The woman on the sofa lay completely still, showing no reaction at all.
Deadpool noticed something was off. He casually grabbed the red wine from the cabinet beside him; there wasn't much left, only half a glass, but Constantine shook his head and snatched it away.
"No, Constantine, listen to me," Deadpool said, displeased. He just wanted a drink.
Constantine was very understanding. He drained the red wine in the bottle in one gulp and said in a deep voice, "Wade, this matter... we'll leave it to Cap."
Fuck! Constantine!
Seeing the wine in the bottle drunk down to the last drop, Deadpool angrily raised his hand and flipped him off.
Tony stared at the two of them speechlessly, grumbling inwardly, Are you kidding me? Read the room, will you? The atmosphere!
"Peggy, I know you're awake. Help me."
Completely ignoring their "performance," Steve called to her tenderly. After a long while, Peggy finally opened her eyes and slowly sat up from the sofa.
"Steve, I really can't fool you!"
Her red lips were extremely beautiful. When they curved upward, they were utterly enchanting. "I heard part of what you said. Although there are still some things I don't quite understand, if it's just a simple matter of finding someone, I think I can provide a little personal help."
As the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Peggy Carter still had some authority. She asked, "Go on. Who are you trying to find?"
"Potts Pepper, CEO of Stark Industries, and also my... lover!"
Tony took out a small projection device and projected Pepper's image into the air, speaking with great seriousness.
He watched Peggy Carter's face, and the instant he said the name, he noticed her expression shift slightly.
There was hope!
"Ms. Carter, if you know where Pepper is, please tell me