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"It is reported that criminals broke into the home of the model Royston Bowen with a knife last night, causing certain personal and financial damage. This morning, Royston Bowen has been admitted to a private hospital. Follow-up reports will continue to follow up for you—— "

Steve put down his coffee and watched the news on TV with a frown.

The background of the reporter is a three-story Nordic-style villa with the door open and pried open.

Knife-wielding gangsters...

He couldn't eat.

After a hasty breakfast, he put on a coat and went out.

Walking to the subway entrance, he paused.

After standing at the subway entrance for a while, he made way for the young skateboarder, and raised his hand to his forehead.

What are you doing rushing out by yourself?

Royston had nothing to do with him either...

It's magic.

He straightened his back, looked at the bustling street, exhaled slowly, and casually strolled into the supermarket not far away.

Pushing the cart to the snack area, looking at the dazzling array of food shelves, he smiled awkwardly for no reason, turned around and walked back, and went back to take the largest package.

It was pressed at the bottom of the shopping cart, and was tightly crushed by all kinds of daily necessities that came from behind.

I don't know who is hiding behind his back.

When paying the bill, he picked up the bag, wanted to put it down, and finally sighed: "Pay the bill."

"Okay, sir. That's $57."

Steve shuffles back to his apartment with two packs of stuff in his arms, and this isn't going to work.

He was looking for something to do.

When he got to the door of the house, he took the key to open the door, just in time to meet the female neighbor who seemed to be going to work in a hurry.

"Oh, hi, you went shopping this morning." The female neighbor looked at him curiously.

Steve hugged the paper bag: "Yes, it's fine."

"Did you see the news today?"

"Huh?" Steve wasn't sure which one she was talking about.

After all, that news only took up a little time in the morning news.

"Roy was injured by gangsters." The female neighbor said worriedly.

"...Yes, I know." Steve breathed a sigh of relief, but was inexplicably confused.

"I'm so worried." The female neighbor wrinkled her face. "He always attracts these bad guys. It's like all the disgusting perverts are after him."

Steve... "A lot of this kind of thing?"

"Yes, his fitness trainer tried to moles him a few days ago." The female neighbor said with disgust.

Steve fell silent.

"Ah, I won't tell you anymore. I'm going to be late for work." The female neighbor looked at the time, widened her eyes, and left in a hurry.

Steve waved goodbye.

Frowning slightly, he opened the door and entered the room, put the two packages on the table, and found that he forgot to turn off the TV.

He raised his hand and flipped down the pile of magazines that had reached a certain height from the shelf, and looked at the person on the cover.

He was wearing a caramel-colored coat. The regular coat was baggy, but it was worn in a very undignified way.

Facing the outside of the cover, he made a handsome gesture and looked down, mocking casually.

Not at all.

With a snap, the magazine snaps back.

Steve rubbed his temples.

He really needs to find a job.

……

Tony Stark stepped into the ward with a dark face, and those who didn't know thought he was here to seek revenge rather than to visit the sick.

Seeing Royston coaxing the little nurse to peel apples for him on the hospital bed, Tony felt a pile of seasoning bottles in his heart.

"I'll do it." He held out his hand.

The nurse was blushed by Royston's careless coquetry and teasing. Hearing this, she reluctantly handed the apple in her hand to Tony, and ran out shyly.

Royston looked at him: "Can you peel apples?"

"I'm sure, better than you." Tony pushed back his coat and sat down.

The originally delicate apple was quickly peeled into pits, and Royston looked at Tony with distaste.

"It's called postmodern sculpture." Tony handed him the apple.

Royston rolled his eyes: "Then let your art stand."

"Where does it hurt?" Tony put the apple aside and scanned his body.

"Here." Royston held out his hand.

Then Tony saw the wound that might heal if he didn't seek medical attention in time.

A small strip, red across the back of the hand.

"You don't have a bodyguard?" Tony dissatisfied, "You are a celebrity after all."

"Resigned."

"why?"

"Because he tried to abduct me." Royston calmly seemed to be talking about what to eat today.

Tony... "How do you choose the people around you!"

So did the fitness trainer before.

Royston shrugged.

After a long silence, Tony frowned: "This time... I was wrong."

"?"

"That person was originally the private detective I paid to provide you with your itinerary." Stark rubbed his eyebrows, "But I just want to know your itinerary.

And I terminated the contract with him after three days. "

"I didn't expect that he not only took pictures, but also installed a surveillance camera in your home. I used my commission." Tony gritted his teeth.

Royston let out a wow, and Rose's mouth lit up.

"Do you need a bodyguard?" Tony looked at him, "I can provide you with the most perfect one."

"How many?" Royston looked at him, "I can deal with—"

He picks his fingers.

"It looks like three at most."

Tony... "You know I'm Iron Man, don't you?"

"Don't you know that I hate technology?" Royston wrinkled his face. "They don't have any feelings at all."

Isn't this going to starve him to death?

Tony felt Rose's headache at this moment: "Why do you have so many problems?"

"I didn't ask you to bear with me." Royston looked at him strangely.

Tony...well, he's the one to catch up.

Who made the mysteries of this person one after another, it's so interesting.

"Leave this to me," Tony stood up, "I will find the most suitable one for you."

"Oh." Royston yawned.

After Tony walked out of the ward, Royston shook his head left and right to move around.

His legs were raised up, trembling.

It is easy to feel sleepy when you are full.

Well.

It's probably okay to have a few more people, but they will be overwhelmed.Iron armor is not acceptable, absolutely not.

Shaking his feet, he put his hands behind his head and lazily half-closed his eyes to look at the sunlight outside the window.

……

"What does he want?" Fury looked at Natasha in front of him suspiciously.

"He wants a job," Natasha repeated.

"Captain America wants a normal job?" Fury reconfirmed.

"……Correct."

"Didn't you tell him that he can come back to serve at S.H.I.E.L.D. at any time?" Fury couldn't believe it.

"No, I'm sure. He wants an ordinary, peaceful job." Natasha continued, "Because the resume we designed is too thin, so he asked us to introduce it."

"He's sending resumes himself. But the only jobs that work for him are plumbers and stuff like that."

Fury closed his eyes: "...we can't let the captain be a plumber."

As we all know, the plumber is greater than or equal to Huang, the leading actor in the film.

"Is there any contact with Red Fox?" Fury asked after thinking about it.

"There is one—" Natasha said quickly, as if she was waiting for him to ask this question, "The captain is very interested in a model."

"Model?" Fury smiled strangely, "Pretty?"

"Very."

"Oh, it seems that he has adapted well."

"It's a man."

Fury...would it be a bit too much to get used to?

"I did some research, and the manager of the male model is urgently recruiting bodyguards, assistants, drivers and so on." Natasha continued.

Fury... "You don't want to introduce these jobs to the captain, do you?"

"why not?"

"……These--"

"These captains can do it. He can quickly get in touch with the circle with the most information in society. Moreover, he is quite interested in that male model. As far as I know, every magazine that has him has not been bought." Na Tasha sighed, "Basically the only entertainment expenditure."

"Except for watching movies."

The words of Fury's refusal came to his lips and retreated.

After thinking for a while, he knocked on the table: "You set up a line for them. If the captain is unwilling, arrange him to help someone on our list."

"Ok."