[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

The sound of fingernails scraping against the iron door became more and more frequent and piercing, almost piercing one's eardrums, which meant that more and more zombies were flocking around their hotel.

Max raised his hands and blocked his ears: "Are you sure we can break through this group of heaven-defying things and successfully reach three streets away to rescue a little girl who doesn't know whether she is wearing a white skirt or a green skirt?"

"I like pink as a personal preference." Tony smiled at her. "A little confidence, honey, since we saved London, killed Voldemort, and closed the gates of hell... now it should be okay to kill a bunch of zombies Big question, do you want a submachine gun?"

"I'd rather hold the Hulk." Max pouted, but still took the weapon Tony handed her. Before getting this job, the most dangerous thing she took was a small cake made by her roommate. Now she takes There are almost enough weapons in the military encyclopedia, and to be honest, she is beginning to suspect that she is born to be a heroine.

"I'm sorry but no one dies from a nosebleed, even a zombie. Hey, dear John?" Tony held up a Barrett. Locke's head will never be discovered."

"You are so considerate." Watson rolled his eyes and took the sniper rifle, "... Isn't there a good thing?"

Tony shrugged: "Yes, my account came back when I returned to New York. I am a billionaire again. Unfortunately, all the banks are closed now."

"Dear captain, the door is ready to open, do you have any last words to tell me?" Tony winked at Steve jokingly.

Captain America took the shield off his back, and thought honestly for two seconds: "Um... long live freedom?"

"You're corny." Tony smiled and pressed the button. "You should at least say 'Tony Stark has the hottest ass in the world!' or something."

A large number of zombies poured into the door of the hotel. Tony turned on the flamethrower on his shoulder and burned the zombies in the front row to ashes. He whistled and stepped on the blue chip writhing in the ashes. It was broken.

Steve is fighting with more than eight zombies. The muscle lines wrapped in the silver and blue uniform are charming and hot. The fighting posture is so punctual that it can be directly shot into an action movie. Rogue, he really doesn't understand why Captain America has to be so polite in every fight, but it's sure that it's really fascinating, and it makes him hard to watch.

A zombie sneakily crouched on top of its companion's corpse, and rushed towards Steve.

Just as Steve turned his head, he suddenly saw Iron Man rushing past him, and by the way, the repulsive cannon from his right hand blasted the attacker's head away.

Captain America sighed: "...Tony, do you mind not being hugged by the princess like this every time? It makes people feel a little awkward, you see Sherlock is rolling his eyes there."

"No, I like this, and Sherlock is jealous, I guess." Iron Man hugged him, looking smug, "Hey cap, I saved you, shouldn't you promise me? "

"Aha, I'm very happy." Steve replied, jumped directly from mid-air, firmly knelt on one knee on the back of a zombie, crushed the opponent directly into the ground, and then sliced ​​off the shield. The opponent's head.

Max sighed, and fired a row of bullets: "Oh, can a lightning strike kill this pair of dogs and men who put flash bombs on the battlefield?"

Under the high firepower, the group quickly tore a hole in the encirclement and ran towards the target street.

"Why did the cap refuse my request to hold him?" Tony complained to Max sitting on Hulk's shoulder while slowing down, "Obviously my speed is faster."

Captain America jumped between the two buildings with ease, passing them with ease.

Max shrugged. "Oh, you should be glad he can't fly now."

**

They found the person who made the call for help. She was hiding in a convenience store, and outside the door was surrounded by a group of zombies who wanted to rush in.

Under the cover of fire from Tony and his group, Steve kicked open the door.

It was a little girl in a tutu skirt, really Tony's favorite pink, covered with small sequins, but it was a pity that it had been scratched in the days of hiding, she looked very young, about eleven In his early twenties, thin and small, he sat next to the corpse of a young woman and wept.

"Hey, girl." Steve tried to say hello.

The girl looked up at him, her eyes were big, moist, innocent and good-looking, but there was no expression.

Steve thought she was terrified, and he didn't approach rashly, but just gently extended his hand to her.

Soon the girl also stretched out her little hand timidly.

Steve hugged her tenderly: "Hey, don't be afraid...you're safe."

The little girl lay on Steve's back, with her wrist around his neck, and whimpered softly.

Steve patted her on the back: "It's okay."

The girl just lay obediently on his shoulder and cried softly.

Steve felt that something was wrong, the girl's crying trembled, and it sounded pitiful.

listen……?

Steve suddenly discovered that in the girl's soft body, he couldn't hear the sound of a heart beating.

That made him vigilant, and he exerted a little force, but he didn't push the girl away, but her hands became tighter and tighter, and her nails dug tightly into the skin of Steve's neck that was outside the uniform.

Steve frowned and pushed the little girl away.

The girl in the tutu was pushed far away like a broken doll bear, knocked down a row of cabinets, and her palms were scratched with blood on the ground, but she didn't show any pain, she just looked at Steve Husband, with an empty look.

The convenience store fell silent, and the quadruple hearing made everything clearer. Sure enough, not only the heartbeat, but also the sound of breathing was only his own, and the girl's completely torn skirt revealed a sharp wound .

Steve frowned, and he raised his hand to touch the back of his neck, and the palm of his hand was a touch of scarlet.

... was scratched.

"Hey, buddy, what's the situation? It sounds more lively than outside." Iron Man's voice broke in.

Steve wiped his hands on his uniform immediately after hearing the sound: "It's nothing, it's just..."

Tony just walked into the store at this time, he looked at the scene where Steve and the little girl confronted each other: "Just?"

Steve sighed, looked at the girl who had died long ago, and waved his shield: "We are late, she has already been infected."

His shield hit the girl on the head, and the girl fell limp, a chipworm crawling slowly out of the wound on her head.

However, Tony's expression suddenly changed, and he rushed to Steve's eyes, pursed his lips and checked him up and down, muttering something in his mouth: "Hey, are you sure you're okay? Did she touch you, touch you, spray you with blood, try qj you?"

"Worried?" Steve deliberately teased, he knew his quadruple power could heal that small wound in a few seconds, and Tony would not notice anything, he tried his best to adjust the brewing, and whispered in a perfect and smooth voice Comforting, "...don't worry, I'm fine."

Tony was obviously relieved after the inspection: "Yes, your ass is now exclusive to Tony Stark, of course I have to worry about it."

Steve looked at Tony who raised his jaw arrogantly at him, and unconsciously pursed his lips and smiled fondly: "Yes, yes, the greatest Mr. Stark in the world, you can help me from the ground first up?"

***

—What do you do when you know you are going to die?

Captain America's answer was that he did nothing, everything went on as usual, and the radio released two or three more messages. They temporarily put back the mission of finding Jarvis for a day, and put the rescue mission at the top of the list. Next The mission went well, and they successfully rescued a young couple, a pair of brothers and three children who had run away from home.

When the kid drops a thank you kiss on Steve's forehead, he feels peaceful satisfaction. Captain America has sacrificed himself to save the world all his life. He saves lives, and he also finds his own meaning in life from it. His faith and perseverance have always been.

He always thought that one day he would die for people, that was his normal destination, and he would peacefully close his eyes in some dark alley, without any regrets.

Steve raised his head from the sink filled with water, only to find that the water was stained with a few strands of blood, which was the blood gushing from his nasal cavity. Steve wiped it a few times, and then turned on the faucet. The blood was washed away.

The complexion reflected in the mirror wasn't too bad, but Steve could clearly feel that his physical functions were rapidly weakening, and he couldn't even restore his quadruple power in time.

He is being killed.

Tony was sitting on the sofa outside repairing his armor, muttering some incomprehensible chemical terms while repairing, the handheld electric drill sparked a series of sparks on the steel surface, this kind of high-risk activity is obviously not suitable for On the sofa in the bedroom, but Tony is a possessive little bastard, capricious and lawless.

After he took the initiative to confess, he became very clingy to Steve, and he insisted on getting tired of being together at work.

That made Steve's heart tingle slightly.

Tony was wearing a black overalls vest, and his body smelled of motor oil and cologne. Steve thought it smelled good, and it was a smell that belonged to Stark.

"Why do you have to use the bathroom for so long? Did you finally find out that you are a girl?" Tony said with a smile. He took off his heat-resistant gloves, threw the electric drill to the other side of the coffee table, and crawled to the history building on his hands and feet. In Tiff's arms, like a small animal.

"Are you nervous? Your heart is beating fast." Tony said, leaning into his arms.

"...Maybe too many things happened today." Steve bent his lips stiffly. He is not good at lying, but fortunately Tony didn't look up.

"...Jarvis's matter, I have to bear a lot of responsibility, do you think I can make up for all the mistakes?" Tony sighed, "I always thought that I was better at causing damage than saving."

"You saved a lot of people today." Steve kissed the corner of his eyes lovingly, "And you are Tony Stark, you are omnipotent, don't worry, everything will be fine."

"...I know, the next thing you want to say is that you will always be by my side, big guy, you're just so useless." Tony's smile was rarely sweet and satisfying, with a trembling smile on his chest. It was extremely warm on Steve's body, as if it could burn Steve's heart, he hugged Steve's waist and said, "...but I like it."

Steve found that he was not as calm as he imagined, he was unwilling, he had a lot of unwillingness, he finally got Tony, it was hard for him to fall in love with him, they should have many, many futures, There are so many beautiful futures full of colorful bubbles, and he desperately wants to say something, but his lover is too smart and sensitive, and he can find out that something is wrong with Steve within two seconds, so the United States In the end, the captain dared not say anything.

He just couldn't restrain himself from tightening his hands around Tony's waist, hugging him as if he wanted to rub him into his body.

He loves him like a love deeper than the deep sea, like drowning in it.

"...I love you, Steve." Tony didn't realize it, he smiled and rested his chin on Steve's collarbone, tilted his head slightly and whispered to him, as if it was a terrible secret ,"I love you."