New York University Medical Center
Sharon, her face still tinged with a post-romantic blush, looked radiant as she linked arms with her boyfriend.
Pushing open the ward door, they saw a frail, elderly woman lying inside, her skin wrinkled like tree bark.
Aging was inevitable, yet her inherent beauty remained.
"Aunt, I'm here to see you… and Steve!" Sharon said, pouring water from the kettle for her aunt with a bright smile.
"Steve!" Old Peggy's eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn't believe Steve was still alive.
"You're still alive!"
Peggy's voice carried excitement—meeting comrades from seventy years ago, and someone she once admired.
Yet Steve looked just as young as ever, while she had already stepped into old age.
Steve's gaze fell on a family photo on the table: Peggy, her husband, and their two children—a boy and a girl.
When he first saw it, he had wondered who Peggy's husband was.
Even though Avengers 4 gave a somewhat satisfying ending, the idea of him traveling into the future and "cheating" on himself seemed ridiculous.
Then it clicked: the man in the photo was a member of the 107th Unit—someone Steve had saved in the past.
"That's my husband and my children," Peggy explained, seeing that Steve remained silent.
"Steve, don't be so serious. Aunt, this is my boyfriend now—he's with me," Sharon said, linking her arm through Steve's with a happy smile.
Peggy was flabbergasted. My niece is with the man I loved?
And my niece, a secret agent, is actually a blonde-haired guy?
Her mind spun. Excitement and astonishment struck her simultaneously, and she nearly fainted from the double shock.
"Doctor! The patient has fainted! Come save her!" Steve pressed the emergency button. He was here only because Sharon had asked.
A vague thought crossed his mind.
If Gamora can have two, why not Peggy? Maybe the other is Captain Carter from the "What If" series… or the leader of the upper and lower teams in Strange 2.
Not bad.
Sharon held his arm for comfort. "Steve, is aunt okay? Did what she saw startle you? Don't worry—I'll always be here for you."
The words carried the elegance of high-grade green tea—simple, caring, yet powerful.
Steve chuckled. "I'm fine. I was just curious about your aunt's husband. By the way, I have an idea:
I want to make a movie about our past deeds, and you'll be the leading actress."
Sharon blinked, her suggestion sincere. "Well, that sounds possible. You might also ask Pepper for help—she'll know better."
Reputation was crucial. It had allowed him to win over a cold, aloof director like Hill.
Similarly, Sharon had fallen for Steve's good reputation before meeting him in person.
"Okay, should we wait for Peggy to wake up?" Steve asked, eager to contact Pepper.
Now that his girlfriend was vice president, he would once again rely on her support.
"I'll wait here. You go ahead and do your work," Sharon said, planting a sweet kiss on his cheek.
"Remember to come back in the evening!"
High-end green tea indeed often appeared in a simple, caring form.
Outside, Steve was about to call for his motorcycle when he sensed something off.
A hooded figure was watching him from a distance.
Broad daylight… and he's covering himself? Sunscreen?
"Wait! Package, sunscreen! Vampire!" Steve realized instantly that he was being targeted.
Boom!
He pulled out the oilcloth, using magic to conceal himself, and summoned his motorcycle.
The bike had been upgraded: stronger metals, liquid nitrogen accelerators, retractable gliders for high-altitude maneuvering, a handlebar button, and a front-mounted assault rifle.
A retractable metal frame on the left hand could knock aside any obstacles.
Steve revved the motorcycle and surged forward.
The vampire, seeing no chance, scrambled backward, kicked the wall, and fled.
Steve threw his shield, hitting the vampire mid-climb.
The motorcycle swooped in, catching the vampire and whisking it away to the suburbs.
Passersby whipped out their phones.
"That's so cool! Look at that move!"
"Wait—isn't that Captain America?"
Steve, slightly helpless, called out as he rode: "Everyone, move out of the way! I'm chasing criminals to protect your lives!"
Blonde beauties watched him reluctantly as he sped off. What a handsome man.
Muscles bulging and movement precise, even a shirt couldn't hide his vigorous charm.
The two motorcycles weaved through traffic, agile and flexible.
While chasing, Steve called Hill.
"Hey, honey, do you miss me?"
Hill's words, tender and unexpected, contrasted sharply with her usual icy demeanor.
If SHIELD employees had seen this, they would have thought the sun had risen in the west.
The iron tree blooms, and the iceberg melts.