European and American Style Liaozhai

In the Avengers Building, Steve has been sitting on the sofa holding his mobile phone for more than three hours.He is texting, well, editing text messages to be precise, like "Yun, are you there?", "Yun, why don't you text me back?", "Yun, have you had lunch?", "Yun , when are you going back to New York?”, he edited at least hundreds of such words, but every time he finished editing, he would delete these words after hesitating for a few seconds, and then continued to edit repeatedly.In the end, his typing speed increased, but the text message was never sent.

Clinton was sitting on a small high stool at the bar, eating a large bowl of popcorn while watching the soap opera projected on the wall. He glanced at Steve from time to time, and the expression on his face became more and more curious.

Clinton leaned his arms on the marble countertop of the bar, leaned back slightly and looked at Banner who was frying eggs in the bar, raised his chin in Steve's direction and whispered: "Bruce, who do you think the captain is sending messages to?" Short message."

Banner sprinkled a little salt into the pot and said sleepily, "I don't know."

He didn't really care who Steve was texting to, he'd been working 32 hours straight, tired and sleepy, and now he just wanted to stuff this pan of fried eggs into his stomach quickly.

Clinton didn't care about Banner's attitude. He said to himself: "I think he may be in a relationship. When I first met my wife, I kept texting and talking on the phone with her all day long."

Hearing Clinton's words, Banner became a little interested. He poured a pot of fried eggs into the plate, squeezed a little tomato sauce into it, forked a piece into his mouth, and said while eating: "He Where did the object come from?"

Clinton leaned out and stole a piece of fried egg from Banner's plate and threw it into his mouth. He licked the ketchup on his fingers and guessed: "I think we met in Seattle a few days ago. Before that, he connected the phone Not proficient, but his typing speed is faster than mine now."

Banner turned around to block Clinton's protruding claws again, glanced at Steve who was still typing with his head down, and said, "Maybe they're just ordinary friends."

He didn't believe that Steve, an old popsicle who had just thawed out of the iceberg, would find a girlfriend so quickly, and he didn't even have a girlfriend yet.

Clinton withdrew his egg-stealing paw in disappointment, stuffed a handful of popcorn into his mouth and said, "Will you text me for three hours?"

Banner gave him a slightly disgusted look, hesitated for a second and said honestly, "No."

One of them is a technical talent, and the other is a combat-oriented talent, so there is so much to talk about.

"Hi!" Clinton shouted dissatisfiedly, "Green fat, what kind of eyes do you have?"

"A person with seven doctorates looks at a person who has not graduated from high school." Banner said frankly.

"You are discriminatory!" Clinton said angrily.

"I'm telling the truth," Banner said.

Clinton: I'm really angry, what's so great about having seven doctorates, so what if you didn't graduate from high school!Some of the staff downstairs are not graduates from prestigious universities, and there are many with a few doctoral certificates in their hands, but they are not working hard every day to make a living by looking at people's faces. He has never been to college. However, they can call their boss brothers and sisters, and they can still be a hero. It can be seen that a degree is not that important.

Natasha came out of the room gracefully wearing a suspender nightdress and a facial mask. Seeing Clinton's puffy appearance, she leaned against the bar and asked, "Boys, are you arguing?"

"It's nothing." Clinton shook his head, he wouldn't take out the minor conflicts between men and complain to women.

Seeing Natasha come out, Banner smiled a little more on his expressionless face due to fatigue. He held a plate and said to Natasha, "Me and Clinton are talking about the captain."

"What's wrong with the captain?" Natasha asked, while bypassing the refrigerator, she took out a bag of toast and stuffed two pieces into the toaster.

"Clinton said that the captain has been sending text messages for three hours in a row. He thinks the captain is in a relationship. I don't think it is possible. The captain's personality should not be easy to fall in love so quickly." Banner said.

Natasha nodded in agreement. She has studied all of Steve's materials. Steve's style is old-fashioned, he is not emotionally active enough, and his EQ is not very high. He doesn't like girls who are too enthusiastic, those who take the initiative to flirt He definitely wouldn't like a girl. If he met a reserved girl, with his style, he wouldn't be able to casually ask her for her cell phone number.Texting for three hours straight, that's not Steve at all.

The most important thing is that Steve still can't forget Peggy Carter. For them, more than 70 years have passed, but for Steve, he and Agent Carter have only been separated for a few months. How could it be casually forgotten.

"Then who the hell has he been talking to for so long?" Clint tilted his head and looked at Steve, lo and behold, he is typing again now, and the speed of his thumb is almost blurred.

"Just ask." Natasha tore off the mask and threw it into the trash can, brushed her hair and walked to the sofa.

"Natasha, would you like to fry an egg for you? I'm going to wash the pot." Banner asked behind her.

"Thank you, two, I want sugar hearts." Natasha said.

Steve was still struggling with his text messages, until Natasha sat down next to him, and he looked up to say hello to her.

"Good morning, Natasha."

"Good morning, Captain." Natasha glanced at Steve's phone screen and said, "Are you texting and chatting with your friends? Actually, you can use voice, which is faster than typing."

"Really? I don't know how to use this yet." Steve looked at the phone in his hand and said with a slightly tangled expression: "Actually, I'm not chatting. I haven't sent a text message this morning."

Clinton, who had been listening to the two with his ears pricked up, couldn't help but said, "Captain, you typed all morning, but didn't send a text message?"

"Yeah." Steve rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

Natasha looked at him and said thoughtfully: "Captain, if you encounter any problems, you can tell us. You don't have to hold back alone, we will help you."

"Actually, it's nothing." Steve grabbed his phone, looked at the inbox with no reply and thought for a while and said: "I met a friend on the plane, we chatted very well, and exchanged mobile phone numbers. When we parted, I sent him on the plane, and he gave me a gift. We said (and) good (not) (we) kept in touch, and we will have dinner together when we return to New York. I sent him a text message a few days ago , he will reply me no matter how late he sees it, but these days he always waits a long time to reply, and the content of the reply is also very perfunctory. I don’t know if I did something wrong, so I am hesitating how to send a text message to ask he."

Natasha raised her eyebrows, did she think wrong just now?The captain has actually come out of the past, otherwise, what he said would not sound like an ordinary friend at all, and it turned out to be him or not her?

Clinton didn't think much about it, he leaned over and asked, "Captain, why didn't you call him and ask him directly?"

"He doesn't seem to like the phone very much." Steve said without thinking.

So accommodating each other?Hello everyone!picture!If he doesn't like to make phone calls, he really doesn't want to call. He would rather practice his hand speed a little bit. Is it really because the captain is a good-natured person?Or……

Natasha blinked her eyes and said tentatively: "Since it's a friend, you can send him a text message and ask him directly. Friends should be more frank. Maybe he's just busy recently, but you're guessing here and there. This will affect your friendship."

Steve said: "You're right, he is relatively young, I should understand more. It's just the first time I've met such a good friend since I woke up, so he ignored me, and I was a little bit over thinking."

Banner walked over to Natasha with a plate of sandwiches filled with fried eggs, tomatoes, and lettuce, and said with a smile, "Younger? Captain, we shouldn't be too old for you, right?"

"Indeed, but he is younger than all of you, and he just turned [-] this year." Steve said, remembering Yun Xiangdi's appearance, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.Although Yun Xiangdi is, he looks a few years younger than him. When Steve first saw him, he wanted to say that his parents just let the child go out alone, which is too irresponsible. responsibility.

However, even though Yun Xiangdi is an adult, Steve feels that it is still necessary for him to talk to his parents about safety issues. After all, Yun Xiangdi was stopped by three suspected mutants in an alley that night. The picture of Steve is still vivid.

"Ahem...?!" Natasha choked on Little Tomato, thinking that she must have gotten up in the wrong way today, so she repeatedly made mistakes in judgment.The captain is the moral standard of the whole United States, he will never have any improper relationship with a child who has just given birth, or a boy.

"Natasha, are you okay?" Banner quickly got up and poured a glass of water for Natasha.

"It's okay." Natasha drank her saliva and said, "I'm just a little surprised that the captain would be friends with a child. Isn't it the three-year generation gap? It stands to reason that there are more than 20 generation gaps between the captain and this kid." That's right, it's a miracle that we can talk."

"What generation gap are you talking about?" Tony came out of the studio wearing a vest stained with motor oil, and asked casually when he heard Natasha's words.

"The captain made a good friend." Clinton said very simply.

I swear to God, the straight man with a capital letter Clinton didn't think of anything when he said this, but it sounded rich to Tony, an old driver.

He immediately whistled at Steve, then looked at Steve with a look of "brother, you have a bright future" and said, "Captain, are you very let go, very tender!"

"I don't understand what you're talking about, but please don't talk about my friend in this tone." Steve frowned in disgust.

"I'm not malicious to the captain, I'm just curious, what kind of little girl is so charming that you are ready for a twilight relationship so soon." Tony said.

Hearing Tony's nonsense, Steve immediately put on a serious face and said: "Tony! Yun is a boy, and we are just friends."

Tony hated Steve for educating him by acting like a patriarch, so he deliberately ignored the second part of Steve's sentence, and said in a strange tone: "You are indeed a veteran who has picked up soap!"

Steve couldn't understand the stalk, so he didn't pay much attention to him. He turned around and continued to consult with Natasha about how to make friends.

Tony bared his teeth proudly, hummed a little song and went back to the studio.He never thought that one day in the future, when he thought about this conversation at this moment, tears of regret would fall.