[Comprehensive British and American] Space Patrolman Hydra

Natasha Romanoff probably will never forget that scene for the rest of her life.

The eyes fell into darkness, the body fell into the void with no top and no bottom, metal "creaks" sounded from all directions, the entire mobile satellite launch platform was distorted and deformed, and the ship board was cracked bit by bit, stretched to the limit , issued an overwhelmed moan.

And that seemingly ordinary, innocent, enthusiastic and lively blonde girl is like a virtual projection interfered by abnormal radio waves. Strange noises gradually appear on her body, the edges begin to twist and blur, and she deforms and distorts inch by inch from her head down. .

The shadows reflected by the remaining lights are gradually ferocious, revealing the terrifying truth.

"I wanted to save your lives..."

The eight shadows condensed, the scarlet eyes opened, and the horrifying coercion swept and crushed every piece of soul. The fear of extinction almost oppressed people to lose their strength and crawl on the ground.

"Damn."

A hoarse voice announced indifferently, and the powerful tail slammed towards the tiny black-robed Celephaz.

And so death came—

"—Get out of the way!"

Steve Rogers was awakened by his own shout, sat up suddenly, and was caught off guard into a sea of ​​lights and flames.

Quiet room, soft bed, and New York City that never sleeps outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The blond man blinked and realized dully that he was no longer on the mobile satellite launch platform.

"Good evening, Captain."

Edwin's voice sounded at the right time, "It's ten o'clock in the evening. Since you finished your mission, you have slept for a day and an hour."

Hearing this, Steve Rogers touched his back subconsciously.

—No wounds were touched.

"I remember in the main control room, a red light hit me?"

"According to the results of the examination, the light did not cause any damage to your body, it just helped you sleep well."

Edwin said, pausing to add: "If you feel any discomfort afterwards, please let me know immediately."

"thanks, I will."

Steve Rogers thanked the smart housekeeper very politely, stood up and moved his body a little, and opened the door after confirming that there was no obstacle in the movement.

"--woke up?"

Natasha Romanov, who was sitting on the sofa, did not raise her head, she concentrated on reading the romance novel in her hand, and said lazily.

"Your meal is sealed in the refrigerator, take it out and heat it up—no, you'd better leave it to Edwin to heat it up, I'm afraid you'll blow up the microwave."

Steve Rogers: "..."

...He has clearly learned how to use a microwave.

The blond man rubbed his hair helplessly and amusedly, leaned against the railing, lowered his head and said to the red-haired agent below, "I'm curious, when will your mouth let me go."

"When you were less self-sacrificing?"

Natasha Romanov put down her book, leaned back on the sofa, and raised her eyebrows at the blond man upstairs.

"You pull me like a tango and you pull you—it's such a romantic love that you can't help crying, isn't it?"

"Then you underestimated me. No matter who was standing next to me at that time, I would stand in front. Not out of any thinking, but the weight of life is worth it for me to do so."

The blond soldier straightened his back, walked down the second floor step by step while holding on to the railing, and walked up to the red-haired colleague who liked to satirize him and was very happy for him to find out, stretched out his hand to grab the book in her hand, and glanced at it. Content and title, could not help showing indescribable expression.

"...The best-selling romance novel of the year? Looks like our Ms. Agent is the one looking forward to romantic love."

"Stop it."

Natasha Romanoff snatches the book back.

"Our old-fashioned people even take care of what adjustments they watch when they are relaxing?"

"Ok, ok, my fault, I don't ask."

Steve Rogers raised his hands in surrender and changed the subject.

"What happened after I passed out?"

Natasha Romanov froze indistinctly and did not speak immediately.

"Natasha?"

Steve Rogers was a little surprised.He sat down next to the red-haired agent and asked softly.

"...are you afraid?"

—Are you afraid?

Natasha Romanov's stiff body immediately bounced up, and she shrugged her shoulders in an unnatural body language that completely lost the quality of an agent for her.

"I don't think I can explain clearly." I don't want to recall.

She glanced at the blonde girl who was standing at the door at some point.

"Let the party tell you."

Steve Rogers was sitting on the sofa, looking at the back of this outstanding and mature agent that he had never seen since he met him, he was so confused that he didn't know what happened.

He turned his head to look at the blonde girl who was staring at him without blinking, suddenly enlightened.

"You scared her?"

he asked plainly.

"I actually scared everyone, not just Natasha."

Hydera lowered her eyes and narrated calmly.

"I liberated form mimicry."

Seeing the blonde girl standing quietly with her hands down, like a primary school student tremblingly waiting for her parents to criticize, Steve Rogers couldn't help but smile.

"Is it so scary? Then I have to observe carefully to see how scary it is. If it doesn't frighten me, I can laugh at their timidity."

he teased.

Hydera never expected the blond soldier's reaction to be like this.

She raised her head in a daze, and crashed into the deep blue sea.

"Would you mind letting me see?"

Steve Rogers asked mildly.

Bathed in the gentle tide, Hydera was scalded and shivered violently.

"......it's here?"

She asked.

The blond soldier pointed outside.

The balcony of the Avengers Tower is the best observation deck in all of New York.

Rich inventors never cared about account balances, but made enjoyment the first priority of life.Sitting on the balcony of the Avengers Building, you can see the entire glorious and bright Manhattan, which is known as the center of the world, and you can even see the dim and warm Brooklyn across the East River.

Steve Rogers immaturely sat on the edge of the open-air balcony with his hand on the railing, his whole body suspended in the sky, and waved to Hydera who was walking behind.

"Look, across the street is Brooklyn, my home."

He gestured with his hands enthusiastically, "That area was the community where I lived, and it was still a low red pointed triangular building at that time; that area was a military area, where I was trained, and I was often scolded as a sick cat at that time; It used to be an industrial area, and the exhausted waste made the whole sky gray, you can't see the blue sky during the day, and you can't see the stars at night—"

He looked up.

"...well, I can't see the stars now either."

"The light pollution in New York is so bad that it's impossible to see the stars."

Hydera also supported the railing, turned over and sat down beautifully.

"It's probably the only thing that hasn't changed 70 years or so."

Steve Rogers sighed wistfully.

"Never see the stars."

There was silence on the balcony for a while, and the four legs of the two people were dangling in the air.

"Are you sure?"

Hydera still hesitated.Seeing the blond soldier's anger when he was attacked and his calmness and ease after being unnaturally dodged, all melted into caring cringe and shallow worry under the gentle blue.

"Don't scare me," Steve Rogers even joked, trying to put Goldilocks at ease, "I'm already seated."

"......You will regret this."

Hydera stopped talking, closed her eyes, and disappeared into the night.

Some kind of huge creature took over and took over the entire balcony.

Several pairs of huge blood-red eyes opened, with cold vertical pupils of cold-blooded animals, looking down at the blond man who looked small and vulnerable in front of her.

"I'm angry." Green Tea hissed.

"Those guys hurt you." The Virgin's round eyes were filled with water.

"You dare to stand in front of me." The muscles were very irritable.

"I can't forgive you." Dazui gritted his teeth.

"Damn." Death's voice was hoarse.

"...I'm really scared." Silly Bai said softly.

Steve Rogers was silent for a moment.

This silence was an expected reaction for Hydera, but it was still no less than the harshest and cruelest final judgment in the entire universe.

Death sighed, the heads of the snakes lowered one after another, the beautiful luster of their eyes was buried in the drowsy night.

Just as Hydera was about to block the gene, a voice came into her ears, and the snake heads raised their heads one after another, looking in the direction of the voice.

"--and many more."

Steve Rogers seemed to know what Hydera was thinking, stopped her, and then tentatively stretched out his hand slowly.

His hand was getting closer and closer, Hydera noticed the focused eyes of the blond soldier, and something she couldn't understand flickered in those eyes trapped her and made her anxious; his hand was getting closer and closer, As they got closer, he and his face gradually enlarged. With the brilliance of New York, Hydera saw her clearly reflected in his eyes. She suddenly realized that there were so many differences between them. In the eyes of humans, she was like An ugly monster; his hand was getting closer and closer, and the Stark Tower on the opposite side suddenly lit up, and Hydera couldn't help squinting his eyes, noticing that the light was falling on the man's blond hair, and at this moment the man seemed like A hard, unapproachable statue.

But the man turned sideways slightly, letting out the light that was blocked by him, and let the light fall on Hydera as well.

— Now they are the same.

And his hand was finally placed on the head of the snake.

"How is this going?"

He focused on observing a glaring defect on the smooth and beautiful snake scale, and asked softly.

The Virgin who was touched opened her mouth wide, and tears suddenly fell down.

"Those things, Vashta Nerada—"

Tears bigger than the washbasin "bang bang" hit the ground.

"I was really pissed off, I ate them all and then they started biting me, it hurt so much—"

"Shut up, Holy Mother! As soon as you open your mouth, you cry and cry about the pain, useless thing!"

Green Tea turned the Virgin Mary over with one head, and quickly entered Steve Rogers' hands.

"I ate those Celephis, they won't threaten—oh shit, are you looking for death?"

"Why did you change to the pungent woman again?"

Big Mouth pushed aside the green tea that he was rubbing desperately, pursed his mouth in disgust, and said to Steve Rogers.

"I didn't kill people. Those guys should have died long ago. There are Vashta Neradas under the black robes. They can't stay."

"I eat the most!"

The sound of the muscles is sonorous and powerful, implying the hope of being praised.

"It's just you messing around to grab people's heads, almost missing a few!" Green Tea sprayed.

Several smugglers quarreled in front of Steve Rogers, and Death, who had closed his eyes just now, opened them again at some point, staring at the helpless blond man, and said affirmatively.

"You're angry."

The snake heads flying around stopped immediately, and looked at Steve Rogers, who had a very gentle expression.

"You're angry." All of them spoke out at the same time.

"Are you mad at me?"

"It's a little bit."

Steve Rogers put it succinctly.

"Why?" Dazui asked in bewilderment.

She solved the black-robed Celefis, cleaned up Vashta Nerada, and rescued everyone, and her wounds will heal soon, but there are a few scratches on the shell—Hydera doesn't understand at all, the man in front of him Why are you angry.

Steve Rogers carefully touched the scar on Da Zui who was closest to him, and couldn't help sighing.

"It's nothing...just that you're younger than I thought."

The author says:

Steve Rogers: "Don't care about yourself."