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

The world is gradually improving, and the United States, which has experienced World War I, is slowly returning to life.

Then the idle heroes start to do nothing.

"Do you want me to dance with you?"

Ingrid looked at the man with thick eyelashes and toned chest muscles in surprise.

"...Just like 70 years ago, take me..." Steve waved his hand and smiled at Ingrid.

"Dear Captain." Ingrid sighed, looked up and glanced at Captain America, who was a head taller than herself, "70 years ago, you were half shorter than me, and I could still drag you around a few times. circle, but now…”

Ingrid reached out and poked his chest muscles, and there was a hard feeling like a stone under her fingers.

"Don't say I'm dragging you around in circles. If you stand still, I'm afraid I won't be able to drag you at all. Could it be that you're dragging me to jump?"

"You know, I slept for 70 years..."

The cause of the incident was that after Loki was beaten back to his hometown, S.H.I.E.L.D. decided to hold a party to celebrate the victory of the battle.

As the leader of the Avengers, Captain America has become the target of public criticism. Among them, Iron Man, who fears that the world will not be chaotic, is encouraging them to ask their respected Captain America to have a hot dance at that time.

If Captain America were to rush to the battlefield and fight the enemy head-on, he would definitely not hesitate, but on the dance floor, he is a movement disorder who will step on the beat with his left foot and right foot.

The only dance miracle in his life was created under the guidance of Ingrid.

Of course, Natasha, the black widow, couldn't help him, because she already had a partner.

In fact, he and Ingrid were the only poor bachelors around the dance floor when the party started.

Even Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., glared at one of his exposed eyes and slowly danced with Maria Hill on the dance floor.

Although Steve still wears his trademark smile, Ingrid, who has been with him for a long time, still sees his yearning for dancing from his sparkling blue eyes.

"Hey Steve, remember how Jass danced?"

"Jass?" Steve was stunned for a moment, looking at the couples on the dance floor with arms crossed, men and women with their chests up and heads up, and frowned, "Will that look too old-fashioned?"

"Old-fashioned?" Ingrid raised her eyebrows, "That's also part of history, how can it be called old-fashioned?"

After speaking, she looked at Captain America with a half-smile.

"Soldier! Are you ready to move?"

Hearing the tone of the order, Steve subconsciously straightened his back.

"Then let's get ready to look back on the past~"

With that said, Ingrid turned and ran towards the music control room.

Jass, as the name suggests, is the predecessor of modern jazz, that is, jazz dance.

During World War II, American soldiers who went abroad often hugged each other in private and danced enthusiastically, thanking each other for their survival.

Of course, jazz dance at that time was very different from modern dance.

Of course, male soldiers with stiff bodies can't do the movements of twisting their waists and swinging their hips, they can only use clapping and stomping instead

The gentle and lyrical music was suddenly interrupted by a strange whistle.

Then there is the clarinet with the sound of the saxophone.

The people dancing on the dance floor stopped and looked to the other side of the dance floor irritably.

Then, there was the sound of snapping fingers, which was not part of the music, but the sound made on the spot.

Ingrid snapped her fingers and walked slowly down the stairs.

At the end of his line of sight, Captain America shook his head and laughed, clapping his hands along the rhythm of the tune and walking towards Ingrid step by step on the saxophone music mixed with drum beats.

"What... what is this? An old disco?"

Iron Man pointed to the two clapping and twirling, shrugging and swaying in the middle of the dance floor.

"Why is Ingrid in there too!"

"how do you feel?"

Ingrid straightened her arms in a scissors-hand motion, shook her head, took a step back, and walked up to Steve again.

"For the first time in 70 years, it feels okay."

Steve grabbed Ingrid's outstretched arm, and they both took three steps to the left, waving their hands.

"I haven't danced in 70 years, but I dance pretty well."

Ingrid smiled.

"Things that seem old-fashioned are sometimes more memorable."

After hearing this sentence, Steve froze for a moment, and then understood the meaning of her words.

The space that had been vacated because of their 'strange' dance was filled with people at some point, most of them were elderly people, just like them clumsily stretching out one foot to the ground while clapping their hands to keep the rhythm .

The one-eyed director, who was wearing a blindfold like a pirate, passed between them clapping his hands, and winked at Steve blankly by the way.

"My dancing skills are pretty good."

"How... did you do that?"

Looking at the S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel who jumped up with them, Steve's eyes widened in disbelief.

"I think... probably because the dances during World War II were so special." Ingrid snapped her fingers with her left hand, "Well, I'm just kidding, you probably can't imagine the things left over after World War II."

"Thoughts and feelings are like the throbbing in your heart when you see the scenes of veterans surviving World War II dictating the scene. Even though it is old-fashioned, it is worth remembering and respecting."

Ingrid stopped, crossed her hips, and looked at Steve quietly.

"You are our Captain America, even if you are not the strongest among the heroes now, you are still the most respectable one."

Steve was touched by this sentence, looked at the clapping and stamping crowd around him, and suddenly couldn't say a word.

"However, I think it shouldn't be me who should dance with you most now."

Ingrid raised her finger and gave Steve a sly smile.

Then, as if the crowd had sensed something, they slowly separated, and a figure slowly emerged from the end of the dance floor.

The visitor had white hair and deep criss-cross wrinkles on his face, but he was wearing bright red lipstick, wearing a tight red dress, and high heels that didn't match her age at all.

Walking towards Steve step by step in step with the rhythm.

Just like the beautiful female agent who amazed countless people in the World War II bar.

"You...you...you still need me to dance..."

The old woman raised her hand to him with trembling hands.

Steve bent down slightly, holding the old woman's fingers, with a gentle smile on his face.

"Yes, can Ms. Carter dance with me?"

The dance that was 70 years late finally took its first step today.

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"It's all one-on-one, and it looks like I'm the only one who is single."

Ingrid, who was hiding near the window, took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket and picked one up skillfully.

Accompanied by the smoke rings from her mouth, a feeling of loneliness or envy slowly surfaced from the bottom of her heart. Facing the ring on her middle finger, she unconsciously began to think of someone again.

"Hey, are you alone?"

A sudden sentence pulled Ingrid out of her thoughts.

Iron Man Tony Stark held the wine glass in one hand, and kept shaking his shoulders in a small range while speaking.

"You finally decided to take the initiative to talk to me?"

Ingrid raised an eyebrow.

"I kind of miss your cookies."

Tony raised his glass of wine.

"How does it feel, how does it taste?"

Ingrid looked at Tony who was slowly wiping the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief after eating the cookies.

"The taste is not bad, your craftsmanship has not deteriorated."

"Okay, we've finished eating, now let's get to the point, why didn't you return my calls during this time, do you know..."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry." Tony opened his hand and interrupted her, "Why didn't I return your call during this time, because I wanted to wait in front of you after I perfected the armor... ·”

"And get my compliment?"

"You could say the same."

Tony wiped his fingers.

"What about the results? What about your results?"

"Wait." Tony took out a suitcase from behind and said to Ingrid, who was staring at him without blinking, "You should turn around..."

"what?"

"Turn around, hurry up!"

"Alright alright."

Ingrid turned around.

After the sound of metal rubbing against each other and the sound of vortex accelerating jet, Tony's voice came from behind.

"Okay, you can turn your head."

In the dark night sky, the golden cursive handwriting seems to be carved, deeply embedded in the sky.

[happy birthday!

——ingrid]

"I don't know when your birthday is, but it says so on your driving license, so..."

The man with the Band-Aid on his face scratched the back of his head shyly.

"Now I suddenly understand why so many girls keep rushing to you even if they know you are a playboy."

"Wait, you misunderstood me..."

Tony swallowed the rest of the words silently, and he was held tightly in Ingrid's arms.

"Thank you."

"By the way, don't forget the family motto of the Stoke family, either cook or wash the dishes."

"Hey, how do you get a hero who saves the world to do the dishes!"

"Um!?"

"The wound on my body has not fully healed, and it is still aching."

"Tony Stark!"

"Okay, okay, I guess I'm the first hero to wash the dishes after saving the world..."

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