"You've got good taste!"
"Mmph."
With both hands gripping Steve's shoulders, Peggy Carter gently rose onto her tiptoes.
Her eyes drifted half shut, her breath sweet as orchids, her cheeks flushed red. Seventy years later, this "kiss" had finally arrived.
But.
Steve took a step back, pushed her shoulders away, and softly apologized.
Then his right hand flicked through the air, and Peggy's body went limp, collapsing into his arms.
The clothes on him finally stopped changing. The classic blue combat suit reappeared, the shield was strapped to his left hand, and a small flame flickered faintly in the palm of his right.
His suppressed memories were fully unlocked.
Bang bang bang!!!
Abrupt gunshots rang out outside the door, and Tony, Constantine, Deadpool, and Peter, all wearing dresses, charged in through the bar entrance.
Steve clenched his right palm and casually threw a punch.
Whoosh—
A large group of police officers had just chased them in through the door when scorching flames slammed into all of them.
Bang bang bang bang.
Their bodies were flung high like rubber balls, crashing one after another into the officers outside the door. They collapsed in a heap, staring inside in terror.
"What happened?"
"Fire?!"
"I don't know either!"
"..."
Steve naturally did not kill them. He looked at the four of them in their exaggerated women's outfits, raised an eyebrow, and said solemnly.
"You've got good taste!"
Tony: "..."
Peter: "..."
Deadpool: "..."
Constantine: "..."
"Trash!"
Wesker walked over from the alley, his face cold as he watched the officers' movements. He placed one hand on the face of a standing officer, and the officer shuddered all over. A black light surfaced across his body, and he rapidly transformed into Wesker's likeness.
Then the two Weskers struck together, turning all the surrounding officers