Chapter 128 The One I Miss

In the cemetery outside St. Patrick's Cathedral, Rogers was sitting next to Ms. Carter's tombstone, his eyes full of haggardness and sadness.

"Captain." Coulson, who was standing behind Rogers, looked at Rogers' appearance, and whispered to him with some reluctance: "You have been at Ms. Carter's grave for three whole days."

"I don't think Ms. Carter would want to see you so sad for her."

"I know." Rogers took a deep breath: "Let me stay with her for a few more days, okay, Coulson."

"Of course." Coulson looked at Rogers' still sad appearance and sighed softly.

Everyone in the bureau knew that the person who was most suitable to comfort the captain was no longer alive.

This was not only the captain's regret, but also the regret of many employees of SHIELD.

When Ms. Carter was alive, she influenced countless agents with her gentle and kind attitude, and it was also the first time that everyone felt at home in SHIELD.

Unfortunately, the time they had to feel this way was too short.

The saying "When a person dies, the lights go out, and when a person leaves, the tea gets cold" is obviously very applicable, whether it is used in the mysterious Eastern countries or the United States today.

Since the death of Ms. Carter, members of Congress and various official agent organizations have been eyeing their SHIELD, which is a sweet cake.

If Rogers was not still in SHIELD, the current SHIELD would have been devoured by those greedy guys.

But Coulson and the current director, Agent Hill, know that Rogers can be a team leader in a war, or a warrior charging at the forefront.

But he is definitely not a politician who can be hypocritical with those officials.

Now the leaders of Congress and those agent organizations are just temporarily afraid of the captain's majesty and the connections left by Ms. Carter.

If during this period of time, the agents of SHIELD cannot return to their former heyday, then even if Ms. Carter is resurrected, there is no way to save SHIELD, which is about to be devoured.

Buzz——

The sound of the cell phone vibrating interrupted Coulson's worries about the future of SHIELD.

Coulson glanced at the caller ID and walked aside to answer the call.

"Any instructions, Director Hill?"

"Don't tease me, Coulson."

The tired voice of Maria Hill, the current director of SHIELD, sounded on the other end of the phone.

Obviously, since taking over the position of director of SHIELD, Agent Hill's mind has been in a highly tense state, fearing that his decision-making mistakes will put SHIELD in an unfavorable position.

"Is the captain still in the cemetery?"

Agent Hill got back to business and asked Coulson.

"Yes." Coulson glanced at Rogers who was still sitting next to Ms. Carter's tombstone: "Is there any mission?"

"You know, the captain just told me that he wants to accompany Ms. Carter for a few more days."

"But now this mission really belongs to the captain." Agent Hill looked at the report in his hand and said in a strange tone.

"According to the intelligence sent by the agents in the bureau, traces of suspected Ms. Carter were found in the Museum of Modern History in New York."

"Who?" Coulson was stunned and couldn't believe what he heard.

"Yes, it's Ms. Carter, and it's Ms. Carter wearing the uniform of a British agent in World War II."

In the Stark Building, Pepper, who was sitting at the desk, looked at Tony, who was lying on the sofa drinking red wine and doing nothing, and rubbed his head with a headache.

"Tony, if you have nothing to do, it might be a good choice to go to the dessert shop to eat dessert, or go to the laboratory to continue studying your iron plate."

"Dear Pepper, am I not waiting for you to get off work?" Tony, who was lying on the sofa, crossed his legs and said to Pepper casually, "You know, you have stood me up for several days because of work."

"You know, even the most difficult model in Time magazine has never stood me up."

"Then go and have your candlelight dinner with your Time magazine model." Pepper angrily threw a pen holder at Tony.

"Isn't it because someone dumped all the mess of the group on me that I'm working overtime?"

"Don't be angry, Pepper." Tony said to Pepper with a smirk, "That's why I'm here to accompany you after get off work, right?"

"I've booked the most luxurious Michelin restaurant in New York tonight. Even if you work overtime until the early morning, they will wait for us to come over."

"Then they really have a long wait." Pepper gestured to the three piles of documents on the desk that were almost as tall as her.

"Uh-huh." Tony shrugged and began to support his face, drinking while admiring Pepper who was working hard again.

"Sir." At this moment, Jarvis' voice appeared in the ears of Tony and Pepper.

"Shh, Jarvis, keep your voice down, don't disturb my dear Pepper's work."

Tony looked at Pepper who was glaring at him, and quickly said to Jarvis.

"Okay, sir." Jarvis adjusted the volume of his voice to a level that only Tony could hear.

"So is there any memo you need to remind me of today?" Tony asked Jarvis.

"No, sir." Following Jarvis' voice, a virtual screen appeared in front of Tony.

On the virtual screen, a luxury car with the atmosphere of the 1960s and 1970s appeared in a manor that looked a little depressed.

But what made Tony's eyes fixed were two strange yet familiar voices coming down from the luxury car.

"The Stark Manor that you ordered to be closed was just opened by two Level 1 authorized persons."

"According to the information, the names of the two Level 1 authorized persons who opened the manor are: Maria Stark and Howard Stark."

Rogers was sitting in the car driven by Agent Coulson.

Rogers, who had changed back into the Stars and Stripes uniform, no longer had a sad and painful expression on his face, but was full of anger.

He couldn't believe it, but he had to believe it.

Someone actually appeared in the streets of New York wearing the same uniform that Carter had worn before her body was still warm.

Such behavior, for Rogers, was not a tribute, but pure blasphemy! Disrespect for the dead!

That's why Rogers changed into this uniform with the Stars and Stripes.

Rogers had made up his mind at this moment. No matter whether the opponent was a man or a woman, he would use his most angry fist to hit the face of the poor imitator!

"We're here, Captain." Agent Coulson parked the car outside a manor and turned to Rogers and said, "According to the reports of his agents, the target's last whereabouts was entering this manor."

"Is that so?" Rogers tightened the shield in his hand and nodded to Coulson: "Thank you for your hard work, Coulson."

"This is what I should do." Coulson waved his hand heavily at Rogers: "Captain, you must punch the imitator twice for us!"

"No problem." Rogers got out of the car and looked at the luxurious manor in front of him, which lacked some popularity. He took two steps to help him and turned over the towering wall in front of him.

But Captain Rogers, who had just crossed the wall and landed on the ground, suddenly froze in place.

In the four directions of his left, right, front, and back, black gun barrels were erected one after another.

Rogers glanced at the gun barrels around him, identified the location of the main building of the manor not far away, bent his legs slightly, and rushed towards the main building.

Bang!

As Rogers moved, the black gun barrels around him made bursts of artillery sounds.

While charging towards the main building, Rogers raised his shield in his hand, trying to take this opportunity to block the shells fired from the gun barrels.

But there was no gunpowder that could blow people into pieces in these shells, but bundles of capture nets wrapped around them.

Although Rogers had noticed it when these capture nets were opened, the number of capture nets was too dense.

In the end, Rogers was still entangled by several capture nets, blocking his steps forward.

"Damn it!" Rogers tore at the several bundles of capture nets on his body, but before he could tear off one of them, the gun barrels behind him began to spit out a large-scale capture net towards Rogers, directly surrounding Rogers.

"Captain?"

Just as Rogers kept struggling, Tony's voice came from the sky.

"Jarvis, turn off the anti-theft function."

Following Tony's voice, the gun barrels on the lawn that were constantly spitting capture nets at Rogers stopped their movements and retracted into the original lawn.

Tony shot out a laser beam from his hand, and Rogers, who had been wrapped into a ball, was finally rescued from the capture net by Tony.

"Tony?" Rogers, who was freed from the predicament, looked at Tony in the air in surprise, wearing an iron armor, and asked him in confusion: "Why are you here?"

"I should be the one asking you this." Tony took off the helmet of the iron armor and held it in his hand, with an expression full of surprise on his face: "This is my home."

"Your home?"

"That's right, Captain." Coulson's voice sounded from the wall.

Coulson lay on the wall, wiped the sweat from his head, and said to Rogers: "You got off the car too quickly just now, and I didn't have time to tell you that this is the manor where Mr. Stark once lived with the Howards."

"After the Howards died, Mr. Stark closed the manor and did not allow others to enter. Even the maintenance of hygiene was done by robots made by Mr. Stark himself."

"So what are you SHIELD people doing in my house?" Tony looked at Coulson with a bad face: "I hope you SHIELD can give me a reasonable explanation, so as not to reduce my good impression of you with great difficulty."

"Because a SHIELD agent found that someone suspected to be Ms. Carter entered your manor." Coulson jumped off the wall and explained to Tony why they were here.

"Jarvis?" Tony tilted his ear.

"Sir, Ms. Carter entered the manor through the formal channel of ringing the doorbell." Jarvis' voice rang in everyone's ears.

"Ms. Maria personally received Ms. Carter. This was a normal visitor meeting, so I didn't report it to you."

"But Ms. Carter was buried a few days ago." Tony rubbed his head: "Should I not have added so many restrictions to your underlying algorithm? I feel that you are now lacking in common sense theory."

"Maria?" Rogers was a little surprised when he heard the name JARVIS said.

If Rogers guessed correctly, there should be only one Maria who could appear in Stark Manor.

But that Ms. Maria should be

Rogers remembered Bucky who is still imprisoned in the SHIELD prison.

That's right, Bucky killed Howard and his wife Ms. Maria back then.

"It seems that there are more than two imitators." Tony was the first to understand the reason.

"I just received a message from JARVIS saying that my father and mother appeared in the manor."

Tony shared the information he got with Rogers, and Rogers frowned when he heard the information Tony said.

He didn't quite understand what these imitators wanted to do.

"Rogers?" But at this moment, the people in the main building seemed to notice the hustle and bustle in the manor.

The balcony door of the living room on the second floor was slowly opened, and Ms. Carter, holding a cup of black tea, appeared in front of everyone.

She looked at Rogers, who was wearing a star-spangled uniform downstairs, in astonishment, with an expression full of disbelief on her face.

"Peggy" Rogers also looked at Ms. Carter upstairs, and her expression seemed so confused.

In Rogers' perception, the Ms. Carter in front of him looked exactly the same as the Ms. Carter he saw in the military camp that year.

"Is this really a dream?" Ms. Carter threw the cup on the table in a panic, looking at Rogers downstairs, she could no longer hide her excitement, and jumped down directly from the upstairs.

"!" Seeing this, Rogers hurriedly ran forward and hugged Ms. Carter in his arms when she was about to fall to the ground.

"Oh my God!" Ms. Carter felt the warmth coming from Rogers, her hand had already touched Rogers' cheek, her eyes filled with tears: "This is actually true, we actually meet again!"

"Peggy"

Just as Rogers and Ms. Carter in his arms looked at each other, Tony, wearing an iron armor, looked at the balcony on the second floor, and his body froze in place like Rogers just now.

Howard Stark, with white hair, and Maria Stark, who was still graceful, also walked from the living room to the balcony, looking curiously at the scene downstairs.

"Mother, and father" Tony looked at the two people upstairs, opened his mouth, and suddenly seemed to be silent for a moment, not knowing what to say at this time.