"Doctor, can you help me?" Steve looked at Duke affectionately, his eyes full of warm expectations, like a drowning man grasping a life-saving straw.

Under the gaze of those big watery eyes, Duke quickly lost. Steve was already very pitiful, and it was not harmful to help him within his ability, so he just treated it as a good deed.

There is a reason for Duke to think so. The other party is really doing too badly. Steve was frozen for seventy years, which means he hasn't fired a cannon for seventy years... No, he hasn't fired a cannon before the ice is frozen. By this calculation, this old man didn't even know "Shakespeare" at the age of 90!

Duke felt that he wouldn't pull him, and he was a little bit out of the past, because Steve was probably the most tragic man in this century...

"Okay, I've lost to you. I'll ask you about your girlfriend's current address. You'll wait for me in the clinic for a while." Duke looked at the time and turned around and walked towards Chinatown next door. At six o'clock in the morning, he happened to have breakfast first.

"Doctor, do you need my help?" Steve chased after him and analyzed: "Although I don't know what work Paige did later, no matter what she did, her identity is confidential. It may not be easy to ask about her news."

"Give me two hours, I'll be back soon. Believe me, I'm very good at communicating with others!" Duke smiled mysteriously, preventing the captain from following, and disappeared on the streets after a few flashed.

Three hours later, the hungry Steve was looking for food in the refrigerator in the clinic. He was frozen for seventy years and was starved. Unfortunately, the refrigerator in the clinic was apart from canned coffee and instant coffee. Steve had no choice but to drink five cups of boiled water and filled it with water.

"Captain, I'm back..." As soon as Duke entered the door, he saw Steve drinking water wildly, and couldn't help but burp. The "Goubuli Pot Sticker" in Chinatown really tastes like a cover, no wonder the business is so good that it has to queue up.

"Doctor, you're an hour late!" Steve shrugged his nose, and Duke's smell was smelling, which made his index finger move.

In Steve's expectant eyes, Duke took out a thick stack of A4 paper from behind and put it in his hand. Steve resisted hunger and looked through it. He was surprised to find that it recorded the life information of his girlfriend Paige, from birth to retirement, in very detailed details. It involves the Ministry of Defense of Britain and the United States, the World Security Council, and a special department called the "Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau".

"How did you do it?" Steve was stunned. He could see that this file was a secret among the secrets, ranking at the highest level. He did not have a certain identity and did not even have the qualifications to read these secrets. Such a world-class file was printed on a stack of A4 paper, which made him feel extremely strange.

"Nothing, I'll take it if I want it. They're actually easy to talk to." Duke said bluntly without explaining too much: "Now that Paige is settled in the UK for retirement, and she is not in good health. We'd better set off quickly."

"Do you leave now? Don't book a plane ticket?" Steve was a little panicked. When he thought of meeting Paige, he became a little timid.

"Change you first..." Duke looked at the time and walked towards the basement with the captain: "Now it is 9 am in New York time, and it is about 2 pm in London. Very good, we don't need to make the jet lag."

Steve put the A4 paper aside and followed Duke: "But it will take ten hours to go by plane!"

"Not that trouble, soon." Duke opened the basement door and pulled Steve to stand on the teleportation array. The next second the two appeared in a deep alley in London.

Steve was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and at the same time he was even more sure of Duke's alien identity.

"Hi, what did I see! Are you two magicians?"

Duke and Steve had a very bad chance of appearing. Three sneaky men came over and they had just witnessed a big change in a living person. I have to say that foreigners have really strong ability to commit suicide. If they were to other places, ordinary people would have already run away.

"My friend is short of clothes. He wants to make a date. Can you help me?" Duke glanced over the three of them and smiled kindly.

"No problem, we British are the most helpful!" The three of them started to take off their clothes in a daze, gathering together a pair of clothes that were barely suitable for Steve's size.

Steve took the clothes and hesitated, "Isn't that good?"

He could see that Duke was not good at communicating with people, but simply hypnosis and brainwashing.

"None of these three are good birds, you don't have to feel guilty." Duke took out more than a dozen pounds from a jacket and pointed at the feet of the three of them. There were seven or eight wallets scattered.

"Thank you for your generosity, now you can get out and remember to forget what happened today." Duke put the pound into his pocket and drove the three of them without hesitation.

The three thieves laughed apologetically when they heard this, curled up on the ground and rolled away...

"Doctor...you... are really dangerous." Steve took a breath and changed into new clothes. He was born as a clothes rack, and several hippie clothes made him look elegant.

Duke ignored Steve's words, picked up a baseball cap and buckled it on the other party's head, nodded with satisfaction: "Thank you for your praise! Let's go, the woman is still waiting for you, although you are seventy years late."

When Steve heard this, he was immediately depressed and had no intention to continue asking Duke's ability. He followed the other party with heavy heart. Seventy years have been too long, enough to change everything. He didn't know how to face Paige. If Duke wasn't by his side, he would have turned around and ran away.

The two took a taxi to park in front of a separate villa. The street was full of small villas opposite the door. The area was not large, but the environment was very elegant. There were few vehicles on the quiet street, which was very suitable for living a life of life.

Steve followed Duke, hesitating in front of the door for a few minutes and dared not raise his legs. Duke couldn't bear to watch and rang the doorbell for him. Soon a maid opened the door. She first looked at Duke and Steve with a vigilant look, and then put on a professional and polite smile: "Hello, two gentlemen. What's the point of doing?"

"Uh, let's look for..." Steve felt that it was time to come forward, but before he finished speaking, Duke pushed him aside.

Duke glanced at the maid's hand behind her back and showed a bright smile: "We have an appointment with Ms. Peggy Carter and we will come to visit her."

The maid suddenly realized, put away the alarm on her palm, and looked happy: "That's great, I'm Martha, the servant in the family. I mean, it's great that you can come, Ms. Carter has been waiting for you."

After saying that, the maid politely walked into the house with the two of them, took them directly to the second floor, pushed open the bedroom door, and left.

Duke looked around and saw that the villa was decorated in ordinary style, with a simple and elegant taste, giving people a faint sense of warmth. There was nothing else in the bedroom, and an old lady with white hair was sleeping soundly. Her wrinkled face was not rosy, with a trace of sickly paleness, and there were large and small medicine bottles on the bedside table, which showed that the old man's health was really bad.

Steve stared at the sleeping old woman in a daze, sat by the bed, closed her wrinkled hands with her hands, lowered her head and said quietly without saying a word.

The elderly Carter coughed lightly and woke up slowly. He felt a pair of warm big hands holding her, slowly opening his eyelids and asked, "Masha, is it you? Is the nap time over? Today I want to go out and bask in the sun. Please help me up."

Carter's words were exchanged for a silent sob. She couldn't help but adjust her confused focal length, and finally saw a dream-ridden figure. Her resolute face, her upright nose, and her gaze full of faith and never giving up. Everything was so familiar, as if she had returned to seventy years ago.

"You are...you are...are you..." Carter trembledly took the baseball cap on Steve's head, and saw the cheerful blonde hair, and his tone was choked and unable to control himself.

On the way, Steve, who was not mentally prepared, wanted to escape several times, but when he really saw his beloved, he suddenly calmed down. He suppressed the grief in his heart, squeezed out a warm smile on his face, his eyes were filled with deep affection, and he whispered softly: "Yes, it's me, I'm back!"

"You are..." Carter rubbed his eyes and said under Steve Xiyi's gaze: "Who are you?"

Steve: "…"

Director, this script is wrong!

Steve opened his mouth wide and turned his head stiffly to look at Duke. The volcanic eruption suddenly got stuck and hit the cotton with one punch, almost making him vomit blood. So he couldn't help but swear: "What the fu ck?"

Seeing the poor couple, Duke sighed and said, "She can't remember you anymore because she suffers from Alzheimer's disease."

"What's that disease?" The captain was confused. The poor family was ugly, 1.49 meters tall, with elementary school education, rural household registration, and the captain who was still a croaker back then was obviously not a high degree. When he turned tall and strong, he was committed to the great wave of anti-Fassy and had no time to further study, so although he was good at fighting, he really didn't go to school for a few years.

Duke explained: "Alzheimer's disease is a progressive and developing neurological degenerative disease with concealment onset and is characterized by comprehensive dementia such as memory disorders, aphasia, apraxia, apraxia, apology, agnosia, visual spatial skills damage, executive dysfunction, and personality and behavioral changes. The cause has not yet been clarified."

Steve was still confused: "Can you say it simple?"

Duke shrugged: "Commonly known as Alzheimer's disease!"

"Ah...oh... I would understand if you said this a long time ago!" For some reason, Steve was a little complaining.

At this moment, the aging Carter suddenly held Steve's hands tightly, and his turbid eyes burst out with infinite surprise: "Steve, is it you? You are still alive... You are back! Great, you are back..."

Steve: "…Yes, Paige. It's me, I'm back!"

It should have been a very warm moment, but Steve could only hold his lover's hand, and his heart seemed to be like ten thousand grass mud galloping past him, leaving him speechless.
Chapter completed!