In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 512: Tonight I will confess in my dream (middle)
"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"
, the days when I was 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. You have come to a place that is slightly familiar.
He narrowed his eyes, blocked the light with his hand, stood up, looked around the environment here, and found that it seemed to be a somewhat old laboratory.
Even if Steve is not a scientific researcher, he can 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 also conceals However, there are some narrow layouts here, and there are traces of friction on the long-used experimental table.
Suddenly, Steve found something that 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 that 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. It hit the opposite wall with a "bang", and when it bounced back, it cut the rope of the chandelier with a "swish".
With a "snap", the chandelier hit the ground, 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 The husband could only repair the cabinet door that he had smashed overnight.
Passing around this experimental bench, 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 half-peeled stickers on the wall The Playboy poster of...
Steve seems to see his old friend Howard busy in front of the laboratory bench, while he sits at the table in the back, gobbling up a burger.
At that time, they were all busy, Howard was busy providing all kinds of 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 even smelled the aroma of the burger.
"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 finally finished his work and started eating, but Stark.
Stark held a cheeseburger in his hand, and the smell of the cheeseburger that had just torn off the wrapping paper was overflowing. Stark turned his head and saw Steve swallowed. He changed his burger Take it in one hand, and then say: "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 looked down, his tone full of sadness.
When you are really in this kind of room full of details and memories, someone's death is no longer a cold sentence or a notice. Tiff realized that Howard once lived in this world and left countless traces here, but his life stopped abruptly 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 superhero. Geniuses, their memory is many times stronger than ordinary people, so he does not 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 now the very tall Stark sat there. On Zhang Xiaostool, he looked a little funny.
Steve and Stark sat with their backs against the wall 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 who was sinking lower than him. He knew that if this was really a scale, then Stark was heavier than him because he was carrying his father on his back. death.
Only when you see a person getting depressed and falling in front of your eyes, you will know 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 have read a lot of books related to psychology, and I have done 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 azure blue eyes shattered into a vast ocean, and between the ups and downs of the tide, the light shone like clam 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 in that base to facilitate pulling us over every night. Therefore, we can follow his mark to the Alliance of Radiance base."
"After arriving at the base of the Radiance Alliance, we can find Schiller's dream that Professor X has marked in the base."
Seeing that Steve was still sitting on the chair silently, Stark didn't intend to explain any more. He closed his eyes, started to liberate his consciousness, and looked for the possible path.
In silence, the walls of the room faded, the light became brighter, the 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."
Speaking, he said in disbelief: "So, what kind of monsters are they that can travel freely in dreams?"
"Is this a transfer station?" Steve finally asked.
"That's right, let me look for it, is there a sign leading 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 picked He raised his eyebrows and 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 can just go right there."
"The problem is, there are no street signs."
Stark sighed, and said: "Professor X may have other ways to distinguish the difference between these paths. After all, I don't know what the mutant's psychic ability is, but anyway, I can't see the difference between these paths. Where to go."
"Are there many ways? 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 "swoosh", 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 reception 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, which was a bit too tattered, and even the appearance alone was not very good. Good to know what model it is.
He lowered his head and saw that the column introducing the booth read:
"Bode Smith, 18 years old, from a farm in Michigan, loves sweets the most, 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 some blood stains on the bottom of the gun.
His finger on the introduction panel of the display stand stopped, and he took a step forward, and there was another display stand, with a dilapidated notebook inside, and the introduction panel read:
"David Petrov, a very good engineer, drinks heavily but has a loud voice, and likes to hum Soviet songs while repairing tanks..."
Further forward, there are many display cabinets, which contain all kinds of rags, key rings, belts, glasses, towels and even thermometers that can be seen everywhere, at least in the real world, they will never Is there any museum that puts 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. The part is very slim and doesn't look like it would be worn by a man.
Stark moved his gaze down and saw a name written on the introduction panel of the display case - "Peggy Carter".
“…At that time, we sat on the steps in front of the garage and chatted. She said that her dream since she was a child was to be an artist, but at that time, few people supported a girl to work independently.”
"I said, I'll draw her a picture, but she didn't believe it at all, because I didn't look like someone who could afford brushes and paints, and the army didn't have those things, so I went to Burned a piece of charcoal, and then 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 You know, I'm fascinated..."
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 after I met Peggy at the end, When you are alone, you should be extremely sad..."
"But in fact, apart from the initial sadness of death and parting, I even felt a little relieved. She was full of children and grandchildren, very happy, lying quietly on the hospital bed, and before she died, she was able to see her once. Lover, this is already very happy."
"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, Among the owners of the relics, probably less than one in a thousand can die."
"Some were killed by bullets, some were pierced by shrapnel, some suffered from dysentery, and some were frozen to death. I was not there when they died~IndoMTL.com~ I just brought them from afar A message..."
Steve looked up at the museum and 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 numbness.”
"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, may have exchanged bullets with me, lit cigarettes under each other's cover, may have even cut my back and saved my life, but when they died, nothing stay."
Steve took a deep breath, looked up at the display case above, and said:
"Perhaps you are right, that era has passed and will never come back."
"My existence. It is the evidence that they have 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 the edges of his eyelashes getting wet.
Death and parting are unbearable burdens in life, but the man in front of him has endured it, and he 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 light under the lamp cut the corridor into two halves. Steve stood at one end and Steve stood at the other. Stand Stark.
No one of them heard it. With the muffled sound of "rumbling", one end of the originally tilted balance fell down, and the balance regained its balance. Iron Man and Captain America stood on the same line again.