Chapter 225 Captain Owl After copying the stone slab, Bruce entered the meditation room, wanting to analyze it in a quiet environment. Only after making sure Bruce had left did Katum take out the doll again. "That's probably the case." He said to Diana on the other side of the doll, "It's only been three months on our side. Bruce didn't break his promise on purpose." Then he put the doll to his ear and heard the reply from the other side. The owl kept responding. "Well, since you choose to wait for a boy to grow up, this is inevitable." "Yes, yes, you still have to be angry if you need to be angry." "I won't tell Bruce. You can teach him a lesson however you want when the time comes."
"Don't worry, I'll help you keep an eye on him." …… The next day, Steve got up early. As a soldier, his daily routine was extremely regular and strict, but even though he got up so early, when he opened the door, Bruce was already standing there. "Good morning, Captain Rogers." Bruce smiled, "I was just about to knock on the door, but I didn't expect you to be up already." He lifted the brown paper bag in his hand and shook it, which contained Steve's breakfast. "I don't know what you like to eat." Bruce said as he walked into Steve's room, "So I prepared a sandwich and coffee for you. People of your generation would have eaten this as well." "Thank you, Bruce." Steve followed him in; he happened to be a little hungry. But now, Steve was more interested in the brown paper bag in Bruce's hand, and this interest even exceeded his hunger. “Is there a breakfast shop nearby?” he asked. “As far as I can see, all I can see is endless snow-capped mountains.” "No." Bruce put the paper bag on the table. "I bought it in New York, Queens. Do you know that place?" "Of course I know. I was born in Brooklyn, right next to Queens... Wait?" Steve suddenly realized something was wrong, "You said you bought this breakfast in New York?!" How can it be! "This place is tens of thousands of miles from New York, right?"
Steve was so shocked that he was incoherent, and his fingers kept pointing between himself and Bruce. "This is magic, isn't it amazing?" Bruce shook his head and said, "Captain, I don't know what you are surprised about. Didn't you go back to the United States yesterday?" "but I--" Steve wanted to say that he was speaking in a dream in a soul state, which was different from Bruce buying things directly. But he couldn't clearly explain what the difference was. After a moment, he finally came out of this state of confusion and shock, with only deep awe for magic in his heart. Crossing a distance of thousands of miles is as easy as breathing for magic. "Eat quickly, Captain." Bruce said, "I have to go to school later." "Do you still have to go to school?" Steve was confused. "I'm only thirteen, which is the right age for school." Bruce thought for a moment and said, "Come to think of it, I have a friend who is a big fan of yours." "It was an honor." Steve was still a little numb. He had been through so many shocks since waking up. He picked up the sandwich, put it in his mouth, took a bite, and chewed mechanically. Just then, Bruce told Steve another good news. "Ms. Peggy's matter will be resolved soon." He said, "So now you have to consider how to explain to others that Ms. Peggy has returned to her youth." This is a serious question. If she can't come up with a convincing explanation, Peggy will definitely be treated as a monster unless she changes her identity from now on. Of course, Steve couldn't give an answer to this question. He could only look blankly at Bruce, a boy half his age. Since Bruce can raise this question, maybe there is a solution. "Ugh!" Seeing Steve like this, Bruce couldn't help but hold his forehead. "You haven't thought about this at all?" "No." Steve, his mouth full of sandwich, shook his head and said, "This kind of brainpower was usually handled by Howard in the past." Now that Howard Stark is gone, he needs another Howard.
"alright." Bruce could only nod in agreement. Although it was not his original intention, it seems that no matter which world Bruce goes to, he cannot escape the fate of having an external brain. "The existence of the magical world is still kept secret and cannot be mentioned to the outside world." Bruce said, "But if Peggy's rejuvenation is the personal behavior of a superpower, there is no need to worry about these concerns." "Superpower?" Steve swallowed the food in his mouth, "Who is it?" Then he saw Bruce looking at him without saying a word. "I?!" He was extremely surprised, "But I don't have any super powers!" "You can have it," Bruce said. "I really didn't!" Steve protested again. He thought Bruce had some misunderstanding about him because of those propaganda and comics, so he explained it patiently. "Listen Bruce, I received the super soldier serum and have a physique different from that of ordinary people, but this does not mean that I have any supernatural abilities..." "You're the one who didn't understand, Captain Rogers." Bruce sat in front of Steve, looked him in the eye, and said, "It doesn't matter if you have the ability or not, as long as others think you have it." "what?" Steve was speechless. Suddenly, he understood what Bruce meant. According to traditional concepts, Steve died seventy years ago, and now that he has returned, he is a man who is responsible for miracles. In this case, it would not be so unacceptable if he created more miracles. "You mean... I'll be your spokesperson?" Steve asked tentatively. "Yes." Bruce nodded, and his expression began to gloom. Owls who were familiar with him generally knew that when Batboy showed this expression, it was time for him to start making up a story. "Captain Rogers, why do you think we have to hide our existence from the world?" "This……" Of course Steve didn't know the reason, but that didn't stop him from imagining it. Based on the novels he had read, he naturally thought of a possibility. "Are you keeping some kind of oath?"
"That's right!" Bruce nodded solemnly, "Captain, what I am going to tell you next is a very long story that can probably be traced back to ancient Egypt." For the following time, Steve remained confused as Bruce gave him a lesson on the history of magic. What wizards, what muggles, what magic schools, what the International Confederation of Wizards' Statute of Secrecy. Every word Bruce said was guaranteed to be well-founded and without any lies. Steve was born in the 1940s and had never tasted such fine bran. Unknowingly, he was completely immersed in this world full of fantastic ideas. "What happens after that?" Steve pressed, "Is the Dark Lord really dead? Why did Dumbledore say he would come back?" "You'll have to ask Dumbledore about this," Bruce said. "You pretty much understand the situation now. The wizarding world has to focus on dealing with Voldemort. If the outside world knew of our existence at this time, the result would be..." "I understand!" Steve suddenly understood, "Your attention will be dispersed, which will give the Dark Lord an opportunity to take advantage of you!" He finally understood Bruce's difficulties. What this thirteen-year-old little wizard has in his heart is actually his family, his country and the world! "Thank you for your understanding, Captain Rogers." "It should." Steve's expression was serious. He assured Bruce, "I will keep this secret for you. I won't let anyone know!" "That would be perfect." Bruce said, "Although we have concealed our existence, we still care about the Earth and humanity. If we can package magic into technology and benefit the majority of civilians, we are willing to do this!" "That's why you chose me as your spokesperson." Steve finally realized his mission. His waking up from the glacier was not a coincidence, but destiny. He is a bridge of communication and help between wizards and Muggles. For a moment, Steve was full of energy, and the feeling of wandering caused by missing out on seventy years of life disappeared without a trace. He immediately promised: "I will definitely play this role well!" "I believe you! Later, I will slowly tell you more knowledge that you need to know." Or the character. Bruce looked at Steve and thought, it was all thanks to Steve Rogers, a moral role model with a sense of responsibility that was higher than the sky. If it were someone else, he would never take on responsibilities that do not belong to him so easily. …… Two days later.
In a nursing home in Virginia, Peggy Carter, an octogenarian, is sleeping soundly in her bed. The night has begun to deepen. The nurse who was in charge of taking care of Peggy was about to leave after wiping her body. Just then, the nurse felt something passing by outside the window. The twenty-year-old girl suddenly shuddered all over, and fear unconsciously spread in her heart. What's that outside the window?! She turned around trembling and looked out the window. "Cuckoo-" Suddenly, a bird's cry came from outside the window. The nurse was relieved when he heard this. What? It turned out to be just an owl. The fear in her heart was dispelled and the nurse quietly left the room. When she closed the door, a black figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the room. He was tall and strong, wearing a black battle suit, a helmet, and carrying a round shield on his back. There are wing patterns on both sides of the helmet, and on the top of the head, there are tufts of feathers that look like owl ear feathers. And on the round shield, there is a painting of an owl flying with its wings spread. A brand new form of Steve Rogers appears. "Peggy, Peggy!" Steve sat on the edge of Peggy's bed, whispering his lover's name. This was the first time he came into contact with Peggy in reality after waking up. Steve had to admit that Peggy in real life was older than in his dreams. After calling out repeatedly, Peggy's eyelids moved a few times, and then she opened her eyes. The blurry figure in front of me gradually became clear. It was a man dressed in extremely suspicious clothes. Peggy's pupils contracted instantly, and she opened her mouth, almost screaming. "Shhhhhh!" Steve covered Peggy's mouth with one hand and lifted up his helmet with his other hand, revealing his handsome face. "It's me, Peggy!" Steve pointed at his face and said, "Steve! Can't you recognize it?" "No no no!" Peggy was still screaming, her eyes wide open, the best expression of fear.
She had recognized Steve, of course. So young, so handsome, so energetic. Just as he was when he died seventy years ago. That's it! Peggy suddenly understood. It seemed like the time had come. Even Steve came to pick her up in person. "No no no!" Peggy called out a few more times, trying to get Steve to take his hand away; she had something to say. But Steve didn't realize Peggy's emotion, and he kept emphasizing it to her. "Don't scream, it's me, Steve, you could recognize me before!" "No no no!" "Peggy, a lot has really happened. Calm down first and I'll tell you slowly!" "No no no!" Finally, no matter how slow Steve was, he finally realized something was wrong. Why did Peggy suddenly start rolling her eyes? ! "not good!" Steve suddenly took his hand away and hurriedly apologized to Peggy, "I'm sorry Peggy, I was too emotional." Not only was it emotional, but it was also because he hadn't really realized how old Paige had become. "Cough, cough, cough!" Peggy breathed in the fresh air, coughed violently a few times, and then took back the foot that had half stepped across the gate of heaven. During this process, Steve could only rub his hands and wait helplessly by the side. He has become really obedient and now doesn't even dare to touch Peggy. "Steve, is it really you?" Finally, after Peggy recovered, she called out Steve's name. That call was extremely indifferent, like an old man who had let go of everything and calmly called out the name of death. "It's me, Peggy!" Steve squatted at the head of Peggy's bed, looking into her eyes. "Are you here to pick me up?" Peggy asked with a smile. "Pick you up? You could say that, I..."
At this point, Steve's eyes suddenly widened, and he realized that Peggy had misunderstood. "No, no, no!" He explained quickly, "I'm not the ghost you think I am. I'm a human, a living person! Peggy, I'm back alive to see you!" After saying that, he was afraid that Peggy wouldn't believe him, so he slapped himself. A clearly visible red mark suddenly appeared on his face. "You're not dead..." When Peggy saw this scene, her originally calm mood suddenly showed signs of collapse. Steve is alive? And still so young? "you……" She struggled to stretch out her hand, wanting to grab the person she had been thinking about for seventy years. "I'm not dead, really, Peggy, I'm back to see you alive!" Steve grabbed Peggy's hand tightly. "My Captain America is back..." Peggy's emotions were so complicated that she couldn't express them in words. She had so much to say. However, at this time, Steve suddenly corrected: "Captain America? No, I'm not Captain America anymore, I'm- "Captain Owl!" (End of this chapter)