[Comprehensive British and American] Space Patrolman Hydra

The expression of the blond soldier froze.

He seemed completely unaware of Hydera's rise, the bold and straightforward praise, and the unreserved admiration and love from his companions.

His eyes moved slowly, looking at all the cups raised to him, all the eyes that did not conceal trust and following, and felt an uncontrollable and indescribable deep trembling from inside his body.

"..."

He raised his glass in silence, drank the wine in the glass, and slowly sat back on the sofa.

At this moment, he really felt a little drunk.

"Beside the barracks, before the gate

"A lantern that burns long

"We'll see you there..."

Suddenly, an out-of-key humming floated into the air, drowned in the fast-paced dance music, like a small wave.

"Under that lantern

"As always, Lily Marlene..."

It's Natasha Romanoff.

The red-haired agent sat down on the sofa at some point.She looked a little tired.The glamorous female agent swayed on the dance floor all night, like a red rose slowly blooming and spreading, her eyes and admiration followed her enthusiastically.After laughing and dancing, attracting many bees and butterflies, surrounded by many admirers, she leaned on the sofa and sang softly with her deep, hoarse and sexy voice.

"...as before, Lily Marlene."

Another voice joined the humming.

"Look at our two shadows overlapping

"You and I love each other without fear of making it public

"The world should see love like this

"So when you and I meet under that lantern

"As before, Lily Marlene..."

The blonde girl followed the red-haired agent, briskly like spring water jumping in the mountain stream.

The chorus of the two became louder, attracting several eyes.

"You can sing 'Lily Marlene'?"

Steve Rogers looked sideways at Hydera who was humming, a little surprised.

"Where do you still sing songs like this?"

"It's a good song."

Hydra stopped and smiled at the blond soldier.

"No matter what country, what culture, what race...the longing for peace, the love for a better life, and the aversion to war are all the same."

"Yes."

Steve Rogers stopped talking, put his hands on his cheeks, and stared intently at the blonde girl who continued to sing.

"As always, Lily Marlene..."

The song is long, sad and lingering, swaying and slipping out a long tail in the cool air-conditioned wind.

At some point, the rumbling strong dance music stopped.

The noisy crowd fell silent, and the volume of the a cappella of the two seemed to be suddenly amplified, sweeping every corner of the bar.

"I know your tracks, your graceful steps

"Night makes yearning unbearable, forget you and me

"Now in troubled times

"Who will accompany you under that lantern

"Who's with you? Lily Marlene..."

Without any accompaniment.

One, two, three...all join in the casual humming.

The singing sounded from all directions, gradually converging into low-pitched waves.Gently washing against the dazzling red light, the smell of wine slowly dissolved, the heat dissipated slowly, the stimulation and excitement subsided, and the comfortable temperature and silence enveloped the Avengers Building quietly.

The sound gradually faded away.

Everyone...six people, five people, four people.

In the end, only sporadic voices remained.

Light as a feather, slow as rain and mist.

"Who's with you? Lily Marlene..."

Steve Rogers hums one or the other.

"Who's with you? Lily Marlene..."

Hydra sang after Steve Rogers.

"Hydra."

Steve Rogers said suddenly.

"Ok?"

Hydera turned her face, leaned on the back of the sofa, and saw the person calling her.

"I'm really drunk."

The blond soldier imitated her by leaning on the back of the sofa, half of his face buried in the soft cushion, and said to her.

"You've said that once."

Hydera couldn't help laughing, narrowing her eyes and smiling.

"Why, do you want to be drunk?"

"A little."

Steve Rogers was quiet, but quick to answer.

Hydera froze.

The answer was not what she expected.

She looked at him with some doubts, he got pampering from her clear black eyes, she noticed that he seemed a little nervous, he took a breath in a very slight way, she was puzzled by his unusually hesitant and cautious He sat up straight with a straight expression, but he didn't mean to say anything serious, but slowly, gently, and with a little tentativeness, he leaned his head against her leg.

There is no pillow, just lightly attached to the side.

The blond hair carefully brushed against the girl's leg.

— a little itchy.

It was the first thought that flooded Hydera's blank head.

"I'm a little dizzy."

Steve Rogers finally exhaled the breath he had been raising nervously, closed his eyes, and whispered.

Hydera's expression changed slightly.

This is an expression that has never appeared on the face of an alien girl.It's so subtle and so fresh, just like the freshly whipped cream placed in the sun, it's fluffy and soft, with a little bit of water dripping out, exuding a happy and gentle sweetness.

"Then take a good rest."

She raised her hand and gently covered the blond soldier's eyelids, blocking the too flickering light for him.Then, lovingly, adjusted the parameters of the reactor core, selected and picked out the sounds that would disturb the sleep of the soldiers next to him, and filtered out the sharp music and loud laughter, leaving only Some undisturbing low noise inflows.

A little bit of sound is the most reassuring for soldiers with over-sensitivity.

He adjusted his posture, and the held breath finally returned to nature, and then gradually slowed down and slowly elongated.

The singing finally stopped.

The bar fell into a deep silence.

'Sleep? '

On the other side, Natasha Romanoff lip-synced.

"It's fine to speak normally, I filtered the voice."

Hydera smiled at the red-haired agent.

"It's not easy."

Natasha Romanoff returned to her normal volume and sighed sincerely.

"You know, for people like me and the captain—whether it's getting drunk or falling asleep in front of others, it's not that easy."

"But I'm glad he did."

Hydera said.

"It means he doesn't have to be as tired."

The red-haired agent opened his beautiful green eyes wide, then smiled softly.

"My apologies for my presumptuous speculation...maybe I have seen too much, and I have become more and more cautious-and timid, always have too many doubts about simple things."

Natasha Romanov leaned on the other side of Hydera, supported her head, and spoke slowly.

"I always feel that in the face of some conflicts, proper compromise is the way to deal with people...Even until now, I don't quite agree with some of the captain's views. But I often think recently that it may be because of This kind of cognition, I am not a hero, not Captain America, so I can't protect those important things."

The red-haired agent chattered away, and the blonde girl watched her and listened attentively.

"It's funny to say."

Natasha Romanov hooked her lips.

"While I judge that people like the captain will have a very difficult life in reality, they will hit a wall everywhere, and they will fail-but at the same time, I hope that there are such people in life."

"I can understand the idea."

Hydra said.

"But this is what the significance of people like Steve to human beings is, right? Because everyone needs a Captain America to protect him, to protect the bottom line of being a human being and the meaning of existence, to protect the faint light and flickering hope."

"Exactly."

--Completely correct.

Natasha Romanov picked up the last bottle of wine and poured it into her own and Hydera's glasses.

The two girls looked at each other, showed similar smiles, and raised their wine glasses together.

"—to our heroes."

The last drop of wine is drained tonight.

The city lights out for the sleeping hero.

The author says:

We laughed, not believing that rules can overcome unspoken rules, that masters are not equal to high officials, that truth is different from ranks, that character is far better than flattery, and ideals are better than treatment.

But at the same time, we also look forward to, long for, and believe that those who have been ridiculed by us as childish, secondary, unrealistic, unsophisticated, full of passion and ideals can bring faith.

If you don't pay attention, it will take a hundred chapters.