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Chapitre 146: Stork Club

On July 4, 2012, it was still America's Independence Day. But today also happened to be Captain America's birthday.

For Steve Rogers, ever since his parents passed away, only Bucky remembered his birthday during the first half of his life.

Later, he met people like Peggy and Howard, but they were in the middle of a war, and no one had time to think about things like birthdays.

Ever since waking up from his long sleep, on each birthday, Captain America would go to a quiet place alone, wandering and reminiscing about his past life, the people and the events.

This year, he planned to spend his birthday at the base, looking up at the night sky. But Stark mentioned he was upgrading the base, while Blake and Natasha said they were going out for a walk.

Dr. Banner was hiding in the lab working on who-knows-what, and Thor had gone to find Jane.

For a moment, the Captain, who was used to keeping himself busy every day, suddenly didn't know what to do after the base closed.

It seemed that ever since he visited Peggy, he had become even more sentimental than before, finding it harder to enjoy being alone.

Especially today, on his birthday, the Captain didn't want to spend it alone in the empty Stark Tower.

So, dressed in casual clothes, he went outside. Walking aimlessly, he unexpectedly found himself back at his museum in New York City.

Looking at the photos on the walls and the all-too-familiar displays about himself, it all felt as if it had happened not long ago, yet was so far away.

Especially the photo of him and Bucky standing together—if he hadn't crashed that time, Bucky would surely have taken him out for a drink to celebrate.

With a faint, self-mocking smile, the Captain was just about to turn and leave.

"I'm guessing you might be the first person in the world to visit your own museum!" 

A voice full of amusement sounded behind him.

The Captain spun around, only to see a man he didn't recognize—a strong-looking Black man with a friendly smile on his face.

"How did you recognize me?" 

The Captain, feeling a bit too tense, gave a self-deprecating smile and asked.

"The glass covering the photo reflects! It's not very clear, but I'm a huge fan!" 

The man pointed to the glass over the photo of the Captain and Bucky that he had been looking at.

"Hello, Captain, my name is Sam, Sam Wilson. I used to be in the 58th Airborne Rescue Division. Now, I work at the Veterans Affairs office. By the way, I came to New York today specifically to visit your museum, even though I've been here many times!"

Sam Wilson extended his hand with a smile.

"Steve Rogers!" 

The Captain politely introduced himself as well.

"You're the only person here who doesn't need to introduce themselves. So, how's it been adjusting to the world since you thawed out?"

Sam Wilson gave the Captain a natural, friendly vibe, possibly because they were both former soldiers. The two naturally strolled through the museum together, chatting as they went.

"It's not bad. The food is way better than before, and the clothes are much nicer. Plus, the internet is amazing. I spend hours on it every day, trying to keep up with the times!"

Sam Wilson shared interesting stories from recent years, including military, music, and some quirky news items.

Meanwhile, the Captain played tour guide, telling Sam about his past as they looked at different displays in the museum.

"Great meeting you, Captain. It's a shame I have to head back to Washington early tomorrow, or I'd definitely have a drink with you. After all, it's Saturday! By the way, if you ever come to Washington, make sure to contact me. Your experience could really help veterans trying to reintegrate into society!"

"Definitely!"

The Captain and Sam Wilson got along well and exchanged contact information.

After they parted ways, a feeling of loneliness washed over the Captain.

It was something Sam had said: "After all, it's Saturday."

That date with Peggy was also supposed to be on a Saturday. 

The Captain remembered vividly apologizing to Peggy over the radio, saying their dance would have to be postponed. 

She replied, 'It's fine. Next Saturday at the Stork Club.'

If he had survived and gone to that club, he wondered how his life might look now. Would he still be alive? Would his name be up on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s founder wall?

As he was lost in thought, someone suddenly called out to him.

"Sir, sir, I'm having the worst day! I promised my girlfriend we'd go dancing at a club, but I suddenly have to leave New York. I can't reach her on the phone. Could you please let her know? If you don't, she'll leave me for sure. Please, sir!"

"A club? Dancing? Saturday! Goodness, what kind of luck am I having today?"

The Captain mumbled, then looked at the young man, who seemed to be about twenty.

"Sorry, but your excuse is pretty weak. I know there are lots of scammers out there, but your story really doesn't hold up. There's no such club—"

Before he could finish, the young man interrupted.

"Sir, I'm not lying. There really is such a club. It's at 177A Bleecker Street, the Stork Club. You have to believe me, sir!" 

The young man handed the Captain a business card for the club as he spoke.

The words "Stork Club" struck the Captain like lightning.

"Stork Club?"

The Captain examined the card, which had only an address and the club's name. Turning it over, he found a line written on the back:

"Stork Club: Find the time you thought you'd lost."

When he looked up again, the young man had vanished.

The Captain stood there on the street, stunned.

This… 

This sudden encounter made him realize something was definitely strange.

Taking out his phone, he searched the address. It showed that the location was an old antique furniture shop.

"I must be…"

His first thought was to throw the card away, but the words on it seemed to hold a strange power, drawing his eyes back to them.

"Alright! I'll just go check it out. If it's some kind of scam, well, maybe I'll end up doing a good deed on my birthday."

With that in mind, the Captain went straight to the location at the New York Sanctum.

The building looked just like the antique furniture store he'd seen online, with a vintage style.

He noticed lights on inside, but from outside, he couldn't see anything clearly.

The Captain steadied himself, reached out, and pushed open the door!

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Chapitre 147: Set Up

As the door swung open, a rush of noise immediately overwhelmed the Captain's senses.

An old-fashioned bar, wooden tables, and soldiers in World War II uniforms filled the room, each face brimming with joy. They held up glasses filled with different kinds of drinks, clinking them together as they sang along loudly, their off-key voices blending with the music.

The band on stage played a lively tune, "Star-Spangled Man," a song the Captain knew all too well. Back when he first became Captain America, he had danced to this song onstage countless times alongside a group of long-legged girls, raising funds for soldiers fighting on the front lines.

But it wasn't just the song that stirred a familiar feeling in him. It was the soldiers' attitudes, their uniforms, and everything around him—it all felt as if he had stepped back more than sixty years.

The entire club, spanning hundreds of square meters, seemed to shimmer in a dreamy glow under the dim lights. So much so that the Captain hadn't even noticed the dark blue-black swirling around the doorway as he entered, a frame that seemed not quite real. Once he stepped inside, the door behind him disappeared, replaced by an ordinary wooden door fitting the club's vintage aesthetic.

Yet, the Captain hadn't noticed any of this. Slightly puzzled, he made his way toward the bar. The bartender, polishing a glass, looked up and broke into a smile. "Hey! Look who's here, Captain Rogers, our hero! Congratulations on taking down Hydra's leader, Johann Schmidt! Hydra is completely finished—I bet the war won't last more than a few days now!"

Hearing this, the Captain felt even more confused, unable to make sense of his surroundings. Reflexively, he replied to the bartender, "I'm here looking for a girl. She came alone, and she's probably waiting for someone."

The bartender thought for a moment before pointing to a corner near the stage. "There's only one single girl here tonight. I was wondering how such a lovely lady could be here alone, and now I see she was waiting for you, Captain! I'm envious."

The Captain followed the bartender's finger and saw a short-haired figure in uniform, sitting alone in a dimly lit corner. He couldn't quite make out her face, but her silhouette, attire, and hairstyle matched the image of a woman who had lingered in his heart for so long.

"Peggy," he murmured, barely noticing the bartender behind him shouting excitedly about treating him to a drink.

In a corner on the opposite side of the stage, a group of familiar faces—Blake, Tony, Banner, and even Rhodey—sat huddled together, all dressed in WWII military uniforms.

"Damn, that bartender is really into his role. Where did you find him, Rhodey?" Tony whispered to Rhodey, lowering his voice.

Rhodey glanced at the bartender, who was still enthusiastically waving at the Captain's back. "That's our bartender from the Air Force club. Those pilots don't know how to tend a bar. Tony, that's what a bartender should look like when he sees a hero of the battlefield. I think he's doing a great job!"

As the two bickered quietly, Blake cut in. "Stop talking, the Captain's headed over. Cue the next song, clear the dance floor, and let Natasha know—it's time for the leading lady to make her entrance."

With that, Blake prepared for the next stage of their plan. Meanwhile, the Captain, full of anticipation, walked toward the girl in the corner. Though the distance was only a few meters, each step seemed to stretch on endlessly.

After much hesitation, he finally stood behind the young woman. Normally fearless, Captain America now felt as timid as a schoolboy who'd done something wrong and was too scared to face his teacher. He lingered, not daring to take that final step.

"Rhodey, get someone to give him a little nudge!" Tony, unable to bear it any longer, said to Rhodey.

Rhodey quickly gave a few instructions into his earpiece. At a nearby table, two young men stood up, one swaying unsteadily as though he'd had too much to drink, with the other following closely behind.

As they passed behind the Captain, the "drunk" one stumbled and bumped right into his back, throwing him off balance.

The Captain, entirely focused on the figure in front of him, hadn't noticed anyone approaching and was caught off guard, stumbling forward.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry! My friend's had a bit too much!" the other man said quickly.

The Captain looked at the swaying "drunk" with a forgiving wave. "No problem. Get your friend home safely."

The young man thanked him profusely, then moved to support his "drunken" friend. As they walked away, the one who had acted as the drunk punched the air in excitement. "I just bumped into Captain America! I'll be bragging about this to my cousin for life!"

The Captain, brushing off his uniform, stood up and suddenly met a pair of bright, captivating eyes.

"Peggy?" he called out in disbelief.

"Peggy? I didn't think Captain Rogers would use such lines to flirt. My name's Vanessa, but if Captain America wants, I can be Peggy too," the woman replied, her smile enchanting.

Only then did the Captain realize that this woman only bore a passing resemblance to Peggy. A wave of disappointment washed over him.

He'd actually thought he'd traveled back in time to that era... How foolish. Clearly, this was just some elaborate prank or something of the sort.

Not in the mood for games or confrontation, he turned to leave, wanting to find a quiet corner to be alone. Just as he prepared to leave, the lights in the club dimmed suddenly.

The band stopped playing, and the cheerful music and noisy chatter abruptly ceased, replaced by an almost eerie silence that lasted only a couple of seconds.

Then, the smooth notes of a saxophone filled the air, playing a slow, romantic tune. A spotlight appeared in the center of the club, where all the tables and chairs had mysteriously been cleared away.

Standing alone under the spotlight was a woman in a striking red evening gown, her bright dress contrasting with the dim surroundings. Her short, slightly wavy hair and her face—those familiar features and eyes—were unmistakable.

It was Peggy Carter.

"I've waited sixty-seven years for this dance. So what are you waiting for, my little soldier?"

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