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Garald wasn't quite sure what Captain America wanted to talk to him about, but he could sense that he was serious about it, and a little emotional.However, this does not conflict with him enjoying a free coffee.Therefore, Mr. Elf happily nodded in agreement, and quickly forgot the familiar sense of routine in his heart, completely unaware that there should be something wrong with this matter.

And got the answer he wanted, Captain America quickly made persistent efforts.

"Then do you want to go back to the Avengers Building with me now?" Looking into Jarod's green eyes like new leaves, Steve paused and explained: "Furry should have sent the information to Tony, we may be leaving soon. If you are in the building, we can go directly to our destination, and you don't have to rush to meet us from somewhere else."

This is a reason too reasonable to be rejected.

After thinking about it, although he felt that he had been persuaded, Jialuode still hesitated: "But I'm still working, and I haven't asked for leave from the store yet."

"You don't have to worry about that."

Steve smiled.Just at this moment, the elevator had descended to the first floor, and the metal door slowly slid open, revealing the face of the acting director of S.H.I.E.L.D. who was waiting in the lobby.

"Coulson will help you with this small matter." Nodding to Jarod, the captain turned to confirm with the agent: "Right, Coulson?"

"Ah, what? Of course." Immersed in the joy of being in close contact with the idol, Coulson didn't even hear the words clearly, and he agreed: "Leave everything to me, there is nothing wrong with it."

Wow.

Seeing the power of Captain America's halo for the first time, Garrod, who was used to being fooled by S.H.I.E.L.D., was extremely envious.Quietly, Mimi rubbed against Steve, pulled his uniform sleeves, and Mr. Elf approached the captain's ear, and said softly:

"Will he agree to everything you say?"

The golden hair above the pinnae was slightly lifted by the airflow, sweeping across the exposed skin, bringing a little itchy touch.The captain moved his neck uncomfortably, stepped back a little, and answered in a low voice:

"Generally so."

"Great." Garrod blinked, looking expectant: "Then can you let him take out the pension insurance for me?"

Steve:  …

"It should, no way."

After being stunned for a while, he looked up and down at the elf who looked unusually young, and then at the bewildered Coulson next to him, his voice lowered: "My pension insurance has not been completed yet, they said my photo The age gap is too big."

Garrod: ...Oh.

Blame us for being young?

As long as he didn't see Mr. Elf's eyes full of condemnation, Coulson silently turned his face away, refusing to have any further communication with him.At the same time, he kindly asked the captain if he needed to drive him back. If necessary, it would not be a problem for him to drive his own car.

"Thank you, but you don't have to."

Steve shook his head: "My Harley is right outside, I can take Jarod back with me."

"OK then."

Regrettably, he took the car keys back. Coulson smiled and pushed open the glass door of the headquarters hall for them: "Although the Avengers Building is next door, please be careful all the way."

"of course."

The captain nodded politely.

In fact, although the new headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D. is close to the Avengers Building, it takes a long way to go around from here to the other side because of the different streets.Even with the footsteps of Captain America, it takes about half an hour to go back and forth.Therefore, when Steve got on his motorcycle and motioned for Jarod to sit in the back seat, the captain didn't feel anything wrong, even if the elf threatened that he couldn't touch his chest 10 minutes ago, it wasn't revenge Those who don't have any sense of crisis at all, just open their arms to let others take advantage of them.

Did he trust me too much, or did he trust himself too much?

Standing where he was, his eyes were very complicated.Garrod felt that Captain America was just like "The Star-Spangled Banner", in some respects he simply couldn't tell whether he was pure or stupid.But after thinking about it, he didn't really want to take advantage of him, so why was he so worried.Mr. Elf curled his lips, and finally stepped up with his long legs under Steve's urging. After hesitating for a while, he still stretched out his hand and put his arms around his strong waist.

"Hurry up!"

With this final instruction, Steve started the motorcycle and took the elves out steadily.

Captain America's waist feels good, the muscles are well-proportioned and powerful, and they are surprisingly thin.Although he once complained to Glorfindel that his race was full of frigidity, but Garald was sure that even elves would find it difficult not to be distracted by such a feeling.Especially after seeing the semi-nude photos sent by "Star-Spangled Banner", the lethality has increased by a thousand times.In short, he has never thanked himself so much that he is also a member of this sexually frigid race, and he can pretend that nothing happened, instead of continuing to touch up in a daze, or simply pinching it, and finally being killed by Captain America People and cars were thrown into the ditch.

Of course, it would be nice to have a serious reason to touch my chest next time.

Five minutes later, when he got off the motorcycle at the entrance of the Avengers Building, Mr. Elf nodded to the captain to thank him, and then thought so regretfully.

Because he had to rush to the laboratory to see Tony's search results in order to designate the next action plan, Steve did not accompany Garrod to visit the entire building, but very sorry to hand him over to the crowd who heard the news The Black Widow.Garald had no objection to this, and was even quite happy about it.Especially when he saw Hawkeye following behind the widow, whose face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, the corners of his mouth raised suddenly, his gaze was like a torch, as if he had found his new joy in life.

Clint: ...Wait, what is the new joy of life, please explain it? !

"I knew you would come."

Take Garrod around the various floors, and finally return to the common room of the Avengers.The black widow lovingly looked at the elf who was looking around with great interest, and smiled slightly, as if she was looking at the juicy cabbage that had finally grown in the field: "It made sense once, and it really is the captain who likes people."

"I agree that the captain is likable." Shrugging his shoulders, Garald shook his head with a smile: "But I only come here occasionally to cooperate a few times, and I never said that I want to join the Avengers. We need to make this clear first. Natasha."

"Well, since you want to distinguish so clearly." Following his words, the widow raised her eyebrows: "Although I don't think there is any difference, it will be a matter of time anyway."

I just don't know if his final identity will be a teammate or a family member of a teammate.

Wisely not uttering the last sentence, Natasha let Garald sit on the sofa, and ordered the reluctant Hawkeye to get him a drink.And she herself was leaning against the bar, watching the elf with a half-smile, until he looked terrified.

"May I have any questions?" Almost unable to hold back the smile at the corner of his mouth, Jarod turned sideways uncomfortably.

"It's nothing." The widow's eyes became more loving: "I just remembered the scene when we first met. Maybe we both left a deep impression on each other."

Garrod: ...

How can it be said to be a deep impression?

That was simply the worst tragedy the elf had ever encountered in his life.

Speaking of how S.H.I.E.L.D. dug him out of the ground, Mr. Elf is actually not very clear.He only knew that he had come to this strange era when he woke up, surrounded by strange humans and strange equipment. When he opened his eyes, they all gathered around excitedly, holding all kinds of elves from the Something he had never seen wanted to penetrate his body.

Therefore, Garald felt that his first reaction was to jump up and push everyone away, trying to escape from the hospital in a panic, and there was a legitimate and reasonable reason for that.

And after rushing through the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents guarding the corridor and shooting Hawkeye down from the roof, he stumbled and fled to a turning intersection, where he encountered his shadow for a long time—— Agent Natasha Romanoff and her electric widow sting.

Before this, Garrod had never hit a woman.This is not to say that elves are so chivalrous, but because in his time, the battlefield was dominated by male creatures, no matter what race.Although it is not unheard of outstanding female fighters, but after all, the number is very small. Has he ever seen it with his own eyes? Therefore, most of Jarod's impressions of women are noble, quiet, and faintly fragile, and they are needed Do your best to protect, stay away from the battlefield and the harm of dark creatures.

So, as a matter of course, with this strange preconception, it is easy to imagine how badly he will be dealt with by the black widow.

It's all because of young people's mistakes.

"I remember you being so cute back then."

She raised her chin towards Mr. Elf, and when the widow remembered the scene of the two heads-up, she couldn't help laughing and teasing a few words: "You can beat so many senior agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., but you can't even stretch out your fists!" Come out, just play with me at the intersection, and finally go to my widow's sting in a foolish way... Seriously, I haven't seen a gentleman like you for a long time."

"..."

No matter how I hear it, I feel that this is not a good thing to say.Thinking back to the scene where he just hid and didn't fight back under the concept of not hitting women, and was knocked down effortlessly by the black widow, Jialuode only felt that he must have lost his mind back then.

"How dare you not use all your strength to fight Nata. I have only seen you as a warrior until now."

He took out a carton of milk from the refrigerator and threw it over. Hawkeye looked at him with admiration, and said sincerely, "Really, I respect you for being a man."

Garrod: ...Oh.

"What? I seem to have heard something just now?"

Just when Mr. Elf was extremely embarrassed and kept thinking about how long it would take before Captain America came back to rescue him, the door of the lounge was pushed open again, and Falcon walked in carrying a rectangular box half as tall as a person:

"Who dares to fight Romanov? Do you feel that you have lived too long? Are the things in the building enough to dismantle? Stark just said last time that the maintenance cost will be paid for by himself. Which of you is going to pay for it?"

"Don't worry, no one."

Seeing Sam coming, Natasha straightened up from the bar, walked over to take the box, and finally stopped paying attention to the elf.The elf breathed a sigh of relief, just about to open the milk to appease his wounded heart, but found that the widow came back on catwalks, and put the box in front of him with a "touch" sound, raised his chin, and his eyes seemed to flash A trace of something.

"Open it."

It is never wise to go against Natasha, and the end result is usually extremely miserable. Mr. Elf feels that the psychological shadow is already big enough, and he does not want to expand the scope further for the time being.So, even though he was a little afraid that something inside would irritate his old heart, Jarod nodded quickly, stretched out his hand to pull the lock, and opened the box, revealing the carefully preserved things inside.

It was an exquisitely crafted silver-white longbow and two short knives with wooden handles.

Garald couldn't help but froze.

"God, this is so beautiful."

I didn't expect that it would be such an eye-catching weapon when I took it up.Falcon's eyes widened immediately, and he couldn't help but want to reach out to touch it, but before he touched the box, he was slapped down by the black widow.

"It's Garrod's." She rolled her eyes at him. "Be polite to our new teammate, Sam. Don't touch it without permission."

"……Oh."

Shaking the back of his hand that was beaten, Falcon touched his nose and stood aside silently.At the moment, Mr. Elf's attention is all focused on his weapon, and he doesn't have the heart to correct the widow's introduction. He just slowly reaches out and picks up the longbow that he has been away from for a long time, as if he also picked up the long bow that has been settled for a long time. The long memory, the eyes are full of joy and nostalgia.

"It was delivered by the S.H.I.E.L.D. when I walked in, saying it was for our guests, and told me to tell them they didn't touch anything... But wait, there seems to be another one I forgot at the elevator .”

Scratching his head, he was not dissatisfied with being treated as a courier delivery man.Falcon thought for a while, and seemed to suddenly remember something, and immediately rushed out the door like a gust of wind, and then rushed back holding a smaller box.

"see this?"

Taking it from his hand, Natasha weighed it with confidence, and then handed it to Garald: "You will like it too."

You can probably guess what's inside.Mr. Elf nodded and opened the box. Sure enough, he saw the battle suit he was wearing when he was dug out.Although the details are different, the general style is basically the same. In an instant, it seems that he has returned to the era of wars and the battlefield he was very familiar with.

"Your original set is a bit old. I asked Coulson to make a new one for you. It's considered an entry... Well, a meeting gift for partners."

Seeing that the elf's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, the widow immediately changed her words and pushed him into the cubicle in the lounge: "Of course you have to wear a combat uniform to fight. This is Cap's famous saying. Go try it Try it."

"Thank you, Natasha."

Holding weapons and battle gear in his arms, he propped up the door frame with one hand so as not to let himself be pushed directly into the door.Jarod turned his head and sincerely nodded to the widow to express his gratitude, and her favorability for the Avengers was instantly maxed out by her.

"Actually, the captain asked us to prepare this. If you want to thank him, thank him." The widow replied.

Mr. Elf let out a "hmm", his face was full of emotion, then he closed the door of the cubicle under Natasha's urging, and went to disguise himself.Clint and Sam were left standing in the lounge looking at each other, hesitating for a while, and finally Hawkeye bravely asked.

"Wait, has the captain seen the original appearance of that living fossil?"

"No." The widow answered very simply.

"...Then why?" The two straight men present were bewildered.

"Are you stupid?"

The widow's face was full of grief: "The pig you raise is going to gouge other people's cabbage, can you not help him to gouge the cabbage together?"

Falcon & Hawkeye: ...Oh.

The author has something to say: Da Dun: Nonsense, I think there is only one "Fried Golden Flower" in my opinion.

Garald: ...for a change, shall we play next year?