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Basically, based on a deep understanding of the president's father's style, no one would be surprised that Tony took them to a villa in the suburbs of New York.

And when this group of people pushed through the door, Agent Natasha Romanov, who is said to be collecting intelligence in Europe, was sitting on the sofa in the living room, painting nail polish on every finger while watching TV.Seeing them walk in the door, she nodded slightly, as if she was the owner of the house for granted, and the real owner couldn't help but take two steps forward, almost turning her eyes to the ceiling.

"I thought this was my place? Somewhere that wasn't in the papers or the internet or whatever the hell?"

Sensing keenly that the other party had already taken a shower, he even unceremoniously took out the vodka in his liquor cabinet.The president's father twitched his mouth, looked back at the other people who squeezed into the living room at the speed of light, and suddenly regretted bringing them here: "Please, just tell me how you found this place, okay?"

"Trade secrets."

But the Black Widow just shrugged and moved to the side to make room for Dr. Banner, who finally transformed back, and then got a polite smile from the other party: "If you don't want me to come in, just ask Jarvis to change the authority." .”

"..." What are you talking about, a joke?

He was choked half to death by her words.Tony, who wanted to complain a few more words, immediately shut up, angrily picked up the remaining half of the wine bottle on the table, and squeezed a seat next to Banner to sit down.

Before they decided to go in, Jarvis thoughtfully ordered takeout pizza for the hungry Avengers, a move that clearly had everyone's heartfelt support.Quickly snatching their favorite flavors from the table, Thor and Falcon held the box and threw it onto their soft sofa one after another, and kept urging Natasha to continue looting Iron Man's personal wine cabinet, successfully killing the president's father's firepower. attracted to the past.Looking at the living room that was noisy almost instantly, Garald shook his head helplessly, and grabbed a box of pizza from the coffee table, but instead of joining their battle group, he walked to a relatively quiet table and sat down.

There was the sound of a chair being dragged beside him, and Mr. Elf turned his head slightly. As expected, he saw that his netizens did the same. He sat down silently, with his elbows tightly pressed against his arms, and he could almost feel the sound coming from his body through the uniform. body temperature.

"Aren't you going to chat with them?"

After chewing the dinner that was no longer considered dinner in his hands, Garald asked as he took the two cans of beer thrown by Natasha.

Shaking his head, Steve pulled out the soda can in his hand and placed it on the far side of the table.He not only expressed the principle of continuing the cold war with the elves, but also expressed his unequivocal position that he did not want him to drink, his wit was simply breathtaking.

Garald couldn't help pressing his forehead.

He had thought he would be able to expose the matter.After all, I just had a fight with 'Xin', the result was good, and the things to do later are also settled, Mr. Elf thinks that even if Steve is angry, he won't pick such a wave of just flat, and he will continue to fight the other party immediately Turn against him in another wave.But obviously, Captain America cannot be judged by common sense, and always has the ability that is beyond the expectations of others. After stepping out of the abandoned factory, he never said a word to his netizens, making it clear that the elves should reflect on him. fault, and managed to bring the atmosphere of the whole team from the joy of victory to a kind of enigmatic and embarrassing solemnity with his own power, so that Garald couldn't tell whether they were going to find a place to rest or Find a place for your own grave.

What is he going to do?

He thought so with a frown, but he didn't stop talking, and quickly ate most of his box of pizza.And Garald didn't speak, and Steve didn't have the slightest intention to solve the problems for his netizens. He even got up quickly to get another copy, and before Mr. Elf finished destroying the first box, he successfully sold it with The speed of the super soldier sent the second box of pizza into his stomach, which still had something to say.

"Uh, another piece?"

I remembered that when I held a party in the Avengers Building, this guy was also unique among the crowd who were fighting for drinks, and he ate most of the things on the table without hesitation.Garald thought for a while, and passed the pizza in his hand.The captain also took it silently, bit his mouth silently, and continued to maintain zero communication with his netizens, showing no signs of softening.

Finally sure that he really pissed off the netizens this time, Mr. Elf took a deep breath and suddenly panicked.

"I……"

Unconsciously, he put on his most pitiful expression, after all, he used to be the little devil who made Glorfindel so angry that he wanted to commit domestic violence every now and then, and occasionally he needed to admit his mistake or something.Although Garald didn't know whether this would work for Captain America as well, but judging from the momentary loose eyes of the other party, it should still be possible to give it a try.

"Won't things get better if I say I'm sorry?"

Sighing, he adjusted his chair to face Steve.Mr. Elf glanced at the uniform that had not been changed on the other party. He wanted to pull his cuffs, but found that this action was too unfriendly to the tights, so he turned a corner halfway and pulled his cuffs. Straps: "I shouldn't have just run out of the building like that, I should have discussed it with you in advance."

"..." Steve finally turned his head, his eyes as blue as the sea looked straight at him.

"Neither should I hide it from you, whether it's a nightmare, 'Sin''s trap, or an event I'm planning to do."

And as if encouraged by his gaze finally looking at him, Jialuode found that self-criticism didn't seem to be as difficult as he imagined. Don't want to worry you, Cap. I really, really didn't…"

No distrust of you.

"Then you never thought that keeping me in the dark would worry me more?"

After watching him for a long time, Mr. Elf began to wonder if he said something wrong again.Steve was like a screw finally loosened, sighed softly, turned around and faced the person beside him:

"Honestly, are you really sorry, Jiajia?"

I don't want to perfunctory my netizens.Garald tilted his head, carefully pondered his current feelings for a while, and then nodded seriously: "Really."

"Then if there was a next time, would you do the same thing?" Steve continued to ask.

"..."

But this time, the elf fell silent indefinitely.

Judging by his reaction, he knew that the problem between them was far from being resolved.Although it was Captain America who decided to let Garald figure it out for himself, he was not going to drag this matter until tomorrow when they got on the Quinjet machine. All are.

So, looking up at the Avengers in the living room who were already having fun, Steve coughed lightly.The sound was not loud, but it seemed to overwhelm all the hustle and bustle, pressing the still button for the whole villa.

Everyone on the sofa froze for a moment.

"That's almost it for today, folks."

The first to stand up, Dr. Banner smiled and looked around his teammates, and quickly took Tony's paw off his shoulder:

"Early to bed and early to rise is an excellent habit, I hope everyone can have it... At least let me be your bottom line and stick to it."

"I agree." Putting the wine glass back on the table from her mouth, Natasha stretched pretendingly, and cast her eyes slowly to her side: "I flew ten hours today to come back, I urgently need Sleep to replenish your strength...By the way, I will have a room of my own, right?"

As she said that, she also showed the exhaustion on her face after the long journey, as if the black widow would really be exhausted by the ten-hour flight.

"Of course, of course."

Originally, he was lying on the sofa like a fool, with his feet on the coffee table.Hearing her words, the president's father immediately jumped up from the spot, and by the way, pulled Sol who was confused and didn't know what happened, and dragged him towards the stairs leading to the second floor:

"Each of us has a room, get a good night's sleep, how about meeting at seven tomorrow morning? Or does someone need to repair equipment? Then we need to postpone the meeting for a while. After all, my laboratory was destroyed by those disgusting things. The things are not so complete... By the way, Jarvis, can you make up for me tonight..."

"Of course, Sir."

A metallic voice came from behind the ceiling. The AI ​​quietly interrupted the ramblings of its creators, just like countless times before, and thoughtfully arranged the rooms for each of them.

"I really need to get a good night's sleep... no, take a shower first."

Following Tony out of the living room, Falcon yawned a little.Before stepping on the stairs, he still didn't forget to turn his head and nod to the two of them: "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, Sam."

Shaking his head slightly, Steve also calmly answered such a sentence.

Just like that, the living room, which was extremely lively just now, was soon emptied, and only Mr. Elf and his netizens were still sitting at the dining table, facing each other, getting along alone in this huge space.

Garald was dumbfounded.

"Now we can have a good talk."

Showing him a faint smile, Steve Rogers stood up under Jarod's shocked gaze and pushed his chair away.Then, unexpectedly, he stretched out his hand through the opponent's armpit, and with a slight force, he lifted the elf up and let him sit on the dining table in front of him.

It's like trying to trap a person in a cage made of the body.

Garald, who was on the table before he could react: ...? ? ?