[Comprehensive British and American] Space Patrolman Hydra

"Hydra.

"Hydra.

"Hydra."

Over and over again, from hesitation to affirmation, from stuttering to smoothness, the man's voice always surrounds the ears, low and restrained, gentle and hoarse, intoxicating.

The owner of the name being called just kept laughing, as if other expressions or speech actions other than laughter were not enough to show the world the sweetness that swelled and turbulent in her body and turned the reason upside down.

And Tony Stark didn't want to accept this deadly sweetness.

He stared at the alien girl lying on the sofa and smirking foolishly, he didn't feel empathy, he only felt a creepy chill all over his body.

"...Could you be more tactful and put the smile off your face?"

He sat on the farthest position from Hydera on the opposite sofa, and moved out desperately, his dislike for the alien girl who fell in love was completely palpable.

"Let go of your small eyes, you look like a squinting Tibetan fox now - do you know that the flesh of your whole face is squeezed into your eyes when you smile?"

The inventor opened his mouth with a series of sarcasm. According to the past, Hydera must have thrown a pillow over, but now the alien girl is not to mention refuting the inventor's sarcasm...

She didn't even know what the inventor said.

Hydera lay peacefully on the sofa, listening to Arnold playing back and forth in her head the recording of Steve Rogers calling her name over and over again that day, with a mysterious and detached smile on her face that all sentient beings Purdue gods and Buddhas ascended to heaven.

——By the way, she released it publicly in the entire building before, and the nickname is: "Share happiness."

She was reluctant to change the public release to exclusive use until she was so embarrassed that Steve Rogers covered his face and ordered other men to collapse and use force.

"Do not talk to me."

The smile on Hydera's face shone with holy light, her body remained motionless, and her tone was calm and peaceful.

"I am enjoying the gospel of heaven."

she lived.she died.She lives and dies.

"...Jesus Christ!"

Tony Stark couldn't help but rolled his eyes, completely desperate for the alien girl's late love.

"One hundred dollars." Grant Bartuk came over and reached out to tick Tony Stark.

A disheartened Tony Stark whipped out a hundred dollars and gave it to Grant Bartook.

"You actually prepared cash?"

Grant Bartook looked at the brand-new Benjamin Franklin in his hand, raised his eyebrows and smiled, and teased the inventor who had repeatedly lost bets recently.

"Choose wisely, because you're going to lose next."

"What are you betting on?"

Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff set off yesterday for a new S.H.I.E.L.D. mission.So Arnold, who had been keeping a low profile in Hydera's head before, was finally able to get out and take a breath.He occupied part of the voice line of the Avengers Building that Edwin gave up, and asked curiously.

"We bet that her current dead mode can be lifted in a few days."

Grant Bartook waved the hundred dollars in his hand, "He bet within three days, I bet more than three days."

And now it's day five.

"Are normal people like this? Grant, tell me."

Tony Stark scratched his head in pain and questioned hysterically from the depths of his soul.

"Normal people will record the voice of others calling their name, and it is not enough to play it in a loop 24 hours a day. We must catch innocent passers-by to 'appreciate' and force him to express his emotions in terms of the attractiveness, beauty, and changes in speech speed of the tone. Change to a topic and write a [-]-word essay?"

Grant Batuk was very calm and calm, and he uttered a deafening truth that was no less than a thunderbolt in the ears of a great inventor.

"—Don't insult normal people, she is the head Hydra."

......

Tony Stark buried his face deep in his hands.

"Don't rush to shut yourself up—I remember we had another bet—"

With Dean of Students Steve Rogers gone, they can finally start.

In recent days, the agent who has made a lot of money from betting is rubbing his hands excitedly for another Benjamin Franklin that he will soon own. He sits next to the alien girl who has closed his eyes and ascended to heaven, and pokes her back from daydream to reality. .

"How far is your date going?"

"Which step..."

With great reluctance, Hydera paused the playback of the recording in her ear, slowly got up and sat down, and asked.

"Are you betting on me?"

"Yes, you made me rich." Grant Batuk was not afraid of Hydera's anger, and said truthfully: "I bet you and the captain will get along very well, and Tony bets that you are absolutely useless—who do you think wins?"

Hydera's attention was not on the two naive ghosts betting on her, but on the choice of the great inventor.

The corner of her mouth twitched, and the way she looked at the great inventor suddenly became like looking at a class enemy.

"You lose."

She raised her chin haughtily and disdainfully at Tony Stark, grunted and took out a few notes from her pocket and put them on the table, and ordered Grant Bartook.

"Remember to sort out the money I made from betting and share it with me. I seven and you three."

"Up to four of you and six of you—I want to make money by myself."

Grant Bartook picked up a note.It can be seen that the note is well preserved, but it has also been opened and checked repeatedly. The traces of folding are very clear, and the rough edges that have been rubbed can already be seen slightly.

"What is this?" he asked curiously.

"Open it up and have a look."

Hydera hugged the pillow and pushed the Twitter worker to urge.

"Okay, little princess, have you learned how to be tricky on purpose?"

The agent reached out and patted the furry head of the alien girl with some amusement, and then unfolded four pieces of paper one by one and lined them up in a row.

"...Huh? This is?"

He looked at the two completely different handwriting on the four notes and was a little surprised.

"These two are mine." Hydera pulled aside the two papers with very cute circles.

"These two are his." She clicked on the remaining two notes with long, thin and sharp writing.

Then stack the four notes back together.

"These two are our definition of this date." Picked out two.

"These two are what we look forward to on our next date." Keep two.

Hydera withdrew her hand, looked at the note, and couldn't help smiling with her lips pursed.

"—one last thing."

That night, Hydera stopped Steve Rogers downstairs at the Avengers Tower.

"I've heard that Americans divide dating into several stages: Meeting, Hangout, Seeing trying to date, Dating, Exclusively dating, and Relationship to determine the relationship."

Hydera snapped her fingers and listed the definitions of dating she found from Google one by one.

"Hangout after getting to know each other is just to hang out together and get to know each other better.

"Hangouts that have a good impression and are clearly oriented towards wanting to associate will be called Seeing. There are a little more than friends, but both feelings and understanding are only in the initial stage.

"If the cognitions of the two people reach an agreement: they both have good feelings for each other, and they don't reject intimacy. Then they will enter into intimate dating, but it is said on the Internet that this stage is not considered an established relationship, and multiple people can date at the same time.

"Like a little deeper, that is Exclusively dating, cutting off all other possibilities, not accepting new suitors, and not accepting other relationships with the other party, indulging in exclusive romantic relationships.

"The last thing is to really determine the relationship and label each other as lovers."

Hydera was afraid that the soldiers who grew up in the past were as unfamiliar with the romantic relationship of "contemporary normal humans" as she was, so she carefully explained to him one by one.

"—So, where do you think we are today?"

When she said the question that had been brewing and rehearsing repeatedly in her heart, her expression was very natural.

In fact, the hand behind the back is expecting and uneasily loosening and tightening repeatedly.

"Don't take care of my feelings—" Hydera added before Steve Rogers could speak: "I want to know what you really think."

"......are you sure?"

A gentleman's man does not want to deceive the girl in front of him, but he is also afraid of disappointing her.He hesitated, slowly formulating less straightforward words.

"I do have a bit of an old school relationship. Understandable, but I don't like multi-person dating. I hope that the person I date is like me, only committed to one relationship, and has the intention to continue the relationship-on this point Tony You're right, I'm not a romantic person or someone to play with. More than one person has said I'm too serious and clumsy with girls."

"I can see it."

Hydera was amused instead, giggling.

"You can't handle me."

Steve Rogers was embarrassed for a moment, then touched the bridge of his nose in embarrassment, and laughed dumbfoundedly.

"...I was seen through by you."

He really couldn't handle this girl who was too straightforward and bold.There was no way to parry her fiery enthusiasm, and she retreated steadily under her initiative.

"Because I'm not sure... why you chose me."

The soldier's voice was soft, but the content was not as gentle as the tone: "We have only known each other for a few days, and you act as if you want me.

"You're young. I'm afraid you'll regret it when you find out that the real me is not who you imagined me to be."

"The only emotion I won't have is regret—as for the reason, I think before I tell you the reason, we can first determine our relationship and our next date."

Hydera shook her head, temporarily bypassing the soldier's question.

"Tell me—no, don't tell me, we write on paper and exchange."

She didn't quite want to decipher the frustrating answer from those lips that had just carefully repeated her name.

She took out the agenda book from her pocket, and was about to tear a page to Steve Rogers, but found that the small notebook and pen in his hand were ready, and was about to tear a page to her.

The two stared at the notebook in each other's hands, and couldn't help laughing at the same time again.

"I even forgot that you also brought a small notebook..."

Steve Rogers laughed as he wrote, then tore out the page he had just finished and folded it.

"Aside from us, which couple of the opposite sex would bring a notebook and a pen when they go out?"

Hydera picked up the note in the palm of the man and put what she wrote on it.

"I'll count to three and we'll open together...one, two, three—"

Hydera took a deep breath and opened the note.

Steve Rogers stared at the words on the note and froze.

"Huh? What kind of show is this..."

Tony Stark picked up the note written by Hydera and Steve Rogers for the first time, glanced at the words on it, and frowned immediately.

"You've done so much preparation—how is it a Meeting?"

The result didn't look optimistic, the first date wasn't even a Hangout—the big inventor who kept saying he wasn't optimistic before was even more unhappy.

"And that old Popsicle, does he have EQ, how dare he write Meeting?"

"What's the hurry. You are like an unreasonable old father who doesn't want his daughter to fall in love, and is angry at the other party for being blind and why he doesn't like his daughter."

Grant Bartook said amusedly, and pushed the remaining two notes in front of the great inventor.

"Look at these two."

"What's so interesting about it. If you want me to tell you who you choose, it's not good to choose this old popsicle. You see, he is not romantic at all. If you want me to tell you, you might as well..."

Tony Stark grimaced, picked up the note, and took a closer look.

Looking forward to the next date -

——Dating.

Completely different handwriting, still writing the exact same vocabulary.

The author says:

Send candy to the babies who take the college entrance examination!Congratulations on the gold list title!

Say what I write like what I love to death, I want to chase after everything I write, your mouth is so sweet, allow you to come and kiss me [laughs]