In 1940, Mary rescued a skinny boy in an alley on the Lower East Side of Brooklyn.
His name is Steve Rogers. He is in poor health, but he has a pair of eyes that are too bright.
At first she thought it was just an ordinary encounter.
Until his plane crashed in the ice of Greenland, and she waited alone in Brooklyn for seventy years.
Author: It's just mindless self-entertainment, producing food for oneself. I originally wanted to write an Iron Man fanfic first, but ended up finishing this one first. If you don't like it, leave and don't scold me. Free, short story, just for love.
Concept: In addition to love, there are many other things in life