I plant trees in the superhero world

Cyril sat on the back seat of Steve's motorcycle and went home together. It was almost summer, and the night was not cold. The evening wind blowing on his face made his drowsy mind somewhat clear.

The doctor checked him before that this is the sequelae of being drugged, and it will be fine if he sleeps a few more times and his metabolism passes.

"How did you come earlier than the police?" Cyril wondered.

"After I heard them analyze the murderer at the police station, I asked Tony to help me find his address. Tony found out that he had recently rented a house outside with his parents' identity. Once it was photographed, it was deduced that the place of his crime should be there."

Steve is still terrified when he thinks back to what he found in the refrigerator of that house with Bau. If they hadn't happened to be on the phone when Cyril disappeared, he might not have discovered Cyril's disappearance in time. A little later, maybe... the thought of that terrible ending made Steve want to turn around and beat Samuel up.

At this time, they did not know that Samuel had successfully escaped.

"However, you came in time." If they came one minute later, they would see Sira beating Samuel violently, and his vest would be lost.

Cyril is belatedly aware of his and Steve's pose, Captain America's stature is known to be almost the perfect limit of human stature, and he's now sitting on the back of his motorcycle with his thighs sandwiching Steve's , he could feel Steve's muscle lines through two layers of pants...

Cyril silently separated his thighs a little to the side.

Steve glanced down, wishing he could snap the leg back by hand.He cleared his throat, "This is on the road, there are cars coming and going, be careful not to fall."

It’s okay if Steve doesn’t say it, Cyril is a person with big brains, when Steve said this, he immediately made up all kinds of tragedies when he fell off the motorcycle and hit the street. I fell off the back seat, and my elbows were worn out. If I fell from a high-speed motorcycle, I would have died a terrible death.

Cyril put his hand on Steve's shoulder cowardly.

At the beginning, I had nothing to say, "Didn't you drive your off-road vehicle? Why did you switch back to your small motorcycle today?"

"As soon as I knew you were in an accident, I hurried out. It's easy to get stuck in traffic if you drive, but it's more convenient to use a motorcycle."

"...Thank you." It seems that no one has been so worried about his safety for a long time. In the basement, he didn't react when he saw Peter rushing in to beat Samuel, but when Steve rushed into the room , he felt a surge of joy in addition to being shocked, almost making himself dizzy.

When you have a good impression of a person, every little thing he does is a bonus item, not to mention that he is now saving you in a critical situation like being kidnapped. At this time, people who have not been touched yet , mostly rocks.

Although after the incident in Gotham, Cyril felt that the sense of security still depends on himself, and only when he becomes stronger can he feel safe; but in matters such as relationships, he really needs the other half to give him a sense of security, And what could be more secure than when someone you like shows up to save you before the police?

Of course Cyril is not a stone. If it weren’t for his nature to have a little inner show of the southern Chinese, influenced by the 20 years of American enthusiasm and extroversion, he would be more restrained at this time, otherwise, at this time, He might kiss Steve like in the movie.

Imagining the scene of two people kissing passionately, Cyril was shy and a little creepy, it was just imagining, and his goosebumps came up again, if he really hugged Steve, he might kick Steve Husband kick fly...

Forget it, I'd better adjust my mentality with Dr. Hannibal before looking for Steve, lest I just want to dump him after being with him...

It was already three o'clock in the morning when Steve sent Cyril home, and Steve was about to leave, it was so late, it was too much for Steve to drive back to Brooklyn by himself.

"Why don't you stay and sleep overnight." Cyril couldn't bear it, "Anyway, I still have a room at home."

The big golden retriever's eyes lit up, with a little hope in his eyes, but he pretended to decline, "Will I bother you?"

Seeing Steve's way of probing so obviously that he wanted to agree immediately, Cyril thought it was funny, "Okay, if you want to live, you can live there, and you are obviously willing to pretend." He closed the door by himself, pointing to the door of the bathroom Position "You go take a shower, I'll get you clothes."

After knowing each other for so long, it was really the first time for Steve to "visit" Cyril's bathroom.

At this time, compared with Cyril's bathroom, he still knew how rough he was.His bathroom only has ordinary soap and white towels. In Cyril’s bathroom, there are hand sanitizer, facial cleanser, razor, shaving cream, hair spray, hair dryer, etc. on the sink. Steve's own bathroom has a lot more stuff.

Steve took a bottle of facial cleanser and read the instructions carefully. Do boys use so many things on their faces in this day and age?

When Cyril came in with the clothes, he saw Steve frowning and staring at the facial cleanser in his hand with a searching look, and looked at high-risk weapons.

Cyril snatched the facial cleanser with his hands, "What's the matter, it's just a bottle of facial cleanser, it's like looking at something."

"No." Steve explained, "I just don't think facial cleanser is for girls, why are you using it too?"

Cyril joked, "Yes, it's for girls. In my house, there are a bunch of beautiful girls from time to time. Of course, I need to prepare some facial cleanser."

Steve glanced at Cyril, and Cyril could hardly see a little "blame" in his eyes. "It says facial cleanser for men."

Cyril laughed, "Grandpa, it's normal for men to use some facial cleanser these days. You just need to get used to it. I don't have much of it. Bu...I have friends who are more delicate than me."

Steve realized who the name Cyril had changed was.

"Don't call me grandpa, I'm only 26 years old." Others say that Steve's old Popsicle or ninety years old is nothing to him, but it doesn't work from Cyril. Cyril is so much older.

Cyril still put the clothes in Steve's arms, "Okay, brother, you are the youngest. Go take a shower, I don't have any size clothes, this is already my loosest clothes, try your best." He took out the clothes again. A box of unopened underwear, "Here, new ones, here you are."

When Steve came out in that tight suit, Cyril "..."

You know, although Steve is not fat, his physique is much stronger than Cyril's. The clothes are fine, and the underwear bought according to Cyril's size is really... the shape that Steve stretched out. ...

Ah—he died—

"Go take a shower."

Cyril walked into the bathroom in a state of wandering spirit.

Steve looked at the blushing on Cyril's face that he didn't realize, and then looked down at his... the clothes he didn't adapt to just now, and now he thinks it's possible, and it's okay.

The news that the serial killer was caught but escaped was aroused, and the major newspapers rushed to report this kind of big news, especially the ogre. Among the five missing people, except for the two who were rescued in the end, the others were unexpectedly All were dismembered and eaten. The police also found the food cooked by Samuel Williams from his residence. After testing, it was the muscle tissue of the third deceased. The police almost didn't spit it out.

In the end, such a frenzied ogre escaped, what use are you police? !

Immediately, all the news and newspapers were all about this ogre, and every missing person was on the news. Of course, even if Cyril didn't want to, he would also appear in the newspapers...

Forget it, at least he doesn't have a negative image, so let's get on it.

All of a sudden, Cyril's various social softwares were noisy, and his former classmates and friends all popped up to show concern for him.When Cyril was studying in the past, his personality was dictated by his personality. Although he didn't have any particularly close friends, his relationship was still passable. Now that he encountered the news that he almost died, everyone would naturally be concerned.

The previous night when Qin’s ability rioted, it took a long time for Charles to suppress it. His brain was too exhausted, and he fell asleep until two o’clock in the afternoon. He had a headache for a while, and even if the children bombed the school, he would clean them up later.

Charles wanted to pick up the mobile phone on the bedside table, but touched the paper.

Who sneaked into his room?

What are you doing here with a few sheets of paper?

Charles sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, only then did he see clearly that it was a newspaper, he picked it up casually, and found the genuine copy, "The ogre escaped, what use is the police raised by our taxpayers?!"

Under the heading was a picture of the ogre, and a picture of the five missing people—O Papa's Cyril! ! ! !

Even in the small and touching photo below, Charles recognized the black-haired and blue-eyed Cyril at a glance, and when he connected with the ogre, Charles almost fainted on the spot.

Then he saw the words "the last two abductees were rescued" circled in red pen in the text. Charles took out the counting level of elementary school students and counted that his own cub was the fifth... It's okay.

Knowing that Cyril was fine, he calmed down and thought about it. Usually newspapers are delivered to the office, but today this newspaper was specially delivered to his bedside and circled with a red pen. It must have been done by Kuaiyin and the others.

"Pietro, come to my office." Pietro, who was listening to the song, suddenly heard the professor's voice in his head, and quickly went to the principal's office.

Cyril also slept for a long time. It was after two o'clock in the afternoon that he was waiting for Captain America's lunch on the table. He raised his fork and waited eagerly.

He had eaten something made by Steve before, and he had to, not to mention that he was hungry now, and he was looking forward to the steak he fried.

Suddenly, Cyril's cell phone rang. It was the cell phone that Peter gave him last night with a cracked glass screen. Damn Samuel, he was going to spend money to buy a cell phone again.

Cyril glanced at the phone, but he didn't expect it to be Charles, but it was true. When he was studying with Charles, there were newspapers on his desk. Didn't expect Charles to see the news so late, under normal circumstances It won't be like this, could it be that something happened in the academy...

"Good afternoon, Charles."

"Cyril, I saw the newspaper, you are not hurt." Charles' voice in the receiver was as elegant as ever, but Cyril could easily hear his concern.

He smiled, "It's okay, don't worry."

"Aren't you at home? I'm at your door, and there's no response when I knock on the door." Charles was holding the phone and sitting in a wheelchair at the door of Cyril's apartment in Brooklyn, next to Pietro who was bored waiting.

Cyrillic"……"

It's over, he didn't seem to tell Charles about his move.You know, he first moved to get away from Steve, and then he went to England, and he forgot about it.

Well, he admitted, he had forgotten Charles.

Although he recognized Charles, even if he changed his name to "Dad" now, it's okay, but the recognition in his heart is not the same as being really familiar with Charles and treating Charles as a relative. He respects Charles, but the time when Charles appeared in his life is indeed Shorter, emotional recognition does not mean subconsciously remembering this person.

For example, although he has a good impression of Steve now, when Steve brought his face closer, he still subconsciously retracted his head.

He didn't think about Charles at ordinary times, and he always had serious business in the college, so he couldn't mention the little things in daily life, so he naturally wouldn't think of telling Charles about his move.

just now……

Cyril sighed, "I'm sorry, Charles, I've moved, I live in Queens now..." He said the new address, "I'm at home now, you can come over anytime."

Charles couldn't tell what it was like, after all, it was his father who was absent from his life.

"Okay, I'm coming over now."

Really come here now.

Not long after hanging up the phone, the doorbell rang, and Pietro's voice rang outside the door.

Cyril looked at Steve who was still waving a spatula in the kitchen, and then at the door that was ringing. What's the matter with being caught and raped?

Steve poked his head out from the kitchen, "Cyril, the doorbell is ringing, why don't you go and check."

Why is there a sense of sight as an old couple?

Cyril was going to be drunk with his own brain, he hurried to open the door, Charles was outside the door, but what about Pietro?But "Cyril" didn't know Pietro, so he couldn't ask directly.

"Charles, are you alone? I seem to have heard someone else's voice just now." Cyril offered to help Charles push the wheelchair through the door.

"My student sent me here. He left beforehand." Charles smiled slightly. He had already glanced at Cyril quickly, and he should not be injured, so he was relieved.

Charles glanced in the direction of the kitchen, "Is your pot still cooking?" He heard some movement.

Just as Cyril was about to explain, Steve held up a spatula and poked his head from the kitchen, "Cyril, who—" the voice stopped abruptly.

Cyril and Steve sat at the dining table, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward. Cyril took the initiative to ask, "Charles, have you had lunch? Do you want to eat some too?"

Steve took the initiative to say, "I can fry another steak right away." It was good to show performance in front of Cyril's father.

Charles smirked, "No, I've eaten."

"There was a little trouble in the college last night. I didn't get up until two o'clock, and then I saw the news in the newspaper. Now that you are fine, I am relieved."

This just confirmed Cyril's speculation "It's all right, Charles, I'm not hurt, and Steve also showed up quickly."

Yes, fortunately he found it in time.Steve's mind was filled with memories of Samuel Williams' blood-red refrigerator.

Charles "..." wanted to hit someone.

Steve thought again of the iron chain on Cyril's ankle. Cyril loves to be clean, but yesterday he stayed on that dirty bed, and there were still red marks on his ankle. Although it was a minor injury, if he He wouldn't care if he was like this, but he felt distressed because Cyril was so delicate and tender and had never suffered.

Charles "..." wanted to turn people into fools.

Cyril looked at Steve's silent look, and then at Charles' darkening face, he stabbed Steve, shut up!What are you imagining, Charles wants to kill someone!

Steve was taken aback by the poke, seeing Cyril's anxious and irritable little expression, cute, wanting to beep—(silenced), it's over, it seems to have reacted...

Charles "..."

It's getting colder, let Captain America retire.