The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

When people's consciousness sinks into a dream, it is often difficult to realize when they fell into a dream. The same is true for Steve. When the sound of the pattering rain gradually stopped, he opened his eyes again, and it was already coming. Arrived in a slightly familiar place.

He narrowed his eyes, blocked the light with his hand, stood up, looked around the environment, and found that it seemed to be a somewhat old laboratory.

Even if Steve is not a scientific researcher, he can still tell that this laboratory should not be a product of the 21st century. Although the equipment here is very advanced from the perspective of the last century, it cannot conceal the slight There are some narrow layouts, and traces of friction on the long-used experimental table.

Suddenly, Steve found something he was very familiar with. It was a laboratory bench. The reason why this thing was familiar to him was that there was a dent on the cabinet door, which he had personally repaired.

At that time, Howard made him the vibrating gold shield. Neither of them had used this weapon before, and they didn't realize the lethality of this thing at all. Steve took the shield and threw it out directly. The shield clanged It hit the opposite wall with a bang, and when it bounced back, it cut the rope of the chandelier with a whoosh.

With a snap, the chandelier fell to the ground, and Steve instinctively hid back, and with a bang, he knocked a dent in the cabinet door of the laboratory bench behind him, Howard was furious, and Steve could only He repaired the cabinet door that he had smashed overnight.

Walking around this experimental platform, many familiar things appeared in front of him, the parts of the levitating car that Howard often boasted to him, various models piled up in the corner of the room, and even the half-peeled Playboy on the wall poster……

Steve seems to see his old friend Howard busy at the lab table, while he sits at the table in the back, gobbling up a burger.

At that time, they were all busy, Howard was busy providing various logistical 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 burgers.

呵啦, the sound of the wrapping paper being torn rang in his ears, and 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, and the cheeseburger that had just torn off the wrapping paper was full of aromas. Stark turned his head and saw Steve swallowed. He took his own burger in the other hand. , and then said: Don't look, there's no food here.

Is this your conscious world? Steve asked.

That's right. Stark replied while eating: You must first enter my dream before you can travel in the dreamland.

I'm sorry, Tony... Steve bowed his head, his tone full of sadness.

When you are really in this kind of room full of details and memories, the death of someone is no longer a cold sentence or a notice, every detail here will make Steve realize He realized that Howard once lived in this world and left countless traces here, but his life came to an abrupt end at a certain time, and the traces here have never been updated.

When Steve saw all this, he realized that Howard's death hurt Stark much more than he imagined, because Stark, like his father, was a super genius. His memory is many times stronger than that of ordinary people, so he doesn't have the best medicine for ordinary people to heal wounds - forgetting.

At least, in this dream space, Stark kept all the details of his time with Howard, and now, all of this is displayed in front of Steve.

Stark walked over and sat down on the opposite side of the small table. The other stool on the opposite side of the table was shorter, apparently for children, and Stark, who was already very tall, was sitting on that small stool. Looks a little funny.

With their backs against the wall, Steve and Stark sat at opposite ends of the table, taller on one side and shorter on the other, 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 own father.

Only when one sees a person getting depressed and falling in front of one's eyes, one realizes that death and parting are unbearable burdens in life.

I let you enter my conscious world, not to hear your apology. Stark said, he took a deep breath, and seemed to have made a courageous decision, he said:

I read a lot of books related to psychology, and I did a lot of analysis. I think this should help your condition.

Stark looked up and saw the flickering lights of the opposite laboratory through the glass, he said:

The time that belonged to you and him has passed, and it will never come back. Many people you knew are gone, and everything you once had is lost.

You desperately want to find someone to prove that you once existed, but your existence itself is the evidence that they once existed.

You and your memories, the time you spent with Howard in your mind, is another form of his existence, the strongest souvenir left after his death.

Therefore, I should thank you, because you can live forever, but I won't, so, until I die, I can see traces of his existence from you...

Steve couldn't control himself from crying anymore, his blue eyes shattered into a vast ocean, and between the ebb and flow of the tide, the light was like clam-born pearls.

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

At the beginning, when Professor X established the base of the Alliance of Radiance in his dream, he had marked our dreams at that base to facilitate pulling us over every night, so we can follow his mark to the base of the Alliance of Radiance.

And after arriving at the base of the Alliance of Radiance, we can find Schiller's dream that Professor X has marked inside the base.

Seeing Steve still sitting on the chair silently, 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, tiles were laid, and the sofa fell from the sky. 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 the magic, I just need to provide ideas and navigate. This is really too stream-of-consciousness.

As he said that, he said in disbelief: So, what kind of monsters are they that can travel freely in the dream?

Is this a transfer station? Steve finally asked.

That's right, let me look for signs that lead to other people's dreams... Stark closed his eyes, tried to concentrate, and began to feel the structure of the dream. After a while, he raised his eyebrows, Then he said, I found it.

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

What's wrong? Steve stepped forward and asked.

I found some paths that seem to lead to other places...

Wouldn't that be nice? We could just go straight through.

The problem is, there are no street 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 mutants' psychic abilities are, but anyway, I can't see where these paths lead. .”

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

Yes, yes... After Stark finished speaking, he paused, and then said, Let's try the first one first.

With a whoosh, they returned to Stark's dream space. Stark shook his head and said, It seems that we are out of luck.

When they returned to the meeting room of the Alliance of Radiance, Stark chose the second path, 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 bit too tattered, and it was not easy to judge by its appearance alone. What model is it.

He lowered his head and saw that the column introducing the showcase read:

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

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

His fingers on the introduction panel of the display stand stopped, and he took another step forward, and there was another display stand, with a dilapidated notebook inside, and the introduction panel read:

David Petrov, a very good engineer, heavy drinking but very loud, likes to hum Soviet songs while repairing tanks...

Going forward, there are many display cabinets, in which there are all kinds of tatters, key rings, belts, glasses, towels and even thermometers that can be seen everywhere, at least in the real world, there will never be any Museums put these things.

But they all correspond to a person's name, and some chaotic and unsystematic records. Those records often only have one or two sentences, which may be what they like to eat, who they have in their family, and what their greatest wish is.

Turning a corner, Stark saw that Steve was standing at the end of another row of display cases, staring at the things in the display case. After he walked over, he found that there was a pair of gloves with very slender fingers , doesn't look like it's worn by men.

Stark looked down and saw a name written on the display case introduction panel - Peggy Carter.

...At that time, we were sitting on the steps in front of the garage and chatting, and she said that her dream since she was a child was to be an artist, but at that time, there were very few people who supported a girl to work independently.

I said I'd draw her a picture and she didn't believe me because I didn't look like someone who could afford brushes and paints, and the army didn't have those things, so I went and burned a piece of it. charcoal, and drew her repairing the tank.

She was very pleasantly 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, I'm obsessed...

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

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

And more people... Steve turned his head to look at the objects in the glass display cases, and said, I can't even remember how they all died, but in my memory, the owner of the relic Among them, less than one in a thousand can die.

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

Steve looked up at the museum, then said:

Tony, I have to 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 It's numb.

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

They may have lay in a trench with me, they may have exchanged bullets with me, they may have lit cigarettes under each other's cover, they may have even cut my hindquarters and saved my life, but when they died, there was nothing left.

Steve took a deep breath, looked up at the display case above, and said:

Perhaps you are right. That era has passed, and it will never return.

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

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

No matter how unbearable death and parting are in life, the man in front of him has also endured it, and has endured it thousands of times.

Stark's sigh slowly dissipated in the dream space. In the center of the museum corridor full of display cabinets, the dark shadow under the lamp cut the corridor into two halves. Steve stood at one end and Steve stood at the other end. Tucker.

None of them heard it. Accompanied by the muffled sound of rumbling, one end of the balance that had been raised fell down, and the balance regained its balance. Iron Man and Captain America stood on the same line again.