[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

Steve felt incredible when he heard the radio during the battle. You must know that he always thought Lydia was a powerful person, and this was the first time he heard Lydia's crying voice.

He knocked an enemy to the ground with a shield, and calmed down his slightly unsteady breathing due to strenuous exercise—beating over twenty people seemed to him to be the amount of exercise an ordinary person ran for 100 meters. He quickly It recovered.

Steve looked at the enemies on the ground who had lost their combat effectiveness, hesitated for a while, and decided to trust his partner. After all, he had seen Lydia easily lift a whole sandbag with one hand, which is obviously not something ordinary people can do. arrived.

Sure enough, within a few minutes, no one spoke on the radio. Steve went all the way from the bottom of the cabin to the deck, and he saw Lydia walking down the stairs with a person in his hand.

When she saw Steve, Lydia was not surprised. She lightly threw the person in her hand towards Steve, as if it was not a person weighing more than 100 kilograms, but a person weighing only a few kilograms. kilos of packages.

"Surprise~" Lydia said with a smile, the terrorist fell on the deck and seemed to be unconscious.

Lydia stood on the last two steps of the stairs, slightly lowered her head and looked down at Steve: "This man told me where the leader is, and I brought him down without any hassle."

Steve's expression is serious, Lydia's not so serious, she still has a lot of cash in her pocket, so she's not nervous at all, but rather relaxed.

She reached out and patted Steve's strong arm, showing a smile: "I've seen the light of victory, don't worry."

Steve's long eyelashes moved, and he also showed a smile. The shield in his hand dropped away, hit the head of a person who was trying to sneak attack at the corner, and flew back the same way.

"Good shot!" Lydia boasted, she was actually a little regretful in her heart, such a good opportunity, she didn't bring her own camera, you must know that she had never photographed the scene of Steve fighting.

But this regret is just a flash. If the camera is really sent, the price will be a bit expensive, which is a bit of a loss.

Lydia jumped down from the steps and ran in one direction: "Let's go rescue the hostages."

There were neither mutants nor magical humans with serums among these terrorists. Lydia and Steve wiped out the entire ship easily, and there was no suspense at all.

The only thing that surprised her was that the women's army in the control room also brought down six terrorists.

Lydia and the others made an appointment with Coulson an hour after the skydive, and when Lydia and the others finished fighting, there were still ten minutes left.

She stood on the deck and blew the wind, and felt that she couldn't waste the ability she had bought for several hundred dollars, so she thought about it, and with one hand, a comatose terrorist lifted everyone up to the platform on the top of the ship, and then arranged them into a a few words.

Steve didn't understand the meaning of what she did at all. Lydia stood on the stairs carrying two people, with her hair tied high behind her head, looking full of vitality, she thought for a while and said, "This will make you I'm in a good mood, that's what it means."

Steve frowned incomprehensibly, Lydia laughed, threw the person in his hand on the stairs, walked down a few steps, stood on the bottom flight of stairs, looked at Steve Husband, raised the corner of his mouth and shrugged: "Personal hobbies, you can try it too? Maybe it can relieve your pressure."

Steve looked at her, and then at the unconscious enemy in her hand. After hesitating for a while, he frowned and took the man over, and followed Lydia towards the top of the boat.

Lydia stopped suddenly at the top section, turned around and quickly kissed Steve on the forehead, looked straight into his blue-green eyes, and said with a gentle smile on his face, "Steve."

She put her hands on Steve's shoulders, and her long eyelashes moved slightly: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself, relaxation is not just about boxing."

"We can still have a drink." Lydia turned around lightly, threw the person in her hand on the platform on the top of the boat, then winked at Steve, and said with the corners of her mouth curled up, "I'm treating you this time." ah."

Steve recalled the first time he met Lydia, his slightly frowning brows relaxed, and he lowered his head and showed a smile.

"This expression is the most suitable for you." Lydia looked at his smile, raised her eyebrows slightly, moved closer, turned her eyes around his face appreciatively, and said softly, "You America's sweetheart, why don't you always show distressed expressions, the people of the American Empire will cry."

Steve was a little dumbfounded by what she said, and went down with her to move other people. After walking for a while, he couldn't help but say, "Where did you hear this strange saying, 'American Sweetheart'?"

Lydia shrugged and said nothing, picking up another enemy from the ground.

When Coulson commanded the Quinjet fighter to lower the altitude, he saw the words "Just Do It" on the top of the ship from a long distance away. When the plane approached the ship, he realized that these were all made of people. .

The S.H.I.E.L.D. members who came to pick them up couldn't help but laugh at Lydia's idea, and the FBI who took over the terrorists on the shore was also in a good mood. They moved people from the first person of J, and moved people in alphabetical order. They moved down one by one.

Lydia followed Steve back to S.H.I.E.L.D., then took a nap at the so-called post-combat meeting, and when she woke up, only Coulson was left in the conference room.

Coulson took all the inspection reports of the wounded, put them on the table and pushed them to Lydia, showing a habitual smile: "Look at it first."

Lydia flipped through it casually, and Coulson explained it to her: "We received news that someone on board is dying, but ordinary doctors can't get on board, so we decided to let you try."

Lydia looked up at Coulson, covered her mouth and yawned softly, Coulson continued with a smile on her face: "And the test results just now show that the bullets of these people have been taken out, The worst symptom is just anemia."

It was also the first time for Lydia to use this kind of healing skill, and she didn't know much about it before. She also felt happy after hearing the test results from these hospitals. This can be regarded as her most cost-effective skill.

She tapped her index finger on the wooden table twice, looked directly at Coulson: "What do you want to say?"

Coulson licked his lips, the smile on his mouth unchanged: "We want to invite you to join the Avengers."

Lydia raised her eyebrows, leaned on the back of the chair, pouted slightly and made a embarrassed expression: "I'm not a character who is keen on saving the world, and I don't want to be woken up by a phone call from the bed .”

She winked and laughed, and left the chair: "Maybe I'll agree later, but not now."