It’s numbness.”

"I have heard too much such news. On a certain day of a certain year, a certain person who I met on a certain battlefield died."

"They may have been lying in the same trench with me, they may have exchanged bullets with me, covered each other and lit cigarettes, they may have even cut off my back and saved my life, but when they died, they left nothing behind.

"

Steve took a deep breath, raised his head and looked at the display cabinet above, and said:

"Maybe you are right. That era has passed and will never come back."

"My existence is evidence that they lived and contributed to the peace of the world. Perhaps, this is the world's last mercy for a veteran..."

Stark closed his eyes and felt that the edges of his eyelashes were wet.

No matter how unbearable the weight of death and separation is in life, the man in front of me has also endured it, and he has endured it thousands of times.

Stark's sigh slowly dissipated in the dream space. In the middle of the museum corridor filled with display cabinets, the faint black shadow under the lamp cut the corridor into two halves. Steve stood at one end, and Si stood at the other end.

Tucker.
Chapter completed!