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

"I thought you would give me a hug when you saw me wake up..." Steve scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and added uncertainly, "...I thought I would say a few words A wisecrack would make me look more fashionable."

Ingrid gave him a blank look, and flicked the cigarette butt.

"It's better for you to be as serious as before. You are the object of American teenagers' worship. If you end up becoming a witty...unserious guy, I think you will be complained by your parents..."

Ingrid smiled, put the cigarette butt in her hand to her mouth, and said vaguely.

"As for, you think I'll give you a hug? I haven't seen you for 70 years, but the same, I've lived for so long, unlike you who slept and woke up for 70 years, this time is I really had a good time..."

A cloud of smoke spewed out from the edge of the red lips, as if sighing.

"I'm old, my soul is old... I can't bear the ups and downs of emotions at all, knowing that you are still alive, I am satisfied."

Looking at the woman's face blurred in the smoke, Steve felt a pain in his heart.

He couldn't imagine Ingrid spending her later days without nearly everyone she knew.

"Hey?..." Ingrid exclaimed, staring at Steve who turned around and bent down to pinch the cigarette from his mouth, "This is mine."

"I know." Steve carefully avoided her lips, pinched the cigarette down, snuffed out the spark of the cigarette butt, and took out a handkerchief from his body to wrap it up.

"Give me the rest."

Steve raised an eyebrow at her and held out his hand.

Ingrid, who was suppressed by the invisible aura of Captain America, muttered a few words with her mouth pursed, and obediently took out a pack of squashed cigarettes from her body and gave it to him.

"and also!"

The hand hanging in mid-air moved closer to her.

"This is the last box."

Gritting her teeth, Ingrid took out another unopened cigarette box from her pocket and handed it to him.

Steve sighed, pinching Ingrid's collar with one hand, grabbing the clothes around Ingrid's waist with the other, then turned his head, then turned Ingrid upside down, shaking few times.

"...You can't treat me like this! How can you treat me like Bucky!"

When Bucky was still around, they often conspired like this, one person lifted her left foot, and the other lifted her upside down by her right foot, shaking out the small pistol she hid on her body.

Then, with a slight shaking, the cigarette case all over Ingrid's body was shaken out.

"One, two, three...six, plus the two packs just now, you actually have eight packs of cigarettes on you? How much do you smoke?"

After landing, Ingrid gave him a gloomy look.

"In S.H.I.E.L.D., I don't have time to go out at all... well..." Ingrid, who was defeated by Steve's serious expression, confessed, "There are not that many, at most six boxes."

"Six boxes is not much? Judging by your appearance, I guess you have been smoking for at least ten years..."

"Actually, it's only nine years and five months..."

Looking at Ingrid who was still retorting, Steve sighed and looked straight at her.

"Look, Gerry, I don't want you to end up dying of lung cancer..."

"I'm not going to die, I haven't been sick since I injected the serum..."

"Not now, doesn't mean there won't be in the future!!!"

Ingrid trembled at the sudden high-pitched tone.

"...I'm sorry, I just...just, I don't want anything to happen to you."

As long as he saw Ingrid's face, he couldn't help thinking of the scene where his best friend fell into the cliff at the end, and the burning eyes when he handed him the small box.

As long as he thinks of this, even if he was stabbed on the battlefield, his eye sockets will turn red even if they are not red.

"I hope you can live happily..." Bucky also hoped so.

"I won't die..."

Ingrid didn't know what to think of, and smiled softly.

The blurred black figure through the glass window is vivid in my mind, and the confession accompanied by the sound of water seems to clearly happen yesterday.

【How could I, how could I go against his wish for me to live? 】

"Don't look at me with such worried eyes, I will live longer than anyone else, longer than you..."

Ingrid took Steve's arm, hugged him slowly, and whispered softly in his ear.

"Don't you wish I could give you a homecoming hug? I'm so happy to be back alive."

Across the back of her head, Steve couldn't see what her last expression was like, but felt the feeling of being wet by water slowly coming from his shoulders.

"Do you think we're like two poor bachelors getting together to complain?"

Ingrid let go of her hand, and although her eyes were all red from the tip of her nose, she still smiled brightly.

"...Then what do you think we two bachelors should do?"

"Remember the Qing Bar I went to before?"

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"It feels the same as it did 70 years ago, almost nothing has changed...it's incredible..."

Ingrid laughed as she looked at Steve, who looked up and inspected carefully after entering the bar.

"Maybe it's just a dream like you?"

Steve looked at her with a smile.

"Perhaps it is."

Compared with other bars that have gradually entered neon lights and exquisite clear bars with glass as building materials, the passage of time seems to have failed to leave traces on this clear bar.

Wooden floor, wooden bar, wooden ceiling...

"Hey, look, here are my handprints from 70 years ago."

Steve pointed to the handprints that were still clearly visible on the bar, and then pressed his palms on it. The completely overlapping hands made him feel relieved suddenly.

It seemed that he had finally found a place to live in a completely unfamiliar environment, and there was even a happy smile on his face that was completely inconsistent with his temperament.

"This should also be the last holy place that those of us who have been abandoned by the times can find."

Ingrid propped her chin with her hand, smiled and looked at the busy bartender at the bar, and became a little sad.

"I remember that the bartender was a beautiful Russian boy when I came for the first time, an Asian young man with calm eyes when I came for the second time, and a middle-aged blond man with soft temperament when I came for the third time , Has it changed again now?"

Looking at the green-eyed young man who was smiling and wiping the wine glass, he became in a trance.

"Before I knew it...it's been 70 years."

"Gerry!"

A cry pulled Ingrid back from the illusion to the real world.

"Ok?"

Ingrid looked suspiciously at Steve who suddenly stopped her.

Not knowing what Steve did, Ingrid actually read a sense of guilt from his expression.

"I was planning to give this to you after the war is over...but I didn't think of the end..."

He took out a small box from his pocket and handed it to Ingrid.

It may be that after long-term erosion and torment in the hot and cold environment, the gun around the box has all fallen off, leaving only a rectangular shape with no visible raw material.

"this is?"

Steve didn't speak, and pushed the box into Ingrid's hand.

Ingrid glanced at Steve, and Steve turned his head as if avoiding her sight.

Ingrid lowered her head and opened the box.

The small and damaged ring has long lost its smooth and dazzling appearance. The body of the ring is full of dents that have been knocked out. The white gemstone on the top of the ring emits a faint light.

It's been too long, really too long.

The strong emotions have been polished long ago, and there is not much left, as if the rushing river has turned into a gentle trickle after passing through many areas.

Sad feelings beat her heart one after another.

"Fortunately, I haven't gained weight in the past 70 years." Ingrid smiled and took out the ring from the box and put it on her middle finger. "Look, it's just right."

Steve still turned his head, unable to bear to look at her expression again.

"I think I need a dusk."

Ingrid wiped the corners of her eyes and raised her hand to the bartender.

"Give me a cup too, the same as hers."

Steve said to the bartender.

I don't know how this wine was prepared. Even Steve, who had already been injected with serum, couldn't hold on. For the first time since the injection of serum, he experienced the feeling of being so drunk that he lost his mind.

Two bachelors both run out of control on the streets of New York.

The author has something to say: I will work hard to update and finish this article.

Whatever, I am saving the manuscript here, and I will start the article after it is finished here.

Introduction

The story of synthetic biology and the offspring of researchers.

It is also the story of the heroine being tricked into the research room and then trapped in the big black room.

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1. The male protagonist is a synthetic creature with no human values, and his attributes are ghosts and animals pretending to be pigs and eating tigers.

2. The background is borrowed from horror games, Escape and Escape · Informer.

3. Jiyou said that writing No.1 title is more emotional, so the full text is called No.1.

4. There are involuntary primitive instinct activities (more than once)

5. Content hunting.

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