prince and his shield

The temporary switch plan made both sides escape from the pursuit of the media successfully, and Rose, who knew the inside story in time, checked in. The matter was exposed in a small area, but it was not known to the public.

Of course, the small-scale exposure is that Tony Stark's women's clothing is moving...cough.

They were still in the next day's paper, or 'them'.

Not headlines.It was the entertainment section that reported the urban legend of two people coming and going in a hurry in a downtown bar yesterday, leaving only a wig and a pair of high heels behind.

Steve put down the newspaper that had been turned over, feeling that this era is really lively.means peace.

well.

He flipped the fried eggs in the pan and threw in a strip of bacon.

That's when the phone rang.He went to find his cell phone.

While searching and pondering, it is really necessary to cultivate the habit of carrying a mobile phone with you.

Steve picked up an unfamiliar number: "Hello?"

"Steve Rogers?"

"Yeah. What's the matter?" Steve walked back to the kitchen pot.

"... Ha, you are Steve Rogers." The person opposite made a breathy sound.

Steve frowned: "What's the problem?"

"Question?" The other party suddenly raised his voice, "What's your question? Huh?!"

"I thought it was you calling me..." Steve's voice stopped abruptly, and the shovel paused.

He turned off the fire, turned around and leaned against the edge of the counter, and pressed his hand between his eyebrows.

…He should be Steve White now, White.

"What else do you want to say?" The person opposite laughed mockingly.

"Who are you?" Steve ran back with one hand on his hip, sharp eyes, and a bit of fighting spirit.

"Ah--"

There was a buzz in the microphone, Steve moved his ear away, and then heard a fairly familiar voice.

"Do you know now?"

"... Stark." Steve quickly remembered something, touched his forehead, and relaxed, "It seems that you withheld some of my things."

"Yes." With a cup of coffee in hand, Tony sniffed, and reached out to touch the photo on the table, "I see your real appearance."

Steve bowed his head and sighed, "Can I get them back?"

Stark threw away the photo and propped his chin: "What do you think?"

He was so drunk yesterday that he found something irritating under his empty thighs. When he picked it up, it was a brown paper bag.

Although it is not clear whether he thought it was a hamburger bag or a fried dough stick bag in his mind at the time, anyway, he took it out and ate it.

He hugged the file bag and didn't let go. When he woke up in bed the next day, he was in close contact with the photo.

Scared enough.

After reacting for a while, he realized what he had found.Did a little background check and of course found nothing.

Captain America's resume is familiar to any fanatic, and there is nothing suspicious about a suspected peripheral folder.

What's more, the whole bag doesn't involve any secret content, it's all the content that has been made public and can be found by searching the Internet.

However, Steve Rogers, the name caused a great shock on his sensitive nerves.

Still hungover, the thoughts in his head were a little crazy, so he made a phone call.

biang——big surprise——

The person his father had been looking for all his life appeared in front of him in a paradoxical way in a nondescript weather.

Who's to make sense of this?

"You're still alive." Tony couldn't believe it, "Why are you still alive?"

Steve moistened his lips: "That's... well, a long story."

"I've got all day." Tony rubbed his throbbing temples, bitterness in his mouth.

Steve exhaled: "I just fell into the sea and was frozen. Then, not long ago, I was thawed out."

Tony was speechless: "I thought it was a long story."

"Time says yes."

"...I, I don't understand." Tony grabbed the coffee and took a sip. With a shake of his hand, he splashed it on the photo.

He woke up a little, wiped it with paper, and gave up when he found that it was not clean.

He covered the microphone, pointed to the dirty photos and damaged documents on the desktop: "Make a copy of this."

"Okay, sir." The ai butler replied.

"Why did you work as a driver next to Royston?" He returned to the microphone.

"Just a job." Steve scratched his forehead and kicked his toes.

"Work? Haha." Tony laughed twice, then shut up, "What does Roy Rogers have to do with you?"

Steve... yes, he should have known that the speed of information flow in this era is terrifying.

"He's my uncle." Steve took a deep breath.

"God," Tony swears that his hangover must not be cleared up, so he said so many words of God, "so...he is like your..."

"Yeah, my last kin. I...um—" Steve paused.

"Ah, stop, I don't need to hear about that seniority." Tony rubbed his temples, "ok, I get it."

"Can you help me keep it a secret?" Steve puffed his chest and whispered, "Knowing who I am is not good for Bowen."

"But it doesn't hurt, does it?" Tony asked back.

"Do you think you can face me normally?" Steve asked.

Tony... "OK, I won't say it. I'm planning to forget about it right now."

"It seems that we have reached a consensus." Steve exhaled.

"Yes." Tony pushed away the file bag and propped his forehead.A part of my heart is still doubting my level of sobriety.

"Danit, I don't want to share secrets with a man." He hissed, pushing the scattered papers a little farther away.

Steve laughed, "Thank you."

"Hurry up and take these away—" Tony was disgusted, and his voice paused, "God, you are 96 years old. Why do you look younger than me?!"

Steve closed his eyes: "I was frozen at the age of 27. Strictly speaking, I am the same age as you? At least not much difference."

"Shit. Bye—" Tony hung up the phone in seconds.

After being hung up, Steve stood in the kitchen and called S.H.I.E.L.D.

"We already know about Stark. Relax, he has our people over there." Fury explained without waiting for him to speak.

"..., you guys know pretty quickly." Steve was not surprised.

"Also, captain," Fury sighed, "don't sneak out of the country alone anymore."

Steve bent his lips: "Your people still need exercise."

"If you are talking, they will be better." Fury tentatively.

Steve was silent for a while: "It's not wartime anymore. Fury, I have other things to do."

"We always welcome your return, Captain." Fury didn't urge.

"Thank you." Steve smiled.

After hanging up the phone, he threw the phone away.Putting aside those miscellaneous thoughts, he packed his breakfast and drove to work.

……

Royston stayed up all night, trying to figure out how to express his apology without leaving a trace.

Of course he wasn't really sorry.

As a human being... Sure enough, I still have to apologize.Normally.

But a demon apologizing or something, that's not normal.

But he is a person on the surface, isn't he?No, no, it's still fake.

shit... Royston cursed and pointed his middle finger to the sky.

At this moment, he gave up thinking.

"Ding dong—Mr. Bowen, I brought you breakfast."

Royston sprang from the bed, staring in horror at the pager.

This White Steve really has a brain problem! !ah ah ah ah -

Hugging the quilt, Royston flinched for a while.After dawdling, put on the pink bunny suit and climb down.

"Why are you here?" He frowned and looked at the person at the door.

"Breakfast." Steve lifted the paper bag in his hand.

Early in the morning, Royston was stabbed in the brain by his one-day leave, which seemed to be more flawless.

So, he hates nice people.I hate the good people who come to me.

There is a kind of person you don't have any reason to hate, but you really hate it for personal reasons, and then you will feel a strong sense of guilt because you hate a good person.

The kind of emotion that makes him want to die has appeared very frequently recently.

"Come in." He let the door open and walked back.

There was an air of unrequited love all over his body.New Bayi first launch

They're all fucking retarded.