[Comprehensive British and American] Space Patrolman Hydra

Hydera did not answer immediately.

She quietly stuffed the schedule into her pocket, then gathered her white coat, buried her face in the furry collar, only revealing a pair of dark eyes, staring up at Steve Rogers.

A series of movements are concealed and natural, but they cannot escape the soldiers' eyes.

"You don't like these?"

He watched the little ostrich trying to bury his head in the sand, and habitually took on a commanding tone.

"—tell me the truth."

"It's not that I don't like..."

Breathing on the fur collar, Hydera looked away, watched the fur on the collar rise and fall, and whispered.

She didn't know what else to say at this moment other than lying...but she never learned to lie.

“Literary movies, baked rice with cheese, fried eggs on the side, art exhibitions—you may not hate them, but you don’t like them either.”

He reached out, quickly pulled out the pocket schedule before Hydera could react, opened it, and saw the plan for several days as expected.The small print is densely packed, marked with pens of various colors, all of which are things he likes.

"But these aren't your favorites, they're my favorites, aren't they?"

Hydera completely buried her head now.

——Seeing this kind of reaction, what else do you not understand?

Steve Rogers stuffed the book back into Goldilocks' pocket, sighed, amused and frustrated, and ruffled his hair.

"I have to admit that I haven't made any progress in these years. It's really a failure to let the lady accommodate me."

He made up his mind.Standing up straight away from the wall, he gazed at Goldilocks with intense concentration.

"—Then it's my turn now."

Hydera couldn't understand what Steve Rogers meant for a moment.

Until the man found a pen and a joke book out of nowhere.

"What do you like?—not just anything, but what you really like."

Steve Rogers held a small notebook in one hand and a pen in the other, asking questions seriously.

"What kind of movie? What kind of music? What kind of book? What kind of food? What kind of sports? What kind of entertainment?"

"..."

Hydera opened her mouth slightly, her eyes slowly widened.

"Are these important to you? Worth writing down one by one?" she asked.

"What's important..."

Steve Rogers said slowly.

"If you still want to date me in the future, then that's the most important thing."

——Too foul.

This is totally foul play.

"......Oops."

Hydera muttered to herself, and reached out to touch the position of the mimetic heart.That place was throbbing crazily at the moment, and it made her internal organs ache.

—Like fire meets gunpowder.

"Then you have to remember."

She puts her hands down.

"I like romance movies, inspirational movies, action movies and sci-fi movies; I like rhythm and blues and rock; I like romance novels and detective novels; my favorite food is Coke, ice cream and beef burgers; I like swimming and shooting; I like playing games, watching Novels, movies—but don't like being alone."

"Okay, I've written it all down."

Steve Rogers stopped writing, scanned the content, and got an idea.

"I had a good time in the morning, thank you." He put away the book, raised his arm to Hydera, and motioned for her to pull it up.

"Next, it's the man's turn to curry favor with the lady."

Hydera carefully put her hand in Steve Rogers' arms.Under the surprised and curious eyes of all kinds of passers-by, a serious and dreamy handover was completed.

Steve Rogers took Hydra to a nearby arcade.

Hydera looked up at the fluorescent signs and colorful decorations silently, and then at the serious man who was out of tune with this place, the ridicule in his eyes almost overflowed.

"—Don't look at me, this is my first time here."

Steve Rogers raised his hand to block the gaze of the blonde girl, and explained with some embarrassment.

"I also heard from others that there is a video game city here that is very popular with young people. They recommended me to familiarize myself with entertainment in contemporary society."

"So you don't know what's in there?"

"do not know."

Steve Rogers honestly.

"Well......"

Hydera touched her chin, thinking about which machine is suitable for this restrained soldier.

"Ah! Got it." She blinked. "How about our shooting game?"

"With me, game shooting?"

Super soldier, Captain America, World War II veteran, Steve Rogers slowly repeats Hydra's gauntlet, raising his eyebrows subtly.

"Are you sure? Stop thinking about it?"

Hydera's desire to win was aroused by Dabing's inadvertent pride.

She ran to the counter to change a bag of game coins, dragged Steve Rogers to the basketball machine, stuffed a basketball into the soldier's hand without any explanation, rolled up her sleeves and picked one up herself, then raised her chin at the soldier, The corners of the eyes and the ends of the eyebrows are filled with "comparison if you have the ability".

Totally provocative.But it's not annoying, but naturally cute.

Steve Rogers thought to himself, with a rare sense of humor, adding fuel to the girl's blazing fighting spirit.

"What if you lose?"

"??? What? I won't lose!"

Hydera puffed up her cheeks with anger.

"If I win, you can kiss me; if I lose, how about I give you a kiss!"

Steve Rogers:  …

He put down the basketball resolutely, and pointed to the drum next to him.

"what is that?"

"That's a taiko master."

Hydera's concentration came and went quickly, and the soldier who deliberately changed the topic led him to pick up the drumstick.

"It's a rhythm game... Ah, this video game city stipulates that if the record is broken, there will be prizes."

Hydera looked towards the counter and was attracted by a few dolls.

"It should be those—so cute." She was a little moved, "It looks good in the hand."

"I'll try."

Steve Rogers took the drumsticks and played two random innings, scoring neither high nor low.

Then in the third game, he broke the record and won a big rabbit with long ears for the surprised Hydera.

In the fourth round, he broke his own record and won a gray wolf with a big tail for the excited Hydera.

In the fifth game, he continued to break the record and won a teddy bear for Hydera who was grinning from ear to ear.

In the face of the manager of the video game city getting more and more stinky, Da Bing held a few huge plush dolls that didn't match his style at all, and pulled Hydera, who was so happy that his feet were swaying, and fled quickly from the manager's accusing resentment line of sight.

"I didn't expect you to have such a good sense of rhythm..."

The sigh stopped halfway, and Hydera suddenly came up with a bad idea.

"follow me!"

She dragged the serious man to a large machine, waved her hand in front of the screen a few times deftly, and then retreated into the waiting seat on the side, resting her chin on her hands, smiling as she watched the machine being left behind by her. A man who can't figure it out.

"......what is this?"

Steve Rogers frowned, looking down at the instructions posted on the machine.

"--coming!"

Before he could finish reading, the girl suddenly yelled, causing him to take a step back, the light under his feet, and a small square on the screen disappeared.

"Stepped on!"

Hydera applauded violently.

"—Follow the rhythm, the arrow is the foot, and the hand square is the foot, and the five roads correspond to the five keys under the foot!"

It was the dance machine that the bad-bellied Hydra dragged Steve Rogers onto.

Hearing the prompt, Steve Rogers had no time to pursue the trouble with Hydera.He stood on the dancing machine, watching the square arrows pouring into the screen madly, his expression suddenly became serious.It's like facing a big enemy.

...a test of reflexes and physical agility, right?

The man who was aroused to be competitive arched his back slightly and his eyes were sharp.

Coincidentally, in these two aspects, he is outstanding.

"Bottom right and bottom right are about to leak—one hundred Combo!"

"Step on the middle seam and move back and forth - 150 Combo!"

"390 Combo!!! Ohmygod! Ohmygod!"

Hydera jumped excitedly beside her.

It was the first time for an American soldier to play a dancing machine. Although the posture didn't look like dancing, it seemed like he was fighting and beating someone, but—full combo!Not a single one was missed! ! !

"Young people like this now?"

The heater in the video game city is a bit hot.Steve Rogers pulled up the hem of his long sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the ratings on the screen, and commented pertinently:

"The amount of activity is acceptable, you can exercise your body."

"Pfft."

Hydera was amused.

"Come on, change."

She took off her coat for the first time today, lifted her over-long skirt and tied it loosely on the side, revealing two straight, muscular and smooth legs, and stood on the dancing machine.

"Dancing machine is not the way you play it."

The blonde, in high spirits, forgot the style of the dress she was wearing, and the presence of a thoughtful gentleman.

Steve Rogers looked at the fully exposed and elegant skirt that exposed the entire shoulders, and subconsciously lowered his eyes, deliberately avoiding the thin and beautiful back.

"Boy, look up, what is dancing?"

Hydera clapped her hands, drawing the gaze of the man with her head down to her face, and showed a bright smile that could be called complacent.

— Selected music, Croatian Rhapsody.

Her shoulders dropped, her head held up.

Arms stretched like vines into the sky.

The legs root the cat heels into the ground.

The prelude cello sounded, she swung her waist and hips, her head swung back following the strength, her blond hair swung out, and her eyes, which were so hot that they could burn through all ice, collided with the man.

Steve Rogers froze.

The piano is flowing, the steps are crossed, the arms are stretched, and the green skirt is swaying.

— It’s tango.

Hydra is dancing the tango.

In the vigorous and rapid rhythm, every kick, jump, and rotation of her, the opening, throwing, and tightening of her arms, the swinging, and fixing of her head are dazzling, but they all hit the point firmly.

It was an indescribable sex appeal: Gu Pan's bright eyes, hearty dance steps, indistinct turning around, and instantly frozen silhouettes.Layers of green waves rippling on the dance floor, circles of golden ripples spread out in the air, like the impact of sea water and lava, full of passion and restraint.

And every time she freezes in the air, when her body swings suddenly stop——

——At this moment, her eyes looking left and right will definitely stop on him.

Steve Rogers held his breath.

...this bold and cunning girl.

She is not playing dance machine, but cleverly borrowed an excuse to show love to the man she likes with tango.

Never in Steve Rogers' life had he experienced such a passionate pursuit.

Young, bright, grand, in full bloom, full of vitality.

Unabashedly, from the soul, totally focused on him.

He looked at the girl dancing for him, and slowly raised his hand, covering his cheek with his palm.

—His face must be turning red now.

Steve Rogers thought.

The author says:

Hydera: I, Hydera, the first winner in life to play the dance machine with Captain America.

Many comments say that Hydra and Rogers are not worthy... No, old mothers, your son/daughter is in a relationship, and you haven't even held hands yet. Who are you planning for them to get engaged, get married and have children? dead early...

I understand the truth, I also want Hydera to dance tango for me to courtship, damn it! ! !