prince and his shield

"Thank you." Steve took back the postcard on the counter and thanked the post office staff.

Walking out of the post office, he flipped through the postcard with his fingers, and stroked the stamp that had been printed with a unique shape on the upper right corner.He used to come into contact with stamps of various values ​​such as the Stars and Stripes and the head of the president. The one under his fingertips is an irregular circle on a white background.

It stands to reason that this should be a sign that the postage has been paid.

He exhaled lightly, looking at the slightly sluggish flow of people in front of the post office.In this era, letters are more like exhibits in museums. They are closely related to life, but they are separated by a layer of cold glass.

Kind of like himself.

He tilted his head and glanced at the mailbox on his left.

The staff said the postcard could not be mailed.The above stamp is wrong, it is not officially printed, and there is no inscription.If you really insist on using it, you need to affix a separate stamp.

Holding the postcard up to the light, Steve looked at the light gold tower watermark on it.Very peculiar.

At least he didn't know where this habit came from.

The paper is slightly yellowed after a long time, but you can still feel the compact and smooth texture when you touch it, and there are a little traces of thin plasticization.Not a solid thing that breaks easily.

He also roughly checked the photos of the island behind him, and there was no such island.In other words, normal investigative means will not get the information.

Steve puts his hands down.

He could take the postcard to S.H.I.E.L.D. and they'd always find something.The origin of the paper, unknown stamps, even the printed layout, clues.

But this postcard leads to something more important to him personally.

He walked to the mailbox, took out a pen, leaned on the top of the mailbox and wrote a sentence: Who are you?

There was no space for him to fill in the address, the tip of the pen paused, and he finally signed 'S·S'.Throwing the postcard into the mailbox, put away the pen.

Pulling out his phone, he looked at the category D'darling' in his address book, and swiped his finger.

Click into settings, device lock, and enter four numbers slowly and solemnly.

"Unlock failed, please try again"

……

Taking a deep breath, Steve silently put the phone back in his pocket.Not the date when I first took him to the movies.

So far, he has tried his mother's death date and birthday, his own birthday, the date when they first met, and various slightly special dates, but none of them worked.

Seriously, he was about to be burnt out by these four numbers.

What will it be?Isn't it the date?

After taking two steps outside, the alarm clock rang.

In the strange eyes of passers-by, Steve calmly turned off the alarm whose volume was turned to the maximum.

It's the one at noon.

He calls.After waiting for a while, the other side was connected.

"What?" The muffled voice seemed to be plotting to get angry, but it lacked a reasonable cause and effect.

"Want to have lunch together?" Steve hung one hand on his waist, walking on the side of the road, the corners of his lips were lifted up, tilted to the left earlobe, an uncontrollable joyful smile.

"what?"

"What to eat?"

"I haven't agreed yet!!"

"Aren't you chasing me? This attitude is not acceptable." The corners of Steve's lips widened, "And my shelf."

Royston pouted.Cheapskate.

"I won't pursue you anymore."

Steve paused: "Your fever is only three days?"

"Yes—" A deliberately provocative tone, "Don't you know that I have serious psychological problems?"

"Then you have to tell me what the device lock password is. Clean up your mess." Steve narrowed his eyes slightly.

"...I'll replace it with a more high-end mobile phone for you."

It seemed that the bluffing puffer was deflated by himself, and Steve heard a little bit of aggrieved meaning.He turned his gaze to the French restaurant next to him.There are also a variety of other restaurants on this street, Thai, Japanese, and Korean.

very colorful.

All kinds of aromas rushed into the nose, and Steve was in trouble: "I have feelings for my mobile phone."

"Then you go to refresh the phone!" Delete them all!

"I also have feelings for the records on my phone." Steve coughed lightly, not letting the smile be heard.

"Why are you so full of emotion?!"

"I am in love. I will always like what I like. I am still nostalgic and persistent."

There was a sudden misfire on the opposite side.

Before Steve's smile got to his eyes, he heard the opposite party suddenly raise his voice and shout: "Then you can just read it!"

Then it hung up with a loud voice.

...? ?

Steve reflexively looks away from the speaker and looks at the phone.

hemmmm... what did you say wrong again?

The current Roy...or Royston, has serious emotional problems.

Picking up the phone, Steve smacked his lips and took a sip.There is always a feeling that I am facing a young girl ==

This idea can only be pondered for a few seconds now, and then it has to be thrown away.Otherwise, if you accidentally say it out loud one day, you may be beaten to death.

After Royston yelled, like all adolescent girls, he began to fall into the stage of self-flagellation after making trouble for no reason.

Gan.

With his head down and his mouth and nose buried in the pillow, Royston rolled on the floor holding his face.

He is going crazy.Or just plain crazy.

What is he doing!What the hell is he doing! !

I didn't think there was anything at first.But when I think about Steve's attitude towards himself now that he doesn't get into it, avoids it, catches up with himself, and he still has to run, think about his "filial piety" attitude towards himself 70 years ago.

A broken cabinet, a broken mobile phone and myself.I didn't look for him all day, and he didn't look for myself all day.

He was off balance, out of sorts, like a sour lemon.

I soured myself.

It's all my own fault, and I have nowhere to vent my grievances.

This gap is too great.The more I think about it, the more I can't stand it, and the more I think about it, the more I feel wronged.Negative emotions will spread faster on him and fade more slowly.

He couldn't help himself.

Bah, scumbag.When he is handsome, he swells up.

I can't even look down on myself.

He was bored for a while and found that he couldn't suffocate himself, so he chose to stop breathing actively, and he really showed a dead body state physically.

The blood began to fade from his face and lips.He was as white as a dummy, and his temperature began to drop.

He lay desolately on the carpet, feeling the heat flow away from him.As it gets colder and colder, I feel more and more that I am loved by no one, and I am just a pitiful little one.

Blinking his eyes, Royston let himself go.Black wings squeezed out from behind, fluttered a few times, spread flat, and died.

The tail also came out from the back of the waist, wiggled a few times, and finally drooped on the ground bored.Just shaking twice from time to time can prove that he is a living thing.

He reported Royston's abnormal situation to his superiors. Not long after the surveillance network was deployed, the agent in charge of observing the target sent back a request for advice on whether Royston was suspected of being killed and had lost his vital signs.

Natasha, who was asked to take on several jobs and was also very active in taking on this job, almost sprayed Stark on the opposite face with a sip of wine.

"You look like you've eaten expired cheese." Stark wrinkled his face while clutching the steel fork.

"Natalie?" Pepper, who was sitting next to her, turned her head, frowned, lowered her voice, and reached out to touch her arm.

"I remember, I still have—" Natasha suppressed her anxiety and signaled that she was fine.Putting down the cup in his hand, getting up and leaving the table, he gave a normal and apologetic smile, and was about to go out.

"...The target moved! The target... still has the ability to act autonomously." The agent obviously searched for the right words.

"...the document was not sent to Happy in time." Natasha cut the subject without any sense of disobedience, "I'll be back soon. You can eat first."

"What documents need to take up lunch time, no more!" Stark waved his hand.

"Is it urgent?" Pepper was more reliable than him and asked.

Natasha hesitated: "It's actually not that urgent."

"Then let's go after dinner."

"Okay." She sat down graciously.

"The infrared sensor can't sense his temperature, he doesn't have the physiological characteristics of a living thing."

Natasha took a sip of her wine, suppressing her shock.

It seems that they found some 'rare species'.

Royston didn't know that he was just upset, and almost let the senior agent lose his horse on the spot.He got up when he heard the doorbell, glanced out of the cat's eye, made a fuss, and started jumping wildly on the spot, slapping himself in the face frantically, trying not to look so much like a corpse.

Listening to a series of strange movements of 'bang bang bang' and 'crack bang' inside the door, Steve frowned, shouted but got no response, and slammed the door violently open with his shoulder.

Royston gasped, and threw himself on the sofa numbly, quickly softening his somewhat stiff limbs by means of violent impact.

Steve was startled, walked over a few steps, and reached out to help him: "I didn't know you were behind the door. Are you okay?!"

Royston kicked his feet twice and curled up into a ball: "Don't touch me!"

Steve hung his hands in the air and shrank back: "Are you okay? Sorry, I thought you were..."

He saw two red slap marks on Royston's face.

"Who hit you?" His face darkened.

Royston rubbed his arms, cursing in his heart that the human body is so f*ckingly laborious, and let out a bewildered sigh.

"Who hit it." Steve reached out and touched his face, his eyes filled with anger.

Royston was scalded, and when his body returned to temperature, it was accompanied by a strange heat.

"Are you okay?" Steve was surprised by the abnormally low temperature under his hands, sat next to him, stretched out his hand to wrap him in his arms, and pressed the hot and dry palm through a thin layer of silk pajamas on his waist.

The other hand held his hand and rubbed it on his arm.

"Where were you just now?!" Steve felt like he was hugging an ice cube.

He hugged the person tightly, pulled the blanket next to him and wrapped the person tightly around his head.

"Do you want to take a hot shower?" Steve suspected that Royston had just fallen into the water, or just walked out of the ice cellar.

But there is only the sea nearby.He wasn't wet either.

Steve didn't hear him answer himself, he was anxious and wanted to ask.

Thin, long, gradually warming things were suddenly stuffed between the fingers in the blanket.

Through the thin skin, you can feel the bumped bones.Then when the thing was twisted and stirred, the five fingers became entangled tightly, as if they could only be loosened if they were torn apart.

A head was tucked into his neck, and the lateral line of his cheekbones was close to the curve of his neck, intimately.Like a joint two-petal sculpture or other artwork.

Steve froze.

The senses were amplified all of a sudden, the wind blew into the living room from the open shutters in the kitchen, rolled on the sofa, and the fluffy thread of the knitted blanket trembled, like some very cute little animal Quietly expecting to be loved.

Steve rolled his hands over and clasped that one, and the other hugged a little tighter, slid down his back, and clapped.

He remembered that when Royston hugged him for the first time, he was like a bound animal, and he would kick the person who restrained him away and run away whenever he got the chance.

In my panic, I didn't notice that the cheekbone line attached to the side of my neck belonged to my dozing head that I sat on the air stool in the two-seater of the bus to support it.

Obviously enjoying the unexpected matching arc like stealing candy countless times, but ignoring the touch after growing up.

Steve bowed his head, brushing his messy hair.

Sorry I'm late.