[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

Steve lifted Tony's hips so that his legs could wrap around his waist without their lips ever leaving.

Tony was almost hanging on him, Steve pushed open the bathroom door, kissed Tony and walked towards the bed while hugging him.

Then Tony was decisively thrown on the bed, it was really thrown, without any hesitation, Tony's head hit the head of the bed, and he screamed in pain.

Steve stood beside the bed with his blue eyes squinted, his usually gentle blue eyes looked a little dark, every nerve in Tony's head was screaming for danger, Captain America slowly bent down, and supported himself with one hand Beside his face, he said word by word: "Mr. Stark, until you learn to be good and choose not to evade answers, you don't want to get anything from me anymore."

"Includes kissing in bed." Steve threw a towel over his wet brow.

Then Steve got up and left without hesitation, leaving Tony lying on the bed with a dazed expression.

"...What are you going to do?" Tony stared blankly at the other party and walked into the bathroom with the towel again.

"If you don't take a shower, I'll take a shower first." Tony heard a very clear click from the bathroom door, damn Steve, he even locked the door!

Tony was lying on the bed naked on his back, with his head wrapped in a towel, still a little unresponsive, what's going on? !Someone turned down a naked Stark who offered to throw himself into his arms!And fucking threw him up on the bed? !Did you take a shower by yourself? !

"...Steve Rogers! sonofbi*ch!" Tony vomited blood and threw the towel on the ground, and raised his middle finger fiercely towards the bathroom door.

What answered him was the sound of calm splashing water.

******

"Hey, do you want me to believe that the majestic king of hell just came to chat with you? Then he left?" Sam said displeased.

"Yes, we just covered the quilt and chatted for a day, oh, he also asked me to say hello to you on his behalf, by the way, hell has reserved a special seat for you, just waiting for you to cough up blood and then go down to find him " Dean smirked, "Yes, I know you are coughing up blood again, don't think you can hide it from me when you are cleaning up the corpse of the soul-devouring beast in the church."

"Yes, so don't try to hide it from me, what did Crowley do to you?" Sam rolled his eyes helplessly, "You know I won't give up asking you."

"You also know what I don't want to say, so I will never tell you, Sammy, I promised you to be as honest as possible and not to lie to you again, so the truth now is, I don't want to tell you, ok?" Dean He patted the horn on the steering wheel and clicked his tongue, damn traffic jam.

"I'll know," Sam murmured stubbornly, tilting his head.

"Oh, really? Biteme? Man." Dean honked the horn a few more times, it was still raining outside, and the wipers swiped back and forth, disturbing people, and he saw him in the rearview mirror The pale lips of my brother.

That glaring as hell.

*****

[sir. 】The voice of the system housekeeper suddenly sounded,【There is a lady who has been standing at the entrance of the hotel for more than an hour. She did not bring an umbrella, and she also rejected my suggestion to invite her to enter the hotel first to avoid the rain. It's over for now, I thought I should let you know. 】

Tony didn't even bother to put on his clothes. He just pulled the sheets and lay naked on the bed. After hearing Jarvis's voice, he lazily said, "What woman? Thanks to America's sweetheart, your master's life has been regular lately And healthy."

[Forgive me for this sentence, I don’t want to comment.I've asked for you, but the lady doesn't seem willing to ask. 】

Captain America came out of the bathroom with steam, his hair was a little wet, but he was already dressed very neatly, Tony sneered, he really implemented his policy, and didn't let himself take any advantage.

"Jarvis, is she still there?" Steve asked.

[Yes, Captain. 】

Steve walked straight past Tony, toward the door, and Tony snorted softly, pulling the pillow indifferently into a more comfortable position.

It was still pouring.

The woman with brown hair was standing in the rain like that, her left hand was holding a mobile phone tightly, her lips were blue from the cold and trembling slightly, but she didn't move a step forward.

"...Hello." The woman moved and raised her head. It was a very handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes, and a gentle expression, smiling at her.

Then the tall and slender gentle man walked to the same stairwell as himself, held the umbrella in his hand over her head, and the man said again: "I'm Steve Rogers, what's the matter?" Would you like to talk more?"

The rain flowed down the woman's bangs, which made her look tough and pitiful: "I..."