, right?"
"Great." Kyle didn't want to disappoint his old friend, so he just gave him a thumbs up.
Steve smiled, his previous sadness disappeared, and he clenched his fists quietly in encouragement.
This at least made him understand that although this road was lonely and difficult, it would be all worth it as long as the world recognized it as a heroic act.
The two continued to go deeper into the museum and arrived at another large exhibition hall. The photos and videos here were all dark in tone, and there was also a model pendant of a one-handed sword.
The place was almost packed with visitors.