Steve frowned slightly, "You know me?"
"Of... of course!"
"But you've changed, become so strong, no longer weak. I almost didn't recognize you. Do you still remember Ada Wong from Daming Lake? She... has been waiting for you for a long time."
Carter:???
Steve:???
"Who is Ada Wong?" x2
"Sure enough, you still won't forgive her, just like you won't forgive Claire."
"Who is Claire again?" x2
Deadpool gently shook his head, looking a little disappointed, "What about Ashley? The child in her belly is yours, you can't just disown it, can you?"
Carter turned to look at Steve.
"No, no, I don't know any of those people you're talking about."
Noticing Carter's gaze, Steve stammered.
"What about Bucky?"
"You know Bucky too?"
Steve froze.
If he could barely explain it away before by saying there was someone who looked a lot like him and was also named Steve, it made no sense now.
This You-Know-Who really seemed to know him.
Seeing this, Carter's eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of killing intent gathered within them.
"Cough cough, of course, how could I not know him? James Buchanan Barnes, our childhood best friend, Ashley's boyfriend."
Deadpool coughed twice, 'casually' dropping even more explosive news.
"Wait, wait."
After all, she was a woman, and her thoughts were more delicate. She keenly noticed the abnormality in Deadpool's words: "You just said Ashley's boyfriend is Steve's best friend Bucky, but the child in her belly is Steve's?"
"Oh!"
Deadpool's eyes widened, as if he had exposed some secret, and he quickly covered his mouth, then fake-coughed violently: "Cough cough cough."
Carter turned her head, her killing intent extremely thick in her eyes, and she said word by word: "Corporal Steve Rogers, I heard you've never danced with a girl?"
Steve felt his hair stand on end from her gaze. Just as he was about to explain, Deadpool quickly stopped coughing and spoke again: "How is that possible? A tragic background of orphaned parents, a pure and shy youthful demeanor, plus a frail physique that would inspire maternal love in women..."
"Which girl in a Brooklyn bar doesn't know our shy Dance King Stev— Mmm mmm mmm~"
"Carter, it's not like that, listen to me!"
Steve desperately covered Deadpool's loose mouth, smiling awkwardly at Carter.
Unbeknownst to him, this expression only deepened Carter's suspicion.
"No need to explain, a fierce life needs no explanation."
Carter curved her lips, gave him a brilliant smile, and then said: "You watch him, I'll go call a car to take him to the hospital."
Deadpool: ("▔□▔)
Holy crap!
He was so busy having fun, he didn't even notice, hey, hey, hey, I got shot, remember?
Only now did she think of calling a car. If it weren't for my immortality, I would have bled dry by now.
Steve shivered.
Carter's smile was clearly brilliant, yet it made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, a chilling cold as if he was about to freeze, just like he was about to become a seventy-year-old popsicle.
Grandma?
Grandma?
Mayday Mayday, I need long johns!
Watching Carter walk away, Steve gritted his teeth: "Buddy, talking nonsense is not a good habit."
"You really don't remember?"
Deadpool ripped off his mask, revealing a severely burned face, and grabbed Steve's collar, exclaiming, "I'm Wade, Steve! Your childhood sweetheart! I became this monstrosity to save you."
"There's an old saying in distant China, 'When a man is about to die, his words are good.' I'm about to die, why would I lie to you?"
Seeing Deadpool's appearance beneath the mask, Steve instinctively recoiled from Deadpool, but seeing Deadpool's seemingly genuine expression, Steve's brow furrowed deeply.
Did I really lose my memory?
Was I really a scumbag who used to frequent bars and mess around with my brother's women?
Why didn't Bucky tell me?
Was it because I lost my memory and he was afraid of upsetting me?
But if this is fake, then this person's acting is too good.
Even an Oscar statuette wouldn't be enough for him.
Steve's brain was overloading.
"Hoo, hoo hoo."
As if seeing white smoke rising from Steve's head, Deadpool kindly blew a couple of breaths to help cool down his CPU.
My acting is really too good now. An Oscar statuette isn't enough for me. I'll go set up a Deadpool Award later and knock the Oscars down.
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I wonder if everyone experiences this: after watching a new movie or arriving in an unfamiliar place, there's always a strange sense of familiarity with the plot/scenery, as if they've seen/been there before.
This feeling of déjà vu, the more you think about it, the stronger the sense of familiarity becomes.
Steve was in this situation now.
He didn't know if the super soldier serum had strengthened his brain and he hadn't adapted yet, or what, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that what Deadpool said seemed to have really happened.
But he couldn't remember the specific details, couldn't remember the faces of those women... "Forget it!"
Steve suddenly shook his head, shaking off the cluttered thoughts, and looked at Deadpool seriously, his eyes full of sincerity: "Listen, buddy."
"I really can't remember what you're talking about. If I hurt you in the past, then I apologize to you now. But now I've changed, I like Carter. I beg you, even if it's a lie, help me explain."
Deadpool tilted his head slightly, a bigger question mark on his big head: "No, brother, you actually believe it?"
Is the Deadpool Award going to come true?
Steve instantly broke down, pointing at Deadpool's nose and cursing.
Unfortunately, Steve, like Wade in his previous life, was a 'four-good' youth.
In his dictionary, swear words were severely lacking, just a few phrases repeated over and over, not very hurtful, and not very insulting, making Deadpool yawn.
Deadpool pushed down Steve's pointing finger: "Save it, buddy, honestly, my great-aunt's double chin curses better than your mouth."
Steve:...Deadpool's casual remark instantly obliterated all of Steve's previous words, leaving not even a trace.
The sound of brakes came, and the two turned to look. Two people got out of the car, one of whom was Carter, who had returned.
Steve quickly stood up, pointing at Deadpool and exclaiming, "Fake! Everything he just said is fake, it's all lies, Carter, this is just a liar full of nonsense!"
Deadpool pulled up his hood, also quickly stood up, clasped his Ten Fingers in front of his abdomen, and bowed deeply to the two: "I'm sorry, I lied, I'm very sorry."
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"Heh."
Carter glanced at Steve indifferently, then looked at Deadpool suspiciously, feeling as if she had forgotten something.
"Um, didn't you say someone was injured and needed to be rushed to the hospital? Who is the injured person, please?"
The driver, who had come to help and was following behind Carter, asked confusedly.
Upon hearing this, Carter suddenly looked at Deadpool:???
That's right, weren't you shot?
Upon hearing this, Steve suddenly looked at Deadpool:???
That's right, weren't you shot?
Upon hearing this, Deadpool suddenly looked at his chest:???
That's right, wasn't I shot?
"It's over now."
Deadpool looked up, his voice barely concealing his panic: "I messed up the act, the Deadpool Award is out of the picture, I'll have to go fight for that damn Oscar again!"
Carter drew her gun in a second, loaded a bullet.
Bang!