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

1992 2 Month 14 Day.

United States, New York.

Compared to being in a noisy bar, Ingrid prefers a relatively quiet bar.

On 86th Street in Bensenhe District of Brooklyn, between 18th and 23rd Avenues, there are five small streets named after the bay. Deeply hidden among the dense merchants.

"Hey, are you here?"

The finger holding the whiskey glass froze for a moment, and Ingrid, who heard the familiar voice, turned her head, and saw Tony Stark, who was wearing a T-shirt and sunglasses, with his hands on the two women, standing beside her and smiling at her with.

Tony, who noticed her gaze, subconsciously withdrew his hand, put it beside him, and straightened his back, as if he was facing a serious elder.

"Okay, you can leave now."

Ingrid shook the wine glass in her hand, signaling the two women standing beside Tony to leave.

The young girls looked at each other, saw that Tony had no objection, turned around and left with interest.

Ingrid turned around, and Tony naturally sat beside Ingrid.

"This is the place where your parents and I... no, to be precise, the partners who used to work often come together. Do you know what's strange here?"

"No, I thought this hidden deep bar was only known to me..."

Tony muttered something in a low voice, and then his eyes were attracted by the wine glass in Ingrid's hand.

The amber liquid was served in an open whiskey glass. Under the light, the amber light was cut by the glass and shone on the table one by one, as if wearing a light skirt for the wine glass.

Tony was moved by this beautiful wine.

"Hey~" He snapped his fingers at the bartender, then pointed to the quilt in front of Ingrid, "Help me make a glass of wine like hers."

The bartender who was wiping the glass gave him a faint look.

"Sorry, I only make this drink for lovelorn, heartbroken people."

"I've just lost love." He pointed to the direction where the two young girls left just now, "Look, they haven't been away for long."

The bartender gave him a blank look, but still took a whiskey glass from the bar.

"You are also broken in love like me, do you want to keep your head blank and stop thinking about those things?" Ingrid glared at him, "It's better not to drink this kind of wine, it is regarded as the strongest wine here. ··”

"I've had countless spirits." Tony interrupted her, took the glass handed over by the bartender, took a sip with a smile, and sighed.

"It tastes good, I thought it would be very astringent..."

Ingrid smiled and shook her head.

"I thought it would be a while before I saw you, but I didn't expect to see you again so soon. Besides, are you broken in love? Did you get dumped, or did you dump him?"

"he died."

Seemingly not expecting her to say that, Tony froze for a moment, his hand holding the wine glass froze in mid-air.

"Sorry, I didn't expect... Look here, the flag of the Russian Federation government is raised..."

Tony pointed to the TV hanging above the bar and abruptly changed the subject.

Following the direction of Tony's finger, the solemn Russian national anthem sounded on the colorful TV screen with some snowflakes, and a red flag with crossed sickles and hammers and a gold-rimmed red star on the upper left corner was slowly lowered from the flagpole. Three parallel and equal horizontal rectangular flags of white, blue and red rose slowly from below.

Ingrid picked up the wine glass and took a sip, her eyes turned red unconsciously.

"Didn't it mean that the glory of the Soviet Union lasted forever? How could it disintegrate? How could it disintegrate!"

"...Calm down, calm down, calm down first, get out of the water, come on! Hold my hand..."

The light of the flashlight shone on her face, making her invisible.

"Impossible...Impossible..."

With trembling hands, she took the tracker out of her pocket.

A large piece of the screen was shattered by the impact, and the little red dot that had been flashing on it disappeared without a trace.

"The disintegration of the Soviet Union means that the war is finally over..." Tony smiled gratifiedly, and turned his head, "Ingrid...we..."

Ingrid didn't have the gentle and elegant look before, staring at the TV screen with red eyes.

"In... Ingrid?"

Those bloodshot eyes turned to him.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm very good!"

No, you are not fine at all.

Looking at Ingrid, whose eyes were red and ready to cry at any time, Tony was always at a loss for such a woman.

When he was thinking about how to comfort the woman who was hurt by love, Ingrid interrupted his thinking and stared at him with red eyes.

"Want to drink together?"

Now he is paralyzing his mind with alcohol.

Tony curled his lips and lifted the wine glass in his hand to her.

"Since you are asking like this, how can I put down a beautiful lady..."

"and many more···"

Tony, who was interrupted, frowned in displeasure. Looking at the capricious Ingrid in front of her, she turned and said to the bartender.

"Give him another drink, kamikaze..."

"Don't underestimate me, I've been drinking for three years, and I won't be paralyzed by alcohol..." Tony snatched the glass from her hand and gave her a blank look.

"Are you sure you want to drink this? Is your wine good?"

"Does it make a difference? I don't think I'm likely to get drunk from this drink."

Ingrid smiled.

"This wine has a name because of its color—dusk."

"It's usually given to people who have lost their love, so that their minds will be blank and they won't have painful memories. Usually, the last thing they see after drinking this kind of wine is dusk, and then the sun at noon the next day."

The bartender added.

"But, what I like to call it best is—lost my love."

Ingrid shook the wine glass in her hand, watching the beautiful liquid in the glass rise and fall with melancholy eyes.

After hearing the introduction of this wine by the bartender, a desire to conquer suddenly rose in Tony's heart, and he smiled confidently at the bartender and Ingrid.

"Maybe it doesn't work for me."

As he spoke, he raised the wine glass in his hand and shook it at Ingrid.

Ingrid also smiled and raised the wine glass in her hand.

Then, the two drank it all in one gulp.

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Jingle Bell--

A piercing ringing of the bell woke the sleeping Tony violently, he rolled on the bed and bounced off the bed, stepped on the ground dizzy and turned off the alarm clock.

His temple was throbbing with pain, and he couldn't remember what he had done for a while.

He sat back on the bed in a daze, forced his eyes to look around for a while, and suddenly felt a chill all over his body, looked down, and found that he was wearing a pair of boxer briefs, and there was nothing else on his body.

Resigned to his fate, he stood up and searched around, except that he found himself in a completely unfamiliar room, and there was no scattered clothes in the room.

"oh, suit!"

The severe pain prevented him from concentrating on what happened yesterday.

It seems that after he drank that glass of wine, the memory behind him has been blank until now, without any shadow at all.

"What the hell happened yesterday?"

While talking to himself, his mouth was dry and he wanted to find some water to moisten his mouth.

Then he turned the handle of the door on the other side of the room and walked out of the room.

saw his father.

"You're awake!"

Howard glanced at him lightly, then turned his attention back to the newspaper in his hand.

"Hey?" Tony squinted and called out, "Dad, why are you here?"

The usually steady and steady father gave him a blank look, and then handed him the newspaper in his hand.

"Instead of asking me why I'm here, don't you think you should explain the above to me?"

Ingrid got the call when she got on the plane to Italy.

"Should I thank you for saving me a piece of underwear at the end?" Through the phone, Ingrid could hear the gnashing of teeth on the other end of the phone.

"Cough...cough..."

Ingrid covered her mouth and coughed a few times.

"Listen, I didn't take the clothes off you, you did it yourself."

"What? That's impossible!"

"So I asked you if your wine was good, and I stopped you, but you drank it in the end."

"What about you? Did you stop me when I was drunk?"

Ingrid covered her mouth and coughed a few more times.

"To be precise, I was also drunk and undressed with you, but because I happened to be wearing a one-piece dress yesterday, I couldn't take it off..."

"...Then what's going on running around the streets of New York?"

Ingrid covered her mouth and suppressed a smile.

"I heard from the bartender that after you took off only a pair of underwear, you invited me to take a walk on the streets of New York with you, by the way..." Ingrid imagined Tony on the phone. expression, burst out laughing.

“The blue white dot boxer briefs are very cute…”

"..."

After hanging up the phone, Ingrid was smiling.

The haze caused by Bucky's departure seemed to have dissipated a little.

"Excuse me, are you going to Italy too?"

A voice next to her interrupted her thoughts. An old man with gray hair smiled at her, took off his hat, and turned his head slightly to her.

"Yes, I'm going to Italy."

Ingrid smiled back at him and bowed her head in return.

The old man straightened his back and put his hat on his chest with a smile.

"I saw such a beautiful lady sitting here, I couldn't help but come up to strike up a conversation, can you tell me your name?"

Ingrid opened her eyes, their blue eyes moistening.

"Ingrid . . . Ingrid Barnes."

The author has something to say: Thank you Nissin Kiss for the rocket launcher, hug Ruthless Kiss 233333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333

Well, the author Sang took the mathematics and history exams the day after tomorrow, and after the exams, the update will be stable! ! !