[Zhongyingmei] She is such a sand sculpture netizen

Joanna slept in a strange apartment.

After waking up the next day, Joanna scolded S.H.I.E.L.D. in the apartment.It's not about any major issues, but after a hangover, when I wake up and find that the refrigerator is just a decoration, and I can't even find a glass of milk, I will inevitably become irritable.

Joanna boiled some hot water with a brand new kettle and drank it, only then did she feel relieved.

Probably because no one has lived there for a long time, there is a slight chill in the restaurant.

Joanna looked around at the furnishings in the apartment, and every item gave off a sense of indifference.Joanna even felt that she could feel the disdain of the staff who arranged the room when they performed their tasks.

Joanna, who was working two jobs, sighed and took out her phone.

Yesterday, I never thought that I would not be able to go home, so Joanna didn't bring a charger when she went out.At this moment, the phone still has 5% battery left, and the red mark is shocking.

Joanna first called the Personnel Department of the Administration Department, and asked for a day off because of a bad cold.The staff on the other end of the phone asked a series of questions routinely in a cold tone, then dropped the sentence "Already registered", and hung up the phone.

Joanna was glad that she was just pretending to be sick at this moment. If she was really sick, she wouldn't know how uncomfortable it would be to hear the other party's indifferent tone.Although it is not the responsibility of the personnel department to care about the health of employees, a person who is sick and bedridden can't help but expect to hear some tender care.

Joanna knew she was being critical.But there is no way, she just wants to scold S.H.I.E.L.D. at the moment.It's not a matter, and now it has become an excuse for her to scold S.H.I.E.L.D.

hang up the phone.The phone has only 2% battery left.Joanna quickly snapped a hangover selfie to post on her mission Facebook account.Unfortunately, as soon as she clicked on the facebook interface, the screen of the phone went black.

Joanna wailed and fell down on the cold dining table.

She has never found posting a photo, clockwork feed to be such an annoying thing.

Joanna lay on the cold dining table for about five or six minutes, and finally straightened up.She stared at the cell phone that had automatically turned off on the table and thought for a moment.Then he grabbed his phone and opened the door to go out.

The apartment that S.H.I.E.L.D. arranged for Joanna was not high-end.

Joanna didn't expect S.H.I.E.L.D. to arrange a super high-end apartment for her.Then again, no matter how high-end the apartments in Brooklyn are, they can’t compare to the wealthy neighborhoods like Manhattan.

There are six families on each floor of the apartment building, and Joanna's room is in the corner.She opened the door, observed the situation outside the door, and then tidied up her hair a little, then mustered up the courage to knock on the door closest to her house.

The first three knocks on the door received no response.Joanna waited for a while, then took another three tentative glances.

She waited quietly for about 10 seconds, but still didn't hear anyone answer the door.Joanna sighed and decided to try her luck at the next one.

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, the door in front of her was suddenly pulled open.

The people inside opened the door quickly and ruthlessly, and the gust of wind that was brought up made Joanna jump.

Joanna was really taken aback.She jumped out of the door reflexively, like a rabbit who has been poked in the ass.

A man with a beard stood inside the door.The other party was tall, with a full forehead and a straight nose.A pair of eyes are piercing.

Like a small animal, Joanna was too scared to move.It's not that the other party looks scary, in fact, the other party's eyes are only interested, not even vicious.But Joanna was still frightened, like a chick who had never seen the world was frightened by a calm Tibetan mastiff.

Seeing that the other party didn't speak for a long time, he just stared at himself blankly.The man raised his hand in embarrassment and scratched the back of his head, then pointed to his door: "Did you knock?"

Joanna shivered in fright, and nodded a little shyly: "I...I knocked."

The man was dumbfounded by Joanna's appearance, he smiled helplessly and shook his head: "Sorry, I scared you. But I live alone, and I can't find a kind and friendly hostess to entertain you right now. You, what are you knocking on my door for?"

Probably because of the soft and humorous tone of the other party, Joanna finally recovered from the embarrassing fear.She raised her mobile phone a little embarrassedly: "Um... do you use an Apple mobile phone? My charger is broken, and I want to borrow your charger."

The man looked back at the room: "Ah! I use a multi-converter charging cable. There should be a port that can match the Apple phone. But... I am also charging right now. Why don't you come in and charge?" "

"Uh……"

The man showed a knowing smile: "The door is open, I don't need to close it."

The other party talked about this, and Joanna felt a little uncomfortable to refuse.At this moment, the sun is shining outside the window.She glanced, and the windows of the man's house were also wide open.Joanna could even hear the sound of cars passing by downstairs, as well as the ringing of bicycle bells.

Joanna nodded slightly: "I'm really sorry."

The man smiled heartily, turned around and went inside, without any intention of walking behind to close the door.This made Joanna feel more at ease.

She took a tentative step forward and walked into the man's room.

The man turned and went into the kitchen: "I just made coffee, would you like some?"

"Uh, thanks. But I don't need it." Joanna pinned her hair behind her ears, maintaining basic caution.

The man didn't insist, just nodded, poured himself a cup of coffee, then sat down at the dining table and started tinkering with his computer.He pouted at the sofa in the living room: "The charging cable is there, you can find out if there is an interface that matches your mobile phone."

Joanna thanked her and moved carefully to the sofa.

Men are not lying.His phone does charge, and he does use a multi-prong charging cable.It didn't take much for Joanna to find a matching charging port for her phone.

She quickly plugged in the phone.

The screen showed an empty battery icon slowly blinking red.

Joanna waited for about 1 minute before turning on the machine again.

She entered her lock screen password and clicked on Facebook again.There, she posted a selfie she'd taken in her room that morning, and of course, before posting it, she added a crisp filter to it, just like she usually does with her Facebook account.

——I was able to post the hangover photos alive today, thanks to Mr. R who rescued me last night.Thank you kind Mr. R!

Joanna checked the sentence.No typos, no Internet jargon that Steve might not understand.

Joanna took a deep breath and pressed the release button.

Then, she sat quietly on the sofa, staring at the quiet mobile phone.

It has to be said that she is more eager than ever for someone to reply to this post.Or, it’s okay not to reply, and it’s also good to send a message.

However, Joanna sat for ten minutes.The power has increased from 1% to 13%, but the phone still has no sound.

"Waiting for your boyfriend's call?" The man didn't know when he had finished what he was doing, and stood at the junction of the living room and the dining room with a coffee cup in his hand.

Joanna was startled, and subconsciously looked up at the door and window.When she found that the door and window were still wide open, Joanna showed an embarrassed smile at the man.

"It's okay. I can understand. Single women should pay attention to safety." The man shrugged, looking very calm, "After all, we've never met before. It's normal for you to be wary of me. By the way, I've never been here before I've seen you, did you just move here? Which floor do you live on?"

"Uh, in fact, I just rarely come to live here." Joanna smiled awkwardly at the man.

The man suddenly realized and nodded: "The residents of 603, right? We've always wondered what kind of people live there."

"us?"

"Me and the other residents here." The man gave Joanna a friendly smile, "You will know when you come back to live a few times. People here are easy to get along with."

Joanna laughed, the kind that came from the heart.I have to admit that the man left a good impression on her, not much worse than Steve Rogers.

Rescued her from under the wheel in the middle of the night and lent her a charger at a critical moment.

Those who can do both are good people.

not to mention……

Joanna looked at the man.

Well, the pecs are beautiful!Got a fight with Steve.

Joanna silently evaluated.

"I'm Rickman, Joanna Rickman." Joanna stood up and stretched out her right hand to the man.

The man seemed to have just remembered that he didn't introduce himself, he smiled a little embarrassedly, and then held Joanna's hand generously: "Rumlow, Brock Rumlow."

"Hello, Mr. Rumlow."

"Miss Rickman."

Rumlow offered to pour Joanna a cup of coffee again, but this time Joanna did not refuse.She watched Rumlow generously pour a cup from the coffee pot in front of her, and then served the cup of clear coffee to Joanna as Joanna asked.

Joanna, who was still suffering from a hangover and headache, gratefully accepted the coffee and took two sips.

Rumlow is a very gentleman and a very careful person.Despite Joanna's demonstrated trust in him, he kept the window open and sat at a safe distance from Joanna.

"So, you are waiting for your boyfriend's call?" Rumlow asked with a relaxed tone with a smile on his face.

"Hahaha." Joanna laughed awkwardly, "Actually, I'm waiting for news from my savior."

"Savior?"

Joanna shrugged her shoulders and said in a joking tone: "If you lend me the charger, you can be regarded as a lifesaver."

Rumlow just laughed and didn't answer.

The phone emits a short beep.Joanna picked up the phone in a panic.

However, it was not Steve who sent the message, but Amber, who was so bored in the studio that he had cleared the squirrel war three times.

--Hey!Last night's plan was a success, right?I saw your post! Mr. R is Steve Rogers, right?

——Yes, thanks to you.I almost died on the road last night.

—Oh, that's really a pity.But then again.Your post was too exaggerated and unintentional, are you sure Captain America will reply?

I didn't expect him to reply.He's a guy who really doesn't know how to use Facebook after all!

Joanna complained silently in her heart.Locked the phone casually.

"Boyfriend?" Rumlow asked again.

Joanna blinked helplessly: "Sorry, you guessed wrong again. It's a colleague I hate."

"Oh! Looks like I'm not very good at guessing games."

The screen of Rumlow's phone suddenly lit up. He stretched his neck to look and found that the battery was fully charged.So he stood up, approached Joanna for the second time, and unplugged the charging cable generously: "If you need it, you can take it back to your own room and charge it. It's not too late to return it to me at night."

Joanna looked at the power of the phone, estimated that it would last until she returned to her home in Queens, and then made a gesture to unplug the charging cable: "I'd better get my own charger."

"It's okay, it's okay." Rumlow frowned slightly and stopped Joanna from moving, "You can get it when it's full. Don't worry, anyway, I don't need it for now."

Joanna looked at the phone and charger in her hand, and then gave Rumlow a grateful smile: "Thank you so much, Mr. Rumlow."

"Brock." Rumlow smiled gently at Joanna.

Joanna walked to the door with her mobile phone and charger, turned around and thanked Rumlow again.Then turned around and went back to his house to continue charging.

The moment she closed the door of her room, the smile on Rumlow's face slowly sank.He took out his cell phone and made a call.

"I've already met Joanna Rickman. It seems that she has already had contact with Captain America."

The person on the other end of the phone gave an order briefly.

Rumlow stared at the closed door, and replied bluntly: "Understood."

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Steve: Do women in the 21st century have to use Facebook to announce their gratitude to the world?Is this... public praise for me?

Joanna: ...Sorry, forgot you don't understand 21st century social law.My pot my pot.

Nick: Crap.

Coulson: Trash.

Amber: Trash.

Rumlow: I don't think she's a waste.However, I ran to my neighbor's house and borrowed someone else's charger to post... emm, it sounds like I'm out of my mind.

Joanna: ...

[Don't learn from the heroine!Such lack of vigilance is committing death]