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

Under the gaze of those big watery eyes, Duke quickly gave in. Steve was already very pitiful, so it would not hurt to help him within the scope of his ability, and it would be a good deed.

Duke had a reason to think so. It was because the other person was in such a miserable state. Steve had been frozen for seventy years, which meant that he hadn't had sex in seventy years... No, he hadn't had sex before he was frozen. So, this old man was ninety years old and didn't even know Shakespeare! Duke felt that if he didn't help him, it would be a bit of a lie, because Steve might be the most miserable...virgin man of this century.

"Okay, I lose to you. I'll go find out your girlfriend's current address for you. Please wait for me in the clinic." Duke looked at the time and turned to walk towards Chinatown next door. It was six in the morning, just in time for breakfast.

"Doctor, do you need my help?" Steve chased after him and analyzed everything clearly: "Although I don't know what job Peggy did later, her identity is confidential no matter what she did. It may not be easy to find out her information."

"Give me two hours, I'll be back soon. Believe me, I'm good at communicating with others!" Duke smiled mysteriously, stopped the captain from following him, and disappeared into the street in a few flashes.

Three hours later, Steve, starving, looked for something to eat in the clinic's refrigerator. He was frozen for seventy years and was starving. Unfortunately, the refrigerator in the clinic only had canned coffee and instant coffee. Steve had no choice but to drink five cups of boiled water to fill his stomach.

"What kind of disease is that?" The captain was confused. He was poor and ugly, 1.49 meters tall, with only primary school education and rural household registration. The captain, who was a rookie at the time, obviously did not have a high level of education. When he became tall and strong, and devoted himself to the great wave of anti-fascism, he had no time for further study, so although he was good at fighting, he really had not been to school for many years.

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"My friend is short of clothes and he has a date to rush to. Could you help him?" Duke glanced at the three people and smiled kindly.

Under Steve's expectant gaze, Duke pulled out a thick stack of A4 paper from behind and placed it in his hand. Steve resisted the urge to look through it, and was surprised to find that it contained a very detailed biography of his girlfriend Peggy, from birth to retirement. It involved the British and American defense ministries, the World Security Council, and a special department called the 'Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency'.

"These three are not good guys. You don't need to feel guilty." Duke took out a dozen British pounds from a jacket and pointed at the seven or eight wallets scattered under the feet of the three people.

The three thieves smiled apologetically, curled up on the ground and rolled away...

Duke and Steve showed up at an inopportune time. Three sneaky men came over. They had just witnessed a great transformation. It must be said that foreigners are really good at courting death. If it were somewhere else, ordinary people would have run away long ago.

"Captain, I'm back..." Duke saw Steve drinking water as soon as he entered the door, and he couldn't help but burp. The "Gubuli Pot Stickers" in Chinatown is really delicious, no wonder the business is so good that there is a long queue.

"Ah...oh...I would have understood if you had said that earlier!" For some reason, Steve's tone sounded a little complaining.

"It's not that troublesome. It will be quick." Duke opened the door of the basement and pulled Steve to stand on the teleportation array. The next second, the two appeared in a deep alley in London.

Duke explained: "Alzheimer's disease is a progressive neurodegenerative disease with an insidious onset. It is clinically characterized by comprehensive dementia manifestations such as memory impairment, aphasia, apraxia, agnosia, visual-spatial skill impairment, executive dysfunction, and personality and behavioral changes. The cause is still unknown."

Steve still looked confused: "Can you explain it in simpler terms?"

After that, the maid politely greeted the two of them into the house, took them directly to the second floor, opened the bedroom door, and then left.

Carter's words brought on a silent sob, and she couldn't help but adjust her blurry focus, and she saw the figure she had been dreaming about. The resolute face, the straight nose, the eyes full of faith and never giving up, everything was so familiar, as if she had returned to seventy years ago.

Steve was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and at the same time he became more certain that Duke was an alien.

"Doctor, you're an hour late!" Steve shrugged his nose. Duke had a delicious smell on him, which made him salivate.

The maid suddenly realized and put away the alarm in her hand, with a look of joy on her face: "Great, I'm Martha, a maid in the house. I mean, it's great that you can come, Ms. Carter has been waiting for you."

Steve took the clothes and hesitated, "Isn't this a bad idea?"

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

Duke sighed and said, looking at the poor couple, "She can't remember you anymore because she has Alzheimer's disease."

"You are... you are... could it be that you are..." Carter took the baseball cap from Steve's head tremblingly, and when he saw the refreshing blond hair, he choked up and could hardly control his voice.

Steve stared at the sleeping old woman, sat on the edge of the bed, clasped the other's wrinkled hands in his hands, lowered his head and said nothing.

The two of them took a taxi and stopped in front of a small independent villa. This street was full of small villas facing each other. Although the area was small, the environment was very elegant. The quiet street had few vehicles, which was very suitable for living out one's old age.

"No problem, we British are the most helpful!" The three of them began to take off their clothes in a daze, and put together a set of clothes and pants that barely fit Steve's size.

Duke looked around. The decoration in the villa was ordinary, simple and elegant, giving people a faint sense of warmth. There was nothing else in the bedroom. A white-haired old lady was sleeping soundly. Her wrinkled face was not rosy, but with a hint of sickly paleness. There were large and small medicine bottles on the bedside table, which showed that the old lady was in very bad health.

Director, this script is wrong! Steve opened his mouth and turned stiffly to look at Duke. His volcanic eruption suddenly got stuck, and he punched the cotton, almost making him vomit blood. So he couldn't help but swear: "What the fu-ck?"

Steve followed Duke and hesitated in front of the door for a few minutes. Duke could not bear it and rang the doorbell for him. Soon a maid opened the door. She looked at Duke and Steve warily, then put on a professional and polite smile: "Hello, gentlemen. What can I do for you?"

On the way here, 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, forced a warm smile on his face, his eyes full of deep affection, and whispered softly: "Yes, it's me, I'm back!"

"Doctor...you...are really dangerous." Steve took a deep breath and hurriedly put on new clothes. He was born to be a clothes hanger, and a few hippie clothes made him look like a hipster.

"Let me get you changed first..." Duke checked the time and walked towards the basement with the captain. "It's 9am in New York now, which means it's about 2pm in London. Great, we don't have to deal with the time difference."

"How did you do it?" Steve was dumbfounded. He could tell that this file was the most confidential of the confidential files, and it was ranked at the highest level. Without a certain identity, one would not even be qualified to see these secrets. Such a world-class file was printed on a pile of A4 paper, which made him feel extremely strange.

He could see that Duke was not good at communicating with people at all, he was just hypnotizing and brainwashing them.

"Thank you for your generosity. You can go now. Remember to forget about what happened today." Duke put the pounds into his pocket and drove the three away without any courtesy.

Duke glanced at the maid's hands behind her back and smiled brightly, "We have an appointment with Ms. Peggy Carter and have come all the way to visit her."

"Nothing, I just took it when I wanted it. They are actually very easy to talk to." Duke didn't explain too much, and said bluntly: "Peggy is now living in the UK to retire. Her health is not very good. We'd better leave as soon as possible."

Duke shrugged, "It's commonly known as Alzheimer's!"

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

The elderly Carter coughed lightly and slowly woke up. She vaguely felt a pair of warm hands holding her. She slowly opened her eyes and asked, "Martha, is that you? Is it time for a nap? I want to go out and bask in the sun today. Please help me up."

Steve: “…”

"Hey, what do I see! Are you two magicians?"

"Uh, let's find..." Steve felt that it was his turn to step forward, but he was pushed aside by Duke before he could finish his words.

Duke ignored Steve's words, picked up a baseball cap and put it on his head, nodding with satisfaction: "Thank you for your compliment! Let's go, the girl is still waiting for you, even though you are seventy years late." Upon hearing this, Steve immediately wilted, and had no intention of continuing to ask Duke about his ability. He followed behind him with a heavy heart. Seventy years is too long, enough to change everything. He didn't know how to face Peggy. If Duke wasn't beside him, he would have turned around and ran.

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

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

It should have been a very tender moment, but Steve could only hold his lover's hand. He felt as if a thousand horses and grass were galloping through his heart, leaving him speechless.

I turned over yesterday and was criticized...

(End of this chapter)