At three o 'clock in the morning, the captain of Team USA was awakened by a hurried ringtone. When the first syllable of the ringtone came out abruptly, he opened his eyes with a swish. His eyes were extremely clear, completely unlike a person who had just fallen asleep.
He first looked around subconsciously vigilantly, and then remembered that this was the small apartment in Brooklyn arranged for him by S.H.E.L.D., not a battlefield where he could lose his life at any time.
In this new era of peace and tranquility, there was no war, no smoke, and there was no need to sleep with one eye open to prevent being killed by the enemy's surprise attack.
Realizing this, Steve's tense nerves finally relaxed a little. He turned his head to look at the phone that was ringing on the bedside table. When the caller ID came into view, he frowned subconsciously.
It was Tony.
It's so late, what can he do for me? Steve subconsciously put on a straight face and his expression became heavy. Could it be that another alien came to Earth to make trouble?
With this in mind, he pressed the answer button without delay. "Stark, what's the matter?"
Unexpectedly, Tony didn't seem to be looking for him for anything serious. His voice floated as if he had drunk too much, and he called vaguely, "... Old, old popsicle?"
Steve's frown deepened. Of course, this time it wasn't because of seriousness, but because he disagreed.
At three o 'clock in the morning, when he was sleeping soundly, he was woken up by an urgent phone call, but it was not because of a life-and-death emergency, but because of an unreasonable drunkard. Only the captain of Team USA could frown, but if it was someone with a slightly lower level of self-control, they would have already started swearing.
What was even more touching was that the captain of Team USA completely lived up to his reputation as a big-breasted sweetheart. Not only did he not hang up the phone directly, but out of concern for the younger generation, he also patiently asked, "Tony, what are you looking for me for?"
Tony stammered, "I-I'm looking for you. Oh, yes, I'm looking for you …"
His voice paused for a moment, as if he was thinking hard, and then he said, "Hey, Old Popsicle, I, I, burp, I want to take you to see the real nightlife in New York. If you stay in that small apartment like that, you're going to mold with your costume."
After hearing this, Steve finally couldn't take it anymore and rolled his eyes. "Thank you so much. But there's no need, I'm fine the way I am … "However, before he could finish speaking, he heard a burst of cool and intense rock music.
Team USA's captain looked in the direction of the sound with a dumbfounded expression, only to see a golden-red flamboyant Iron Man descend from the sky. Amidst the crashing sound of glass, he crashed through the window!
Then, before Big-breasted Sweetheart could react, Tony rushed up to her, grabbed her waist with one hand, and flew out of the window!
Tony whistled in his heart. His actions were decisive, his actions were straightforward, and his timing was perfect! It must be a hundred points!
However, the others weren't in such a good mood.
Steve, who was wearing a nightgown and was forced to fly at high speed in the cold wind, "…" He wanted to curse, but he didn't want to speak!
The S.H.E.L.D. (Hydra) agent who was left behind and the old man equipped with surveillance equipment: "… WTF, is Iron Man going to elope with Team USA's captain?!"
Tony's armor was very fast, so it didn't take long for him to fly to the entertainment club he frequented in Manhattan with Team USA's captain.
He landed on the balcony, and before he could open his mask, the club manager ran over excitedly while rubbing his hands. When he saw the captain being held in the crook of the Iron Man's arm, his eyes lit up involuntarily.
He stared at Steve closely, his small eyes shining like two little stars, his face flushed red, and he stuttered, "Are, are you the captain of Team USA?"
He looked like a ten-year-old girl who had seen her idol in her dreams.
For a middle-aged man to make such a bashful expression was really an eyesore. Looking at the greasy bald head and the beer belly that looked like he was seven months pregnant, the Iron Man almost threw up.
He walked out of the Iron Man armor and waved his hand like he was shooing away a fly. "Okay, Mike, I'm the captain of Team USA. We came here tonight to do something. When he leaves, I'll ask him to give you an autograph. "
He was sober and organized, and didn't look like a drunkard at all.
After making a "yes" gesture with his fist in celebration, Mike, a die-hard fan of Team America, finally picked up the professionalism that a club manager should have.
He bent down slightly, put one hand behind his back, and extended the other hand forward. His palm was facing up, and his five fingers were closed. Revealing eight big white teeth, he said with a bright smile, "Mr. Stark, your usual private room has been prepared for you. Please."
"No," Tony refused. "I want to play something different today, give me a room with better soundproofing and privacy."
Hearing this order, Mike was stunned for a moment. His eyes kept glancing between the Team USA captain in pajamas and Tony in a sloppy t-shirt and shorts, and then, as if he thought of an incredible possibility, he gasped.
Oh, God! The captain of Team USA and Iron Man … they actually have this kind of relationship!
Looking at him with his mouth wide open and his face dumbfounded, Tony frowned and asked discontentedly, "What's the problem?"
"Oh, no, nothing, nothing, nothing at all!" Mike replied immediately.
He didn't feel the slightest bit of excitement after learning such a shocking secret, and he was only afraid that he would be silenced in the next moment. He trembled with fear, and his face was ghastly pale. He couldn't even speak clearly.
Lowering his head and trying to hide the abnormality in his expression, Mike bent down even lower, and his voice was tense and respectful. "Please, please come with me."
Although Tony felt that something seemed wrong, he didn't think much about it and just followed the captain of Team USA.
Peeking at the awkward posture of the two people, Mike became more and more distressed. Our moral pacesetter, the public idol, the pure and holy Team USA captain, how can he be gay! And his partner is that playboy Iron Man!
Tony was keenly aware of Mike's strange gaze. He felt a cold wind blow past his back, and his hair stood on end as he asked, "Mike, what are you looking at?"
"No, nothing." Mike's face was calm, but his heart was roaring angrily. Of course I'm condemning you, the hateful guy who led our lovely and respectable captain of Team USA astray!
Tony: "…" I'm sure, this guy is really not normal today. Today's matter is very important, why don't we just go to another place?
Just as he was hesitating, they arrived at the private room.
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Just as Iron Man bravely broke into the apartment, kidnapped the captain of Team USA, and tragically carried the name of a gay man who led Team USA astray, Suzanne had already finished eating the cake that Harry specially made for her. She took a hot bath, laid comfortably in bed, and fell asleep.
Her entire face was buried in the soft blanket and her eyes were closed. She no longer had her usual cold and sharp appearance. Instead, she finally showed the tenderness and cuteness that a person of her age should have. That pair of curly eyelashes moved with the rise and fall of her breathing, just like a beautiful butterfly flapping its wings. It was so gentle and beautiful that it made one's heart flutter.
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