Long Island is located in the eastern part of New York State and has two boroughs. Queens and Brooklyn are both within the scope of New York City. Because of its special geographical conditions and superior location, it is known as the "Back Garden of New York".
Arkham Sanitarium is actually located in the Long Island area, where there are many wealthy people's villas, wine estates and fine beaches. It is the first choice for weekend vacations for wealthy people in New York and is a pretty good summer resort.
Of course, in winter, the large and small rivers and lakes here become a paradise for ice fishing enthusiasts. There are a wide variety of bass, trout and pike that are most easily shown off by fishing enthusiasts.
The intertwined scenery of lakes and mountains also avoids the sense of loneliness brought by the endless ice fields. The ink-colored mountains in the distance give people a sense of surprise that they occasionally encounter deserted life in the depths of winter.
The place Nick and his group chose to stay was a lakeside cabin on a small lake in western Long Island. Compared to the famous parks where crowds gather, this place is more remote and quieter.
At about three o'clock in the afternoon, when the daylight was still bright, they took an electric sleigh operated by locals to the hut. At sunset, they packed up the resting area on the shore, put up barriers to resist strong winds, and arranged folding
Stack chairs and build a campfire with rocks around it.
Most of these were made by Natasha and Ivan Vanko. The Russians really know how to carve out a nest for themselves in a snowfield that they can use to rest.
Although the shore here is not actually frozen, the heat stored in the large pebbles has caused the light snow that fell in the morning to melt into streams and disappear deep into the ground. What is left is wet and cold weeds and straw.
And some bent reeds.
Eric Magneto was wearing a thick long windbreaker, which looked out of place with the others wearing jackets. He used his gloved hands to push aside the grass stalks in front of his eyes, and walked to the slightly damp shore.
Went to the edge and found a wild duck's nest there.
"They probably went to look for food in the grass burrows." Charles sat in a wheelchair and took off his thick gloves that made his palms sweaty. Eric frowned very dissatisfied as he watched his actions.
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"This is the end of our solo adventure, Eric. We should go back and report this surprising discovery to them." Charles also dropped his wheelchair, regardless of whether Eric was following him or not.
He walked back and said, "Maybe we will be lucky enough to see wild ducks or wild geese returning to their nests."
"The wild geese have flown away long ago." Eric said very ignorantly: "Migratory birds are not loyal to their nests, and wild ducks just don't have that ability."
The two of them walked through the reeds with some difficulty and returned to the camp. At this time, Natasha was putting the aluminum pot she had brought on the fire, squatting next to the campfire, and trying to remove the lunch meat from the box with very rough movements.
Shoot it down.
"That German guy is back." Ivan, who was squatting at the other end of the campfire, said to Natasha in Russian: "It seems that he has not asked for the money owed to him by others, and his face is still so ugly."
"Don't say that." When Natasha spoke Russian, she was a little gentler. Those breath sounds and tongue flicks that sounded like "out out" enriched the intonation, making her tone sound less Russian-English than before.
So straightforward.
"I told you he was a staunch anti-NAZI fighter." Natasha squeezed the can of luncheon meat impatiently and said, "It may be hard for you to imagine, but he went to a concentration camp."
Ivan immediately grinned and stopped talking. He squatted on the ground, put his arms on his knees, and let his hands hang down naturally. Then he turned to look at the two people standing in the distance.
His eyesight was very good, so he could see that when Eric took off the long gloves on his hands, a series of numbers were revealed on the inside of his arms, which were branded on them, very typical numbers from concentration camps.
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"Okay, I admit that he is a real man." Ivan stood up, patted the dust on his hands and said, "I'm going to talk to him, it's better than talking to that Captain America."
As he said that, he walked over. Natasha simply took out a knife from her waist and pierced the bottom of the lunch meat can. The damned piece of meat that was stuck finally fell into the pot.
Soon, Schiller and Nick came back from looking for a suitable fishing spot. Nick wore a dark blue jacket with higher boots than anyone else. He kept explaining to Schiller, who only wore a windbreaker, how to keep warm.
importance, but Schiller apparently didn't listen to a word of it.
"I'm quite disgusted with any clothes with high collars, I think they will strangle me to death." Nick said, and flicked the collar of the jacket with his fingers and said: "But a jacket like this is fine, as long as it doesn't touch my
Just the neck.”
"Then you, and the Germans like you." Nick glanced at Schiller, and then at Magneto in the distance, and said: "You choose to look cool in a windbreaker in weather that is more than ten degrees below zero.
All I can say is great, you won and you made us all look like tumblers in the circus."
"That's just because we don't get cold."
"That's not what you said when you attacked the Soviet Union in the winter."
"I mean me and Eric... whatever you want."
The two of them walked to the bench next to the campfire and sat down together. Nick lit a cigarette, pursed his lips and held the cigarette. Then he took off his left boot and smashed it on the ground.
"Where is our captain?" He asked again: "We can't do it without him. When we were fishing on the banks of the Hudson Lake, he was the only one who could catch Howard and me with his quick eyesight and quick hands.
The powerful tail knocked us to the ground."
"He took his drawing board, paints and stool to the other end of the forest to find inspiration. There is no fishing tonight. Maybe he won't be able to come back until dark."
Natasha threw the chopped vegetables into the pot one after another, and then began to squeeze the tomatoes desperately. Schiller leaned his head over and asked: "Is this borscht? But why is there luncheon meat in it?"
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Natasha rolled her eyes and said, "Borscht means putting whatever is in it. Do you want me to carry a cow over here?"
"Don't describe it like that, madam, there will be delicious fish in your soup tomorrow." Nick raised his voice and said like a chant: "Only the biggest and best fish will have the honor to die by your hands."
"I just hope we can really eat fish tomorrow." Natasha shook her head and said, "But I don't count on you, never."
Schiller turned his head to the right and saw Ivan Vanko who was already chatting with Magneto and Professor X. This was actually quite shocking.
Everyone who can get in between this pair of enemies must be quite ignorant and unable to look at each other. Ivan happens to have both, but what is rare is that they actually have a good conversation.
"You know where the Yenisey River turns, right? I was born in the village of Oznachnoye, and later followed my father further east, trekking all the way to Siberia."
Ivan squatted on the bank of the reeds and continued: "Of course there is Lake Baikal, which is bottomless and is a really good place for ice fishing."
"It's cold out there." Eric said, but it didn't sound like a rebuttal, more like an exclamation.
"Yes, there is no place in my hometown that is not cold." Ivan did not shy away from it, saying, "We always have to wear thick cotton clothes and shoes, and we walk as clumsily as a penguin, but we have long been used to it."
"Everyone who underestimated the cold there paid a heavy price, especially Hitler." Ivan continued: "European lightning came here, got caught in the heavy winter snow, and broke his leg."
Charles looked at Eric with some worry, but could not see any expression on his face. The atmosphere became silent, but it was not awkward. After a few minutes, Eric said: "He has done the most important thing in his life."
Most of his decisions are wrong, and anyone who thinks he is a genius is a real fool."
"Is that why you say that because you're a Jew?"
"Because I'm German."
"This is strange." Ivan lowered his head and lit his cigarette, and said in a vague tone: "I thought every defeated country would only hate them for not succeeding."
"Most of them do."
What surprised both Charles and Ivan was that Eric did not deny this. His attitude was too bland and even confusing.
After a while, a gust of hot wind in the cold air blew over from the camp. Natasha had already left. It was Schiller who was looking at the food in the pot, staring at the luncheon meat that came out from time to time in the red tomato soup.
"It looks like the meal is almost ready. We should go there." Charles turned the wheelchair again and said, "Don't make everyone wait for us. That's rude."
So Eric walked back behind him, and Ivan and Eric, who finally stood up, grinned side by side, showing the teeth that were not neat, and said: "He still treats you as a child."
Where’s the baby?”
Eric didn't say anything, and he didn't show any signs of getting angry. He seemed so gentle that it was unlike him. Ivan quickly said the second half of the sentence: "If a person can meet a person who will truly be happy in the rest of his life,
Those who replace their parents are the ones who don’t know how lucky they are.”
Eric's brows suddenly dispersed like the clouds behind him before the setting sun, and his straight back looked more like a tall green pine than the shadow of the tree against the light, cold and resolute.
They quickly sat down on the fishing bench by the campfire, and sooner or later, Natasha and Steve came back together. The drawing board Steve was carrying was covered with dew turned from frost, and his eyebrows
The same goes for above.
Steve casually placed the drawing board at the entrance of the windshield, walked over and sat on the folding stool. Nick put out the second cigarette in his hand, and Schiller took out the dishes and chopsticks from his travel bag and gave them
Distribute tableware to everyone.
Metal lunch boxes are essential tableware for camping, and no one at the venue had any objections to this retro-looking iron lunch box. Only Schiller said when handing the lunch box to Nick: "If Peter comes,
If we come here, he will definitely yell for a long time and ask if we got this from the museum."
"I'd tell him yes," Steve said with a smile as he served everyone soup. "I'd say this used to be on display around the country with my shield."
Nick laughed, as if he was choked. He looked down at the lunch box without soup and said, "Is this really old enough for children to associate it with antiques or something like that?"
"It's not new at all," Ivan said, "but Russia isn't new either."
"There is nothing new here, right?" Schiller said with a smile: "There are no young people or things, and there is no desire to follow the trend."
"You can just say that it was a good idea not to bring Tony Stark." Nick snorted and said, "He will use a two-thousand-word tirade to judge our tableware as useless."
"Then I will engrave the words 'Made by Stark Industries' on the bottom of the lunch box." Schiller used a fork to press the cabbage leaves that flew out into the bowl and said: "After he finishes his thesis
Then, I showed it to him."
"I can already picture his expression when he was choked." Steve was overjoyed.
"But from what I know about him." Natasha turned the rectangular lunch box in her hands, made a hiss, looked up at Steve and said, "He will say this is what he is going to give away."
Your birthday gift, to show his trendy sexual orientation, he would rather die than break off the relationship with us old guys."