[Comprehensive British and American] Deep love and one net

Rumlow was sparring with Grant Ward when the photo was received.

"Maybe if you throw your phone out of your trouser pocket, your kick will be faster and harder." Grant Ward teased.

"That blow just now was enough to send you flying!"

Rumlow walked to a nearby table and tossed a clean towel to Grant.

"Sure enough, I didn't spend those decades as a nanny for being so good at taking care of people!"

"Shut up and no one will treat you as dumb!"

Rumlow said angrily, but the upward arc of the corner of his mouth still revealed his good mood.

It's been a long time since I got together with Grant, and today I can't help but have a fight, which is a necessary part of two people's gatherings.

Hearty fighting can sometimes give people a refreshing and good mood, especially when they meet their opponents.

After handing over the towel, Rumlow threw a bottle of water at the old teammate as well.

"Hey, shouldn't it be unscrewed for me?"

"Don't push yourself too hard! Could it be that you are a chick who needs a man to take care of you?"

"Please, straight man!"

"Then you have to stay away from me, I'm not a straight man."

Rumlow took out his phone and slid the screen away.

With just one glance, he wished he could smash the phone to pieces immediately.

"What terrible thing made you turn your face so quickly?"

Grant Ward saw all the expressions in his eyes, he couldn't help being curious, and leaned over to take a look.

The two boys in the photo were only photographed from their backs, but anyone with a discerning eye could tell what was going on.

The shoulders that were almost touching together and the hands that showed that they were not doing serious things under the table all made people think about it.

"Tsk tsk, I've been brainstorming about little princes for hours!" Grant Ward was not afraid of trivial matters, "Look at this kid's figure, he's quite strong for his small body."

Rumlow snatched his mobile phone away, and with a little force on his hands and elbows, he knocked Grant Ward aside.

"What are you trying to compete with me here!" Grant Ward protested. "If I were you, I would blow the boy's dog's head off! Have you seen him with your own eyes?"

Rumlow shook his head, "Not interested!"

"Don't be funny, you hired someone to secretly take pictures of their buttocks, and you said you didn't care? I'm really surprised. It's been so many years, and you still haven't done it. What did you do? It's not that you are close to the water. Do you get the moon first, besides, is it not easy to cook raw rice and cooked rice?"

Rumlow grabbed Grant Ward's clothes suddenly, "Shut up! Shut up!"

"Just kidding, why get angry." Grant Ward looked at his red eyes and quickly stopped talking.

The two friends talked about everything, and the only thing they didn't specifically talk about was about Angus.

Although he didn't speak much in this regard, Grant Ward didn't know much about Angus, but he definitely knew Rumlow.

The anger at this moment is not at all because of the excessive nonsense of his joke just now.

The reason why Rumlow grabbed his collar and aggressively told him to shut up was precisely because his joke hit the point.

But Grant Ward knew that Rumlow would never admit to himself that he had a lot of twisted thoughts about that "guardian" object in those seemingly easy butler tasks.

People like them who have been branded with the Hydra label, even if they did not join the heinous Hydra, the blood on their hands would not be wiped clean.

For them, crime is commonplace, let alone someone like Rumlow who has not enjoyed any good life since childhood and has grown up all the way.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

Not to mention the famous Rumlow, any ordinary person has the urge to do bad things.

Even the stunned youths who stayed in the clean ivory tower, they sat in the classroom and looked at the young female teacher wrapped in a tight skirt on the podium, and they couldn't help but have unreasonable thoughts.

It is not difficult to put it into action.

With Rumlow's physique and strength, it took no effort to overthrow the weak-looking Angus.

The scary thing is that he never did anything!

Grant Ward drove Rumlow to the university by the way, "I'll wait for you here, just like the previous missions, we can retreat safely at any time."

"This is not a mission, you can get out, I will take a taxi back." Rumlow didn't appreciate it either, he pushed the car door, and retreated into the car the moment he got out of the car.

"What's the matter, don't go? No matter what, close the car door for me first, and then be blown by the hot wind outside, I am impatient and want to kill someone!"

Rumlow grabbed a backpack on the back seat. He remembered that there was an electronic mask in it, which was left over from Grant Ward's previous mission and had not been returned to the organization.

"You want to change your face? You said it wasn't a mission just now, why are you hiding your handsome face?"

"Shut up!" Rumlow pushed the car door again and walked towards the campus with hurried steps.

Grant Ward looked at his back and rolled his eyes helplessly.

He stopped the car and didn't rush to leave. He simply took out his phone to watch a video.

Rumlow's movements were not slow, and he quickly returned to the car. He took off the electronic mask, and his face was as cold as if it had been covered with ice.

"Let's go."

Grant Ward started the car and drove towards the main road unhurriedly, "I bet you didn't do anything, I'd rather you kill that kid, after all, you've changed your face, and the police in this area are all It's trash, they can't find you, you old fritter of Hydra!"

"Let's find a place to drink."

Rumlow didn't answer, he slumped on the car seat and closed his eyes lazily, as if trying to calm himself down.

For a moment, he wanted to kill someone, even if there were other students around, he had nothing to be afraid of.

He grabbed that Peter Parker by the collar without any explanation, and dragged him rudely and cruelly towards the corner of the corridor where there were few people.

With a sudden shake of his hand, the boy was slammed against the wall by him.

Peter was a little dazed. His first reaction was to guess that the other party was his enemy, but Spider-Man was wearing a mask, so he shouldn't lose his vest, so this guess was wrong.

Besides, if the other party is the villain who came to get revenge on Spider-Man, he would definitely not call him out alone to meet in the corridor, but directly went to the lecture theater just now to blow up, and he would not care about other innocent people life of the victim.

After thinking about it, Peter simply pretended to be stupid and didn't react at all. He just let the other party hit himself against the wall, and there was a dull pain in his back immediately.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and avoided the contact between his head and the stone.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?"

Peter asked with a frown. He bent down and made a painful expression after hitting the wall.

The man in front of him had a thick beard and a pair of dark eyes that could swallow everything like a black hole, and he was staring at him fiercely with his eyes wide open.

Before Peter could ask the answer he wanted, the other party raised his right arm and grabbed his neck, knocking him back into the corner again.

Even with Spider-Man's super body, Peter felt dizzy.

He still felt a heavy pain in his back when he left school to meet Angus at the parking lot.

"What's wrong with you? Why do you keep rubbing your waist? Are you uncomfortable?"

"It's nothing, I was hit by a classmate just now."

Although he didn't know who that man was until the end, but his good intentions were clear.

Since he was clearly warned not to tell Angus, Peter had no choice but to lie and avoid talking about it.

Angus raised his hand and stroked Peter's waist, and kneaded it a few times. His strength was well grasped, and he carefully used his super healing ability. Peter Nature is very useful.

"Ah... so comfortable, senior, why are you so good at massage!"

Peter only felt the heat on his waist, and he felt extremely comfortable all over.

He didn't continue on the road anymore, and simply stopped, "Knead me more."

Angus made another hand, "Who messed with you, and didn't give him a good reprimand? I guess with your temper, you can at most frown and stare at others, and you will definitely not be held accountable!"

"He didn't mean it."

Peter guessed that he should be some kind of relative of senior Angus, with a bearded uncle's face, maybe his father?

He looked at Angus, looked again and again, and secretly compared the face, but he didn't know that in order to avoid bumping into Angus, the disguised electronic mask that Rumlow wore deliberately made himself older, but It's just an electronic face used casually, and it certainly won't have any similarities with Angus.

Angus massaged his waist seriously, raised his eyes to meet Peter's eyes, and his own face was reflected in the eyes of the little lover, with a pair of bright blue eyes.

Both laughed.

Peter leaned forward a little and pecked him on the forehead.

"I'll take good care of you, senior!"

After he finished speaking, he moved to Angus's lips and slapped him heavily.

Hearing Peter say such words in a milky voice, Angus felt warm in his heart. Although he boasted that he had a thick skin, he also felt a burning sensation on his face at the moment.

"Why did you say this inexplicably, figure it out, kid, I'm taking care of you now."

Angus' hand on Peter's waist suddenly tightened and squeezed him hard.

Peter whimpered in pain.

"Is there any technique for this? I'll rub it for you too. In the future, you will have a sore back and backache, and I will rub it for you when you get old!"

"Then you have to massage a lot. When you are old, you can obediently give me a massage tonight... Or, if you start lightly, I won't be sore by you." It hurts, you have the nerve to say it! Every time you get cheap and act good!"

"But... that's not because the senior said you should go faster..."

"I didn't, you shut up!"

The two of them fought and fought until they got back into their car, each other was sweating, their bodies were hot, and they felt even more in the confined space.

After turning on the air conditioner in the car, Angus wanted more temperature.

"It's class time now, there aren't many people passing by here."

"Sure enough, again..." However, Peter didn't intend to say such complaints. The two of them had been together for a long time, and he already knew when to talk less and do more.

On the other side, Rumlow, who was drinking, was chatting with his buddies.

Grant Ward poured him another glass of wine. In fact, he interrupted his best friend and told him to be quiet, but right now, Rumlow had obviously drunk too much, and the sign of him drinking too much was his transformation words. chatter.

Again.

From hanging out on the street before joining Hydra to going in and training with Hydra.

"Drunk as long as you get drunk, can he stop talking about my black history!"

Grant Ward protested softly.

He also knew it wasn't going to work.

If Rumlow wasn't in a bad mood, Grant would knock him out with a stool and tell him to shut up!

"What did you do when you went to school to meet that kid?"

Rumlow dodged the question again.

"You are not drunk at all, you are really sober about Angus!"

Grant Ward slammed the bottle on the table.

That year, both Rumlow and he had just joined Hydra to work. Once they went to Germany on a mission. In a bar, Rumlow met a good-looking boy.

Unlike all the one-night stands, the boy wasn't interested in Rumlow.

But the next day he couldn't get out of Rumlow's bed at all.

Grant Ward was not interested in what happened, he just saw the boy with tears on his face and bruises all over his body.

It's not a big deal, who is not a vagabond when he is young, there are always one or two things that black history can't cover up.

The Hydra was already so unbearable.

However, Rumlow has kept a safe distance from Angus for so many years.

"You love him so much that you can't even touch him!"

Grant Ward asked for another bottle of wine, so he had to resign himself to drinking with the already drunk guy.

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