[Zhongyingmei] The dripping beast has become a fine

"When are you going to help me return to a human body?" the bat doll asked seriously.

Lucilia: "...I'm still researching."

Edie's body was not found, and she was also very depressed.

Obviously, I can be sure that Edie is definitely in a corner of the earth's surface, but I don't know why she can't find it. Lucilia can only say that fate, this little bitch, must be beaten again.

"There are two choices now. Either sit and wait and see when our luck turns around, or go down and continue to search in a carpet-like manner. Search a few times. Before the end of the world, we can always meet it."

While saying that, Lucilia spread her hands, looking very helpless.

Luck is the most difficult little ancestor in the world to serve, even the lord of crimes cannot control it.

"Compared to that," the little devil showed his starry eyes, "I saw a chocolate bar in Flash's dessert cabinet, which looked super delicious."

Jason: "Did you eat that chocolate bar?" That magical item with tens of thousands of calories?

"No." She smiled "I'm waiting for you to do it".

Jason: "..." All right.

Just treat it as a reward.

When Lucilia asked Superman for a cloak, he asked for a new one, not the one on his body. Jason was quite satisfied with this, as if the education for so long had finally seen the results.

He requisitioned the kitchen of the watchtower.

The direct result is that for several days afterwards, the whole kitchen has a lingering sweet smell.

……

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Earth's surface.

new York.

Captain America has finished his day's work, which is probably running in the morning, reporting to Fury, giving a speech or a recent report, or leading a team to practice. It is said that this is the latest reward mechanism in the army, the best The team can hang out with him all morning.

Rogers:  …

The old Popsicle couldn't laugh or cry at this kind of worship mentality.

Return to Stark Tower at noon or go to the canteen of Aegis, continue training or missions in the afternoon, and see if you can come back overnight in the evening.

Most of the time, as long as you go out on a mission, you will definitely not be able to come back.

Or come back in disgrace in the middle of the night.

Usually at this time, he would not go to Stark Tower, nor would he return to SHIELD, but would go to a small apartment in New York that he used for a temporary stay.

Batmen would call such a place a safe house, and to Rogers it was a place to rest.

Possibly, a hidden weapon or two?

in case the emergency.

He came back and checked the security warning at the door to make sure no one had entered the room before he came back—at least not through the door.

After entering the door, Rogers washed his hands and face to refresh himself. He had already had dinner, and he just took a shower and slept when he came back, which was not troublesome.

The clothes and pants that were stained with sweat and mud during training were taken off and thrown into the dirty clothes basket.

Throw in the bathrobe too, it's time to wash it, the life of a bachelor is very casual, if you think of it, you can wash it once more, if you don't think of it, it's okay to wash it a day later.

Rogers went to the bedroom to get a new towel.

The person on the bed invited him, and he waved his hand, indicating that he would go to take a shower first.

The equipment in the small apartment is relatively average, because Rogers doesn't come here often, and Rogers doesn't bother to tidy up, so the cold water just came down.

The cold water pricked his forehead, he was shocked and suddenly realized.

What bed people?

How could there be someone on the bed? ? ?

For some reason, although Rogers was puzzled, he was not too nervous. After a simple quick flush, he quickly turned off the water, put on his bathrobe, put a towel on the wet short golden hair, and went out.

He stood by the bed.

The person on the bed was amused.

"My God, do you wear such tight clothes when you take a shower at home?"

"Not always." But today he wasn't the only one at home, "Who are you?" Rogers asked, sounding a little confused, as if he was chatting with someone he knew but couldn't remember.

He was trying to remember who it was.

"You don't remember?" The other party was quite regretful.

It sounded like a young woman, maybe 20 or so, whom Rogers was pretty sure he didn't recognize, but there should have been a brief encounter or two at some point.

For example, in a certain morale boosting performance, he was kicked off the stage by soldiers, and passed by a girl who rushed up and kicked her thigh.

Seeing that he was so clueless, the other party introduced himself helplessly: "My name is Lusite. We have met before, but we haven't exchanged each other's names."

"Rogers." The captain only gave his last name.

He felt that he had made a mistake. The beautiful girl from World War II would only sleep in the yellowed photos and would not appear on his bed.

Impolite and incomprehensible.

Ruth was a little annoyed, and quietly rolled her eyes.

"It's really the old popsicle in Tony's mouth." She muttered in a low voice.

She knows Tony.

So some "Stark girl"?

Ever since he became Iron Man and his house was bombed, Stark has kept himself clean for a while, and Rogers has hardly participated in the messy parties held by the other party.

But maybe, indeed, once or twice?

He's not quite sure.

"Oh, please, this is not important." Ruth said helplessly, "Come here." She beckoned.

The super soldier's physical fitness is very high, and the energy conversion is perfect. Basically, Rogers will not be afraid of the cold, but may be a little afraid of the heat, so his quilt is very thin, and it is caged on Ruster's body. One after another, outline the graceful curve under the thin quilt.

With those subtle movements, the shadows deepen and are carefully drawn.

Ruth smiled at him.

Friendly and easygoing.

Rogers glanced over to make sure the other party was unarmed, and walked from the end of the bed to the side of the bed.

Ruth raised her upper body and let the quilt slide down, and moved closer to the soldiers approaching.

"What's your name?" she asked again.

The voice containing warm breath was like a wave, as if it wanted to hug him tightly and engulf him.

"I don't know you." Rogers took a step back, letting Ruster hold him empty, "Please leave." His attitude was still gentle.

Even though he couldn't be hostile to this Ruth, Rogers still remained vigilant, and he politely rejected the other party's hint.

Ruth: ...

"What?" she asked incredulously.

"Please leave." Rogers was very polite.

"...Okay." Lusite's smile twisted for a moment, and then quickly returned to professional hypocrisy.

Seeing that this time she was destined to return in vain, she was not persistent and took the initiative to get up and leave.

Ruster's figure disappeared on the window sill, and Rogers' mind also came to his senses.

What was he doing just now?

A woman who had never met before came into his bedroom, and with a few words of conversation, he made up his mind about the origin of the other party, and convinced him that he even went to take a shower while the other party was staying...

Rogers felt that there was probably something wrong with his brain.

"I'm looking for Wanda." Train your brain.

After checking overnight, Wanda thinks that the captain's brain is fine, at least it doesn't look like it now.

"Maybe she is the legendary succubus?" Kuaiyin, who sent his sister to work overtime in the middle of the night, was eating, rustling, "When you see her, you are destined to be irresistible."

"But he resisted." Wanda found it incredible.

"Maybe it's not a problem of resistance?" Kid Kuaiyin looked around Rogers' lower body in the midst of his death, "It is said that in some cases, it is true that you will not eat the mouth of the succubus."

Wanda: "..." Shut up, you brat.

Quicksilver: Slip away.

Rogers understood and understood, and couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't make trouble, maybe it's just that she doesn't want to be serious. Remind everyone to pay attention to unknown visitors recently."

Wanda nodded, and spread the news to others.

After a while, Rogers received a "kind" greeting from Stark: "Old Popsicle, do you need some action guidance? I have some good stocks here."

"Tony." Rogers said helplessly.

He suddenly realized that he was surrounded by guys of the King of Kids level, and they were more bearish than the other.

Stark on the other end of the communication laughed twice, and quickly became serious: "Well, at least we know what 'blond hair' and 'big breasts' mean."

They have guessed many guys including Superwoman, and even boldly thought of Thor, after all, what the Nordic gods look like in legends, everyone knows the fairy tales well, it is a bit strange Isn't it so strange that the strange guy is staring at them?

"No one really guessed it would be you. She should at least add a 'good ass'." Stark was still laughing.

Rogers choked because of this, and almost didn't bring it up in one breath.

"Tony!" he snapped.

He was answered by a burst of joyful laughter.

For the next week, the atmosphere throughout the Avengers was unexpectedly joyous.

Nothing too special either.

It was Rogers who encountered a little bit of trouble.

When he returns from missions, when he goes shopping, and when he runs in the morning, from time to time a beautiful woman will approach him.

Whenever this time, Rogers would let go of the vigilance he had been raising.

Under the guidance of the other party's language, I mistakenly thought that this was someone I was familiar with, and started talking with the other party.

Every time so far, Rogers, with the last caution, tactfully declined other invitations from the other party, and the contact between the two parties was limited to pure language communication.

"The question is what exactly does she want?" Old Popsicle's head hurts.

Natasha, who was in charge of counseling the captain today, asked another question: "Do you remember what she looks like?"

Rogers shook his head.

He couldn't remember each time.

It's just a vague impression that it should have been a wonderful and wonderful affair.

This feeling keeps building up after each encounter.

The old Popsicle who doesn't want an affair is very troublesome.

Natasha pushed him a plain black card.

"Lucilia is not available for now, but the gargoyle recommended this place to us, maybe there will be a solution to the problem."

Rogers flipped the card over and found an address printed on it.

Los Angeles.