When you have two sets of superheroes

Shirley and Steve are drinking on the rooftop.

Originally, she only brought the undrinked beer and foreign wine that she bought when Tony came last time, but when Steve said that he could not get drunk with four times the serum, Shirley raised her eyebrows and went to a nearby shopping mall to buy a bottle of Moutai and a few bottle of white wine.

However, it turns out that the quadruple serum is not a bragging, Shirley feels like she is going to alcohol poisoning, and Steve is fine except for a few trips to the toilet.

As a centenarian who lives a healthy life and doesn’t like alcohol, Steve wanted to stop her at first, but Shirley didn’t like it. Steve couldn’t really fight with her, and he really didn’t have experience persuading girls. , can only retreat steadily under Shirley's nonsense.

After drinking too much, Shirley asked him how Tony was doing in that world. After thinking about it, Steve said: "Tony is very good, he is very smart, and he always has a way to make himself live better." Comfortable."

"Really." Shirley said, propped her chin and turned her head to look at him, "But I always feel that he has a lot of things in his heart."

Steve smiled helplessly, "That's right, he's used to protecting those around him and taking care of everything himself."

Shirley smiled and asked, "Is this a common problem of superheroes?"

"A little bit." Steve nodded, "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility."

Shirley said, "The greater the responsibility, the greater the pressure."

Steve didn't deny it, but his voice softened, and said: "But... when you see those who survived because of your efforts, when you see them weeping and embracing their families, you will find that everything is worth it of."

Shirley can see that he really loves the land he guards, just like Clark, they are all fighting for their beliefs and persistence, even if they sacrifice for it.

...Maybe for Superman, dying in order to protect the people may not be so unacceptable.

Seeing that Shirley started to hold her chin in a daze again, Steve took the opportunity to reach out and put the empty wine bottle aside, and said, "Okay, don't drink, let's go down, it seems to be raining soon."

At one o'clock in the morning, Shirley was awakened by thunder, and it was raining heavily outside the window, with pea-sized raindrops crackling on the window.

She took half a sleeping pill before going to sleep. She suddenly woke up with a terrible headache and couldn't fall asleep anymore. She just put on her coat and went to the balcony to enjoy the cool.

Thunder and lightning flashed outside, and the thunder and lightning seemed to split the entire sky, appearing and disappearing repeatedly.After a while, Steve also came out with his coat on (both rooms have access to the balcony). The two looked at each other, and Shirley smiled helplessly, "It's as if someone is about to escape from the weather."

Steve was puzzled: "Crossing robbery?"

"It's... gods, do gods know? Similar to gods, if they want to advance their abilities, they have to go through tribulations."

Steve nodded half-understanding, went back to the room and poured two cups of hot water, and gave Shirley a cup.

"It's an old man, I'll buy you a thermos later, and I'll bring a few packs of goji berries and American ginseng." Shirley teased him, but her body honestly held the water cup to warm her hands, "Tony basically doesn't drink water, either coffee or beverages. "

Steve nodded and said seriously: "That's not healthy, I'm urging him to change."

"Supervise...?" Shirley was stunned for a moment by his wording, and suddenly thought of a question. She blinked and smiled maliciously, "You have slept for more than 90 years, so... it is actually more than 100 years." He is old, so he is considered an elder, right?"

Steve nodded: "Yes, his father and I are friends."

Shirley burst out laughing. Tony was trying to save face, but he never mentioned this.

"That's really embarrassing for you." She gave Steve a sympathetic look, "Tony is not easy to manage."

Steve raised his eyebrows, but didn't answer, just looked at her with a smile, his gentle and generous expression inexplicably revealed a bit of kindness.

Shirley shrank back vigilantly: "...What do you think I am doing?"

Steve said leisurely: "When I go back and tell Tony that I urge you not to drink too much, he will definitely look like this."

Shirley's indifferent face: "...huh."

The rain did not decrease in the slightest, and the pouring rain was blown into the balcony by the wind. Steve asked concerned: "How long have you been standing outside, why don't you sleep?"

"Headache, can't sleep."

Steve's eyelids twitched, he frowned and said, "You still come out to have a shower because you have a headache?" He was about to take her by the arm and take her back to the room.

"This is a strategy." Shirley held him back with a serious expression, "Captain, that's what I thought, anyway, I already have a headache, I just want to see how it can hurt, at worst, it hurts me to death, and no one will live. "

Steve: "???"

It was the first time he heard such a strange train of thought, he couldn't laugh or cry, and decisively pulled her back to the room.

"Sit down, I'll rub some medicated oil on you."

Shirley lay on the back of the chair and looked at him, "Do you still know about medicinal oil?"

When Steve came back, he not only took the medicated oil, but also grabbed a pillow and stuffed it behind her, saying, "For muscle soreness and so on, Huaguo's medicated oil is very useful."

Shirley asked curiously: "Does Captain America also have this kind of excessive movement?"

Steve laughed: "Of course, I'm human after all."

Shirley leaned back while Steve rubbed her forehead and temples.His fingertips were rough, and it hurt a little after rubbing them for a long time, and mixed with the cooling sensation of the medicated oil, it felt so cold that it was almost hot.But it was quite comfortable for Xueli. The coolness of the medicated oil covered up the headache, and made her frown slightly loosen, and she leaned back in the chair relaxedly.

After about half an hour, Steve went out to wash his hands.

The living room didn't turn on the light, and a bat dart flew towards him with a sharp cold light, brushed less than an inch from his cheek, and pierced deeply into the wall.

Bruce said coldly, "What are you doing in her room?"

Steve raised his safflower oil-scented hands to signal him to calm down: "Shirley has a headache, I gave her a massage."

Bruce jumped off the table and was about to run in, but he heard Shirley's rustling sound of covering the quilt from the room: "Thank you Steve, I'm falling asleep, please turn off the light for me."

Steve said hello, turned around and wanted to go in, but Bruce said fiercely, "Don't go in again!"

"..." Steve turned back helplessly, "Okay, then turn off the light for her."

When Shirley got up at noon the next day, she saw that a claw hook had been stuck in the top of the switch by the door. She twitched the corner of her mouth, yawned and walked out.

Steve was looking at his phone. He probably had the experience of adapting to modern life after being dug out of the ice. He adjusted quickly after he came here, and he didn't look like Tony was burning his ass when he first arrived. .

"I saw an interesting question," he said to Shirley, who was petting the dog, "If you watch a movie alone and you can't unscrew the mineral water bottle—"

Shirley: "Steve, I can crush an apple with my bare hands."

Steve changed his words quickly: "What if a girl asks your boyfriend to help you unscrew the bottle cap?"

"Then screw it up," Xue Li said nonchalantly, "It's not about asking him to help break the first night, what's the big deal, Mr. Yuan Longwa really fed this group of people too much."

Steve: "..."

He saw Banner quickly reaching out to cover Peter's ears, and suddenly wanted to laugh, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Natasha next to me heard it, and asked with great interest: "Then what if you really ask him to help break the first night?"

Shirley smiled darkly: "That means she's mentally ill, give her a cucumber and stay where it's cool."

Steve stayed for a while, and suddenly realized it amid Natasha's loud laughter, and suddenly felt a heat rushing straight to his face, and stammered: "Cough, Xue, Xue Li, the girl said this and that. not too good……"

"It's not rough." Shirley said confidently, "I'm already polite by not beating her up."

Steve coughed dryly, not wanting to continue entangled with her on the issue of "broken first night", and asked instead: "Is the headache better?"

"It's much better. I slept well last night." Shirley said briskly, her head ached no longer, and even the sunlight coming in from the window didn't feel glaring. "Thank you, Steve."

"It's okay, glad I could help," Steve said softly.

When Tony came last time, Shirley took care of him and took him around, but this time it was Steve who followed her more. He hardly had his own itinerary. He followed what Shirley did. He usually washed the dishes and mopped the floor. She didn't miss out on her housework, and even taught her to fight and hit sandbags with her. She was more conscientious than the nanny, which made her feel embarrassed.

"Steve, what do you usually do when you're over there?"

"Task, exercise, exercise, rest."

Shirley: "...uh." Someone's life is more boring than hers.

She asked, "Is there no entertainment?"

Steve thought for a while, and replied: "Watch TV, read a book." He hugged Xiaoba, who ran over from Pidianpidian, to the sofa, stroked its head and said, "But in fact, some tasks are enough to make people feel uncomfortable. It's a headache. So I still like your place, it's peaceful and peaceful, it's rare."

In fact, Shirley wants to say that the United States where your super villains are running everywhere is rare. Although the United States here is not as good as Huaguo, it is not as good as someone bombing the plaza every three days.

"Xue Li, do you want to rest or practice boxing today?"

"If you don't practice boxing, let's do combat training." Xue Li sat up straight, "After lunch at noon, take a break and go in the afternoon."

She had given up hope for the small goal of breaking the sandbag, but Shirley was very interested in seeing Steve's actual strength if she couldn't break it by herself. After the training, she stood aside like a little fan Watching, clapping as Steve hammers the sandbag out in its entirety.

Steve smiled embarrassingly, and untied the hand straps wrapped around his hands to prevent scratches. Seeing him turn around, Shirley chuckled and teased, "You really can't wear patterned T-shirts." shirt, Steve."

Steve: "...?"

Shirley: "This bust can definitely hold the moon into a biscuit."

Steve laughed, he was already immune to Shirley's jokes, and just asked, "Want to eat biscuits?"

"I want to eat McDonald's." Shirley licked her lips.

Steve disapproves, "Junk food isn't healthy, Shirley."

Shirley sighed sadly: "But why are all delicious things rubbish?"

Such as McDonald's, such as Malatang, such as barbecue, such as milk tea.

She sighed again, and curled the corners of her mouth sadly: "Life is really boring." Then she glanced at Steve.

Steve: "..."

Steve: "...Okay, I'll buy it for you."

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