[comprehensive] villain friend

Washington Strange Tales 【Ⅰ】

Even if you are going to die tomorrow, you must live seriously today.

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6:30 A.M.

Sam Wilson has been paying attention to the girl who "runs" every morning for a long time.

...if running a lap is considered a "morning run".

The girl had been there when he came here for his morning jog a few weeks ago.He was surprised at first, after all, in his impression, girls of this age would not have the habit of getting up early in the morning for a morning run.In fact, there are only two of them running here at this time.

He guessed that the other party had the habit of running in the morning, so he should be very good.

...Then he saw the other party run a lap at a snail's pace, put on the earphones, put his hands in his pockets, and began to take a leisurely walk.

When he passed the little girl for the third time, she had just finished walking around, so she simply stopped and bought breakfast at a nearby shop. The shop owner obviously knew her very well, and greeted her with a smile, Then the little girl took the breakfast and sat on the bench, thinking about something, started to eat breakfast slowly, then sat on the bench with headphones on in a daze, until the crowd gradually increased, the little girl would not be in a hurry Stand up without delay and leave.

Honestly, Sam thinks she's more serious when she's eating than when she's running.There is nothing left, not even the broken pieces, and I have to savor it at the end.

... So Sam couldn't hold back, and went to buy a copy after running.

It's pretty tasty, really.

It is said to be Chinese food.

So thought Sam Falcon Wilson, holding a pancake fruit.

Then this kind of day repeated for nearly a month.

Every time Sam runs, he can see the fruit who loves pancakes. I don’t know what the hell is running in the morning. The stamina is scum. The whole process of thinking mode. It’s not easy to strike up a conversation. The little girl repeats the same "morning mode".

...he suspected it was a programmed robot.

Just when he couldn't bear it and was finally going to strike up a conversation one day to see if it was a new robot, something happened to this "morning running group" (Sam's language).

Yes, a new person has joined the "morning jog group".

...a terrible man.

Not only taller than him, handsomer than him, better than him, but also... better physically than him.

Sam finally got a feel for the little girl he passed three times(…) every run.This is a kind of fear of being dominated by power, especially when the opponent still says "pay attention to the left" every time he passes by.

And this guy is not like a little girl who just runs in the morning every morning, he even ran into him in the evening running time!

Sam felt that he was really unlucky for eight lifetimes!

But the only woman in the morning jogging group seemed completely oblivious to the newcomer.Yes, she doesn't seem to be sensitive to the surrounding environment at all, and Sam sometimes suspects that the other party doesn't even know that he has been "running" with her for a month.

However, this insensitivity still relieved Sam, who would inevitably look good in front of the opposite sex.

...Of course, it was a bit too early to breathe a sigh of relief.

Finally one day, at a weird moment, during the first lap, the three met at the same location!It was as if the second hand, minute hand, and hour hand were in the same position. The blond-haired and blue-eyed man called out "Pay attention to the left" as before, and the little robot girl glanced to the side in a dull manner.

An almost awkward silence.

Falcon: "...Hi."

Robot Girl: "...Hi...?"

……

All right.Anyway, thanks to that handsome guy with big breasts, Falcon finally confirmed the little girl's identity as a human.

By the way, I know her name.

Dolores Joe Hayek.

A native New York mixed-race girl studying at Imperial University.

etc!Why would a young girl from New York who was studying at Imperial University show up in Washington?Well she dropped out of school - that's barely a reason, but...

This girl is still a little strange.

...is not annoyingly weird.

……

Dolores is eating her breakfast.

Dawn is full of hope.At this moment, she felt that she could forget all the emotional things that happened, whether it was the little "difference" between Aphra and her before, or everything that happened during the trip to Gotham—everything was over.It was like New York and Gotham were all left behind by her, and only the dawn of Washington was left in front of her eyes.

She can do it.Dolores hinted to herself—everything was fine, no weird faces, no weird questions.

Aphra didn't have any contact with her until she came back from Gotham after gathering her thoughts.Not only that, but she also blocked all contact information of Dolores.

This is not very good.

Even though it was just a small disagreement, she thought that Aphra would figure everything out quickly.

Yes, a little disagreement, that's exactly what Dolores defines.A little difference.

She and Aphra were not in the same way. It was only because they didn't know each other well enough that they maintained a fairly good relationship.In her original thought, she and Aphra would be good partners, of course, that's all.

It's nothing to worry about.You will not be surprised when you get something you have never expected from the beginning, and you will not feel sad when you naturally lose it.Some mood swings are meaningless behaviors that can be ruled out from the start.

Sitting on the bench, she stroked her shattered hair blown by the wind, thinking so.

Most of the time, when not thinking about philosophical issues, Dolores thinks that the world is very cute, everything is very interesting, as if there is nothing to criticize-as if a ballet dancer can never dance when he is relaxed, A table tennis player would never choose a table tennis ball when it comes to having fun in everyday life.In order to relax her mind, Dolores usually chooses a fixed period of time to think about nothing.When she came to Washington from New York a month ago, she fixed this time slot in the morning.

Lincoln Square is really a great place for a morning jog.She raised her head casually, emptying her mind.

In front of her eyes, the white man threw down the sentence "Pay attention to the left" and once again passed the black man.

It seems that the racial talent of black people who are good at running is not completely oppressive...

She noticed that the black man muttered something almost broken, and speeded up.

Although completely futile.

And blindly speeding up will only make him lose strength in the back.

Sometimes she really can't understand these brave men.An intellectual being, Dolores emotionally hated all sports.However, considering the importance of a healthy body, she still planned a healthy and complete routine for herself.

Daily quantitative and appropriate exercise is of course also among them.

She likes the process of taking a walk after running a circle, breathing the fresh air, seeing the open scenery in front of her eyes, thinking about nothing, leaving all the problems behind her, so as to gain new courage to face the dark reality—everything It is for a more reasonable life.

While she was thinking this aimlessly, the two people who were competing for running had already ended their unsuspecting race.

"Hi! Dolores." The black man breathed steadily and walked over from afar.He greeted Dolores, and sat casually beside her, holding a freshly baked pancake that was steaming hot, "You seem to be a little faster than before."

"...Really?" Dolores took off the earphones and tilted her head, "Have you finished running today?...Sam?" Although she felt that it was a bit strange to call the name of the person she just met, it was obvious that the other party felt They were already familiar...to be honest, she was almost brought to think that they had known each other for a long time.

—but now that Sam Wilson is done, then...

Dolores' eyes drifted, subconsciously searching for the white man.

"Are you looking for me?" A steady voice sounded from the side.

Dolores looked over, and the white man with a figure like a hill was sitting next to Sam Wilson, also holding pancake fruit, and showed a friendly smile to the two of them.The friendly smile could have glowed in the sun—gold, too.Dolores couldn't help but look away.

"This is not bad." He pointed to the pancake in his hand, "It's very fragrant. It's the first time I've eaten it."

"Oh! Yes!" Sam seemed to have found a friend, and he was also laughed by the other party's smile, and patted the other party's shoulder, "What's your name?"

"...Steve Rogers." The other party was a little surprised, but obviously very happy.

"—Well, Steve. You have great taste! Honestly, we have a lot in common." Sam said, "So I decided to approve you to officially join our 'morning running group'!"

Captain America with a blank face but still smiling: "...?"

Dolores, who was suddenly classified as "us" and didn't know when she joined the "morning running group": "...?"

Sam who slipped his tongue: "...!"

He stiffened for a moment, "ha, ha, ha ha" laughed dryly, patted Steve's chest stiffly, trying to change the subject and get confused: "...then what, I've wanted to ask for a long time, this chest is that true?"

"..."

"..."

"...I'm suddenly thirsty, I'm going to buy mineral water." Sam Super Witty Occasionally Stupid Falcon Wilson decisively decided to retreat. With an embarrassed expression on his face, he took a step back and quickly left the scene.

So the two remaining people looked at each other in blank dismay.

Just when Dolores was about to ignore the other party and lower her head again, the blond man broke the silence.

He pointed to the seat next to Dolores and motioned to her: "Can I sit here?"

"...of course," she replied.

So Steve sat down and smiled at her: "Hi, I'm Steve Rogers."

—Well, I know, you said it just now.

Dolores gave a sly smile—though the name seemed familiar.She couldn't help thinking, she always felt as if she had heard it somewhere. ……never mind.There are duplicate names everywhere in the United States. Maybe it's because the president of Apple is also named Steve that she thinks this name is familiar?It seemed a little too much fanfare for a memory palace to be piled up for a name, so Dolores put aside this subconscious error and didn't think much about it: "Hi, I'm Dolores Joe Hayek."

"..."

"..."

So the two people who were not good at communicating with others fell into silence again.

"...You seem to often run here in the morning?" The captain tried hard to find a topic, "Um, you know, it seems that there are very few young people your age who like to run."

"I don't like running either," Dolores said.

team leader:"……"

"—but I think running in the morning is a good habit." She added, "I'm not in good shape and need to exercise properly."

Not knowing what the other party thought of, Dolores noticed a trace of nostalgia in his eyes, and when he looked at her, he was inexplicably gentle and even had a hint of empathy: "Proper exercise is indeed good for the body... …Maybe you can try to gradually increase the number of laps, which can gradually increase the body's acceptance."

——This is said, as if he had experienced it personally.

Something flashed through his mind, and Dolores blinked.

"...ah," she said, "thank you for the suggestion."

"Hey, I've only been away for a while, and you've already had such a good chat?" Sam waved his hand in protest, and walked towards this side, "——that's not fair!"

"Sorry?" Steve replied subconsciously.

"Oh." Sam was a little surprised. He didn't expect that he would actually get an apology for his plausible complaint. Yes. Let's do it all over again—Hi, I'm Sam, Sam Wilson."

"Hello," Steve smiled brightly, and held out his hand to hold Sam tightly, "I'm Steve Rogers."

Sam froze for a moment: "...Uh, well, this name...is familiar?"

Dolores looked up.

"—But it's nothing strange." Sam Wilson shook his head, and patted Steve's shoulder comfortingly, "You know, this is quite normal, every day I can meet a dozen 'Sams' .”

What she said made sense, and Dolores nodded her head slowly, as the trace of something wrong that had appeared in Dolores disappeared in an instant.Steve smiled and said nothing.

On the wide street not far away, a dark gray car stopped silently, and Dolores frowned slightly.

She coughed, stood up, and patted the non-existent ash: "Then, I should go. Goodbye, Sam. Goodbye...Steve."

"Uh, okay, see you tomorrow morning then." Sam waved to Dolores.

"Goodbye." Steve's eyes seemed to pass by the gray car inadvertently, and he nodded slightly to say goodbye to her.

Dolores turned and walked the other way.

Really bad.

Why does someone always want to ruin her day?

The author has something to say: Come on, come on, I said before that the capital of the United States is not a cutie in London.Let's take a look at Washington today. 【Knock on the blackboard】

The sky in Washington~ It’s a sunny day~ The people of Washington like it~~~

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By the way, I didn't tell you, how much is the percentage in the content summary? :)......I seem to have forgotten.The little reader who saw the percentage is great! !You are so smart!

I feel that this article is so slow that I haven’t written the [Friends of the Villain] orz in the true sense. Forget it anyway, I will always write it.... The points are basically concentrated in the back after the total blackening is complete. _(:з」∠)_