[Comprehensive British and American] Space Patrolman Hydra

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The sparkling battle didn't last long.

After several rounds of battle, the first person to fail—unexpectedly and reasonably—is our party darling, prom king, playboy, and public lover.

Tony Stark.

"Foul! Foul—"

In the center of the crowd watching the excitement in a circle, the exhausted great inventor sat down on the ground, yelling loudly, regardless of his handsome, suave and unrestrained image.

"Where is the referee! I make a reasonable proposal to prohibit the enhanced super soldiers from dancing! Forbidden! This is not fair!"

"The offer is dismissed."

Natasha Romanov drawled and said with a smile.

"Whoever provokes the matter first will bear it himself."

"You guys are Black Whistle! Black Whistle!"

Tony Stark protested unconvinced.

"Then you just can't afford to lose!"

Natasha Romanoff fired back.

Immediately booing sounded one after another.

"Can't afford to lose! Can't afford to lose! Can't afford to lose! Tony Stark can't afford to lose!"

"Who! Who yelled! I'll send you the bill for this incident tomorrow—no, right now! I'll let you sell your pants!"

Tony Stark screamed angrily.

"Why are you sitting on the floor, Tony?"

What's even more exasperating is that when he was sitting on the ground to calm his nerves, that damned, strong man who shouldn't be able to dance like this, the man who had been injected with super soldier booster, was still dancing around him.While jumping, he still kept laughing at him.

"The next song has already started, why don't you dance? Can you do it, Tony? Our prom king is not only at this level, is he?"

"..."

Tony Stark wanted to smash the out-of-print AJs on his feet into the face of the smiling blonde soldier in front of him.

In fact, Tony Drunk Big Kid Action Stark has bent over backwards and started doing just that.

There were still words in his mouth.

"I can't do it, you can do it! You can do it! I can't do it, you can do it!"

"Captain, be careful! Tony wants to use AJ's flat slash combo and tongue twister cleave attack on you!"

The sleepy Clinton Button had just gotten up when he saw Tony Stark taking off his shoes.The eagle-eyed shooter with a lively personality suddenly didn't get dazzled or dizzy, and his body didn't sink. He hammered the sofa and burst out laughing wildly.

"I'm just asking if you're afraid hahahahaha!"

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm too scared."

After teasing the great inventor fiercely, the satisfied Steve Rogers quickly withdrew when he saw that the situation was not good.Everyone smirked to make way for him, and then used their bodies to block the running blond soldier.

"—Man! I'm a Captain America!"

As soon as the drunk looked up, he realized that the target of the attack was gone.

"Come back! We're not done yet!"

"No more than no more! I lost! I shouldn't be arrogant and arrogant and the King of the Prom Battle! I'm already ashamed to see people! I'm almost ashamed!"

The blond soldier bent his waist and walked around behind the crowd, avoiding Mr. Drunk who was looking for him.When passing by the bar, he took a glass of champagne and laughed while raising his glass high.

"—To our King of the Ball, Tony Stark!"

The laughing people toasted: "—to Tony Stark, the king of the dance!"

The dizzy Tony Stark also opened his mouth and shouted: "To the king of the ball, Tony Stark—huh? Isn't Tony Stark me?"

The super soldier with a strong body, responsiveness, responsiveness and excellent balance staggered his feet when he heard the words, and his steps towards the single sofa with precision, suddenly swayed, and he smashed himself into the couch.

Lying on the couch, squinting his eyes and resting, Grant Batuk, who was suddenly covered by a mountain, was trembling with fright, and his potential burst out instantly at a critical moment, with the fastest reaction speed in his nearly 30 years of life Rolling aside, narrowly escaped the threat of death.

The weight of the blond-haired soldier suddenly pressed into the sofa, and the black-haired agent who was paralyzed next to him, who was terrified, was thrown into the sky.

Grant Batuk, who had been bounced several times, turned his head in a daze: "???"

And the culprit saw the black-haired agent's blank expression, and even had the face to laugh at him.

"Grant, why are you so skinny. A man can suffer when he's so light—oh."

Steve Rogers was interrupted before he could finish his sentence.

The blond soldier immediately lowered his lips, frowned, and stared at the other side with those blue eyes that were very intimidating to the director.

"You, a genetically enhanced super soldier, compare yourself with ordinary people?"

Hydera, who just stretched out her hand to make trouble on the soldier's golden head, chuckled and laughed, completely ignoring the serious and scary look on the soldier's face, but it was actually just a usual threat.

"After bullying Tony, come and bully Grant again, is the next one going to bully me?"

"How? I didn't."

Steve Rogers stared at Hydera with his eyes wide open, emphasizing every word.

"You can't randomly convict me while I'm drunk."

"...you think I'll believe it?"

When Hydera heard the words, she smiled until her eyes were bent into thin crescent moons, teasing.

"Mr. Super Soldier whose metabolic rate has reached the peak of human beings?"

"Believe it."

The blond soldier said suddenly.

"Hey?"

Hydera was taken aback.

"I'm really a little drunk."

Steve Rogers repeated every word carefully.After saying this, before Hydera could respond, the blond soldier stood up.Raise your glass high.

"My friends--"

People turned to look at the blond soldier.

The dancing people stopped, the drinking people put down their glasses, and the talking people stopped talking, and all looked intently at the blond soldier who spoke.At this time, the multicolored lights turned to Steve Rogers, and stopped flashing because of his sudden opening.

It was dark all around, only the soldiers were covered with golden light.

"—Toni, Natasha, Clinton, my most trusted teammates."

Steve Rogers was bathed in light, his eyes as blue as the sky and as deep as the sea were completely lit up, shining with a warm brilliance.

"Without them, there would be no Avengers, and none of our accomplishments would be possible."

"Toni, Natasha, Clinton!"

People toast.

"Do we still use these formalisms internally?"

Clinton Barton murmured, but poured himself a full bottle of wine in all honesty.

"Weareteam."

Natasha Romanov simply drank the wine in her hand.

And Tony Stark.

The great inventor who drank the most in the audience, and mixed all kinds of drinks in a random way, had already leaned against the bar and fell asleep.

"Our Prom King is asleep?"

The blond-haired soldier noticed the inventor sitting on the ground sleeping dead unconscious, he smiled and asked Edwin to activate the armor and send the inventor back to his room to sleep.

After drinking a glass, the blond soldier picked up the bottle and filled it up again.

"—to Harold, John, Summern, and Root."

He looked at the four-man team.

"Without their support, regardless of the danger, we would be in a much longer protracted war."

"To Harold, John, Samn and Root!"

The four-person team stood in the middle of the crowd, smiling and responding to the people who expressed their kindness and gratitude.

"——Respect to Edwin, Arnold and TheMachine. Our data partners. It is your hard support and even direct combat that solved this difficult problem."

"To Edwin, Arnold and The Machine!"

"It is our duty - and The Machine has asked me to thank you for your unreserved trust, Mister Rogers, on her behalf."

Edwin said politely.

"No one's contribution is taken for granted, and you deserve the most sincere thanks and trust."

Steve Rogers shook his head, filling the glass again.

"—Respect Grant. If he hadn't uncovered Hydra's conspiracy, we would have suffered unimaginable losses, more people would have been injured or even sacrificed, and S.H.I.E.L.D. would probably cease to exist."

The blond-haired soldier bent down, and the cup touched the black-haired agent's cup lightly, making a crisp and pleasant collision sound.

"Respect to his incomparable courage, respect to his unyielding soul, respect to this hero who lives up to his name!"

"To Grant!"

Sincere and warm thanks wiped the eyes of the black-haired agent red.Grant Batuk pursed his lips, raised his head and drank the wine without saying a word.

"—Respect to all the companions in SHIELD!"

Steve Rogers said.

"Thank you for your loyalty! Thank you for giving without reservation! Thank you for your trust in us! Especially those who unfortunately left us this time...Thank you for persevering until the last moment."

The blond soldier drank half of the wine and poured the other half on the ground.

"—Respect, companion!"

More wine was spilled on the ground, reflecting a bright light.

"and also......."

The blond soldier's gaze moved down slightly, and he gently took the blond girl sitting on the sofa into his eyes.

"Respect Hydera. Without you, I can't imagine what we will lose this time and what kind of future we will face."

"To Hydera!"

The shouts were deafening.

"Finally—respect the people! Respect freedom! Respect all the great unyielding struggles of mankind from ancient times to the present!"

Steve Rogers said it from the bottom of his heart, about to put the wine in his mouth.

"—one is missing."

Hydera stood up holding the cup.

"To Steve Rogers—"

She toasted the stunned blond soldier beside her.

"—The land we are stepping on is built on you and countless people like you. It is because of you who do your best to protect the beauty of this world and the light of humanity that the unknown future is not so exciting. people fear.

"You don't measure life.

"You do your best to protect everyone.

"You protect people's bottom line and the meaning of life.

"You bring confidence and hope."

She paused and spoke in the firmest voice.

"—To Steve Rogers!"

"—To Steve Rogers!"

The shouting this time was more orderly and louder than any other time.

Full of bright imagination and hope for the future.

The author says:

The stuck point is updated, and frantic exploration is on the verge of breaking the update.

Respect mankind!

Respect the hero!

To Steve Rogers!