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Dr. Erkins' serum quadruples Captain America's resilience, but that doesn't mean his blue eyes disappear four times faster.Although Steve himself didn't express any distress about this, and he even made himself a cup of coffee at the bar indifferently, but for other people in the lounge, watching Seeing such an impactful scene, it is really hard not to go astray in some strange place.

They looked at each other menacingly for a long time, and finally Agent Natasha Romanoff took the stage victory, scanning the crowd of men like a queen, and raised her chin at Hawkeye.

Clinton felt like a mourning concubine.

"...well, maybe I should say 'good morning' first, Captain?"

He moved the newspaper covering his head downward, revealing two swarthy eyes.He cleared his throat, and said this to the man behind the bar who was clutching an ice pack and rummaging through the refrigerator.

"Huh?" The intact eye was raised, and Steve glanced at Agent Patton, and nodded in an extremely simple way: "Good morning, Clint."

No, I'm not fine.

Can feel the gazes of the teammates around him have turned into reality, trying to tie him into a hedgehog, Clint's eyelids can't help but twitch: "Why are you alone, Jarod?"

"He's still in the room."

It was a matter of course to throw out such a natural answer. The captain groped in the refrigerator for a long time, but still couldn't find what he was looking for, so he could only raise his head to ask other people in the lounge for help: "Sam, where do you put the milk?" Already? I remember the last time you were supposed to go shopping?"

"In the bottom grid."

Pretending to scoop cereal out of an empty bowl, hearing myself being called.The Falcon quickly looked up, and couldn't help but hit a straight ball instead of Clint, quite sure that he would definitely regret it ten seconds later:

"So your eyes were blacked out by elves, right Captain?"

"Well."

Busy looking for milk from the designated place, Steve hastily responded.But when he realized that the atmosphere in the lounge was not right, and raised his head again, he was greeted by the uniform and condemning eyes of the Avengers, and the captain looked confused, completely unaware of what he had done wrong.

"...Cap, although I understand your feelings very well, you also need to know that temperance is a virtue."

Finally, after an awkward standoff, Clint made a sincere suggestion to Steve on behalf of everyone.He was even prepared to be slapped to death by a shield for this, but their big-breasted captain just stood there in a daze, bewildered, as if he had heard something incomprehensible, and couldn't help but make Hawkeye doubt himself Did you just speak English?

Steve stared hard at his teammates for five minutes.

Then he finally figured out what they meant by 'temperance'.

"God, what are you thinking? Garald can't help it... No, I mean, we didn't do anything yesterday, really just sleep, okay."

Looking across everyone's faces with different expressions, Captain America took off the ice pack a little funny, and pointed to the bruise on his right eye that had faded a bit:

"He just had a dream of wanting to punch someone, and I happened to catch up, that's all."

In fact, Steve wasn't quite telling what he said.Part of it came from Garald himself not telling him the truth, and part of it was to conceal that he really wanted to do something indescribable early in the morning, but it happened just in time for the elf to wake up from his dream, and then the conditioned reflex He punched the big golden retriever on his body.Although the other party apologized to him very guilty afterwards, it could not comfort him at all for the shadow of stealing food and not being beaten back - he didn't even think to ask Jialuode what he dreamed about, but just comforted his netizens not to mind, And somewhat frustrated, let him rest for a while, while he slipped into the lounge, trying to find a way to get rid of the obviously swollen bruises on his eye sockets.

Probably because there are suddenly more people around, so I'm not used to it.

Shaking his head, he turned around and poured the milk into the pot to heat it up.Steve thought so while making breakfast for the elf who was still in bed.I decided to keep in mind the fact that Garald had the urge to get up, and use practical actions to help each other every morning in the future, so as to adapt to this kind of bed sharing that will undoubtedly become a fixed pattern as soon as possible.

He held the milk pot with a small smile on the corner of his mouth.

Unaware of how he was missed by the big golden retriever, Jialude buried his face in the pillow and shuddered for no reason.

In fact, Mr. Elf is actually in a much worse state than Captain America, who was beaten in one eye by his boyfriend.

He was in trouble, but he wasn't desperate enough to sleep with his warrior vigilance—he'd only done it in Hydra's dungeon, and he never wanted to do it again. ——In short, from a technical point of view, Garald felt that it was basically impossible for him to fail to react when he opened his eyes, and punched his boyfriend into a panda.

However, he did get a little out of control.

Because of that sudden nightmare.

It was rare for Garrod to have dreams that did not carry any color from the past.Most of the time he was surrounded by long memories, dreaming of Aman Island, dreaming of Gondolin, dreaming of Rivendell, and before he was awakened by S.H.I.E.L.D. It is a shadow filled with various memories.The eternal life of the elves allows them to have enough experiences to go back. The future is not a part worth thinking about for them. It is just that the sun rises and the moon sinks day after day, and it will always be the same cycle. Don't have too much expect.

But this time, Garrod dreamed of the future.

No, exactly, some of the most dire possibilities.

He dreamed that the ground was covered with blood from stumps, and there was only hopeless blackness between the sky and the earth.The remains of the skyscrapers were illuminated by the red sunset, and the flames gradually ignited, bursting into the air with tiny orange sparks.And nearly everyone he knew lay in the rubble with their eyes closed, each with a different wound, but with the same irreparable consequences.

He brought destruction upon all.

Jarod stood in the ruins, surrounded by silence and death. The void in his heart stirred the blood in his body like a whirlpool, turned into tears, and watered every inch of the scorched land.

"Welcome to hell."

The voice of 'Xin' came from behind, very close yet seemed far away.He turned around suddenly, trying to find the fallen man who had abandoned everything, but the moment he looked up, he met Steve Rogers' face.

"I said, I will let you, like me, taste the deepest pain in this world."

Those words of hatred spit out from the mouth of Captain America, although he knew that they all belonged to 'Sin', but it still gave Garrod a big shock.Dreams would weaken all senses, and for a moment he couldn't even tell who was standing in front of him, whether it was the elf who lost his self and soul because of him, or Steve who lost his teammates and family because of him.

Or, maybe both.

"Take a good look, it's all because of you."

The man took a step forward, with an extremely gentle smile on Steve's face, but his tone was as mean and arrogant as 'Xin' mocking:

"If you came to me on your own initiative, if you didn't run away from me, if you didn't wake up from your deep sleep, if you killed me then, if you never existed in this world."

Then none of this would have happened, and they wouldn't have died because of you.

What are you going to pay for the sins on your body?

"I……"

This is indeed a cruel question.Garrod lowered his head and looked at the blood on his hands, which was as glaring as when he first got it in Swan Harbor.After so many years, it's not like he didn't think about why he was chosen by such a fate and became the only exile to stay in Middle-earth, and the answer was in front of him again and again, as if he could reach it with his hand, but he couldn't help it. Never have the courage to take a look.

"This is your punishment, Jarod. It's not me, but fate's punishment for you."

'Steve' dropped his shield and stretched out his arms towards him.But the elf only felt that he could no longer control his body, so he drew a short knife from his back and walked step by step.The man's eyes seemed to be empty, and seemed to hide all the darkness in the world. He stood there, staring at Jialude intently, watching him raise the knife towards his chest, and the corner of his mouth curled into an extremely cruel arc. .

"That's what you're supposed to be, cursed kinslayer. You're all alone, and everyone close to you will be killed by your own hands."

No.

do not do that.

I wanted to pull my hand back, or stop, but was horrified to find that I couldn't.Garald could only watch helplessly as the distance between them became shorter and shorter, as he swung his knife towards Steve, the sharp blade pierced his chest, and in a blink of an eye, countless dark and desperate words flew out. bright red.

The distance between them is finally zero.

And the temperature is cold from start to finish.

The arms tightened behind Jarod, trapping him in a cage built with his body. 'Steve' laughed softly, and the lost blood stained every inch of the two of them.Obviously such an intimate gesture, but it just wants to make people turn around and flee.

"Why do you think you can escape?"

He whispered in his ear like this, like a lover's whisper:

"I'll watch you fall, Jarod."

The dream is interrupted the moment the breath dissipates.Therefore, when he suddenly opened his eyes and directly met the astonished eyes of his netizens on his upper body, the punch that Mr. Elf threw out reflexively was not so surprising.

He even felt that he was very restrained, and he didn't touch the short knife on the bedside to stab Captain America into a sieve.Although a large part of the reason for this is that when he wanted to turn over and kick someone off, Steve quickly pinned him down on the bed, grabbed the quilt that was about to slide to the floor, and directly wrapped the essence into three layers of zongzi, pressed Can't move under the body.

"It's me, Jiajia."

Although it was quite painful to be beaten, it was not unbearable.Steve, who was violently suppressed before he started committing the crime, opened his swollen eyes and looked at the elf with aggrieved eyes, the corners of his mouth almost dropped to the bottom of his chin.

"team leader?"

It wasn't until then that he realized that he had woken up from the dream. The person on his body was not a fake who wanted to kill himself, but was far more haunting than the one in the dream.Garrod was stunned for a while, and was silent for a while under the double pinch of the quilt and Captain America, before finally moving his lips, his tone seemed to be on the verge of being suffocated: "Are your breasts getting bigger again?"

Steve:  …

"Feel sorry."

A little embarrassed, he lifted the elf up a bit, so that he wouldn't be buried in his chest.The captain stared at his netizen with only one head exposed outside for a while, and picked a place as if he was about to speak, but the moment he met his eyes, he heard the other party laugh out of shame.

"Would you like to cover my eyes first?"

I know it's not good, but I just can't hold back.Garald looked at the funny bruise on Steve's right eye, and let out a light cough that looked like he was being choked: "I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back the laughter halfway through."

"..."

It hurts, Jiajia.

No one can turn the mood back in this situation, not even Captain America.He just looked at the elf under him who was about to roll all over the bed angrily and amusedly, his forehead twitched for a while, but finally he gave up the plan to do something, got up and let the person out of the quilt.

"Would you like to sleep a little longer? Or wake up with me?"

Vicissitudes waved his hand, accepting Jialuode's guilt-ridden apology, which was washed away by the smile.Steve put on his T-shirt, looked back at the elf on the bed who had already buried his face in the pillow, and looked at the bright sunlight coming in through the gap in the curtains: "Culson sent some materials, about nine Snake and 'Sin', maybe you'll want to check it out."

"talk later."

Yawning under the gaze of the big-breasted netizen, Jialuode pulled the quilt over his head and refused him without hesitation: "I'll lie down and go out later."

Fine.

Just as he wanted to stay in bed, Steve shrugged, reached out and patted the bulging lump on the bed, and quickly got up and walked out the door.

"Don't lie down for too long, I'll get you some hot milk."

"Well."

Before hearing the sound of the door closing, Garrod made sure he answered this sentence.Steve may or may not have heard it, but it doesn't make a difference.

He closed his eyes again, the soft cotton wool absorbed bits and pieces of water vapor, and evaporated quickly.

Elves have a delicate and sensual heart, but they are often stronger than any living creature.

No matter how terrible the nightmare, it will not shake Jarod's determination.

However, when standing on the ruins after a fierce battle in the future that he doesn't know yet, he realized it belatedly.

The dreams of elves often indicate a certain degree of reality.