prince and his shield

"...What is this?" Taking time to get something from the Stark Group, Steve stared blankly at the thing that appeared in front of him.

Tony poured two whiskeys and handed him one.Standing next to him, with a full face of admiration: "A little design."

"Design?" Steve took the cup and turned his head.

"Yes." Tony sipped his wine, of course.

Steve sees Howard for a split second.His smug look sometimes makes me want to kick his ass.

Lowering his head, smelling the wine, he took a deep breath and put the glass aside.

Wine is good wine, it is a waste to drink it for yourself.

He clasped his hands in front of him, and looked directly at the framed, neatly arranged huge 'poster' with the courage of Captain America: "well...it looks...good."

Tony laughed twice, walked over, took one and stuffed it into Steve's arms: "You're welcome. A gift."

Steve holds onto the frame.

"You died too early. It seems that you didn't have time to get some commendations and rewards." Tony felt sorry.

He turned around, waved his hand, and said casually, "You can take this as a... certificate."

Steve hugged the big poster frame, looked at his photo in the upper left corner, and then looked at the old Stars and Stripes poster he had taken before in the lower right corner.

In the middle, he divided the series of souvenirs he received from Peggy into paragraphs, added boasting, attached newspaper clippings and picture albums, and explained his life with pictures and texts.

He closed his eyes, he couldn't say the design was bad.

The style as a whole follows that of their era, which is still in line with his own aesthetics.

But...really, this...

"...Thank you." Steve pressed the words that stuck to his throat, and clamped the poster frame aside, "So, where are my original documents?"

Tony's back froze.

Steve raised an eyebrow.

Tony turned around with an indifferent expression: "You know, it's not the original anyway..."

Steve lowered his head and raised his hand to scratch the bridge of his nose: "Well——"

Tony... "Are they the originals?"

"Yeah—" Steve shifted his arm to hold the poster frame.

"Why do you..." After the words came out, Tony held back the words himself.

There is no problem with the original owner being able to get his own data files, even after more than 70 years.

He thought about the document that he gnawed several times, then crumpled under the pressure of his own sleep, and finally gloriously stained with coffee stains and salad dressing.

He's certainly not a fan of Captain America.

But he knows that even reproductions of the originals can fetch sky-high prices for professional collectors.

Of course, he must be able to afford it.

But the one on the opposite side is not a collector of American team fans.

It's me.

Steve looked at him and compromised: "As long as it's not burned by fire or soaked in water, I can accept it."

With a big wave of his hand, Tony threw the original from the drawer to him.

Steve took the torn file bag and checked it briefly: "...it looks okay."

"Just treat the poster as a gift from me." Tony said generously, "You're welcome."

Steve... "OK."

"So—" Tony coughed and looked at him, "Ha, time flies, doesn't it?"

"Yes." Steve wanted to leave, but he didn't know what else he wanted to say, so he responded and stopped.

"Did you meet any old friends?" Tony scratched his table, shrugged, as if casually said.

"...There is one." Steve thought of Peggy.

"Really?" Tony laughed twice, inexplicably annoyed.

I've seen it, why don't I know it?Still debating whether to act as a messenger or not.

Following him, he remembered the countless letters he had smashed over the years, and nodded.

It is understandable not to know.

Steve is still waiting for him to continue.

Tony settled his mind, felt at ease, and looked at him strangely: "Why are you still here? I don't want to have dinner with you."

Steve... "OK, then, I'm leaving. Goodbye."

"Goodbye." Stark was busy with his own business.

Steve took a few steps away, turned around, and said with a little embarrassment: "...This thing, is there a covering cloth or something?"

Tony hummed: "Yes."

So Steve left with a huge picture frame that was heavily covered.

Knowing that he was coming today, Natasha, who is now Stark's assistant, deliberately avoided the time.Standing upstairs in formal attire, she raised her eyebrows as she watched him leave through the door.

Stark and Rogers, what will be involved?Royston?

She turned around and knocked on the door of Tony's office: "Sir, there are documents that you need to sign for confirmation."

"come in."

……

When he got home, Steve leaned his things against the door and opened it.

"Is this Roy's poster?" The female neighbor, who got the news, went out to eat on weekends off and asked curiously when she met someone.

Steve quickly pressed the cloth on it: "...no, no, it's just... well, it's just a decoration."

The female neighbor immediately showed an expression that I understood, and stopped exploring.

"It's okay." She squeezed her eyes, "I still have a custom-made body pillow—"

Not knowing what it was, Steve nodded nervously.

When Steve closed the door, the female neighbor immediately shared gossip with her colleagues.

"It's terminally ill," she determined.

"Is it really Royston's poster?" Natasha texted while waiting for Tony to sign the document.

"I'm not running away." The female neighbor smacked her lips. "The last time I saw him with this expression was when he almost lost his fandom."

Natasha thought about it.

The 'fan' Steve, who was already terminally ill, looked at the picture frame he had moved into the house, shook his head and smiled and stuffed the things into the utility room.

Tony felt a little softer than his father, probably because of Maria's genes.

Putting the file bag in the drawer under the shelf at the door, Steve sat on the sofa, turned on the phone, and searched for the pillow curiously.

After seeing the products that popped out, he had a complicated expression.

It's hard to see the neighbors directly.Looking at the various photos and surroundings of the blog post on the screen, those who have not taken the initiative to go to the villa for a few days can't put down their mobile phones.

He smacked his lips, clicked into the peripheral category, and then browsed for two hours.

After finding out that he had ordered two keychains, a pillow and a water glass, he was horrified.

He couldn't even look directly at his neighbors.

After struggling for a long time between canceling the order and paying immediately, I looked up and saw no one.He silently clicked Pay Now.

Then I found that I didn't have an online payment channel.

He stood up and turned on the computer, with his mobile phone next to him, and began to study how to pay online.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, he emptied the shopping cart contentedly.

After 2 minutes, the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. team knew that the captain had ordered a bunch of accessories from a certain male model online, and they were all in Q version.

Natasha, who was at the center of the gossip gathering, sighed for a while.

Terrible, terrible.Really sick.

When I came back to my senses, I found that I bought a bunch of weird so-called peripherals for no reason. I was rarely summoned at night. Steve, who sent Royston to a birthday party, kept a serious face the whole time, for fear that he would reveal anything and his actual age. Traces that don't quite match.

Royston on the back seat almost had the words 'forced to open' painted on his face, sitting on the leather back seat like a puddle of slime.

"So reluctant?" Steve looked at him in the rearview mirror.

Royston lazily raised his eyelids to meet him, then looked away and continued to lie paralyzed.

Although the two of them tacitly distanced themselves, their duties determined that they would be frequently trapped in the same space.The world of adults can't be black and white, so they test each other's best distance in the gray area.

The effect is quite good.perhaps.

Seeing him limp, Steve thought of his own pillow on the road.

He lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, with a serious face.

Royston is hungry.Otherwise, I don't want to come out.

But the people who are qualified to attend this kind of party are all good people.It would take a lot of effort for him to eat a fast food.With this kung fu, he would be half full if he went out for a walk.

With a long, plaintive sigh, he rolled on the back seat.

White Steve kept him airtight like the plague, otherwise he would still come out for business so frequently? ?

Too bad, too bad.

As a demon, how could he be so miserable?

He stared bitterly at Steve's back.

Desensitization, desensitization... he died.Must be driven away!

Steve parks the car at the cruise ship terminal.

This birthday party is said to be the bureau of a well-known jewelry designer in the industry, and it is very lively.

He looked at the huge colorful cruise ship, and the red carpet illuminated by flashing lights, which was similar to the daytime, and turned his head to comfort: "Soon, about three and a half hours. I will wait for you at the other side of the pier."

Royston sat upright and glanced at him quietly: "Why are you so dedicated?"

"Isn't it good?" Steve wondered.

"..." Royston twitched his face.

How to start firing him is a fucking problem.But throwing people to Oulos now, he was afraid that there would be no White scum left.

He patted the wrinkled clothes and put away all expressions: "Open the door."

Steve got used to his changing face, got out of the car, and opened the door for him.

Royston stood at the end of the red carpet, looked at the crazy cameras on both sides, and waved: "Hi~"

Steve closed the door and stood there for a moment.

I think the slightly expensive sunglasses he endorsed are also available.After all, it seems that the business is very hard.

He glanced at the security guard standing at the boarding gate, and glanced at the dark purple "purple penguin" [Note: Purple Penguin] painted on the ship.

It's a more intimate dinner.There will be a new series of jewelry displays. On the cruise ship, each person invited will have a ticket. If there are no extras, they will all have to go through security checks.

Very tight, no big problem.

Steve pulled the car away from the pier and waited at the end of the cruise ship, eating a sandwich on the way.

Although it was still a long time, he didn't want to waste time by eating.

After walking on the red carpet for a while, Royston padded his stomach and stepped onto the deck, and the 'luxury meals' were served one after another.

He stood watching with his hands in his pockets, and couldn't eat anything.

Royston is the ceiling in the industry, too much strife, and his temper is not very good, which makes his peers dislike him.

However, almost everyone in the circle has a common problem, that is, dead face control.

Royston stepped on the apex of their hearts, causing their emotions to be complicated, and they invariably isolated him.

Just treat it as flowers that you can't fold, and snow that you can't dye black.Don't look, don't want to, stay away and be safe.

So, Royston was starving.

Although it was expected, Royston still silently kept the account on White's head.He lowered his IQ, otherwise why would he appear here?

The last guest is on board, and the cruise ship gradually leaves the dock.

Wherever Royston went, Moses parted the sea.

Dinner started at [-]:[-] p.m., and there were several champagne towers and a long table of self-service snacks on the deck at the moment, and no one was eating.

Royston ate, but it didn't fill his stomach.

With a glass of wine at hand, Royston held the plate, and the snacks piled up like a bottomless pit.

He fishes and waits for the wisher to take the bait.It’s just that the fish in this pond have become fine, so it’s not easy to catch.

But, there are always raw and tender ones.

"Mr. Bowen—" The elegant woman floated over with a fragrant wind, and looked at him with restrained happiness and excitement.

Royston dropped half of the cake into his mouth, raised his eyebrows, and tasted the lemon tart.

Yo, who is this?Know her yourself?

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