When Veterans Met Bat Girl

Steve looked at the monitor in his hand with a cold face.

Coulson, who was still watching the surveillance in the car, couldn't help but cover his eyes, unable to bear to look directly.

I saw several densely packed windows on the computer screen, one of which was the monitoring device that the male god was holding in a vase.

He subconsciously wanted to take the earphones off his head, but it was still a step too late.Coulson only listened to the male god's voice from the earphones, which was obviously still pleasant but felt inexplicably gloomy.

"Who are you listening to with the monitors here? Can you hear the kitchen at this distance?"

Oh, what the male god said is so reasonable, I am speechless.

"You are monitoring the employees and customers in the store, which is an invasion of other people's privacy." Citizens' rights and interests are not guaranteed, and it is difficult for Steve to look good to these agents.

Coulson was very ashamed, obviously he didn't feel that he had done anything wrong, but when he heard what the male god said, he was only left with a guilty conscience.

Feeling guilty, he took off the earphones silently, pretending that he didn't hear anything, doing it blatantly.

Even if you have a guilty conscience, you will not change your life or death.

No matter how much he disapproves of his most beloved Captain America, Coulson will not back down on his professionalism as an agent.

After all, in his opinion, by observing the people who appeared in the store, he might get some new clues.

I swear on the dignity of an agent, he is definitely not doing it for selfishness!For some unknown reason, Coulson manipulated the surveillance cameras in the donut shop, slowly adjusting the angle and adjusting the wide angle, hoping to get a headshot of the male god.

He turned the other monitoring into a small window for the time being, and only maximized the shot of the male god. Looking at the close-up portrait of the male god, Coulson sighed in his heart, he really deserves to be a male god, even frowning flickers Dazzling light!

The male god frowning looking at the monitoring equipment in the camera is so majestic and upright. Coulson thought to himself, his male god is so perfect and kind, and he is still fighting for the people!That's right, this is my male god. He fought for the freedom of the people decades ago, and he is still fighting for the freedom of the people decades later!Omg he is so nice! !

Coulson on this side is acting like an idiot, while Luo Dadun, who has no idea that he has become a mugshot and has been screenshotted as a screensaver, walked to the trash can on the street with his long legs, and looked at his hands. The button-like monitor exploded at once and was thrown into the trash can.

After finishing these things, Steve turned around and went back to the donut shop.

"...I can explain it." The blond man looked awkwardly at Felicia who was quietly staring at the flowers he put on the table, and said for a long time.

Felicia didn't expect it, she just remembered that she had invited Steve but forgot him, she felt a little guilty, so she came out to have a look.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she came out, she saw her originally clean and tidy donut shop... oh, it was still clean and tidy.

Originally clean and elegant table No. 3!The small bouquets were scattered on the table, not to mention wetting the tablecloth, and the vase next to it was tilted to the side, and the water in the bottle slowly flowed out.

Felicia folded her hands on her chest with no expression on her face, she didn't have the slightest turmoil in her heart, she just complained in her heart that she was angry and threw him aside on purpose.

Of course, Steve also saw the mess. He looked at Felicia with some embarrassment and said, "I will clean it up for you, and there is a reason for this situation."

"Oh." Felicia said indifferently, she didn't know why there was a reason for it.

Steve hesitated. He didn't want to tell Felicia about the monitor, and he didn't need to think about it to know what the consequences of telling Felicia would be.

But without saying anything, he was not reconciled to letting Thea misunderstand Steve so much.

"I, I think this flower is a bit stale..." Before he finished speaking, Steve looked at Felicia's "You" and continued to make up, believing my expression of defeat, and stopped talking.

He eagerly straightened the small vase that had been tilted on the table, then with a big wave of his hand, he collected the scattered small flowers on the table, and put them back in the vase casually.

Felicia was amazed watching Steve's series of operations. What's going on?The flowers in the vase are arranged in a mess, and the whole bouquet seems to be an interpretation of life without love.

"That's it? Don't you need to put some water? Don't you need to rearrange it?" Just stuff it in like this?Felicia just felt like she wanted to be quiet, her head hurt a little.

As if reminded, Steve turned to Felicia's holy place—the kitchen.

Soon he came out with a wilted bouquet that had obviously been washed by the running water and a square cloth with white flowers on a blue background.

I saw him happy like a 200-pound idiot, with the words waiting for praise written all over his face.He put the vase back in its original place casually, then lifted the messy tablecloth and wiped it with the rag in his hand.

Felicia watched him work in full swing, and thought there was nothing wrong, so she planned to turn around and go back to the kitchen to continue working.

But when she turned around abruptly, why did the rag in Steve's hand look so much like the towel she put on the sink?Her eyes widened, no matter how she looked, she looked like her favorite little towel.

"Steve, where did you get this...?" Felicia asked after thinking about it.

Steve looked at Felicia and raised the rag in his hand, "Is this it? It's hanging on the sink near the door. What's the problem?"

Of course there are problems!What the hell are you holding my face towel!

In any case, the oily fume in the kitchen was still a bit big, so Felicia specially cut a small place for herself at the door to wash her face and hands to get rid of the greasy.This blue towel with white flowers was specially brought back from home by her, and it was specially used to wipe her face. She never forgot to clean it every day, and she liked it very much.

But she never expected that her small blue towel with white flowers turned into a rag in Steve's hands with such a careful effort...

It's impossible to say that the mood at this time is not complicated. This is really her favorite towel.

If she didn't like her, she definitely wouldn't have brought her here from home, but getting angry over a towel seemed a little too much. Felicia wondered whether she should be angry or not, and felt that she was about to split.

In the end, she took a deep look at Steve who was still cleaning the table vigorously, and silently said goodbye to her little white flower on a blue background in her heart.

Steve scratched his head innocently, not knowing what Felicia's expression was because of. He continued to wipe the table until he was satisfied.

After feeling that the table was clean, he began to earnestly find the mopping floor, trying to clean up the water mounds on the ground and keep the floor spotless.

It wasn't until the series was almost finished that Steve picked up the tablecloth he had put aside, and walked towards the back kitchen to wash it.

Here, Felicia was still mourning for her towel, and she didn't want to see Steve's overly simple and stupid face at all, but Steve had already squeezed in.Felicia had nothing to say. Seeing that the donuts in the oven were almost done, she turned around and opened the oven to pull out the donuts and take them outside.

Out of sight and out of mind, Felicia placed donuts one by one on the counter, completely ignoring Steve who was still struggling to wash the tablecloth inside.

At this time, a little boy suddenly came in from the outside. He had messy brown curly hair and a cute and shy smile. Like an innocent little animal, he instantly melted Felicia's heart.

The boy looked only about ten years old, he was the kind of good boy who was not very popular in school, but he was Felicia's favorite type.

She has always liked those well-behaved and sensible children, since then, those school bullies who are very popular in school are not the kind she likes.

Felicia softened her brows and eyes, and looked at the brown-haired boy: "The door is not open yet, what are you doing here?" As she spoke, she picked out a sweet from the oven tray that hadn't been placed on the counter yet. The donuts were patiently wrapped in wrapping paper and placed in the boy's hands.

Looking at the donut in his hand, the little boy seemed a little shy. He took out a few banknotes from his pocket and stretched them out to Felicia. Felicia watched the boy push the money towards her and shook her head with a smile. He said, "This is for you. Where do you live? Where are your parents?"

The boy's curly hair curled up uncomfortably, and he said in a low voice, "Aunt Mei, you're outside." He smiled shyly after he finished speaking.

Little Peter had noticed this donut shop a long time ago. Although he felt that sometimes there were not many customers, he remembered it in his heart.

This time, he begged Aunt Mei to bring him to buy donuts for breakfast, taking advantage of the fact that Aunt Mei was not feeling well and had no time to make breakfast for him and Uncle Ben, and it was too late for him to go to school.

After watching the fair little boy finish speaking, Felicia looked out subconsciously, and she saw a very young and attractive woman standing outside the door.

"Why don't you invite your Aunt Mei to come in with you? If you want, I'd like to treat you to a cup of milk tea, how about it?" Felicia looked at the little boy and said softly.

Peter shook his head, and Felicia was surprised. She really liked children, "Why did you reject me? Don't you like milk tea? Then, how about milk?"

Peter whispered, "No, I'm going to school, or I'll be late."

Hearing this answer, Felicia could only show a helpless expression, the world is the biggest in school.I don't know why she is always out of tune with other people. Many people feel that it is a shame to go to school on time every day. It is worth bragging if she plays truant.

But it's strange, Felicia just thinks that the meaning of being a student is to study, and it's not normal to skip school, fall in love, play ball and have parties.She has almost gotten used to different ways and not conspiring with each other.

It's not easy to meet a boy who is like a little angel, but he has to go to school... Sad.

Felicia bid farewell to the little angel, and sat weakly on a chair. Steve, who was still struggling with the tablecloth and dishcloth in the back kitchen, smiled when he saw this scene, but did not speak.

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For the welfare of the cuties, A Deng, I wrote more than 600 words, I love you