Chapter 1609 Fishing Day (Part 2)

Chapter 1582 Fishing Day (II)

Long Island is located in the eastern part of New York State. It has two districts, of which Queens and Brooklyn are both within the scope of New York City. Because of its special geographical conditions and superior location, it is known as the "backyard of New York".

Arkham Sanatorium is actually also located in the Long Island area. There are many villas, wine estates and fine sandy beaches here. It is the first choice for New York's wealthy people to spend their weekends. It is a very good summer resort.

Of course, in winter, the rivers and lakes here become a paradise for ice fishing enthusiasts. There are many varieties of bass, trout and pike that are most easily shown off by fishing enthusiasts.

The scenery of lakes and mountains also avoids the loneliness brought by the endless ice field. The ink-colored mountains in the distance give people a sense of surprise when they step into the depths of winter and occasionally see the cold and lively.

The place chosen by Nick and his group to stay is a lakeside cabin on a small lake in the west of Long Island. Compared with those famous parks where people gather, it is more remote and quieter.

At about 3 pm, when the sun was still bright, they took the electric sled operated by the locals to the hut. At sunset, they cleaned up the resting area on the shore, set up fences to resist strong winds, arranged folding chairs, and then built a campfire with stones around it.

Most of these were done by Natasha and Ivan Vanko. Russians really know how to dig a nest for themselves to rest on a snowy field.

Although the shore here is not actually frozen, the heat stored in the large pebbles has melted the light snow in the morning into streams, disappearing deep into the ground, leaving wet and cold weeds and some bent reeds.

Magneto Eric, wearing a thick long windbreaker, is out of place with the others wearing jackets. He used his gloved hands to push away the grass stalks in front of him, walked to the slightly wet shore with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and found a wild duck's nest there.

"They probably went to the grass nest to look for food." Charles sat in a wheelchair and took off the thick gloves that made his palms sweat. Eric frowned in dissatisfaction when he saw his movements.

"The adventure alone ends here, Eric. We should go back and report this surprising discovery to them." Charles turned his wheelchair over. Regardless of whether Eric followed him or not, he walked back on his own and said, "Maybe we will be lucky enough to see wild ducks or geese returning to their nests."

"The geese have already flown away." Eric said very unkindly, "Migratory birds are not loyal to their nests, and wild ducks just don't have that ability."

The two of them walked through the reed marsh with some difficulty and returned to the camping place. At this time, Natasha was putting the aluminum pot she brought on the fire, squatting next to the campfire, and trying to knock the luncheon meat out of the box in a very rough manner.

"That German is back." Ivan, squatting at the other end of the campfire, said to Natasha in Russian: "It seems that he didn't get back the money owed to him, and his face is still so ugly."

"Don't say that." Natasha was gentler when she spoke Russian. The breathy sounds that sounded like "out, out, out" and tongue flicks enriched her tone, making her tone sound less straightforward than when she spoke Russian English in the past.

"I told you that he was a staunch anti-NAZI fighter." Natasha squeezed the can of luncheon meat impatiently and said: "It may be hard for you to imagine, but he has been to a concentration camp."

Ivan immediately grinned and stopped talking. He squatted on the ground, his arms supported on his knees, his hands naturally dropped down, and then turned to look at the two people standing in the distance.

He had very good eyesight, so he could see that when Eric took off the long gloves on his hands, a string of numbers appeared on the inside of his arm. It was branded, a very typical number from a concentration camp.

"Okay, I admit he's a real man." Ivan stood up, patted the dust off his hands and said, "I'm going to talk to him, it's better than talking to that Captain America."

He walked over, and Natasha simply took out a knife from her waist and stabbed it into the bottom of the luncheon meat can. The damned meat that was stuck together finally fell into the pot.

Soon, Schiller and Nick, who went to find a suitable fishing spot, came back. Nick was wearing a dark blue jacket and his boots were taller than anyone else. He kept explaining the importance of keeping warm to Schiller, who was only wearing a windbreaker, but Schiller obviously didn't listen to a word.

"I hate any high-necked clothes. I think it will strangle me." Nick said, flicking the collar of his jacket with his fingers, "But a coat like this is fine, as long as it doesn't touch my neck."

"And you, and the Germans like you." Nick glanced at Schiller, then at Magneto in the distance, and said, "You choose to wear a windbreaker in the weather of minus ten degrees Celsius to show off. I can only say that it's good. You win. You make all of us look like tumblers in a circus."

"That's just because we don't feel cold."

"That's not what you said when you attacked the Soviet Union in winter."

"I mean me and Eric... whatever you want."

The two of them walked to the stool next to the campfire and sat down. Nick lit a cigarette, pursed his lips and held the cigarette, then took off his left boot and slammed it on the ground.

"Where is our captain?" He asked again, "We can't do without him. When we were fishing by the Hudson Lake, he was the only one who could catch the big fish that Howard and I caught with his powerful tail and knocked us to the ground."

"He took his drawing board, paint and stool to the other side of the forest to find inspiration. There is no fishing activity tonight. Maybe he won't be back until dark."

Natasha threw the cut vegetables into the pot, and then began to squeeze the tomatoes desperately. Schiller leaned his head over and asked, "Is this borscht? But how can there be Spam?"

Natasha rolled her eyes and said, "Borscht means putting whatever you have in it. Do you want me to carry a cow here?"

"Don't describe it like that, ma'am. Tomorrow you will have delicious fish in your soup." Nick raised his voice and said like an aria, "Only the biggest and best fish can have the honor of dying at your hands."

"I just hope we can really eat fish tomorrow." Natasha shook her head and said, "But I don't count on you, never."

Schiller turned his head to the right and saw Ivan Vanko, who was already chatting with Magneto and Professor X. This was actually quite shocking.

Everyone who can get into this pair of resentful lovers must be quite ignorant and unable to read the eyes. Ivan happens to have both, but what is rare is that they actually chatted well.

"You know where the Yenisei River turns, right? I was born in Oznachennoye Village, and later followed my father to a more easterly direction, trekking all the way to Siberia."

Ivan squatted on the shore of the reeds and continued: "Of course there is Lake Baikal, which is bottomless and a good place for ice fishing."

"It's cold there." Eric said, but it didn't sound like a rebuttal, but more like a sigh.

"Yes, there is no place in my hometown that is not cold." Ivan did not shy away from it at all, saying: "Always wear thick cotton clothes and cotton shoes, walk clumsily like a penguin, but we are used to it."

"Everyone who underestimated the cold there paid a painful price, especially Hitler." Ivan continued: "The lightning of Europe came here, was tripped by the heavy snow in the cold winter, and broke his leg."

Charles looked at Eric with some concern, but he couldn't see any expression on his face. The atmosphere became silent, but it was not awkward. After a few minutes, Eric said: "He Most of the decisions he made in his life were wrong. Those who think he is a genius are really stupid. "

"Is that because you are a Jew?"

"Because I am a German."

"That's strange." Ivan lowered his head and lit a cigarette, saying in a vague tone: "I thought every defeated country would only hate that they didn't succeed in the past."

"Most of them are like this."

What surprised Charles and Ivan was that Eric did not deny this. His attitude was too bland and even a little confusing.

After a while, a gust of hot wind in the cold air blew over from the camp. Natasha had left. It was Schiller who was looking at the food in the pot, staring at the luncheon meat that occasionally turned out of the red tomato soup.

"It looks like the meal is almost ready, we should go over." Charles turned the wheelchair again and said, "Don't let everyone wait for us, that's impolite."

So Eric followed him back, and Ivan, who stood up last, grinned with Eric side by side, revealing his uneven teeth, and said, "He still treats you as a baby."

Eric said nothing, and there was no sign of anger. He looked so gentle that it was unlike him. Ivan quickly said the second half of the sentence: "If a person can meet someone who really replaces his parents in the second half of his life, he doesn't know how lucky he is."

Eric's brows suddenly spread out like the clouds before the sunset behind him. His straight back looked more like a tall pine tree than the shadow of the tree against the light, cold and resolute.

They quickly sat down on the fishing stool by the campfire, and Natasha and Steve came back together at the right time. The drawing board Steve was carrying was full of dew from frost, and so was his eyebrows.

Steve casually placed the drawing board at the entrance of the windbreak wall, walked over and sat on the folding stool. Nick put out the second cigarette in his hand, and Schiller took out the bowls and chopsticks from the travel bag and distributed tableware to everyone.

Metal lunch boxes are essential tableware for camping, and no one in the scene had any objections to this retro-looking iron lunch box. Only Schiller said when he handed the lunch box to Nick: "If Peter came here, he would definitely shout for a long time and ask if we got this back from the museum."

"I would tell him yes." Steve said with a smile while serving soup to everyone, "I would say that it used to be exhibited together with my shield in the national tour."

Nick laughed, as if he was choked. He looked down at the lunch box that had not yet been filled with soup and said, "Is this really old enough to make the children associate it with antiques?"

"It's not new anyway." Ivan said, "But Russia is not new either."

"There's nothing new here. Right?" Schiller said with a smile, "There are no young people or things, and no desire to pursue the latest trends."

"You can just say it's a good idea not to bring Tony Stark." Nick snorted and said, "He will use a 2,000-word long article to judge our tableware."

"Then I'll carve the words 'Made by Stark Industries' on the bottom of the lunch box." Schiller used a fork to press the flying cabbage leaves back into the bowl and said, "I'll show it to him after he finishes his paper."

"I can already imagine his choked expression." Steve was overjoyed.

"But from what I know about him." Natasha turned the rectangular lunch box in her hands, hissed, looked up at Steve and said, "He will say that this is his birthday gift for you to show his trendy sexual orientation, and he would rather die than sever ties with us old guys."

"Oh my God, spare me!"