prince and his shield

"Captain, here is the key to the apartment." S.H.I.E.L.D. divided the stronghold, and Fury walked into the simple dormitory, shaking the key in his hand.

Then handed out the document in his hand: "This is your current identity."

Steve, who was packing things in the house, turned his head, rubbed the T-shirt in his hand, and took the keys and documents: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Fury folded his hands and hung down, watching him stuff it into the bag in a mess.

Luggage is no more than the weight of a bag.

"Anytime you need help, you can contact us." Freeby made a phone call gesture, "You already know how to use a smartphone, don't you?"

Steve gave a short ah, and touched his trouser pockets with both hands.Then I started to rummage through my messy bag, and finally found a mobile phone in the corner.

Picking it up and showing it, he pursed his lips and smiled: "Yes, of course. I can make a call."

"Good luck, Captain." Fury sighed slightly, "This era is not bad."

"At least we're not fighting any more." Steve zipped his bag up and slung it over his shoulder.

Smiling, clear blue eyes.

"I reserve this opinion." Fury raised a finger and pouted.

Turn sideways to get out of the way, and hold the door for him, "Someone will take you to the city."

"I can take a taxi myself." Steve declined.

"You can't get a taxi here." Fury smiled, "Don't worry, the ride only goes to the urban area. The address is in the file, you can read it in the car."

"Okay." Steve agreed.

"Goodbye." Steve waved at him.

"Looking forward to seeing you again, Captain." Fury raised two fingers together and stroked the side of the temple.

It was a female agent who was responsible for sending him. Steve sat in the back seat and saw her blue eyes looking over from the rearview mirror.

"Hello." Steve greeted.

The woman glanced back at him, still chewing gum: "Seat belt, Captain."

"...Okay." Steve put on his seat belt, sat down, and opened his 'identity'.

When he saw the name, he raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.He thought he would not continue to use the name Steve Rogers.

'He' is now 25 years old and lives at No. 32, Starlight Apartment, Maple Leaf Avenue, DC.

Freelancer, an orphan, graduated from community college with a major in Philosophy.

"Well..." Flipping through it, remembering the key information, Steve closed the file and looked out the car window.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. branch is located in a relatively remote place, and all that can be seen at the moment is a large wasteland, uninhabited.

After watching for a while, he realized that the driver was looking at him frequently, and turned his head: "... My name is Steve Rogers, what's your name?"

"Haha, Captain, everyone knows your name." The woman looked away.

Steve raised his hand and touched his nose: "Okay."

"Your jacket and shirt," the woman said after a while.

"Ok?"

"The earth exploded."

Steve... "ok."

"Want some advice?"

"No, no need."

"You should read more fashion magazines."

"By chance."

Steve took a deep breath, raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, staring out the car window in a daze.

"Natasha." The woman stared at his profile. He had a very oppressive physique and an unusually handsome face, but his personality was as soft and gentle as a teddy bear.

"Huh?" Steve snapped back.

"My name is Natasha."

"Nice to meet you, Natasha." Steve smiled.

There was still silence afterwards, but the atmosphere was much better.

Natasha took Steve to the downtown subway entrance and let him go.

Steve got out of the car with his bag on his back, and Natasha reached out to him through the window.

"What?" Steve was confused.

"Fare." Natasha raised her eyebrows.

"Ah..." Steve froze for a moment, and began to dig out his trouser pocket.

For 70 years, as the spiritual pillar of S.H.I.E.L.D., the childhood hero of 80.00% American boys, his peripherals and signatures have created a lot of tax revenue for the country.

He also seems to have his own separate foundation, which is used to accommodate veterans.

When Fury offered him a share, he only accepted the amount that would allow him to settle quickly.

"Just kidding. Files, files with the SHIELD logo can't be left outside." Natasha chuckled.

Steve Rogers is probably the most popular type for women.

"Oh...okay." Steve smiled and handed the file back to her.

"You can take the subway."

"I will." Steve nodded.

Natasha's smile turned into kindness: "Rodgers——"

"Ok?"

"You look like a lost child, do you need help?"

Steve hummed: "I'm pretty sure I'll find my way."

Natasha's face softened, and she pointed to the huge billboard on the top of the commercial street building: "Look at how he wears, you can learn from him. People love him."

Steve turned his head, and was caught off guard by a familiar face, his mouth was slightly opened, and his heart was full of shock.

"Uh...then, who is that?" Steve turned around and pressed the car window, his voice urgent.

"Royston...Bowen?" Natasha replied hesitantly.

"Royston Bowen...?" Steve repeated, in a tone of disbelief.

"Yes. Captain, what's the problem?" Natasha frowned.

"Um...no, no, it's fine at all." Steve forced a smile and straightened up, "I'm fine."

"Okay. Then, I'm leaving." Natasha held the steering wheel.

"Be careful on the road, goodbye." Steve took a step back and waved his hand.

After Natasha left, Steve turned to look at the huge billboard, raised his hand and pressed his lips.

"how is this possible……"

He took one last look at the billboard, shook his head and muttered, and turned into the subway entrance with his bag on his back.

……

"That's it, Roy—

That's it, my love—!Undo two more buttons! "

The photographer in the studio grabbed the camera and shot wildly at the man in front of him, shouting with a trembling voice, everyone could hear his excitement and excitement.

The lines yelled gradually went in an indescribable direction.

Royston wore a plain white shirt and tailored trousers, unbuttoned to the chest.All the hair was combed back, exposing the smooth forehead and the two sharp eyebrows.

He was twisting a blue enchantress in his finger, and he was looking at the camera with his eyes half-closed.

Bending over lazily, the shirt is slightly wrinkled, trying to show off.

The rush of hormones made other people in the studio faintly excited.

"Hey, you!" The photographer suddenly poked his head out from behind the camera and shouted at the staff who looked like the background board.

"what?!"

"It's you! Go sprinkle some water on my baby!"

"what?"

"Sprinkle water! Can't you understand?" The photographer jumped.

"Yes yes yes—" Mr. Background Board hurriedly found a spray bottle and sprayed it on the people in the field, but he didn't dare to spray too much.

"Haven't you eaten? Don't have the strength to mess with him?!" the photographer shouted in disbelief.

Royston looked at the blushing Mr. background board, and laughed softly: "It seems that you can only come...wet [wet me]."

Mr. Background Board gasped and exploded on the spot.

The drops of water slowly slid across his forehead, his eyelashes, fell into his neck, and merged into the slightly sunken pit between his collarbones, and then continued to draw deeply obsessively.

The atmosphere in the venue was steamed with ambiguous pinkness, and it was no longer just the photographer who was fanatical.

Tony stood on the periphery, looking at the people who acted recklessly in front of the camera.

It's a real disaster.

Out of curiosity, he also bought one or two magazines with this person on the cover.But the photos still couldn't fully present this person's...unusual beauty.New Bayi first launch

Happy stood beside him already looking dumbfounded.

Tony hit him on the stomach with a horizontal hand, Happy coughed dryly, and blushed when he came back to his senses: "Boss."

"Invitation."

"what?"

"Party invitation." Tony laughed. "I need to be friends with him."

Happy... friend? ?you sure?