[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Angel Kiss

Dr. Banner has a mild temper when he is not turning into the Hulk. He usually likes to listen to relaxing music, do yoga or conduct scientific research to regulate himself and distract himself.When he was trying to complete a difficult yoga pose in the gym today, Natasha, who was supposed to be out for a relaxing weekend, walked in, followed by a series of their teammates, which was as spectacular as Moses divided the Red Sea .

"Hi, Nata." Banner greeted her: "Where did you come back from? It's all right."

"Don't ask." Natasha gestured to Steve who was walking at the back: "Leave the captain some room for reverie."

"Captain, are you alright?" Banner saw Steve, and felt that it was necessary to show his teammate friendship: "Your face is so red."

"Doctor, we sincerely suggest that you leave him alone and let him immerse himself in his own memories." Tony shook his head: "It's terrible that the old house is on fire."

Dr. Banner is worthy of being a person with an extremely high IQ of seven degrees but has never been in a relationship. He understood what he meant in seconds: "So today are you guys...going to watch the captain on a date?"

Steve replied without any guilt: "This is not a date, and we won't be dating anytime soon."

"I have convinced you people." Tony and Natasha rarely stood on the same front: "Let's take a step back and talk, captain, if you fall in love with her when she becomes an adult, will you be popular just by relying on each other?" Face to face can spend a 'beautiful and romantic' day?!"

Everyone turned their attention to him, and it contained meanings such as "please shut up the old driver" and "speak less to save face for the captain". Tony immediately put a seal on his mouth: "OKOK , I won’t say anymore, as long as you are happy, Captain.”

"Make room, Clint." Natasha sat on the sofa with her back facing them, and began to log into the backstage of S.H.I.E.L.D. on her portable device.She is one of the rare level 10 agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. At this time, she used the highest level of authority that she had been idle for a long time for Vivienne:

"Retrieve the information of Vivienne Ellinson's guardian, as well as the information of her original family before the ward's adoption."

A few seconds later, a line of blood-red characters appeared in front of her, followed by a piercing warning tone: [Insufficient authority].

"Insufficient authority?" Clint is a level 7 agent, and his ability to retrieve information from S.H.I.E.L.D. Personally, when some information even they can't access...

"Even if I don't know who her guardian is, at least now we know what level he is." Natasha exited the page and said to Steve:

"Captain, shall we talk?"

Steve nodded, followed Natasha and walked out. After they left, Banner, who was always out of the situation, hesitated again and again, and finally joined the ranks of the gossip army: "So can anyone give me a summary? ,What exactly is going on?"

While Dr. Banner was here to understand the situation, the conversation between Natasha and Steve was also going on.Natasha felt that as the only woman on the team, and a person who was about the same age as Steve himself, it was necessary to help him on his way out of the singles, but the captain was terribly upright , It is simply to continue to be single based on strength, leaving her with a lot of ideas and unable to put them into practice. There is no way, so I have to tell Steve all the information I know so far, hoping to help him a little:

"Captain, if you're not busy recently, spend more time with her. She's actually a very insecure person."

"I will." Steve nodded. "That's what I've been doing all along, isn't it?"

Natasha was still not at ease with him, and emphasized again: "She is extremely insecure, and you can get a glimpse of it from her current circle of friends. You see, whether it is from me or those who are close to her Good colleagues, without exception, are all women who are older than her and can make her feel protected and cared for. Combined with her current family situation, do you know what this means, Captain?"

"She was lacking in affection from a very young age, and she must have been hurt in that way, otherwise she wouldn't care so much about our feelings, trying to look out for herself in front of people like us, trying to be with us who can A good relationship with someone who plays the 'sister' role in her subconscious."

Seeing that Steve was still thinking about it, Natasha reminded him:

"Not to mention anything else, captain, do you think she said the most beautiful things to women?"

This sentence was like a flash of lightning, illuminating Steve's thoughts.When he thought about it, he found that it was true. Vivienne's most false gender group was indeed Natasha's age group—at least the superficial age group. Make yourself better, more likable, almost silently pleading:

I'm fine, please like me.

Steve felt a fine, long-lasting softness in his heart for an instant.He started to feel distressed just listening to it, as if a pair of hands were controlling his heart, leaving all the fine fingerprints on it, and looking at it when he zoomed in, every line was the name, and even the name You don't have to say it out of his mouth, you can feel the heartfelt joy and tenderness.He took a few deep breaths and solemnly said to Natasha:

"I'll be with her."

Natasha patted Steve on the shoulder and walked out the door: "I believe you can give her a sense of security, Captain."

After waiting for Natasha to leave, Steve calmly took out the small notebook he carried with him to record things and flipped it backwards.There were already a lot of four vertical and one horizontal lines for counting on that page, and he drew a vertical line on it, and he didn't know what time it was used for counting.He looked at it and smiled slightly, stuffed the notebook into his pocket, and went out.

That night, in a tavern frequented by mercenaries, Rumlow and his deputy Rollins sat in a corner drinking.Members of the Special Forces surrounded them, drinking, betting, and calling strippers to do lap dances.Rumlow pressed his temple, got up and said to Rollins:

"Let's go over there."

In this smoky scene where demons danced wildly, the two sat down in a relatively quiet place with their wine bottles in their hands.Rollins quickly opened a bottle of wine: "Captain, if you have anything to say, just say it."

"Obviously?" Rumlow asked.

"It's too obvious, and it seems to be related to this." Rollins made a very obscene gesture: "You almost have your thoughts written on your face. What's wrong, Captain? What's your problem? Just talk it out, I'm so happy—I mean, I can help you figure it out."

Rumlow didn't know what to say for a while, and the culprit that made it difficult for him to speak was his biggest benefactor at the moment. Ann's side as a bodyguard for a few weeks often comes.

But here lies the problem.

Most of the women he has come into contact with before are almost all women in their twenties, and there are roughly two types of representatives of women in these age groups, either they are lap dancers who can get a few tens of dollars in a bar for a night, and they can do it with a little more money. Introduced, or those beautiful and thorny female agents in S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra, beauty is beautiful, but people will die.So for a little girl like Vivienne who is so sweet, so soft, so small and even stuck on the edge of underage, he is really at a loss. He feels that everything is wrong, even if it is the most basic and habitual Italian. Compliments to women, when you say it to her, it seems that you are seducing people with your age and rich experience, and this feeling can be transformed into the pleasure of stepping on the edge of the bottom line of age, tormenting yourself all the time. It is still the only Rumlow in Hydra that has retained a little conscience.

Most of the friendship between men is concluded and sublimated at the wine table, and this is exactly what Rumlow intends.He beckons for a dozen beers and promises to treat himself tonight without his good lieutenant paying a dime.Then, when Rollins was almost drunk, he changed the names of himself and Vivienne, and then changed his personal address to his deputy, and finally added a sentence:

"What do you say this should do?"

Good guy, this is a big deal.Even if Rollins was drunk, he would never give up any chance to fight against his own captain, let alone this kind of god-given opportunity to crush him mentally. He laughed outrageously on the spot, and Lang Mlo grabbed him roughly by the collar when he hiccupped on his face on the table to keep the man from drowning in his own vomit - what a good captain he was.Rumlow thought.

While laughing out of breath, Rollins suggested to him: "Oh, what about doing what you agreed to do? I understand, I understand. It's amazing that you can still control yourself as the current captain of beauty. Seriously. , if you really have nothing to do, you can apply for a transfer, as long as you make a report tonight, you will be pleasantly surprised to find that there are absolutely countless people who want to take your class."

"Hey Jack, it's not me, okay? Really, it's about a friend of mine, I won't lie to you." Rumlow waved the empty wine bottle at him threateningly: "Don't be silly Let me ask you, what should this person do without resigning?"

"Okay, I didn't know that person was you, the captain." Anyway, Rumlow just said that no matter what he said tonight, he would not be beaten, and it was the captain's treat:

"You're in a unilateral relationship, Captain. You really have a flirtatious face that can make girls voluntarily fall in love with you."

Rumlow, expressionless, very calm and sober, pushed his deputy team face down into the table, completely ignoring Rollins' hoarse voice - "Fuck! It hurts! Captain, you are ten years ahead of menopause No? No, no, stop calling and pretend I didn’t say anything!” ——waving for the bartender to check out:

"He pays the bill himself."

Although it was he who paid the bill in the end, he had to carry the puddle of mud to the upstairs room under the ambiguous gaze of the barmaid.Damn, I feel aggrieved just thinking about it.When he was smelling of alcohol, kicked the accelerator wobbly and drove the motorcycle out of the speeding car, and was about to go back, for some reason, he changed his route by accident and happened to pass by Ellingson House.From a distance, he could see that the lights on the second floor were still on, the curtains were soft creamy white and beige, and the dim light poured down from the window, casting faint golden spots on the ground.

"Little girl, why are you staying up all night?" After blowing the cold wind all the way, he felt a little drunk, so he lit a cigarette to calm down, but just as he took out the lighter, the little flame hadn't even approached When he had a cigarette butt in his mouth——

"Rumlo!" Vivienne opened the window suddenly, leaned half of her body out, and waved to him downstairs: "I heard the sound of your motorcycle, how is it, have you recovered from your cold? Why are you still outside so late?"

"Fuck." The cigarette in Rumlow's hand fell to the ground before he knew it, and he murmured without knowing it: "What a fucking coincidence."

What a... what a coincidence.The surroundings were dark, and the street lamps were broken at some point, and the only few lamps could only emit dim light, which made the light from the second floor of Ellingson's house even more warm. , How bright.

But no matter how bright the light was, it was not as dazzling as the surprise and pure kindness in Vivian's eyes.This kind of extremely pure and gentle kindness is really too much and too far away for a mercenary like him who wanders on the edge of law and life and death all year round, stepping on the aftertaste of blood and gunpowder to exchange his life for money.

At that moment, he almost wanted to run away.