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

When handing the wine to Steve, Ingrid hesitated for a moment, glanced at the not-so-bright ring on her middle finger, and firmly handed the wine glass to Steve.

A person's strictness to himself may also be seen from other aspects. Steve's wine is much better than Tony's. Even Ingrid, who often drinks this kind of wine, can't help but look at him with admiration. .

Although he was also running wildly on the streets of New York with Ingrid, in the eyes of others, it was just Captain America jogging on the street with his shirt off.

"Wow! I heard you were drunk yesterday." The red-haired woman hooked her fingers and looked at Captain America, who was sitting on the sofa and covered his head playfully, "Well, you have a good figure."

"Jogging on the streets of New York with bare upper body in the middle of the night..." Black Widow Natasha Romanoff leaned on the edge of the table, wrapping her arms, "I heard that during World War II, soldiers had upper body jogging training ···but·····"

Natasha tapped the ground with her toe.

"Like last night, you were jogging on the busiest street in New York with your upper body naked, and this morning S.H.I.E.L.D. received a similar accusation of sexual harassment against you..."

"Yesterday... after drinking a glass of wine, my mind went blank and I don't even remember what I did..."

"Drink a glass of wine?" Natasha raised her eyebrows, "I remember that even anesthetics can't anesthetize you..."

"So you just cried to me?" Ingrid looked at the depressed man sitting across from him, "I didn't expect that glass of wine could knock down even the person you've injected with the perfect serum, I'm treating you to dinner now , as an apology to you..."

"Have you dealt with the relationship with other people?" Ingrid looked at Steve with a smile.

Although because of what happened yesterday, Steve felt extremely embarrassed to face other people in S.H.I.E.L.D. Similarly, after he unfreezes, it is often the S.H.I.E.L.D. They are cautious when getting along, as if they are afraid of offending him.

"...someone slapped my ass this morning..." At this point, Steve's expression also became uncomfortable.

"what?"

Ingrid, who didn't expect to get such an answer, froze for a moment, but remembered that there seemed to be some jokes like slapping each other's buttocks among some familiar Americans.

"Well... then what?"

Ingrid covered her lips and suppressed a smile.

"Then..." Steve frowned, "I thought that was the way young people greet each other, so I shot back... but didn't have a good grasp..."

"..."

Ingrid had already guessed what would happen to that man.

"...Did I do something wrong?" Looking at Ingrid who was expressionless, Steve asked aloud.

Ingrid, who was brought back to her thoughts by Steve's voice, fixed her gaze on Steve's face.

This face is the same as my own, and 70 years have left no trace on it. The only difference may be the expression on the face.

Seventy years ago, this face shone with dazzling brilliance, even in the darkest environment, even in the most severe pain, this light has never been dimmed.

But now, this ray of light seemed to be blocked by a black shadow, with a color of doubt, flickering on his face.

"what is troubling you?"

Ingrid asked him.

The sudden change of subject caught Steve off guard for a moment.

"trouble?"

"Steve..." Ingrid sighed, "I've been with you for quite a while, maybe I don't know you as well as Bucky, but I can still see the difference in your expression when you're upset."

"Since yesterday, your eyebrows have been furrowed, the corners of your mouth have been drooping, and you are always holding hands unconsciously. These are actions you only make when you are troubled... can you tell me? Are you troubled? things."

"I don't know..." He spread his fingers, "It's just... just closing your eyes and then opening them, everything changed, the buildings, people, even the color of the sky... 70 years ago, I can punch Hydra, Nazis, and now..."

The spread fingers tightened tightly, as if trying to hold something.

"I wonder if I'm getting old... out of step with the times?"

Ingrid's reaction to this was a 'poof' laugh.

"You don't wait for me to answer, someone will pat your ass, which means that person has begun to accept you, but I think he may not want to pat your ass again in the future... and..." Ingrid asked Hold your chin, "Old things don't mean they will be abandoned by the times..."

Ingrid tugged at her army green skirt.

"I'm still wearing the uniform I wore during World War II, and the perfume I wear is also popular during World War II, and my makeup is the standard work makeup during World War II... If anyone doubts your appearance or movements, you tell him."

"This is nostalgia, even though the war is gone, even if the pain is gone, the wounds still exist, the dead soldiers, the ruined homes... these cannot be forgotten, I can only use this kind of occurrence to remember, remember Beloved, so as to develop towards a better future..."

This is also when Ingrid wears clothes that are incompatible with the surroundings, but no one in S.H.I.E.L.D. will make fun of her clothes. This is a kind of respect for people who died for their country.

"You have no idea how popular Captain America is with Americans." Ingrid smiled and winked at Steve, "You can buy cards with Captain America printed on them in many toy stores. "

Steve covered his head and laughed.

"Although nostalgia for the past is an important part of life, it is also very important to progress with the times."

"Oh? Is my dear Captain America doing something stylish?"

"Is it progressing with the times to change the hood that is separated from the clothes in the uniform into a one-piece hood?"

"・・・"

Maybe even Steve himself didn't realize it, although inside S.H.I.E.L.D., there were a lot more people joking with him about what happened in the streets of New York yesterday.

It's like an epic hero who is constantly beautified and sung in history. After doing a shameful thing in front of you, he is suddenly pulled down from the sacred hall, and the distance between them suddenly shrinks a lot.

"We also talked for a long time, we should have something to eat."

Ingrid picked up the knife and fork that were at hand.

"Do you have any troubles?"

"Trouble?" Ingrid glanced at Steve, "Why do I have trouble..."

"I stayed with you for a long time." Steve interrupted her, "When you are troubled, you will keep smiling, then subconsciously rub your fingers, and keep changing the subject..."

"Eat something before..."

Steve smiled and winked at her, his thick eyelashes up and down.

"Well, I didn't want to change the subject." Ingrid puffed up her fingers and pressed her forehead, "If you want to talk about the things that bother you recently, it's probably..."

'Poof' sound.

Ingrid was sprayed on the head by a sudden jet of water.

"Okay...it seems that the topic has to be postponed."

Steve looked up at the fire sprinklers on the ceiling that suddenly started spraying water. As he spoke, thick smoke spread out from the direction of the stairs one after another.

"You wait for me outside, the fire hasn't completely spread yet, I'll go up..."

As he spoke, Steve took out his shield from his backpack and ran to the place where the smoke was thickest.

"Hey, wait..." Ingrid called to Steve. "You still don't know where the fire is."

Ingrid took out the phone from her pocket, pressed a few times on the screen, clicked on the [-]D view of the building, and held it up to Steve Fei.

"On the left of the 8th floor..."

"Wait! You can't take the elevator during a fire!" Looking at Captain America who was holding down the elevator button, Ingrid added, "It seems that I have to teach you the basic knowledge of modern firefighting... "

Steve froze for a moment, fixed the shield in his hand behind his back, and obediently climbed up the stairs without looking back.

The author has something to say: In fact, I have always thought that the captain is a serious little simple~