Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

"I call it the 'Easter Eve Party.'"

Tony led Natasha and Hawkeye into the hall and said to them, "You know, to celebrate the resurrection of two old popsicles, and to celebrate the imminent resurrection of an actress."

The lights in the hall were dim, and the jazz music was beautiful and brisk. Sol came back and was booing while drinking at the bar. The new member brought by Captain America—Falcon, was fighting with him, and Banner, the honest man, laughed and persuaded him to fight.

Steve was sitting on the sofa, talking to James. The two were not as excited as the table next door, but the atmosphere was still good.

Cynthia leaned aside and looked at them. Although there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, there was still a slight seriousness between her brows and eyes.

The arrival of the three of them made her turn her head and show her face in surprise.

Hawkeye said hello to her, and then joined Thor's battle. Natasha blinked her left eye at her, and walked towards Dr. Banner gracefully.

Cynthia raised her eyebrows at the familiar moves she made when teasing Banner.

Tony quietly walked behind her to scare her: "Hey!"

Cynthia: "!"

The drink in Cynthia's hand shook violently, and a little splashed out.She barely caught it, turned her head quickly, and rolled her eyes angrily when she saw it was him.

"Come on, Tony," she said, "how many times a day are you going to scare me?"

"Honey, it's called a surprise."

Tony said, took a sip from a glass of cocktail: "What's wrong? Still worried?"

Cynthia sighed.

"It was so unexpected...I mean, I wasn't even a little bit prepared," she said confusedly, looking up at him. "Are we really going to do this?"

"It's just a matter of time, you know," Tony said, shrugging. "And you'd love to come back, wouldn't you?"

"but I……"

"Okay." Tony's honeyed eyes looked over and gave her a reassuring squeeze. "I promise I won't screw it up, miss. Now, let's enjoy the party."

On the other side of the bar, I don't know what Hawkeye said to Falcon. The black warrior with wings on his back looked towards Cynthia and exaggeratedly said, "Wow!"

Cynthia turned her head: "?"

Saul laughed out loud.

"Floating gold!" He called her loudly like some ancient dragon, "My friends want to hear you sing!"

Cynthia: "..."

"Oh, you won't believe it, she used to be a crow in Asgard! What, does the air in the atrium make people's voices better? Hahaha!"

Cynthia: "..."

Tony, Hawkeye and Falcon made voices of extreme disapproval at the same time: "Oh!"

Tony snapped his fingers: "Hey, Cynthia, you're going to help us out this time. Well, the next song on the speakers, whatever it is, sing one."

Everyone booed: "Sing one, sing one, sing one—"

Even James and Steve laughed and clapped their hands together.

The little clumsy hand slid back and forth, handing her the microphone to the beat of the music.

Cynthia raised an eyebrow and smiled.

She patted the microphone, tested the sound, handed it to her mouth, and said, "Okay——"

Her voice blared through the horns, and the falcons cheered from the sidelines.

The next song has arrived, and its melody is slowly getting stronger.

It's upbeat, old-school, last-century jazz.

As soon as they heard the prelude, Steve and James stopped smiling in surprise and looked at each other.

They are very familiar with this song.

Cynthia also said in surprise: "Hey! This song is very old, I don't even remember how to sing it!"

Tony frowned as if he had never heard such an old-fashioned song in his life: "God, Jarvis, did the captain threaten you? Just beep if you are kidnapped."

Jarvis didn't respond, only a brisk rhythm sounded in the hall.

"Okay, okay, I'll give it a try..."

Cynthia held the microphone, tapped the beat with her toes, and tried to sing:

"There's a tavern in town, a tavern

My love is sitting there, sitting there

He drank his wine and smiled

And never, never think of me"

She found the tune, laughed, and tapped her palms to the tune.

Although the lyrics were sad, the melody was bright and joyful. With Cynthia's lark-like voice and confident smile, everyone present couldn't help shaking with the beat.

James opened his eyes wide and looked at Cynthia under the light, and couldn't help but turned to his old friend for confirmation: "Is this the song we sang in the tavern..."

"Yes, Bucky." Steve looked at her with a nostalgic smile, "That was a long time ago."

"Farewell to you, I must get out of here

please don't cry for parting

Just remember, best friend

doomed to separate, doomed to separate"

Falcon Sam is also a veteran. When he was in the army, he always sang this song with his comrades. Now, listening to the familiar music, he couldn't help humming it with Cynthia.

When Sol saw that he had spoken, he immediately sat down and began to compare his voice with him.

"Farewell, farewell my dear friend

yes never see you again

I can no longer be by your side

I'll hang my harp on the willow

Maybe this way, the world will be kind to you tomorrow"

Natasha looked at them with a smile and joined in.Her voice is low and sexy, adding a touch of laziness to this jazz piece.

The melody entered an onomatopoeic chorus without lyrics. The voices of Falcon and Saul were louder than the other. Natasha was undisturbed, and her tone was stable; Banner and Steve also opened their mouths with great interest to join in the fun.

Cynthia suddenly felt that she had returned to the scene where the demons danced wildly during the rehearsal of the musical, but some people's tunes were out of bounds, in a mess, and they were incomparable with those professional actors.

Only James, in a trance amidst the bubbling music, was cautious and shrinking, like a little bear running from the North Pole, not yet accustomed to the heat and warmth of human society, afraid of being burned by it.

Cynthia looked at him, humming a brisk song, and gradually felt an indescribable feeling in her chest.

She knew that after tomorrow, she would get back on the right track of her star journey, and James would fumble in another brand new direction.

There will still be someone by their side, but it will never be each other again.

Cynthia sighed in her heart.

After all, it was more than a month of roommate friendship, coupled with her experience of teaching him to do housework, there must be some reluctance.

She walked towards him.

"Farewell to you, I must get out of here

please don't cry for parting

Just remember, best friend

doomed to separate, doomed to separate"

She came in front of him, holding the microphone and singing softly, the lyrics at this time seemed to be a bit of a confession.

James stared at her blankly.

"Farewell, farewell my dear friend

yes never see you again

I can no longer be by your side

I'll hang my harp on the willow

Maybe this way, the world will be kind to you tomorrow"

At the end of the song, everyone sang happily and clapped and cheered.

Amidst the noise, Cynthia looked at him against the light, smiled and said softly, "Goodbye, friend."

James curled the palm of his side uncontrollably.

He hesitated for a while, his green eyes were wide open, and he was about to say something, but Tony popped out of nowhere.

He hugged Cynthia's shoulders and praised her drunkenly: "bravo—!"

Others also echoed: "bravo——!"

Only Sol asked Banner in a daze: "What is 'bravo'?"

Cynthia put down the microphone, pulled her skirt and bowed gracefully.

Everyone laughed.

"Okay, my superstar." Tony looked sideways at her, "Why don't you join us for a few cocktails?"

Cynthia glanced at him helplessly.

"Tony, you know I can't drink."

Tony stroked his nails nervously: "Just a little bit, just a little bit..."

Cynthia was pulled away by him.

Beside the sofa, Steve looked at his long-lost best friend.

Under the dim light, James' expression was not clear, only a pair of emerald eyes, looking at Cynthia's back not far away for a moment.

"Bucky," Steve called him.

James lowered his head.

Steve was silent for a moment, then sat down next to him, bumping his shoulder.

"Did you know Cynthia always liked to scold me?" he asked.

"?" James turned to look at him.

"When we first met, she was a fugitive. I got a message from S.H.I.E.L.D. and saw her run past me, so I jumped out of the car and went after her. ... I chased her for five blocks. "

He touched his nose: "I guess this is not a good way to meet."

James raised his eyebrows and said, "It's not."

"... Anyway," Steve continued, "she ran away. The second time I saw her, it was with you.

"That time I took you into the car and called her. She was very gentle when she talked to you, right? It wasn't like that at all when I picked up before. She complained about why I let you contact Hydra people, Because your condition was not very good at that time, and she told me in advance that it was not allowed.

"Just now she called me over again, and told me to take good care of you in the future, and refrain from doing dangerous things. Don't let you touch the mission of Hydra immediately. Remember to take away the rest of your clothes from her. And don't let people like Sam rub you when they see you're a bully—seriously, I don't know how she got the word 'bully' from you."

Steve shook his head wryly.

James just looked at him silently.

"Anyway, what I want to tell you is," Steve patted him on the shoulder gently, "she cares about you and cares about you. If you really want to..."

"No, Steve." James cut him off.

He glanced at Cynthia's back over there again, and turned his head back.

"She has to go forward now, and she can't stop and wait because of me."

He paused, then suddenly smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, his eyes rolled away, and he was in a trance again the boy in the military uniform decades ago.

"Besides," he said, "I have my own way to go. With you, don't I?"