Chapter 88 Rogers' "Root-Seeking" Journey (Part 2) (First order requested)
The Captain America Museum was crowded with people, and fans took pictures everywhere, very enthusiastically.
As for the instructor’s explanation, few people listened carefully.
Everyone just comes here to take pictures and then post them on social media to attract likes and comments from friends and satisfy their vanity of being the center of attention.
Who cares what Steve Rogers did over sixty years ago?
If it weren't for Captain America's muscular body and handsome appearance, the number of fans would not even be one-tenth of what it is now.
Under the influence of "entertainment first", the new generation of American young people do not even have the feelings of home and country that they had during World War II.
Steve Rogers is not stupid. When he saw that Captain America had so many fans and had the same memory, he was inevitably a little excited. But when he saw the young fans just taking pictures everywhere, After repeatedly ignoring or even interrupting the commentator, he finally realized that these fans were not actually interested in his deeds.
The one-to-one wax figure in the museum attracts the interest of fans more than the boring text on the wall. Most of the people who enter the museum line up next to the wax figure, waiting to take a photo with the United States. Take a group photo with the captain and show it off to your friends.
Rogers, carrying a duffel bag in his hand, looked out of place among the fans.
The deeds on the wall had been personally experienced in his memory, and the words had been embellished, and even made him feel a little embarrassed.
He is not so narcissistic as to take a photo with the wax figure.
"Young man, aren't you going to take pictures?" an old man with pale hair asked him curiously.
This young man, who is as muscular as Captain America, has been incompatible with others since he entered the museum, standing out from the crowd.
Rogers thought for a while and replied with emotion: "I have no friends to show off to."
The friends in Steve Rogers' memory have long since passed away, and David Rogers is even worse. He has been bullied since he was a child, and he doesn't even have a "Bucky" of his own.
The old man raised his head, took a closer look at him, and saw the injuries and plastic surgery marks on his face.
"Do you want to know more about the captain's story?"
It is inevitable for people to talk when they grow old, especially when they meet young people they like, they want to share the life principles accumulated throughout their lives. Pass it on.
"Do you know much about Captain America?" Rogers glanced at the old man's clothes and found that he was not an employee of the museum.
"When I was young, I lived in the same community as the captain. I was only eight years old at that time, but the captain, who was in his twenties, was not much taller than me..." The old man was caught up in the meeting, with wrinkles on his face from laughter.
Rogers was silent for a moment and suddenly asked: "Can you take me to the captain's former home?"
"Okay." The old man agreed happily, but reminded: "The community It’s still there, but the old apartment has been completely demolished.”
“It seems that the developer still owes the captain some compensation, but I don’t know if he has received it yet.”
Rogers followed the old man, walking on the familiar yet unfamiliar streets.
Coming to the community where Steve Rogers lived, the familiarity brought by the memory became clearer. This familiarity was even stronger than when he returned to David Rogers' home, because the latter always gave him a sense of being on the screen. It feels like looking at a big screen image from outside.
Over the past sixty years, Brooklyn has developed rapidly, and a large number of buildings have been updated. However, some high-rise buildings that were very trendy at the time have been preserved, and have been stained with heavy vicissitudes over time.
Yes, the stinky smell in the alley has soaked into the bricks and has become a part of history.
"Huh?" Rogers suddenly stopped at the entrance of an alley.
In my memory, this alley was where Bucky became a sergeant and helped him fight off the big man after putting on his military uniform. "What's wrong?" The white-haired old man turned around and said in surprise: "The captain's home is right in front, can't you go?"
Rogers took one last look at the alley with a trace of nostalgia and continued to follow the old man's footsteps.
At this moment, he finally believed that Steve Rogers was himself, and everything he had experienced in his memory was his past.
Then a new question arises, why did he appear in distant Sokovia more than sixty years later, and why did he have the memory of an extra person in his mind?
"This was the captain's former home, but unfortunately it was demolished long ago." The old man led Rogers to a modern high-rise building.
Rogers took one look at this modern apartment building. He had no memory of it, and he no longer needed to search or verify it.
“Time flies so fast, more than sixty years have passed in the blink of an eye.” The old man sighed with emotion.
"Okay, I have something to do at home, so let's go first."
After that, I left on my own, leaving Rogers alone.
As he staggered to the entrance of an alley, the white-haired old man suddenly jumped in, holding on to the wall and breathing heavily.
After regaining his composure, the old guy quickly left with a look of joy on his face.
He came to the back door of a bar, and there was already a person waiting there.
“This is your reward.” The bald man handed him five twenty-dollar bills of different sizes.
The old guy took it happily, counted it twice quickly, and then showed a satisfied smile: "Who is he? Why can he get a hundred dollars just by showing him the way?"
The bald man who was about to turn around and go back to the bar suddenly showed a fierce look, grabbed the old guy by the collar, and said viciously: "Old guy, you know too much and aren't you afraid of dying too quickly?"
Only then did the old guy react and nodded quickly to reassure: "I was wrong. I didn't do anything today. This is the answer to anyone who asks me!"
"Think about your son and your family before you speak next time. Grandson." The bald man pushed him away and then turned back to the bar to continue having fun.
Actually, the bald man didn’t know why someone offered him a thousand dollars to find someone to lead the way. Anyway, he didn’t care.
The more you know about this kind of thing, the faster you will die.
The person who can spend a thousand dollars to do such a trivial thing obviously does not lack money, or even lacks power. Most likely, it is to reduce others' suspicion.
He is just a low-level gangster who doesn't want to get involved in the fights of the big shots.
Left behind, Steve Rogers was planning to find a place to stay, but unexpectedly, a piece of news suddenly appeared on the glass wall.
"Captain Steve Rogers will visit Brooklyn tomorrow to review the community where he once lived..."
Rogers' footsteps suddenly stopped, an idea appeared out of thin air, and then Unable to restrain himself, he walked into the apartment and asked if there was any room available for rent.
No matter where the other Steve Rogers is going to visit tomorrow, he will definitely come here, unless that guy doesn't even know where his home is.
Rogers planned to get in touch with the other party personally. No matter why he became like this, a Captain America who suddenly appeared and was accepted by the entire country of America could not be a simple fake who knew nothing.
Asking for first order, monthly ticket~
(End of this chapter)