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None of them seemed to be planning to speak first.

Sitting at the dining table, staring at Captain America who was leaning his arms on his side and looking down at him.Garrod twitched the corners of his mouth, looking confused, as if he didn't understand how things turned out like this.

And Steve obviously didn't want to explain to him.Maybe he simply disliked the chair that was a bit crowded for a super soldier, or maybe his consciousness needed such a posture to highlight the serious atmosphere between the two.When Garald realized that his big-breasted netizen was quietly stuffing him into his arms in various ways at the moment, he had almost retreated to the limit of what he could back up, with his knees on Steve's thighs , The knee socket was firmly stuck by the edge of the table, and he could only look at the other party silently at an elevated angle, and soon felt the pain in his neck.

In fact, although this gesture seems unfair, it is actually more unfriendly to Steve than to Garrod.After all, as long as Mr. Elf moves his knees and exerts some force, Captain America's key parts will suffer a painful blow that has never been seen before or since, leaving behind an absolutely unforgettable psychological shadow.

However, Garrod obviously didn't intend to do this, whether it was for his family's netizens or himself.

"I know what you want to say to me."

Stretching out his finger and poking at Steve's chest, Mr. Elf stepped back a little so that he could no longer see the man's chin, with an expression between 'I don't mind apologizing to you' Between 'but I don't intend to change': "But if we can't reach a consensus, do we still have to discuss this matter and come up with a result?"

"What do you think?" Following his movement, he lowered his head again, so close that they almost touched each other's foreheads.The corner of Steve's mouth moved at a frequency visible to the naked eye, and it was fixed on a certain dangerous arc, obviously laughing angrily at Garrod's righteousness: "I can spend the whole night with you like this."

"At Tony's dining table?" Determined to play dead to the end, Garrod shrugged slightly: "I really didn't expect you to like this, it sounds a bit exciting. Although I am really willing, but you are not afraid of us Is this the end of his friendship?"

"..."

It took Captain America five seconds to realize what he heard, and another five seconds to make sure that was really what he heard.And before he opened his mouth to speak, Jarvis's calm and polite voice sounded from the ceiling without warning, startling the two of them suddenly.

"Gentlemen."

After a pause, the AI ​​continued politely: "'Tell those two old people, I don't mind them messing around on my dining table, not at all, unless their noise makes me unable to sleep, then I will I'm going to turn on the camera and broadcast the whole process... Yes, just tell them, don't mention that I'm doing this now, and don't say that I let you record it, Dad loves you'. The above is what Sir hoped for me 1 minute ago pass on your words."

"..."

There was a dead silence in the living room.

In the next second, Tony Stark's wailing sounded from the PA system, and it could be heard clearly mixed with other people's kind chuckles: "Jarvis? When did I offend you?!"

And Jarvis's voice remained unchanged.

"No, Sir."

"So are you going to ask me to rewrite your program?"

"I don't think it's necessary."

"Then you are planning to let me donate you to the university, and I told you that I will do it when I go back."

"..."

Although I am very grateful to AI for guarding Iron Man's last conscience and avoiding the possibility of smashing a hole in his red-gold armor with a shield one day in the future, it does not mean that Steve is willing to listen. This one-person-one-machine fights each other in the time that should belong to me and Jialuode alone.So, after brewing his emotions, Steve slowly raised his head, looked at the soft light on the ceiling, and at the same time held down his own netizen who was trying to sneak away while taking this opportunity.

"Turn off the monitor, then close your eyes and go to sleep, Tony."

Speaking in his most serious and Captain America tone, he narrowed his eyes slightly: "Or I'll go up and knock you out, and you choose one."

"Thank you, but I don't want to choose any of them." The president's father muttered: "And I think you should be clear, that is, I am in my house now, and I have the right to do what I want..."

"Stark." His voice dropped even lower.

"...anything, fine."

The threats in Captain America's tone can be heard even by the deaf.Since he liked his head quite a bit, and didn't want anyone to make a hole in it in any way, Tony could only reluctantly wave his hand: "You guys go on. Jarvis, the executive program sleeps on the first floor."

The AI ​​responded calmly.Immediately, the lights in the living room gradually went out following the silence of the artificial intelligence, leaving only the display light on the refrigerator still emitting a blue light, which was drawn out on the floor in conjunction with the silvery-white moon halo falling from the floor-to-ceiling windows. A long, long shadow.

Surrounded by a gentle darkness like water, the outlines of the two people who were almost close together were vaguely outlined.After the sight loses its effect, other senses are also infinitely magnified.The breathing by the ear, the temperature of the human body, and even the hand on the shoulder are unprecedentedly clear, engraving the breath of the other party into every cell bit by bit, igniting the heartbeat in the chest that is gradually beating like a drum.

"Are you really not thinking about it anymore?" The hand on the elf's shoulder moved, stroking the back of his neck.Steve took a deep breath, spoke first, and asked.

Garrod blinked.

"Uh, we have to fly a long distance tomorrow, and there must be a fierce battle." He replied awkwardly: "And the dining table is too hard, and I am really tired, so I may not be able to last the whole night."

The air became silent again.

After a somewhat awkward silence, Steve said slowly: "I mean, do you want to think about it again, and don't keep me out of your plan."

"I'm really scared, Jiajia."

The corners of his mouth were tightened, as if he was not used to expressing such weak emotions, he paused and sighed silently.Although he could only vaguely see the outline of the other party in the darkness, he still lowered his head precisely and pressed against Jarod's forehead:

"I do worry, and I do prevent you from doing some dangerous things, but you can't deprive me of the right to know, especially about you. I don't want to miss anything."

What he said was very sincere, and there was a faint hurt in his voice, which was much more difficult to resist than an exasperated questioning.Garrod sat there in silence for a while, feeling the heat on his forehead that didn't belong to him, and finally stretched out his hand slowly, tentatively hooking the opponent's uniform.

"Maybe I should apologize to you again."

He smiled wryly: "You know, I really didn't mean to make you sad...I just think that instead of having one more person in fear, it's better to put the established facts in front of you, maybe you won't suffer so much."

But in contrast, the loss of being rejected and rejected will be doubled.

"And you can't just do what you think is good for me."

Couldn't help tightening his hands, Steve's voice was very soft: "I am willing to respect all your decisions and plans, worry about you, and bear everything for you. No matter how painful these are, they are also important to me. It will always be better than being concealed by you."

After a moment of silence, Jarod moved his palm and slowly pressed it against the opponent's chest.The other hand went around behind his back, inserted between the not-so-soft blond hair, and tugged lightly.

"I know what I'm doing." Mr. Elf's voice was firm, but also with a slight sense of relaxation: "You understand, no matter when, I can be responsible for my actions."

"Yes, I understand." Steve sighed again, not minding that the other party messed up his hair, and even posted it further:

"But in the same way, I can also choose to worry about you every time, and choose to protect you according to my own principles... You can't make me deny this."

There are such paradoxes in the world, there are such contradictions that are obviously for each other, but ultimately hurt each other.They may never be able to agree on this issue, but in any case, they will try to make a compromise, for each other, as well as for themselves.

"Then this matter is over?"

Burying his face into Steve's collar, Garrod lightly pecked his side neck covered in gunpowder smoke and dust, and spoke vaguely.

"no way."

also replied.Steve also turned his head and kissed his hair, his forehead.Then he found soft lips, and covered them gently and firmly.

There is a familiar breath between the lips and teeth, as well as the possessiveness and desire from the other party through the tip of the tongue, which cannot be ignored.Jialuode raised his eyebrows, something flashed in his eyes, and then he responded forcefully, as fiercely as if he wanted to tear people apart.

"...Garrod?"

Obviously frightened by the elves' unprecedented enthusiasm.Steve froze for a moment, but was quickly pulled down by the other party, not allowing him to be distracted.And before he could react, the uniform on his body had been deftly untied, a slightly cool hand stuck to the skin, stroked along the waistline, and soon reached an unbearable Degree.

so active?

Since Garald had done this, he would naturally not refuse his kindness.Steve's gaze paused, and then he fought back unwillingly to show weakness, tearing at the shoulder straps of the elf's combat uniform, and a dark flame finally began to ignite in his eyes.

However, just when he tore off the opponent's collar and was ready to go.

"Okay, we should go back to bed too."

The whole elf shrank, and slipped out of his netizen's arms like a cunning fish.Garald blinked, and before Steve could react, he quickly ran up the stairs with long legs, and waved back to his netizen: "I really have something to do tomorrow."

Immediately, he disappeared at the stairs, and after a few seconds, there was the sound of the door being closed on the second floor, mixed with the elf's mischievous laughter.

Only Captain America was left standing in the living room with a dazed face, like a big golden retriever that was discarded.

Steve:  …

I vacillated for a long time between "go up and smash the door and fuck him to death on the bed" and "go back to my room and take a cold shower", but I regretted choosing the latter.Steve sighed, glanced at his baggy pants, hated Captain America's sense of duty more than ever.

Of course, he will remember to settle the account together :-)

I just felt my hair stand on end for a while.Jarod, who was turning on the shower, suddenly sneezed, and silently turned the water up a bit.