This is the anti-theft badge
He first subconsciously looked around vigilantly,
Then he remembered that this was a small apartment in Brooklyn arranged by S.H.E.L.D. for him, 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 no need to sleep with one eye open to prevent being killed by the enemy's surprise attack with guns and cannons.
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 subconsciously frowned.
It was Tony.
It was so late. What could he do for him? Steve subconsciously put on a straight face,
His expression also became heavy,
Could it be that some alien had come to Earth to cause trouble again?
With this thought in mind,
Without a second's delay, he pressed the answer button. "Stark, it's me.
What's Wrong? "
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 out vaguely, "... Old, Old Popsicle?"
Steve's frown deepened. Of course,
This time, it wasn't because of seriousness, but because he didn't agree.
At three o'clock in the morning, when he was sleeping soundly, he was woken up by a life-threatening phone call,
But it wasn't because of a life-and-death emergency,
But because a drunkard was making trouble for no reason,
This was the captain of Team USA. It was fine if he frowned, but if he was a little less cultured, he would have started swearing long ago.
What was even more touching was that the captain of Team USA was completely worthy of his reputation as a big-breasted sweetheart. Not only did he not hang up the phone directly, out of concern for the younger generation, he even patiently asked, "Tony, why are you looking for me?"
Tony was tongue-tied. "Looking, 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! He had to get 100 points!
However, the others weren't in such a good mood.
Wearing a nightgown, Steve, who 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 and the old man with surveillance equipment who were left behind: "… WTF, is Iron Man eloping 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 terrace, and before he could open his mask, the club manager ran over excitedly while rubbing his hands. When he saw the captain in the crook of 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 dream idol.
It was really an eyesore for a middle-aged man to make such a shy expression. Looking at the greasy bald head and the beer belly that looked like he was seven months pregnant, Iron Man almost threw up.
He walked out of the Iron Man armor and waved his hand as if 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. "
His mind was clear, and his mind was clear. How was there a trace of drunkard's appearance?
After making a "yes" gesture with his fist in celebration, Mike, Team America's die-hard fan, finally picked up the professionalism that a club manager should have.
He bent down slightly, with one hand behind his back and the other hand stretched out in front of him. His palm was facing up, and his five fingers were closed together. 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 sweeping between the Team USA captain in pajamas and Tony in a sloppy t-shirt and big pants, and then he seemed to think of an incredible possibility and 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 in dissatisfaction, "What's the problem?"
"Oh, oh, no, 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. He just dragged the captain of Team USA and followed.
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!
Keenly aware of Mike's strange gaze, Tony felt a cold wind blow past his back, and his hair stood on end. He asked, "… Mike, what are you looking at?"
"No, nothing." Mike looked calm on the surface, but he was roaring angrily in his heart. Of course, he was condemning you, the abominable guy who led our lovely and respectable Team USA captain astray!
Tony: "…" It's confirmed, this guy is really abnormal 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.
— —
Just as Iron Man bravely broke into the apartment, kidnapped the captain of Team USA, and tragically carried the name of being a gay who led Team USA astray, Suzanne had already finished eating the cake that Harry specially made for her, took a hot bath, laid comfortably in bed, and fell asleep.
Her whole face was buried in the soft quilt, and her eyes were closed. She didn't have her usual coldness and fierceness. Instead, she finally showed the tenderness and cuteness that her age should have. Her pair of curly eyelashes moved with her breathing, like a beautiful butterfly flapping its wings. It was so soft and beautiful that it moved people's hearts.
Then, Suzanne, who slept until noon, was awakened by Jessica's loli voice.
Selfless and admirable.
Just as Suzanne took a deep breath and was about to walk slowly along the road, she saw a Durange coming from the opposite side. After a very beautiful drift, the car stopped beside her.
The car window was lowered, revealing a young man in a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses.
He nodded to Suzanne. "Suzie, long time no see."
Suzanne opened the door of the passenger seat and sat in without hesitation. As she closed the door, she said, "Hank, to be exact, we haven't seen each other for half a year."
"Seat belt." Hank reminded her.
Suzanne couldn't stand it and said, "It's just a short distance …"
Seeing Hank staring at her with eyes full of disapproval, she finally compromised. She pulled the seat belt and muttered, "Hank, you're so old-fashioned. I suspect that it's the aftereffect of being a teacher for too long. To be honest, sometimes we should be more flexible. "
Hank agreed and said, "Yes, sometimes we need to be more flexible, but —" He shook his finger at Suzanne. "Not wearing a seat belt is not included. It's for safety reasons."
Suzanne rolled her eyes. "Hank, I just met a guy who's as old-fashioned as you. Oh, no, he's even more old-fashioned than you. I really don't understand why I always meet people like you. Of course, the good thing is that you're also handsome. "
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