I'm in Marvel's infinite draw

53 One Night

Tuo Bird Club, the main hall.

The classical lamps hung on the surrounding walls and ceiling illuminate the ballroom. Beautiful tunes flow in the hall like a stream of water. Couples of gentlemen in suits and ladies in dresses are dancing lightly, immersing themselves in this entertainment place far away from the smoke of war. above.

If the club here hadn't been directly booked out, and if professional dancers were dressed as dancing guests, when Kyle in a tuxedo appeared in the ballroom, it would definitely arouse the crowd's enthusiastic onlookers and sensation.

Kyle, the youngest major officer in the United States, a hero who symbolizes American strength and conquest.Since the Hydra organization was eradicated by uprooting and annihilating, it has once again become a legendary figure talked about in the streets and alleys of Europe and the United States.

Although it is too exaggerated to describe it as a "legendary", it can influence and reverse the entire European battlefield by itself, and it hurts Germany, which has a strong military force in World War II.In the eyes of American soldiers and some fanatical fans, Kyle is a veritable legendary hero, and his reputation and prestige far exceed those of generals and officers.

Europe is fine now.In today’s United States, among the domestic conscription promotional films, six of the ten screenings must be exclusive to Kyle, and the other four are war documentaries in which Kyle and Captain Steve fought side by side.

It is conceivable how powerful Kyle's halo as a war hero is now.

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The hope was dim, but it was ignited again, and the confident young man kept his promise and came back.

Carter, who was standing in the middle of the dance hall, just looked at Kyle who came out of the separated singing and dancing crowd, and was speechless for a while.

Kyle also remained silent, not knowing what to say, and finally took a deep breath and said, "Sorry, I didn't bring Steve back."

As soon as these words came out, the originally relaxed and pleasant atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

Carter took a few steps forward, shook his head and said, "It's not entirely your fault, and we can't predict what will happen on the fighter plane."

"No, what I can predict a little bit is that I don't pay much attention to Schmidt. I thought..." Before Kyle finished speaking, Carter shook his head at him again, and said slowly: " Enough is enough, that's over."

After finishing speaking, Carter stretched out his palms slightly forward. There was a hint of anticipation hidden in the depths of his beautiful eyes, and his red lips parted slightly, "Didn't Steve ask you to come for him and invite me to dance? Why did you come here?" , it's been two weeks."

"It's a bit far out at sea, so I'm late." Kyle made an excuse casually, hesitated, imitated Howard's gentlemanly way of reaching out, and took Carter's soft palm.

"You can't dance, I can teach you, just don't step on my shoes." Carter said, and he was about to lead Kyle to dance slowly to the tune of the hall.

"That's not necessary." Kyle laughed dumbly. There are really not many common skills in the world that he doesn't know; even if there are, just read and draw cards directly.

In particular, the green [Party Dance] card was drawn from the woman Carter, but so far there is no chance to use it.

Just as the gentle tune in the hall stopped, another rushing and passionate song sounded.

Kyle took the initiative by stepping directly, and began to guide with superb dance skills no less than professional. Under the exquisite control of power, he held Carter's waist with one hand, and danced her with a slight levitation rotation.

Carter quickly kept up with the pace, and the red skirt spun and fluttered.

A trace of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes, she really didn't expect Kyle to be so handy in this dance besides fighting and killing on the battlefield.

Kyle held Carter with one hand and the other's slender waist with the other, and began to dance to the more passionate tunes.

With his strong and perfect figure, wearing a tuxedo naturally makes him look like a thin gentleman in a city greenhouse. It lacks the coldness and murderousness of the black combat uniform, and is more gentle and handsome.

Paired with the glamorous and beautiful Carter tonight, the appearance itself is pleasing to the eye. In addition, the dance moves of the two are vigorous and neat, and they cooperate with each other. The difficult moves are easily completed, and each other's hand movements and steps are aligned with the song itself tune.

At some point, Kyle and Carter occupied the very center of the ballroom, causing the eyes of the surrounding people to fall on them with amazement and admiration.

Until the end of the song, Kyle slowly supported Carter's slender waist and stopped her body, while Carter slightly pressed his palms on his broad chest.

As if amazed by the high integrity of the dance, the people in the ballroom applauded one after another.

"It's over." Kyle shrugged and retracted his hands.

A gleam of disappointment flashed across Carter's beautiful eyes, and he could only slowly put down his palm, and said in surprise, "I didn't expect you to be able to dance."

"Before I became a soldier, I learned it from my parents at home." Kyle responded casually, and said bluntly, "Is there anything else you want to do? I just happen to be free tonight."

"Are you going to go to the front again tomorrow? By the way, you haven't returned to the base to report for half a month." Carter pondered for a moment, then summoned up his courage and said, "Then, let's go to a bar."

"Drink, you and me?" Kyle looked at Carter in surprise. Isn't this just drinking between comrades-in-arms and brothers? What kind of wine do men and women drink?

He thought for a while, and said with a slightly hesitant face, "You don't really like me as Steve said, do you?"

Carter was stunned for a moment, hiding from Kyle's thoughtful gaze, and waved his hand, "How is this possible, you are overthinking."

"That's good." Kyle breathed a sigh of relief and said with a relieved smile: "I'll just say it, Steve lied to me in the end. Even if he didn't say that, I will still take care of you."

"I don't need you to take care of me." Carter glanced at him, and said in a much colder tone, "Do you want to drink or not?"

Kyle nodded, "Drink. It's rare to relax for the last time, why not drink."

"Just don't get drunk, I can't help a big man like you." Carter snorted coldly.

"Just kidding, how is that possible." Kyle shook his head bored, but this worry did not exist at all.

The metabolism of his super-soldier physique is four times that of a human being, so can he be poured down with just a little wine?

The next morning.

The white gauze curtains were blown by the breeze from the window, and the dazzling golden sunlight poured into the room.

Kyle gradually woke up from the bed, his head was still a little dizzy, with the slight aftereffect of being drunk last night.

Really drunk.

Kyle smiled wryly while lying under the quilt in the shape of 'big'. He was too embarrassing for the super soldier. He thought he would not get drunk, so he tasted different wines with high levels again and again, until he realized that when he was drunk, it was too late. too late.

But this is also because he is in the rest stage, and it doesn't matter if he gets drunk once to eliminate the pressure of wartime. If he is waiting for a battle or on a mission, he will not touch even a sip of wine.

"By the way, I really troubled Carter last night."

Kyle tore off the blanket, looked at the missing tuxedo uniform, and replaced it with simple pajamas provided by the club.

He vaguely remembered that it took Carter and a few waiters a lot of effort to help him into the room last night, and it seemed that Carter helped him change the clothes.

Then, there is no memory of getting drunk later.

(End of this chapter)