[Comprehensive British and American] Old popsicle online dating rules

At No. 20 hours after receiving the call, at 14:35 pm Eastern Time, Agent Natasha Romanoff, together with Acting Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Coulson, suddenly landed on the roof of the Avengers Building.

And the moment they stepped off the plane, they were warmly welcomed by Falcon.

"You are finally back!!"

He held Black Widow's hand for a long time and refused to let go.Regardless of Steve's sharp stare behind him, Sam said with tears in his eyes, almost hugging the widow's thigh and weeping bitterly: "Captain, he is simply inhuman! I'm the poor little guy who doesn't even have a netizen, okay?" ! Why are you still in charge of helping an old Popsicle solve his relationship problems?! Do single dogs have no human rights!!!”

"Thanks a lot."

Patted him on the shoulder lovingly.Natasha raised her head, looked at Captain America who was leaning against the balcony door and rolled her eyes, and raised her eyebrows playfully: "Online dating is risky, huh?"

Steve:  …

"Stop talking, Natasha." Knowing that it wasn't by accident that she picked up her cell phone last time, the leader nodded without a hitch: "You really should have reminded me of this earlier."

"I don't, that's so boring."

The widow shrugged.Probably seeing that Steve's face is too ugly now, he kindly added a sentence at the end: "So, do you want to help? It seems that you are really scared this time, I don't want to talk to someone who is about to Work with people who drive themselves crazy."

Her tone of voice seemed to mean something.Steve reacted for a while, and after making sure that he didn't miss every meaning of the widow, he blinked slowly:

"What are you going to do for me?"

"That depends on you."

The widow replied.

"As long as you make up your mind, whether you continue to hang yourself on an elf, or go out and ask a girl as if it never happened, I can help you...Of course, I don't think you will consider the latter option .”

"Why?" Steve wondered.

"Because you would never want to try a widow's sting."

Stepping on the high heels, knock out a series of crisp and pleasant echoes on the platform.Natasha walked into the building through the glass door that the captain opened for her, turned her head and smiled, and something seemed to flash in her eyes: "If you tell me that you want to be a bastard who never gets married, I will be very upset." Very angry, Rogers."

"..."

I don't know if her tone was too scary, not only Steve, but even Falcon and Coulson, who had been watching silently, suddenly felt cold, feeling that they were about to lose the most important thing in their lives.

So, when Garrod, who was watching TV in the lounge, heard Jarvis' reminder and looked back to the door, the first thing he saw was the breezy Black Widow, and the three men behind her with very indescribable expressions.

"What's going on here?"

Holding the bag of potato chips in one hand, the other hand maintained the posture of sending it to his mouth.Mr. Elf was full of bewilderment, puffed his cheeks, chewed mechanically twice, and asked vaguely.

"Nothing, they're just—"

"Wait, why are you eating this again, Garrod?"

Before the widow could finish speaking, Steve took a step forward with a frown and interrupted her.At the same time, his eyes were still fixed on the snacks in Jialuode's hand, and his expression was extremely serious: "I said yesterday, your injury is still not healed, what kind of junk food you eat, what should you do if you get angry... Who gave you the potato?" piece?"

Falcon dodged behind Coulson guiltily.

"I, I took it from the refrigerator myself."

He looked at the disapproving captain, and then at the packing bag in his hand.Garald quickly hid the latter behind him, trying to act as if nothing had happened, and very righteously did not confess to Sam: "Eat a little and you will be fine."

"It's not a question of whether you'll be fine if you eat a little, but your indifference to yourself makes me very worried."

And the captain's expression became more serious: "I just asked Jarvis to look up the healthy recipes during the wound healing period, printed them out by the way, and asked your doctor to take notes on it. I will take it to your room later go."

Garrod: ...Oh.

Falcon: ...what did I say?

Black Widow: ...he should be able to save it again.

Coulson: As expected of Captain America, he takes everything so seriously! !

#There seems to be a traitor between us#

"So, your injury hasn't healed yet?"

Seeing that Steve seemed to want to say something, the widow quickly pulled Ren Pao behind her, and changed the subject before he could speak: "How long will it take?"

"It's almost two or three days."

After thinking about it, although he felt that he didn't have any problems now, Jialuode still didn't dare to answer like this, but honestly reported the number.

"That's good."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and then seemed to remember something.The widow and Coulson looked at each other, nodded to each other, and finally the latter said to the elf: "In this case, we have something we hope to discuss with you now."

"what's up?"

"Move into the Avengers Tower and act with the Avengers."

Garrod raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I seem to have already said it, Coulson." After thinking about it, Mr. Elf looked up at the agent and said seriously: "I can cooperate with you to solve the half-orc matter, but this does not mean that I want to join SHIELD or Either side of the Avengers..."

"I know that, and I respect your idea."

The widow quickly interrupted him, and the widow waved her hand: "It's just a temporary move in, so that we can find you at any time. After all, this mission is very uncertain. In case there is another unexpected situation where the orcs attacked New York last time, It’s not that easy to get together again.”

Of course, this is a consideration that can be negotiated on the bright side.And as for what Natasha secretly planned, it was naturally impossible for her to tell, and it was absolutely impossible for Garrod to ask.

A very bad premonition suddenly filled his heart, and Steve glanced at her, always feeling that he might be in bad luck in the future.

...that sounds reasonable.

Feeling like a prey being lured into a trap step by step, Mr. Elf rubbed his chin, but couldn't find anything wrong with it. After hesitating for a while, he nodded and agreed.

"OK then."

He spoke like this, and then shifted his gaze to Coulson's face: "But I have a request—"

"If I move into the Avengers Tower, S.H.I.E.L.D. will remove my surveillance and regular psychological evaluation."

"The first one is fine." After thinking for a while, Coulson looked a little embarrassed: "But the psychological assessment is for you to better integrate into the 21st century. After all, the bureau arranges social courses for you and you rarely come. Except for this, we have no I can't grasp your psychological state..."

"I'm doing fine here, you don't need to worry about anything." Garald insisted on this.

"I also think there's nothing he can't seem to blend in with."

After all, he has learned how to date online, right? With such a trend, who would dare to call him an antique?

Also chiming in, Falcon glanced at Steve beside him, not knowing who he was complaining about in his heart.

"However, this is decided by the director, and I can't make decisions on my own."

Coulson still shook his head.Seeing that he was so difficult to deal with, Garald hesitated for a while, and finally could only use his own trump card, stood up, walked to the agent, and whispered in his ear: "I use a signed photo of Captain America to follow the agent. You exchange."

"...I'm not such an unprincipled person, even the captain's autographed photo can't make me..."

"Nude."

"make a deal!!!!"

"..."

Natasha, who was standing closest, was almost choked to death by herself.

I really should have counted with Human Torch.

With four times the hearing, even a black widow could hear their whispers. Steve Rogers froze in embarrassment. He was silent for a while, and could only cover his face with his hands under the sympathetic gaze of the Falcon.