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Amidst the low murmurs, Nick Fury noticed the expressions on Mike and his son's faces and asked, "Interested?"
Mike hesitated for a moment before nodding.
He was almost certain—the object inside was a Kryptonian spaceship.
He nodded to Clark and said, "Get some rest tonight. I'll go with you tomorrow."
Clark paused, then exhaled deeply, instantly feeling a sense of reassurance.
Nick Fury glanced at the two of them, shrugged, and said, "If you find anything, let me know."
"We'll see."
Mike replied calmly, leaving Fury speechless.
"What about him?"
Clark changed the subject, looking at the "popsicle" lying on the bed.
Nick Fury replied, "I've already arranged for the necessary medical equipment. I'll be taking him with me shortly."
Glancing at Captain America, he added, "We need to ensure his safety. After all, he is Captain America."
Mike and Clark nodded.
Just then, Mike's phone rang. He looked at Fury and said, "That should be Peggy. I'll go meet her."
"Peggy Carter? She's coming here?"
Nick Fury's expression turned a bit strange—he clearly wasn't thrilled about seeing her.
"Yeah."
Fury nodded and said, "She's waited for Cap all these years. She deserves to see him."
Hearing that, Mike gave Fury a surprised look.
Fury's face darkened. "What's with that look?"
"I just suddenly think you might have a heart after all."
Mike teased as he walked downstairs.
Nick Fury looked at Clark, pointed at his own face, and said, "Do I really seem that heartless?"
Clark studied him seriously, then shook his head. As a smile crept across Fury's face, Clark added lightly, with a glint of mischief in his eyes, "My dad's always right."
Nick Fury: "…"
When Mike opened a portal and saw Peggy Carter, his eyes lit up. "Peggy, you look stunning today."
Peggy Carter was dressed in a red trench coat and matching wool hat, her makeup flawlessly applied. She looked much younger than usual—except…
Mike noticed her slightly worn shoes, and a flicker of confusion passed through his eyes.
"These were a gift from Steve," Peggy explained, glancing behind Mike. "I planned to wear them for our dance. They've aged over the years."
Mike extended a hand toward her and said, "Come with me, Miss Carter—my lovely lady."
Peggy chuckled and took his arm. The two of them walked upstairs together.
"Peggy, he's in a special state. You need to be mentally prepared."
Peggy, both excited and emotional, replied, "All these years, I've imagined our reunion a thousand times in my mind. I've been prepared for this moment for a long time."
But despite her words, when she finally saw Steve in his frozen state, she instinctively raised a trembling hand to cover her mouth. Decades of suppressed emotions surged forth, as if they had taken physical form.
Nick Fury quickly stepped aside, leaving with Clark.
Mike whispered, "Peggy, he's alive. Don't worry."
Peggy stood there in a daze, nodding mechanically.
Mike quietly closed the door and, hearing the soft sounds of sobbing inside, turned to the two men outside and smiled.
The three waited downstairs for only a couple of minutes before Peggy Carter came back down.
Her eyes were still red, but her emotions were under control.
Mike looked at her in surprise. "I thought you'd need more time."
Peggy calmly replied, "I was a top agent once. Don't underestimate me, Mike."
Mike smiled and said, "Once Fury gets him thawed out, your true reunion can begin."
"He still looks so young—just like he did decades ago. Exactly as I remember him."
Peggy murmured, forcing a bitter smile as she pointed to herself. "But look at me. I'm just an old woman now. Standing next to him… I must look like his grandmother."
"Does someone like me still have the right to dance that last dance with him?"
The atmosphere turned heavy. Nick Fury and Clark exchanged a glance and let out a soft sigh.
Time… what a terrifying thing.
Just then, Mike stepped toward Peggy Carter and gently embraced his old friend, patting her back reassuringly as he said firmly, "Peggy, there's no one else in this world more worthy than you to stand by his side and share that dance."
Peggy's tense body softened. Those heartfelt words from an old friend warmed her to her core.
At that moment, Mike lowered his voice and whispered, "Don't worry. I have a way."
Peggy's eyes widened in shock, filled with disbelief.
Mike gave a small nod and calmly said, "If, when he wakes up and sees the way you are now, his feelings for you are still as strong—then I'll help you. But if he lets down all these decades of your waiting…"
A chilling aura crept into his voice.
Peggy lightly smacked Mike on the arm and chuckled, saying, "He won't."
Captain America may have been frozen for decades—and while that might sound tragic, for him, it was just a long nap. Compared to Peggy's decades of waiting, it was nothing.
With Mike's promise, Peggy seemed visibly relieved. She turned to Nick Fury and said, "Come on, Little Nick, let's go."
"Please call me Fury, Miss Carter."
"Of course, Little Fury who loves gummy bears."
Nick Fury's face twitched slightly. "I don't know what you're talking about."
And that… was exactly why he'd been dreading Peggy Carter's arrival.
Back when he was just a young agent, Peggy had accidentally discovered this particular weakness of his—and from then on, he could never quite hold his head high in front of her.
Just then, Mike pulled out a small iron box from his dimensional pocket.
Fury's eye twitched. Despite the longing in his gaze, he forcefully turned his head and said stiffly, "Let's go. Clark, give me a hand—take Cap and his shield to the car."
Clark went upstairs, stifling a laugh.
Just as Fury turned to leave, Mike casually said, "I made them just for you—chocolate with a vanilla cream filling."
Fury's expression twisted with conflict. After a moment, he walked over with his head down, snatched the tin from Mike, tucked it under his arm tightly, and muttered coldly, "What kind of junk is this? I'll throw it out later!"
Then, like a gust of wind, he rushed out of Mike's house. Once in the car, he cracked open the tin, staring at the adorable cookies inside, his single eye brimming with joy.
(End of Chapter)