[Captain America] Don't force me to grab a man with you

That menacing affair ended peacefully like this. When the girl left, she left him another souvenir besides the book, which made him dumbfounded.

"Soldier, your face..."

For the usual physical fitness test, the doctor frowned and reminded him in a low voice, then lowered his head and continued to record the form in his hand.

Bucky reached out and touched his cheek suspiciously, and the index finger he retracted was stained with red lipstick.

Seeing Bucky's dumbfounded performance, the doctor slapped the form in his hand on his chest with a half-smile.

"You are in good health..." As if thinking of something, the doctor tapped his lower body with his fingers. "I have seen many people who survived the battlefield, and finally died of venereal diseases."

"Yeah." Bucky rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

"But it's always good for young people to be full of energy." The doctor, who was originally serious, blinked narrowly at him.

The scope of the world is vast, and when most people meet one or two people who make him admire, these strangers often only stay in their memory for a while.

Bucky Barnes is no exception, and the beautiful mixed-race girl only haunts his dreams for a few days. He drinks a few drinks in the bar and listens to his friends brag about their past for a while.

The figure of the girl gradually faded away, of course, if there was no such mission.

"Hey, recruit, this wasn't supposed to be your mission, but Justin had a bad stomach..."

The captain's expression looked a bit tangled, as if he had doubts about the recruit's ability, but he still handed the folder in his hand to the new recruit Bucky.

"This is?"

Bucky took the folder, and a font he had never seen before appeared in the center of the folder——Zhou Jingyi.

The captain began to tell him the background of the mission object while he was looking at the folder.

"z····zhou···his···*!" The captain opened his mouth as if trying to pronounce that special syllable, but his tongue curled up like crumpled clothes, and then he simply gritted his teeth on his own tongue.

"The relationship is complicated. She is of mixed Chinese and American blood, but her grandfather was a senior German military officer. Her mother immigrated to the United States and married a man who smuggled into China to seek gold, and gave birth to her...Anyway, his grandfather had a lot of Nazis. It's an internal secret, but we can't find her grandfather now, so we can only follow her, do you understand?"

Although Bucky didn't understand the relationship very clearly, the more important thing than trying to smooth out other people's family relationships was that he couldn't read the name of the person on this mission.

This weird exotic font is different from any Latin alphabet that Bucky has ever seen, and their pronunciation is even more a headache for this native American guy. Can't shout out.

"Don't she have an English name?" After biting his tongue hard again, Bucky finally couldn't help complaining to the captain.

"Of course she has!" The captain pulled back the paper in his hand, "It's just that we don't know."

"Then there must be a picture of her." Bucky suddenly felt a little suspicious of the military's ability to grasp intelligence.

"Sorry, neither do we." The captain sniffed, looking a little embarrassed, "You know, women's makeup skills are always ahead of technology..."

A veteran and a recruit sit in a car, looking for their targets on the streets of the bustling downtown New York City.

It is very difficult to find such a Chinese-American mixed-race woman among a group of New York women with various hair colors. The influx of foreign labor during World War I and the new country of the United States does not have a long history. It is that there are many oriental faces among the street crowd in New York.

The Germans also ridiculed that the United States is a bastard market.

In this way, the two of them drove the car around the center of New York, circle after circle.

It was summer, and the windows around the carriage had to be opened because they were looking for people. The stuffy air and noisy atmosphere were undoubtedly not tormenting the nerves of the people in the carriage.

After all, Bucky was still a new recruit who had just joined the army. At least among the three, his patience was the first to run out.

"Whether the information given by the military is accurate or not, we have circled around the center of New York many times, and we have seen many faces from the east, but we have never found the woman with prominent facial features that the captain mentioned..."

Yes, the captain did not provide any photos to them, only said one sentence.

"When you see her, you will understand, because her facial features are very obvious, the characteristic western face shape, the eastern face curve..."

This is a completely contradictory statement. How can a person see the characteristics of the East and the West on the face at the same time? At least the protruding frontal bone, which is loved by Western men, basically does not appear on the faces of Eastern women.

He wasn't the only one who was bored, the veteran sitting in the driver's seat yawned, turned the steering wheel in his hand, and prepared to circle around New York again.

Then, at the moment when the car body turned around, the veteran casually supervised, and this mission came to fruition.

"...There!" The old soldier's voice trembled with excitement.

Bucky pinched the tip of his nose, his eyes were sore from the long-time focused inspection.

"I just heard your sentence 10 minutes ago. It is impossible to find something without comparison from tens of thousands of people..."

Hot air rushed into his lungs, and he gasped.

The woman in the black tight-fitting long dress pressed her red and round lips against the wall of the cup and took a small sip.

They searched for a woman for nearly three hours. At this time, they were sitting comfortably in a bustling street cafe in New York. This woman had a beautiful face combining Chinese and Western styles, which made American veterans who didn't like Oriental girls whistled. .

"Look at Bucky, I said we found it, I don't think there will be another woman in New York with a face like this..."

In the back seat, there was no figure of a young American soldier. There was only an inconspicuous dent left on the empty seat, and the door was wide open.

The veteran reacted, and quickly turned his head to look at the street cafe just now. Miaoman's girl also disappeared without a trace, leaving only a half cup of coffee with lipstick marks on the wall of the cup.

suit!

The American veteran slammed the steering wheel in front of him.

At this time, the culprit who caused the veteran a headache was hiding behind the cafe and panting violently. After he recovered, he looked at the other party's faceless appearance and smiled face to face.

"Ha... ha, I... have never run so recklessly."

The black hair was originally fixed obediently on the back of the girl's head, but at this time it was half loose, sticking to the girl's sweaty face profusely.

"Don't you ask me why I ran away?"

Bucky closed his eyes and leaned against the wall to catch his breath.

"Look at your neat military uniform, don't you understand?" The girl brushed the hair sticking to her face back, and stared at him gently with long blue eyes.

"When I was running just now, do you know what was going on in my mind?" The girl leaned over, spreading her warm breath on his face, "It's like Romeo and Juliet's private meeting in the Capulet's orchard The mutual talk is heart-warming, sneaky but exciting."

After all, he is still a young man, no matter how many women he has passed through before, when he meets the one he likes the most, he will still get hot-headed and desperate in the end.

Just at this ambiguous distance, where even the breath of each other can be sensed, Bucky almost complied with the wonderful atmosphere, and kissed those two bright red lips.

The girl took a step back.

"However, I don't have any extra money for you." She shrugged.

Bucky couldn't get out of the atmosphere just now, he subconsciously reached out and scratched the back of his head, and the atmosphere became awkward.

"Can I invite you to dinner?"

As soon as this incoherent sentence came out of his mouth, Bucky began to regret his completely thoughtless words.

"Pfft!" The girl covered her mouth and let out a low laugh.

Perhaps seeing the embarrassment of the two parties, the sense of distance from the girl subconsciously dissipated, and even her smile became more childish.

"I wonder if the man I saw on the train was you?" The girl looked at him with a smile, and said to him with a hint of ridicule, "Shouldn't Mr. Bucky be more humorous? Such blunt Topic change."

Bucky was not to be outdone, he escaped from his purse, and when he was escaping with the girl just now, he handed the girl a rose he picked off in someone else's garden.

Poor roses, which should have thrived in fertile soil, are squeezed in pockets like a hunk of pasty left out overnight.

"It's a pity that I was too impatient when I went out, and I couldn't prepare the most beautiful rose for you."

The handsome man stared at the beautiful girl in front of him with pale eyes without blinking, as if she was the girl he loved deeply in his heart.

"Ah, what a pitiful invitation!" The girl smiled and took the wrinkled rose in his hand, put it under the tip of her nose and took a deep breath, "However, invite me again next time."

Bucky, who was politely rejected by the girl, was in a low mood, but as a gentleman, he would not ask the lady deeply and entangle him. He lowered his head slightly, and his deep male voice slowly echoed in the narrow alley.

"Please don't reject me next time..."

The girl looked at the man who was obviously very disappointed but insisted on holding a smile in front of her, and laughed 'giggle'.

The "sweet words" behind Bucky were all blocked back to his throat by this sweet laughter, and his emotions were also infected by the girl's laughter, becoming brisk.

"What I want to say is." The girl gently stroked the petals in her hand, her eyes glanced at his face from time to time, "As an apology for taking away the 'souvenir' last time, I will invite you to dinner this time, you can't Refuse!"

Bucky was about to be macho, and told the girl that he didn't care about what happened last time, but was forced back by the girl's soft and serious eyes.

Seeing the man obediently closing his mouth and nodding, his red and soft lips rubbed against the petals and curled upwards, his hoarse voice with indescribable charm drew on Bucky's heart.

"Let's go, Mr. Bucky, the night is so beautiful, why waste time here?"

The night was dark and the atmosphere was just right.

The man stretched out his arm, and the beautiful woman took his arm. The two smiled at each other and walked briskly through the dark alley to the brightly lit New York restaurant.

Not far away, across an alley, an American veteran was holding a dry and cold burrito, leaning against the side of the car door in the howling wind, he looked at the couples in pairs, and complained in a low voice With a sound, he took a hard bite of the burrito in his hand.