"Yes, Director. That's the whole story."
Natasha, the Black Widow, stood in the command room of the mothership and told Fury and Hill the whole story. They looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
"You mean there's a guy as strong as Saber with him?"
Hill was surprised. "Clark Kent? Why haven't I heard of him? "
"He's the 'ghost' from Kansas, Hill."
Natasha looked tired. "You haven't seen him fight at all. Steve's high-explosive bullets hit him like hitting steel. God, you can't imagine the sparks. He's more like a monster than Saber. At least Saber can bleed. And he's not a mutant at all. The mutant detector I brought with me showed no fluctuations in his body."
"Then what is he?"
Fury's breathing became a little heavier. "An alien? Or some weird entity in some myths? "
"I don't know."
Natasha took a deep breath and looked at Fury. "Isn't the most important thing now to save Captain?"
"Fufu …"
Fury leaned back in his chair and blew out smoke from his mouth.
"Saber is a very dangerous man. He's violent, rude, vicious, and vengeful. But there's one thing we're not as good as him. He treats real heroes well. Natasha, whether it's Batman, the Flash, or even Constantine, who he hates so much, he chose to let them go. He's a very complicated man, but I'm sure Captain's life is not in danger with him."
"And I've asked Tony to contact Saber. It won't be long."
On the other side, in a five-star hotel in Kansas City, Mrs. Kent, who had just woken up, went to bed early because of exhaustion and the sadness of losing her idol. The four men sat together and drank.
Yes, you didn't see wrong. Captain America Steve Rogers, who volunteered to be a captive, was not tied up. Instead, he was treated to good food and wine. Fury's eyes were sharp. Seiber didn't have a good impression of anyone in SHIELD, but he couldn't bring himself to hate this captain.
On the one hand, he had just woken up not long ago, and SHIELD had nothing to do with him. On the other hand, even in Saber's eyes, Steve Rogers was a model hero.
This was not a compliment. In fact, whether in terms of willpower or action, Steve deserved to be called a hero.
"Back then, they blocked me in an alley in Brooklyn. They said to me, 'Hey, little man, don't even think about running away. Today, we're going to beat you up!'"
Steve held a glass of wine and told Clark and Parker an old story from more than 70 years ago. His eyes were a little sleepy. He drank a glass of wine. Parker was still a little weak, but his eyes were still wide open and he asked anxiously, "What's the matter?
"Did they beat you up?"
Clark also cast a curious look. This guy had never been beaten by his peers when he was a child. In fact, he didn't beat others because his parents taught him well. As a monster who had the strength of an adult at the age of three, Clark was able to develop the character he had today because of his parents' education.
Captain America finished his drink and said leisurely,
"They punched me, right here."
Steve touched his cheek. "It hurt, it really hurt to be punched, but I didn't fall down. I stood up, I clenched my fists, and I shouted at them," Come on, hit me, I can spend a day with you! "
Saber took a drag on his cigarette and leisurely drank a mouthful of wine. He looked at Steve.
"Aren't you afraid that they'll beat you up again?"
"Afraid, how can I not be afraid?"
Steve smiled and poured himself another glass of wine.
"Many people bully the weak as the source of joy, even more so in our era. But I know that if I lay down, I would be beaten down by them, and I wouldn't dare to stand up again. They would know that they could bully me, and they would bully me again next time. But if I stood up, I didn't give in, I confronted them, and they would know that I'm not to be trifled with."
Captain America didn't say anything else. The second half of the sentence was added by Saber.
"This way, the next time they see you, they will be conflicted, they will hesitate, and they will look for someone who is easier to bully. Anyway, there are a lot of softies and cowards in this world. Come, let's drink for that one time!"
The four men raised their glasses and drank. Steve pursed his lips and looked at Saber.
"I thought we were enemies."
"No, no, no, I never fight against heroes."
Saber leisurely poured him a glass of wine.
"It's troublesome to fight against heroes. You can beat their bodies, but you can never beat their spirits … Just like the confrontation between you and those hooligans, did they win? Did you lose? Look at you now, Steve. You are Captain America, the symbol of this country, the idol of all soldiers and children. What about those hooligans? Who still remembers them? "
The two men toasted each other and leisurely recalled their past stories. Facing the hero he had admired since he was a child, Little Spider finally asked the question that had been in his heart for a long time.
"Captain, can you tell me what made you become a hero?"
This sentence made Clark, who was drinking quietly, stop and look up at Captain America opposite him. Although he was an alien, he grew up in the United States. His grandfather was a fanatical Captain America fan. It was impossible for him not to know what the person sitting in front of him represented.
"Become a hero?"
Steve raised his glass with a smile and asked, "Do you need a reason to become a hero? Parker, I know what you did in New York. In my opinion, you are already a hero. You protect the weak, you fight crime, and you let justice be served. In times of peace, isn't this a heroic act? "
"But this is not enough … Captain."
Little Spider was wearing pajamas. His face was pale. The aftereffects of being possessed by Venom were still there, but after his mind cleared, he was extremely regretful. He rubbed his head and said:
"That's not enough … Facing the temptation of Venom, I finally couldn't help but use a more direct way to solve the problem. I broke so many people's legs, I killed so many people … I don't know what I'm doing, whether it's justice or a personal judgment, whether it's justice that's driving me, or the selfish desire that's driving me … I don't know, I need a reason to continue, or to be an ordinary person with peace of mind."
He raised his head and looked at Captain America pleadingly.
"I've already implicated Gwen. I can't implicate more people, but I don't know how to strengthen my will. When I see that suit now, I don't know how to face it. The original Spiderman has been tainted by me … I let innocent people lose their lives."
"Well, shouldn't you ask the leader of The Devil Gang?"
Steve turned to look at Saber. "This gentleman's will is so strong, I'm afraid there aren't many people in the world like him, right?"
"Don't be like this, Steve … I'm not like him."
Saber waved his hand indifferently. "He can't use my method. He's a little fool, just like the little fool in Central City. He always thinks that he can change the world by himself, but in fact, no one can change it. In my opinion, the justice of others has nothing to do with me. Only by pursuing self-righteousness can I not lose myself. Most importantly … I won't try to do something that I can't do."
"There are good and evil in people's hearts. Compared to the dead, I'm more afraid of the living … I've seen too much darkness in people's hearts. I never expect the world to become better, as long as it doesn't become worse."
Saber's preaching was always so murderous, but Steve didn't refute it. He toyed with the wine glass in his hand, looked at Parker, and said seriously, "I was selected to be selected by the Super Soldier program.
"Back then, I was selected as a test subject for the Super Soldier program … I wasn't the only one. There were 30 people, and they gathered the best soldiers in the entire United States. There were Air Force, Navy, and Marines. I was the only one who wasn't even born in the infantry. I couldn't even run five kilometers. I was always the last in every training, but in the end, they chose me … Do you want to know why?"
"Why?"
Parker and Clark asked at the same time. Steve glanced at Clark and said in a low voice, "The night before, we were all tested.
"The night before the test, we were called together. Dr. Erskine, who was in charge of the test, asked us a question. He asked us, 'Are you here to better kill the Germans?'" Erskine asked.
Steve paused and looked at the two young men in front of him.
He asked, "If it were you, how would you answer?"
"Uh, if it were me, I would say, 'Yes!'"
Parker thought for a moment and replied, "Under those circumstances, all the soldiers probably stepped onto the battlefield for this reason."
Steve nodded noncommittally and looked at Clark.
"What's your answer?"
Clark Kent thought for a moment and said in a low voice, "No, I'm not … There's nothing to be proud of about killing people. That's not where the honor lies."
"Look, he's more suited to be a hero than you, Parker."
Steve pointed at Clark and said to Parker, "His answer is similar to mine. When everyone shouted yes, I was the only one who replied, 'No, I don't want to kill anyone. I don't want to be a bully. I won't kill people because of where they come from. I'll only punish them because of what they've done …'"
Steve drank a glass of wine and pointed at Parker.
"Your problem isn't your strength, nor is it why you embarked on this path, Parker. You don't have a standard, so the punishment carried out for the sake of justice can easily turn into abuse and violence.
"This is also why I agree with Batman and why I beat you up."
Saber added coldly, "If you were aiming to kill them from the beginning, then don't be soft-hearted when you kill them. If you're purely righteous, then you should at least learn to be merciful, because everyone deserves a second chance … although in my opinion, that's bullshit!"
"Who should be killed and who should be spared, that's what's really important … and no matter what, it should be the first priority."
Captain America leaned back in his chair and reached out to take the cigar from Saber. He looked at Parker.
"Also, if you only want to be a hero when you wear that uniform, then maybe you shouldn't have worn it in the first place."
Saber stood up and poured the last bit of wine into his mouth. He looked at Parker and Clark in front of him. He looked at the two young people.
"You shouldn't ask us about the meaning of being a hero. You should find it yourself … Especially you, Parker. Venom can invade your mind, which means that you're very weak in this aspect. More importantly, I hope you can learn a truth … Don't accept those gifts of unknown origin in the future. You were almost killed by that lunatic Deadpool!"
"Now, go to sleep. Tomorrow morning, come back to Gotham with me. Clark, it will take some time for your family's farm to be rebuilt. Take your mother with you on the trip. Gotham will welcome you."
After the young people went to sleep, Saber sat alone on the balcony, enjoying the cold wind of Kansas. The night was slightly cool, and he enjoyed the peace until a figure appeared.
"I say, do you have anything to say to me alone?"
Saber threw a cigar behind him, which was caught by the man behind him. Steve Rogers slowly walked out of the darkness. He leaned against the balcony, and the two men smoked silently. It wasn't until a few minutes later that the Captain spoke.
"I heard that The Devil Gang has a way to pull the dying people back to the real world?"
"Hmm?"
Saber narrowed his eyes. He didn't answer immediately. After a while, he nodded knowingly.
"Ms. Carter's situation is not good?"
The Captain didn't answer, but his heavy face said everything. Saber breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up at the sky.
"In fact, SHIELD also has such a drug. I heard that Fury and Natasha have been injecting a drug called" Infinite Formula "that can slow down the aging of the human body. With Ms. Carter's identity, there is no reason that she can't get this drug … Or, do you actually not trust them? Because of the Hydra inside them? "
"You're really observant, Saber … Although it's ironic, I do need your help."
The Captain looked at Saber with a serious face. "What do I have to pay?"
"A soul! A pure soul … "
Saber narrowed his eyes. He looked at Steve Rogers and said softly, "Do you know how much the soul of God's righteous is worth in hell? Are you willing to pay your most precious thing for your lover? "
"I … I'm willing!"
Steve gritted his teeth. "I've done enough for this country, and … and I still owe her a date. She's been waiting for 70 years … I don't want her to wait any longer."
"Very good … very good."
Saber flicked the ash from his cigarette. "Half of the soul, Captain, but not for me. For the sake of our good talk, I won't charge a fee this time, but you have to find a way to get Ms. Carter out from under SHIELD's nose … Of course, I want to make sure that you won't stand against me, right? I don't have the habit of supporting my enemies. "
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