Summer Night and Red Skull sat opposite each other.
Blocking them was a light blue energy field.
The Red Skull reached out and gently touched the light blue energy, but he didn't find that the energy showed any attack power, but was just... indestructible.
It seems that no matter how much force is exerted on it, it is meaningless.
Xia Zhiye smiled softly: "Don't waste your energy. Scientists are scary, aren't they? Many years ago, Dr. Erskine was able to turn you from an ordinary person into a red skull, and now... this layer of energy field is even thinner than paper, but you can't pass through it and can only be imprisoned by it."
"I've always understood the horror of science."
Red Skull, John Schmidt retracted his hand and looked at the summer night outside: "It's just that our use of it seems to be a little different."
"There is actually no difference." Xia Zhiye said, "You use it to conquer the world, and I use it to protect the world. And in the process, whether it is for protection or invasion, killing is always necessary. From the perspective of killing alone, there is no difference between us."
"I thought this might be what I would say." Schmidt frowned. Well, actually he didn't have eyebrows. "Don't you feel ashamed of yourself for claiming to be righteous? Do you feel... uneasy for being able to say such a thing?"
"No." Xia Zhiye smiled: "I protect the world, I am proud, I am proud, why should I be ashamed? And you... in order to conquer the world and realize your ambition, you use countless lives to fill your throne. Don't you feel ashamed?"
Schmidt fell silent in the cell.
Xia Zhiye stood up slowly: "You may have endured loneliness for a long time, so how can you endure more?"
"I thought you had some questions to ask me?" Schmidt spoke silently when he saw Xia Zhiye was about to leave.
"Yes." Xia Zhiye looked back at him: "But suddenly I don't want to ask anymore."
With a wave of the hand, the summer night gradually faded away, darkness fell, and the pale blue light curtain was not enough to provide visible light source.
Schmidt simply closed his eyes: "You will come back, you will come back to find me."
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After returning to the upper level, Xia Zhiye remained silent.
Beside him, Natasha looked at his profile without much doubt, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes.
This sadness does not belong to Natasha, but is simply infected by the summer night.
Others might not know what Xia Zhiye is thinking, but Natasha knows... To her, Xia Zhiye is always a special existence.
A childhood superhero, the hero of bedtime stories.
When I first fell in love, I felt sorry for what happened to Xia Zhiye... I once envied Agent Carter who had worked with Xia Zhiye.
In the end, when she really faced it, this man just walked into her life.
It’s different from the legend, but… those stories are always in my heart, and no matter how many years have passed, they can’t be erased.
So, she knew that Xia Zhiye was thinking of someone now, someone who had passed away for many years and even had been forgotten in the long river of history.
"You know what? I can actually make the super soldier serum that Steve used anytime."
Xia Zhiye suddenly spoke.
Natasha didn't say anything, just waited quietly.
After waiting for a while, Xia Zhiye said, "It's just that... some people are afraid of that kind of future, so sometimes I don't know what to do. The serum can be made and mass-produced, but some existences... can't."
After taking a long breath, Xia Zhiye quickened his pace.
Natasha stood still and did not follow. Sometimes, men also need some independent space.
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It was still the roof of Camp Caspian, and this time, Xia Zhiye was still alone.
Although Winter Soldier Bucky has returned, he was said to have been called out by Steve today. The pair of good friends got together again, and Bucky naturally would not run to the roof of Camp Caspian to bask in the sun for no reason.
Xia Zhiye sat there, looking up at the sky, but the image that emerged in his mind was a bald uncle.
In fact, for Xia Zhiye, the time he spent studying with that bald uncle was so easy at first... Unfortunately, if he could really become an ordinary scientific researcher in this life...
He thought of this and gave a bitter smile: "If that were the case, I would have died a long time ago and would never have met Li Xiaomi. But at the same time, I wouldn't have the responsibility I have now."
He patted his face gently. "Super soldiers won't be everywhere in the world. You made the things, so you can take them away. I caught Schmidt, although it may be a little late, um, 70 years late, but... it can be considered as completed, right? Whether you blame me or not... that's probably it."
The only response he got was the gentle breeze and the desolate and silent mountains and fields.
Xia Zhiye raised a smile and rubbed his forehead.
Countless memories from the past began to emerge in his mind, some of which he thought he had forgotten, some of which he wanted to forget but didn't dare to forget. Some of which he even dared not recall...
So many things happened to him along the way.
There is happiness and there is pain, there is hatred and naturally there is gratitude.
Many things, even if they are not spoken out loud, can they really be erased from memory
The indicator light on the bracelet flashed, Xia Zhiye rubbed his face, and Natasha appeared in front of him: "Communication from Hank Pym."
Xia Zhiye nodded: "Take it."
After Natasha nodded, she asked cautiously, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Xia Zhiye smiled and said, "It's a good thing."
Natasha didn't understand what was going on. After she cut off the call, an audio line came in: "Haha, you're really busy right now. When I called before, I thought I had dialed the wrong number."
"Sorry." Xia Zhiye stood up from the roof: "I didn't mean to ignore your call, but I was really worried these two days. But it's okay now, is it time for me to fulfill my promise?"
After a moment of silence, Hank said, "How about helping me find someone?"
"Hmm? Just take a look?" Xia Zhiye said with a smile: "If you need anything, just ask."
"No... just looking." Hank said, "Or... staring."