[Comprehensive British and American] Space Patrolman Hydra

The second movie was almost over, and Hydera slowly woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he was dazzled by the blood red on the screen.

She blinked her eyes, staring at the blood splashed on the lens, feeling a little dazed.

"...so exciting?"

she murmured.

She didn't realize that she had fallen asleep.I feel that it is just a moment of closing and opening my eyes, and the peaceful and peaceful natural scenery that is full of sleep desire has turned into a bloody intrigue between you and me.

Maybe she wasn't paying enough attention when doing her homework... Why didn't she remember such an exciting plot mentioned in the synopsis?

——Because the second movie is a spy movie.

Steve Rogers thought to himself.

"Well, it's really exciting."

The blond man, who had sat motionless for two movies, nodded in cooperation, not disguising the very carefree performance of the blond girl after she fell asleep and woke up beautifully.

The movie ends.Hydera, who walked out of the theater, looked up at the wall clock, only to realize that the time was two hours longer than scheduled.

She looked at the time, at the man with normal behavior, then at the time, then at the man with a calm expression——

Hydera suddenly realized and knocked on the palm of his hand.

She must have watched the movie wrong.

"It's past one o'clock, what should we eat?"

The blonde girl pretended to lower her head to think, and then pretended to be natural and said the place she had chosen a long time ago.

"I remember there was a family restaurant nearby...the environment is nice, and their baked rice is also very good...especially the cheese baked rice. They also offer a variety of sauces for fried eggs."

——Cheese baked rice and fried eggs on one side.

Steve Rogers raised his eyebrows slightly.

"What do you like to eat?"

he asked suddenly.

"I?"

A simple question, but Hydera behaved as if he had encountered a problem of the century.She frowned and looked up at the sky thinking, tapped her chin with her index finger, and said uncertainly.

"...I seem to like everything?"

"really?"

"Really!" Hydera began to snap his fingers, "Steamed, boiled, black pepper, teriyaki, cauliflower, potatoes, fish, shrimp, beef, goat, milk tea, cola, hamburger, french fries, fried chicken, beer, mille-feuille, pan, and Xindi blizzard, I love them all."

Steve Rogers lowered his head slightly, staring at the blonde girl who kept announcing the names of the dishes in one breath, and her eyes became brighter as she spoke.

"There's no food I don't like, anyway—humans are uniquely gifted at cooking!"

Hydera, who was getting more and more greedy, swallowed unconsciously, suddenly realized her gaffe, and hurriedly stopped before the saliva overflowed.

...Humans don't seem to like women who eat a lot?

She was annoyed and at a loss for a moment, and quickly wanted to take back what she said just now, and wanted to simply make jokes, but she wasn't sure which was the best way to deal with it.Goldilocks tugged at the hem of her dress.I don't know what to say to maintain a good image in front of men to the greatest extent.

She looked up uncomfortably, then froze.

"......You smiled!"

Hydera pointed out in surprise that the entanglement just now was completely thrown out of the blue.

"Huh? How can there be?"

Subconsciously, Steve Rogers wanted to deny it.Until he stretched out his hand to touch the corner of his lips, and was surprised to confirm that he touched the upward arc.He suddenly realized that he was actually smiling.

He didn't even know when it started.

"Probably because of the anticipation of the food."

The blond man put down his hand, his unconcealed smile was unrestrained, naturally brisk.

"By the way, cheese baked rice and fried eggs are my favorites—isn't it a coincidence?"

he said meaningfully.

Standing behind him were two capable, intelligent and successful women, Hydera, who began to play dumb: "...hehe."

It went surprisingly smoothly.

The alien girl looked at the man's handsome face that was soft and glowing because of his smile, and thought happily.

— but those who stayed at home were less optimistic.

Tony Stark rested his chin on his left hand and held a fork in his right hand, poking the steak on the plate once and for all, sitting on pins and needles.

"Leave the steak alone, it also has the pride and principles of being a steak."

Grant Batuk looked at the poor steak that had been poked beyond recognition by the inventor, and couldn't help but reach out and pull the plate away.

"If you poke it again, it will become meat paste."

Tony Stark's fork "ding" into the marble table, the sharp friction sound and the cold and hard reaction made him shake and throw the fork away, and regained his senses.

"You said I was handsome and charming, rich and talented, considerate and romantic; you, uh...you are also pretty good. Why did she let the two of us dislike it and like Captain America?"

The great inventor was frustrated and wondered.

"That guy is not easy to chase."

"If you can't count my good points, I can point them out to you."

Grant Turank rolled his eyes at the great inventor's narcissism.

"I'm tall, I don't have a belly, I have eight-pack abs, and mermaid lines, I'm young."

A middle-aged inventor who is not tall, has a small belly, barely two packs of abs, and has no mermaid line at all: …

"I'll ask Fury to deduct your salary." The short brother dragged back his steak plate, making a ruthless decision.

Grant Bartuk decisively changed the subject.

"I'm actually wondering why you're so down on their date."

"Bet a hundred dollars." The inventor sneered, "No game."

"I think it's just the opposite." Mr. Agent shrugged. "Call, $[-], there's something going on."

Edwin interrupted: "Sir, I have recorded the bet, please prepare a hundred dollars."

"..." The inventor felt that Grant and Edwin must have read a lot of Hydra's love novels, "Give me a reason to be optimistic about them."

"You were in the lab yesterday, so you probably didn't know about it." Grant Batuk broke the news, "After Hydera invited him out on a date tomorrow, the captain didn't care about reading at all. He sat on the sofa in a daze with the novel, and it took an hour to turn it over. three pages."

Inventor cuts steak unimpressed: "I'm more inclined that he's thinking of ways to be able to say no to her without being too tough."

"If he really wants to refuse..." Grant Bartuk smiled meaningfully, looking like a master of the truth.

"It won't be wandering around the room at ten o'clock in the evening looking for clothes."

The steak snapped from Tony Stark's fork and crashed onto the table.

"...Huh?" He was dumbfounded, "Seriouly?"

"It's absolutely true," Mr. Agent nodded, "He even came to ask for my reference."

——The captain was wearing a dark green long-sleeved and white denim jacket when he knocked on the door.

"That's why you chose the white coat for her?"

Tony Stark suddenly realized, and got the affirmation of Grant Bartook.

"So I think you think too ideally of the captain."

Mr. Agent prodded the fried eggs on the plate with a fork.

"The captain is indeed traditional and old-fashioned, and he also had a favorite object-but he is not the saint hero who lives in Hydera's best-selling love novels, holding the love for only one person as eternity... We are all adults, let’s be more realistic, the past tense that can’t continue can only be in the past tense, who wants to stay where they are when they can move forward?”

He looked at the pattern on the fried egg that could barely be seen to be a hydra, rolled up the fried egg with satisfaction, and swallowed it.

"If he really intends to be a bachelor for the rest of his life, he will directly reject Hydera's request, regardless of whether he is wrong or not."

The agent chewing on the fried egg said vaguely: "Captain America is difficult to control, and he will refuse without hesitation if he disagrees with it - this is the bold bar written by S.H.I.E.L.D. in Captain America's psychological analysis file."

"Swallow the fried egg before talking." Tony Stark looked disgusted.

"...God, Tony Stark took care of etiquette like a nagging old father. Whoever writes this news will definitely win a Pulitzer Prize."

Grant Bartook rolled his eyes, swallowed the fried egg, and concluded.

"So I think, from a certain point of view, they may be unexpectedly suitable."

"I'm so full—"

Hydera narrowed her eyes, stretched her waist, and was so comfortable that tears were seeping from the corners of her eyes.

Dining with Steve Rogers was surprisingly enjoyable.

Because she ate a lot, the transformed man also ate a lot.The two big eaters looked at each other's dense orders, and quickly reached an agreement after some probing. They completely let go of their appetites, and almost ate the entire menu under the stunned stare of the store manager.

"Then next is the New York Museum of Modern Art—"

She was about to take a step when her arm was pulled.

Steve Rogers has always been a gentleman and followed Hydera's plan.But now he felt he couldn't let Goldilocks run around.

"Is this your first date?"

He didn't let go, and asked the girl who looked back at him in surprise.

"..."

Although the blonde girl didn't speak, "how did you know" was unabashedly written all over her face.

Steve Rogers laughed again.

This time he couldn't stop his smile at all, and the smile got bigger and bigger, from just a polite twitch at the corner of his mouth to an uncontrollable laugh, and he laughed out loud.

He desperately pressed the corner of his mouth and said.

"Because, no woman who has dating experience will make a dating schedule and send it to the opposite sex for confirmation. When dating, she still holds the list, just like going to the supermarket to shop. If you find one, just tick it?"

......

Hydera silently hid the schedule in her hand behind her back.

"Okay, my little lady."

After laughing, Steve Rogers stepped back slightly, leaned against the wall relaxedly, bent his back, and moved to the same level as Goldilocks, looking directly into those round black eyes.

"tell me."

he asked in a low voice.

"Today's movie, food, and the next exhibition, evening walk on Art Street, do you like it?"

The author says:

Hydera: I don't have anything I particularly like, but you are my favorite.

Tony Stark: You guys are really a good fit from the point of view of the bucket.