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

"Could it be that the first thing you do every time you finish a mission is to run to me and tell me about your latest troubles?"

"I went back and took a shower..."

Steve spread his hands and shrugged.

"Okay, have you encountered any problems recently? Tony still hurts you? Is it emotionally uncomfortable? Or do you want to remember the past with me?"

"...To be precise, I'm a little confused..."

"Confused?" Ingrid raised her eyebrows, "I think I understand what you are confused about."

"Old soldiers are like this. They have been on the battlefield for too long, and they can't figure out their environment for a while..."

"No no no," Steve cut her off, "I mean... I don't know who to throw my fist at..."

"Oh, okay." Ingrid rolled her eyes, "Is it time to unwind again?"

She turned and looked at Steve, who was sitting on the couch, his face in his hands.

"Since you woke up, I can't remember how much psychological counseling I have had with you."

Ingrid rolled her eyes.

"So what's the problem now?"

"Actually no..."

The suddenly cheerful tone caused Ingrid to look sideways, and the American hero who was still low-key just now sat on the sofa and watched her with a smile.

Under the sunlight leaking in from the window, the yellow fluff on the face, combined with the illuminated soft yellow curly eyelashes, made Ingrid amazed.

God, how can you give a man such a sweet face.

Ingrid rolled her eyes at the ceiling, turned to the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator door.

"Since you're here, why not stay for dinner..."

"Gerry, I'm sorry," Steve interrupted Ingrid, "I seem to have accidentally stained your wall."

"Didn't you say that you took a bath before you came to me?"

Ingrid turned on the light, and looked at the little spots of blood that became obvious under the light, spreading piece by piece on the wall where the gate connected to the hall.

"I have a small wound on my hand, and I only discovered this problem after I came in..."

"Okay." Ingrid took a deep breath, "You will be responsible for the painting of the walls in the future, and..."

Ingrid smiled slyly at him.

"You will wash the dishes today."

"What do you want to eat? But I have to say in advance, there are only tomatoes, eggs and some beef in the refrigerator..."

"Okay, let's have a tomato and beef soup..."

"Since you woke up again, it seems that you haven't eaten anything I cooked for a long time, right?"

Ingrid put the boiled soup in front of Steve and straightened the tablecloth on the table.

"70 years." Steve scooped up a spoonful of soup and put it into his mouth, "Well... the taste is the same as in memory..."

"Same as in memory?" Ingrid laughed. "Is there such a big difference between America 70 years ago and America 70 years later?"

"Of course it's big. I still remember that in our time, bread was delicious when dipped in butter. Now almost every dish is served with a little cream..."

"You don't like it?"

"Actually, I don't like it very much. I'm a nostalgic person."

"Ingrid..."

Steve stopped what he was doing and called to Ingrid.

"Huh? Is something wrong? Is there too much salt in the soup?"

"You took an extra..."

Ingrid froze for a moment, and turned her gaze to the movements of her hands.

Before he knew it, three pieces of tableware and three bowls of steaming thick soup had been placed on the dining table.

The atmosphere became tense.

"Sorry, I'm not..."

"You don't need to apologize, I was negligent and took out an extra copy..."

Steve put down the spoon in his hand and looked at Ingrid who bent over to clean up the table, and suddenly couldn't say a word.

The crisp sound of tableware colliding with knives and forks made Steve fidget. He picked up the spoon in his hand and put it down, and repeated it again and again. Finally, he mustered up the courage to say a word.

"I went to see Peggy this afternoon."

As expected, Ingrid ignored him, so Steve spoke on his own.

"She told me to follow my heart...and then..."

"Then you went to the museum to take another look at Bucky." This time Ingrid responded, "You usually don't dress up...so formal and with a hat..."

Ingrid turned around, her eyes flushed.

"Promise me, try to meet a new man."

"Who?"

"Accurately speaking, you have seen, in SHIELD..."

"You're with me? You're with me and I'll go."

"Well, Black Widow also introduced a new girl recently."

"A nurse?"

"...Well, a nurse."

However, the next day, neither was able to see another man or woman.

Because the director hung up.

When she heard the news, Ingrid also looked at the calendar. She knew better than anyone else that this man who wore a blindfold and looked like a pirate leader was the one who would save his life more than anyone else.

Immediately afterwards, there was news of Captain America's escape.

In the evening of that day, Ingrid received a call from Steve.

"Where are you?"

The panting on the phone sounded like quite a bit of exercise.

"Stay at home, of course. It's already midnight."

"Are you being watched?"

"Of course, there was a car parked outside the window at 10 o'clock, and then more than 50 bugs were installed in the house, and there were many people around, and the initial estimate was about 15 people."

Hearing what Ingrid said, Steve breathed a sigh of relief.

"You've got it all done."

"Hmm~" Ingrid glanced at the bug parts piled up like a hill around her, "I guess you will call me tonight."

"Why were you hunted down by S.H.I.E.L.D.? What did you do? Did you kill the director?"

"I can't tell you about this matter for a while, but I have something more important to tell you."

"what?"

The tone on the other side of the microphone became cheerful.

"I saw him, and he's not dead."

"He? Who?"

Ingrid unconsciously squeezed her fingers on the phone.

"Bucky."

The author has something to say: the internship is really tiring, sigh~

Well, it's almost over.