prince and his shield

Finally bought cucumbers, eggs and milk.

Steve swears that if he wasn't Captain America, he would have suffocated Royston Bowen.

It's a derogatory term for Royston to accept it when he sees it, and he doesn't have the ability to control himself.

"Stay overnight? One bed and one quilt, or the one you like without a quilt?" Ross Eaton smiled.

Steve left his things behind and locked him in the villa, and drove off in a hurry.

Passing the corner of the outer wall, a strange intuition prompted him to turn his head and look up.

On the edge of the French windows on the second floor, the curtains were all drawn, and Ross Eaton drew a big love heart on the glass with something red, with an arrow sticking out of it.

An arrow pierced the heart, and it still felt bloody.

He trembled, the car drove into an S shape, and the muscles on his face twitched.

"darling~darling~darling~"

Steve took a deep breath, reached out for his mobile phone, and looked at the number marked with 'little baby' on it, his brain throbbing.

He found that just one day, one day.Under such intensive blows, he was already numb.

Line connected:"……"

"Does it look good?"

"Don't increase the workload for Auntie Cleaning." Steve sighed lightly, hung up the Bluetooth, and held the steering wheel with both hands.

He had the feeling that he would never be let go until bedtime.

Rose Eaton grabbed the phone, oh, stretched out his fingers to wipe the ketchup on the tip of his tail, and put it in his mouth to lick it.

Most of the vegetables burned his mouth, but the tomato sauce was an exception.Sweet and fragrant.

Steve waited for a while and didn't see Royston speak again, slightly surprised: "Do you have anything else?"

"I have no idea for now."

Steve was speechless: "Thank you so much."

"Feel sorry."

Steve paused for a moment, then continued to turn the steering wheel: "Why?"

"I'm a little excited today."

"..." You made a lot of noise.Steve cursed, "So? Can I see a normal person tomorrow?"

"Then you can't see it." Royston fell back on the bed.

Steve laughed twice.

There was only the sound of breathing on the other side of the microphone, and it was quiet for a while.

Steve raised his hand to press the phone: "It's getting late today, go to bed early. I hung up."

"Oh." Royston answered honestly.

Steve was amused and annoyed, his fingers were about to wipe off the call interface, when a low voice came from the opposite side: "I miss you."

Closing his eyes, Steve said helplessly, "I've been walking for less than half an hour."

"But it's been almost a century." Ross Eaton clicked his tongue.

"...Then your century is really short."

"It's been a long time since I met you." Royston said seriously.

The sun is fading, and the lights are relaying, with an illusory tenderness.

"Bo...Roy," Steve rubbed his fingers on the steering wheel, "I'm not worth..."

"Steve," Royston interrupted, "Paul doesn't have dementia. My birthday is March 3th. Wait half a century, and I don't need a sentence that isn't worth it."

Something flashed through Steve's mind, but he couldn't catch it: "Uh—"

"Bye, remember dreaming about me. mua~" Rose Eaton took a sip from the receiver and hung up the phone.

Steve wanted to say something more, but he couldn't get it out of his mouth.Before I could think clearly, the phone hung up.

Steve tapped his finger on the phone screen, and an unusually familiar side face lit up.

He rubbed the roots of his teeth, and his eyebrows furrowed uncontrollably.

If Bowen is trying to be tough in his own life and occupy a large area quickly, he is completely successful.

Because now his mind is full of him.

This is not good news.

When the car drove downstairs, he turned off the engine, sat in the car for a while, and picked his fingers.

After digging for a while, I raised my eyelids to look at the mobile phone in front of me, with complicated thoughts.

After a while, he finally grabbed the phone and stuffed it into his trouser pocket as if avoiding it.

Open the door and go down.

"Hi—cap—"

Steve, who had done something a little guilty, hissed and turned around: "Fury, stop standing behind me."

Fury made an OK gesture.

"It seems that you're not here to catch up. What's the matter?" Steve tugged at his coat, turned his head to look at his face, and frowned.

"You have contact with Stark." Fury said slowly, "He knows who you are."

"Right." Steve turned to him.

"Compared to our agents, and his own assistant. In some things, he should trust you more."

"...It's me, so keep this view." Steve reminded.

He and Stark didn't know each other that well.

Fury continued on his own: "Stark is the first ordinary person to announce his superhero status in a high-profile manner. We have a great responsibility to control his behavior within a reasonable range..."

Steve looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

Control within a reasonable range, what is a reasonable range?

"Don't make that look." Fury looked back. "Pseudo-legal high-level violent elements and superheroes bear a different degree of responsibility. We are responsible for maintaining the middle balance. The logistics are also very annoying.

You know how much shit I've been talking about trying to clean up the mess? "

Steve laughed. "OK. I apologize."

"..." Fury smacked his lips, "I came up with a plan, a plan to rationalize those, um, folk heroes. One is to make their actions more legal, and the other is to tell some people who should know that they It's in our control, so don't act like a drama queen."

When Fury said this, his expression was slightly grim, and he seemed to think of some people who made him very unhappy.

"Would you like to go up for a glass of water? You can speak slowly." Steve wanted to laugh a little.

"No, no need. You still have your own business." Fury waved.

He's really been a little anxious lately. Although he has shaved his hair long ago, his eyelashes will also fall out.

"So, Stark is one of the plans. Now there is a problem. Just tell me what I need to do. I will seriously consider whether to accept it." Steve put his hands on his hips, briefly summarized, and smiled.

"Natasha was sent to him by me for some pre-plan assessments. She found some abnormalities. However, Stark is very vigilant." Fury tilted his head, "Even if he... well, that way. But still be wary."

"...I have no interest in your spy work." Steve frowned, "Everyone has secrets. Don't always try to dig them out, the results are not always good.

My advice is, just ask him.You may be pleasantly surprised. "

After speaking, he was about to turn around and leave.

"It's about the car accident between Howard and Maria." Fury raised his voice.

Steve stopped and looked at him sideways.

"Howard had a car accident on the way to S.H.I.E.L.D.." Fury clasped his hands in front of him.

Steve turned back: "It's not a simple car accident."

"Murder." Fury nodded.

Steve's jaw moved: "Then?"

"Because of the confidentiality, our agents once approached Stark pretending to be a policeman and explained why. He was only an 18-year-old kid at the time, but he was smart enough and insisted on getting to the bottom of it." Fury said of this matter , under Steve's eyes, he seemed a little unconfident.

"It seems that hiding the truth didn't bring you good results." Steve raised an eyebrow.

"But three days later, he refused anyone to interfere with his parents' accident." Fury accepted his sarcasm intact, "and said that his parents died in a car accident.

You know, the day before, our guys spent the night trying to stop him from hacking into classified federal files.We even made a detailed file in desperation and prepared to put it on top..."

Steve rolled his eyes: "So what did you find out? What do you think Stark knows?"

"It was Hydra's hand. We didn't catch the murderer." Fury whispered, "Now Natasha believes that Stark caught the murderer himself and locked him in a place that we don't know."

Steve snorted: "I must say, he did a pretty good job."

Fury took a deep breath.Seriously, he came prepared to come clean and be paraded and despised by the symbols of the American spirit of freedom.

But the captain on the opposite side didn't know if the atmosphere of the 21st century was overwhelmed, what he said really poked people's lungs.

"The killer belonged to Hydra. After the accident, I suspected that there was something wrong inside S.H.I.E.L.D. However, I didn't have enough evidence and power to prove it at the time." Fury moistened his lower lip,

"Because only a few people know that Howard and Maria's car was loaded with your...serum. Super soldier serum, the last batch of improved samples, we have not been able to recover."

Steve immediately understood his purpose: "So, you want the murderer of the accident."

"Correct."

"I want to follow the clues to find Hydra, or to say, recover the super soldier serum." Steve tilted his head.

Fury straightened his back: "It's better in our hands than in the wrong hands."

"What you are doing doesn't look like a good person. To say that others are pseudo-legal violent elements, I don't think what you are doing is very legal." Steve's words were not polite.

Fury couldn't deny it.

Steve scolded him, let out another breath slowly, and touched his forehead.

However, Fury convinced him.

He really couldn't ignore this matter.

"Okay. I know what I'm going to do." Steve waved his hand, ready to walk back.

Frey paused: "Captain, are you going to ask Stark directly?"

Steve glanced back at him.The meaning is self-evident.

"...Just, don't—I still plan to recruit him." Furillo said humbly.

Stark already has an invisible disdain for the privileged if his reputation is ruined.

To make matters worse, this matter is difficult to operate.

Steve rolled his eyes, stopped after walking a few steps, and turned his head: "Is I in the plan?"

Fury blinked a few times.

"...I won't agree." Steve was speechless.

"I will work very, very hard." Fury smiled.

Steve shook his head, turned and waved goodbye.

"..." Fury moved his shoulders, "cap—"

"The task is given to me. Don't interfere with what I do." Steve emphasized.

Fury shut his mouth.

He originally wanted to say that Natasha felt that there seemed to be someone else involved in this matter, most likely Royston Bowen or the high-ranking person next to him.Although with a few pieces of the puzzle missing, this connection seems very tenuous and untenable.

But he trusted his men more.Reality is sometimes more tortuous than drama.

Well, someone asked himself not to interfere.

Then leave it alone.Ah.

He also has a temper.

The author has something to say: At present, the people who have vaguely eaten a little melon include and not only the following——

Natasha, Fury, Fried Chicken without Alzheimer's Paul, Rhett, Olos, Olos her big brother :)

Author: Excuse me, what do you think?

Great Shield: ...

Ross Eaton [shakes head]: Stupid.