Captain America remained highly wary of Melinda, who stood before him clad in knightly armor. Judging by what he had seen just now, this person was remarkably skilled. "Is he a friend?"
"At least not an enemy. He just helped us deal with those annoying fighter jets." Peggy Carter was certain that the person before them was not with Hydra, but that alone was not enough to classify him as a friend.
Creak, creak. Melinda slowly tilted her head, the armor grinding together with a teeth-grating sound. She looked downright eerie. You two seem to have already decided I'm a man while you were talking! Come on, is my gender really that hard to tell? There's some shape there, okay? Even if I'm wearing armor right now... Right, the armor is flat, not me! Melinda fiercely slapped her slightly loose breastplate. Could you look more carefully?!
Peggy Carter and Captain America looked at each other, utterly confused about how they had offended the person in front of them.
Melinda sighed. To avoid any further misunderstandings, she intended to reveal her identity. But she discovered an utterly despairing fact. She had no idea what curse this armor had fallen under. No matter what she said, the voice projected from the helmet came out as, "Ar... thur..."
"Arthur? Is that your name?" As a British woman, Peggy Carter immediately grew sentimental. "The same name as the legendary King of Knights from my homeland. What a manly name!"
Melinda froze, then immediately shook her head firmly. Peggy Carter asked in confusion, "It isn't?"
That made sense. The way she had pronounced Arthur just now had been muddy and low, as though it concealed a deep resentment. Who would say their own name with that kind of emotion? And judging by the tone of