[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

The woman sat on the sofa with some embarrassment, took the towel and hot tea that Steve handed her, and smiled gratefully: "Thank you."

Steve sat down on the sofa opposite her: "Well, we have a bathroom in the hotel if you need it..."

The woman shook her head: "It's okay, oh, I'm Emilia, hello."

"Steve Rogers." Steve gave a standard Captain America smile.

Emilia's face blushed slightly, but quickly faded back to pale, she seemed a little incoherent: "Sorry, I know this is impulsive, my ex-husband came back to me, he wants to be with me again, we It is true that we got along again for a short period of time, but I... I don't dislike him, I just continue to live with him in an ordinary way... I..."

The woman was talking nonsense—Steve didn't get the connection at all, but he listened carefully and didn't interrupt.

Emilia calmed down embarrassingly: "...Sorry, I don't even know what I'm talking about. I wasn't such a long-winded person before."

"It's okay, I've seen guys who are more verbose than you." Steve said with a smile, his words were really not comforting, because there was a middle-aged man who was [-] times louder than her lying upstairs, oh , US team love ps, still a naked middle-aged man, Steve shook his head, trying to get that terrible and attractive picture out of his head.

Even though Iron Man has led his thinking to outer space, in the eyes of outsiders, Captain America still maintains his reliable image in the past. He seems to be born with soothing skills, which makes people unconsciously rely on him and trust him. Emilia also gradually calmed down, she bit her lip and said, "I'm here to find Sam... Sam Winchester, he... told me that he's temporarily living here..."

"Oh." Captain America hasn't figured out the logical relationship between the ex-boyfriends. It's really not his specialty to analyze the complex relationship between young men and women in modern times. He paused for two seconds and then replied with a perfect smile. What's the matter?"

Emilia froze for a moment, wasn't what she just said clear enough?

As soon as she was about to speak, Dean and Sam walked in with unsullied faces. Dean saw Emilia stunned for a moment, waved his hand as a greeting, and then walked into the room quickly, slamming her the door.

Sam did not follow upstairs, but watched his brother enter the room.

"Sam," Emilia called softly.

Sam has been following his brother since he entered the hotel, and it seems that he only noticed Emilia at this time. His expression was tired and somewhat surprised: "Emilia? Why are you here?"

"...I came to you." Emilia bit her lip.

"Sorry, but it seems we've broken up? By the way, you dumped me because you still missed your ex-husband." Sam scratched his messy hair and stared at Dean's closed door.

"...I ran away from him." Emilia brushed her wet brown hair back behind her ears, and looked at Sam affectionately, "For you, we broke up."

"Oh, you'll get back together, after all you used to quarrel a lot before." Sam looked a little absent-minded.

"Is that all you care about?" Emilia raised her voice and looked a little sharp. She was dissatisfied with Sam's attitude towards her, as if she didn't care about her as much as before. Everything, have a big fight with him! Drove several cities alone! Just to find you! Do you know how long I stood in the rain?"

"...I'm sorry about this." Sam said, but there was some irritability between his brows. He did care about and love Emilia, but now he can't take care of so much. Filled up with his brother making another goddamn deal with the devil without telling him, and preventing himself from completing the second trial yet again, there's no energy for anything else.

Besides, what Emilia said, he didn't really touch much. His brother could write a Winchester family letter by listing the things he did for him. The subtitle of each chapter was dearsammy, and Sam was a little distracted. It might be a little strange to think, why is he comparing his ex-girlfriend with his brother?

Emilia had tears on her face, she couldn't believe the other party was so unmoved: "That's all?"

Sam glanced at the door of Dean's room, confirming that the other party didn't mean to come out for the time being, he smiled perfunctorily at Emilia, and lowered his voice: "Well... sorry, Emilia, I have some important things now Let’s deal with it, let’s talk next time?”

He didn't choose to go upstairs, but walked out of the hotel directly with the toolbox in hand.

Emilia stared at the back of him leaving without hesitation, as if she was just a completely unimportant episode.

Steve looked up at the sky, wow, this atmosphere is really awkward, he handed the other party a pack of papers.

Emilia grabbed his arm, threw herself into his arms and cried.

Steve froze in place, as if he didn't even know where to put his hands, but in the end he didn't push away the crying woman in his arms, and raised his hand to pat her on the back.

Emilia cried even harder: "Why is he so unfeeling? Could it be that I have done so much for him, and he is not touched at all? I have nothing, Sam abandoned me, and my ex-husband will certainly not Want me..."

"...lady, let go of the poor old Popsicle's cpu. When he can really handle these things, w9 will be eliminated." Suddenly, a mocking voice came from the stairs on the second floor, lazily Yes, with a little provocation.

Emilia raised her head to hear the reputation, and opened her mouth wide in surprise.

The man in front of him... obviously got up from the bed, why would Emilia know?Because the other party's attire really made the answer simple and clear at a glance-only the lower body was wrapped in a white sheet casually, and by the way, the sheet looked precarious, as if it was about to free fall to the ground.

Captain America felt his eyelids twitch: "...Mr. Stark, put on your clothes."

Mr. Stark pulled the floor-mopping sheet that was loosely wrapped around his lower body, and grinned nonchalantly: "I think this thing is good, look how post-modern my pleats are designed, old man Ice Cube, how about I let Stark Industries enter the fashion industry?"

"There's still a lady here." Steve gave him a quick look, then looked away, smiling apologetically at Emilia.

"Hmm, I know, this lady who wants her ex-boyfriends to cry around her playing Sex/Sex and the City." Tony's tone was lazy and sharp, "Paper ten dollars, only cash payment is accepted, thank you for your patronage. "

Emilia's face suddenly became embarrassing and angry, and her lips trembled a few times: "...you don't understand anything, so why blame me?"

"Hey, I passively accepted what you said. When Sam was around, you missed the stable life with your ex-husband, so you accepted that your ex-husband abandoned Sam, and then Sam left, and you started thinking about it again when you were with your ex-husband. Want Sam to give you a kick - why don't you be honest and say you just want a happy threesome in bed? They might actually be willing to take it... oh, what's wrong with me you can Bring it up." Tony smiled sarcastically, "I won't change it anyway."

"You!" Emilia's anxious eyes were red.

Tony just looked at Captain America with his arms folded, suppressing his slightly irritable mood. From the time he appeared to now, Steve really didn’t even look at him, and only cared about comforting the woman in his arms—oh damn He actually still hugged her? eon, when he was shot in the heart by his ex-girlfriend, he didn't see this guy hugging himself to comfort him.

——He just ignored it as a matter of course. Based on his "friendly" relationship with Captain America in the past, it's good that Captain America didn't take another shot in his chest.

But to Tony's surprise, Steve didn't even look at him, but pulled Emilia sideways: "Sorry, Miss Emilia, I'll arrange a room for you to rest now."

Only this, and he said nothing to Tony, no past accusations and no arguments.

Instead, he chose to ignore him completely.

Tony tugged at the sheets in disbelief, watching them walk away with wide eyes.

Dean pushed open the door and asked in surprise, "Sam?"

"What's wrong?" Steve asked.

Dean turned his head: "Has any of you seen my fucking brother?"

"He went out just now, I thought it was the result of his discussion with you?"

Dean blinked, and suddenly reacted: "Holy*! The bastard boy! He ran to finish the second..."

"I'll accompany you out to find him."

But Dean waved his hand: "No, the next thing has nothing to do with you, thank you for the past few days, this is the best fucking bed I have ever slept in, see you guys, say goodbye to the rest of the people .”

Dean walked out of everyone's sight, and soon the sound of a car starting came from outside the door.

Tony trudged downstairs wrapped in the sheet, then slammed down the stairs - tripping over the sheet.

"Did he just say Sam was going to do the second what?" Steve asked, his tone flat and formulaic.

"Three trials, what Sam should complete is the second time - to go to hell to save an innocent soul." Tony complained and threw off the bed sheet.

Steve raised his eyebrows: "You also heard what Dean said just now, he doesn't want us to intervene."

"I didn't hear anything." Tony shrugged. "How can we miss such a rare event like a trip to hell?"

The door of a certain room was opened secretly, and the faces of Max and his party were exposed. They originally wanted to watch the brothers and Dun Tie gossip, but unexpectedly heard the news: "Shall we follow? "

"Of course." Thor was eager to try.

"But it seems a bit embarrassing to go out now, don't you just admit that we are peeping?" Max said in a low voice.

"...We can follow secretly." Sherlock said that he didn't want to admit that he also had a heart for gossip.

Steve still reminded Tony: "...clothes."

"Oh, I almost forgot, Jarvis!" The mk42 came in response, and equipped it on Tony's body. Tony pressed the helmet down with a smile, and opened his arms to him, "Isn't that all right?"

The people peeking behind the door were once again shocked by how shameless he was, and they didn't want to talk.

...will cry. The American people will definitely cry knowing that their heroes are actually naked/wearing armor!

Only No. [-] Sherlock of the Bed Sheet Alliance nodded, and said in a low voice, "It turns out that there is still this method, which is quite convenient."

And the person who would usually stop Tony from messing around, this time he just put the shield on his back: "Let's go."

Three or ten minutes later, the two stared blankly at the neon lights of five colors shining on their foreheads. Under the signboard was a man and woman kissing and ecstatically hugging each other. The wooden door at the entrance was painted with suggestive and ambiguous graffiti.

Tony raised his eyebrows: "Wow, the entrance to hell...is it really, fragrant?"