[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Oliver pulled up a chair and sat down, holding Jack in his lap.

"Would you like to try this, sweetheart?" Natasha watched Jack stare longingly at the blueberry cookie in front of her, and handed the entire plate to Jack.

Natasha will also be overflowing with maternal love when she meets a quiet, cute and warm child.

"Can I have it?" Jack looked up into Oliver's green eyes.

"Yes, remember to thank sister Natasha," Oliver said, "but don't eat too much, and take care of your teeth."

Jack grabbed a blueberry cookie and stuffed it into his mouth, his cheeks bulged like a squirrel eating a pine cone secretly, "Thank you, sister Natasha."

"Dad will be back soon, where do you want to go?" Oliver asked.

"Captain America Memorial." Jack said without hesitation.

Oliver blinked at Jack, not looking up at the other three.

"Oli," Jack's little hand grabbed Oliver's collar, "does Captain America live in New York City? Can we meet him?"

Steve's stool creaked abruptly, and he smiled apologetically at them.

"No," Oliver said with a smile, "where the captain appears, there is danger, because he is a hero, and he is going to save the citizens who are in danger. You don't want to meet those villains who fight with the captain, do you?"

Jack nodded disappointedly, "I don't want Dad to worry."

Natasha approached without fear, "Do you like Captain America?"

Jack nodded vigorously with sparkling eyes, "Yes."

Steve used a spoon to chop the pudding into small pieces, but it was only Natasha who lifted her hair and smiled charmingly.

"Is he your favorite hero?"

Jack thought for a while, "No."

"So who is your favorite hero?" Clint asked, "Iron Man, Spider-Man, Hulk, Black Widow, or Hawkeye? I think Hawkeye is great, and his shooting posture is so handsome."

Natasha glanced at Clint, where's your face?

Oliver knew the identities of everyone here, he could only hold Jack tightly and bow his head, otherwise he was afraid that he would laugh out loud.

"No, neither," Jack shook his head and said seriously, "My favorite hero is my dad."

"Your dad," Clint wondered, "is he a superhero too? How come I haven't heard of it."

"My dad doesn't have superpowers, but he has to catch bad guys every day. The captain is everyone's hero, but dad is my hero. I want to be like him when I grow up."

Oliver stroked Jack's hair, sighed with a smile, he should have recorded this conversation for Hotch, what a pity.

"So, you have a very good dad," Steve looked at Jack with those pure blue eyes, "better than Captain America."

Jack replied proudly, "Of course."

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, at this moment Hotch pushed the door and came in, Jack jumped out of Oliver's arms, and rushed towards Hotch with small steps.

"Daddy!"

Hotch picked Jack up and kissed his forehead, then looked at the three people sitting next to Oliver.

When he saw Natasha, he was a little surprised, but he calmed down soon. The headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D. is in New York, and it is normal for Natasha to appear here.

It's just that the man sitting next to him is very cautious, even though there is a plate of chocolate cream cake in front of him, and the blond man sitting opposite Oliver has a strong figure and a military atmosphere.

The instinct of the profiler made Hotch have some guesses about the identities of several people.

"Dad, I want to go to the Captain America Memorial." Jack whispered in Hotch's ear.

Hotch asked Oliver with his eyes.

"Then let's go now."

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Black and white photos and images appeared on the big screen frame by frame. Jack opened his big watery eyes and watched carefully the brave and fearless Captain America fighting on the battlefield in Western Europe on the screen.

Because it is a promotional film, many viewers are children brought by their parents. All the bloody scenes have been deleted, leaving only Captain America's strong figure and brave leadership, which is enough to make children fall in love with him.

They finished the exhibition hall all the way, and are now watching Captain America's expansion film in the cinema of the memorial hall.

"How many years did you say this movie was shown?" Oliver whispered to Hotch.

"The captain fell into the Arctic Ocean in 1945. This memorial was built after that. I think it has been at least half a century. Unexpectedly, the captain was dug out of the Arctic Ocean again." Hotch said with emotion.

"I heard from Peter a few days ago that the captain has now recorded a promotional and educational video to teach students, in color."

"Jack told me that students detained at his school would be forced to watch the video, so he was curious and refused to watch the video after watching it once."

Hotch's muffled laugh rang in Oliver's ear, and he decided to play Captain America's educational video on loop every day on the dessert shop's TV, yes, he was such a badass.

"It sounds like you're also a fan of the captain."

"All of the American people."

As long as the Americans born after the war regard the captain as their idol and spiritual flaunt.Although there are only a few fans like Coulson, the captain definitely has more fans than any movie star, and covers all walks of life and professions.

"But you don't seem to worship Captain that way." Hotch was a little curious. When talking about Captain America, Oliver didn't have the emotion of nostalgia for war heroes and worshiping spiritual leaders for Captain America like most people, but more like referring to Captain America. The Captain was simply a character in a book—not a history textbook—he knew him, admired his virtues, but that was all.

"Probably because the bedtime stories Lim told me were King Arthur and his knights of the round table." Oliver said with a smile, "The history books portray the captain as a saint, but we all know that he is just a mortal .”

The video recording of the captain and his comrade-in-arms, James Buchanan Barnes, happened to be shown on the screen.Like everyone else, he has family and friends, but after sleeping in the Arctic Ocean for 70 years, everything disappeared when he woke up. How cruel the world was to him.

Hotch patted the back of Oliver's hand, "Sitting with Ms. Romanov in your store today, two people, they don't look like ordinary people."

Oliver raised his eyebrows, "Not really, you know Romanov's work, right?"

Oliver got out a pen and paper and started writing to Hotch, "Steve is the mission target Fury gave me. Barton is Natasha's colleague.

"What task?" Hotch took the pen.

He only knew that Nick Fury dug Oliver into S.H.I.E.L.D., not his specific job.

"Surveillance and protection, do you want to know who he is?"

Hotch drew a question mark.

"SteveRogers, Captain America." Oliver drew an emoji: D.

The pen in Hotch's hand scratched the entire paper, "Are you kidding me?"

"No, you watch the video and compare it with Steve, it is indeed a person."

Oliver looked at Hotch's rare dazed expression, smiled silently and patted him on the shoulder.

Oliver didn't mind telling Hotch about his work, because Hotch was an infallible guy, and he knew his limits.

"He lives next door to me now, do you still want to see him?"

"Let's forget it." Hotch was afraid that his expression of admiring the living fossil would frighten the simple Steve, and this mentality of having to control himself not to frighten the idol was sometimes painful.

After a day of shopping in the memorial hall, before dinner, Oliver asked Hotch to take Jack back to his house first, and he went to the dessert shop to take Kitty away first.

Steve, Natasha, Barton had left.

Then he went to the supermarket to buy a bunch of vegetables and meat, and went home to cook a sumptuous dinner himself.

Jack liked Kitty very much, so he brought Kitty to the dining table. Kitty ate the thornless steamed turbot that Jack gave him in the bowl. One person and one cat got to know each other very quickly.

When it was time for Jack to go to bed, Kitty jumped onto the bed with graceful little steps and curled up next to Jack's pillow.

It's time for children to go to bed, but it's still early for adults.

The football playoffs are being replayed on TV, the commentators are full of enthusiasm, and his cheers and applause from the audience can be heard from time to time.

The two did not turn on the lights, only the light from the TV flickered on their faces, and through the glass window, they could see the car lights on the streets of New York passing by in a long and short line, and the occasional horn sounded Sounds far away.

The light is flowing, but everything is quiet as if still.

Hotch leaned back on the couch with the remote control in his hand.

Oliver has never been very interested in this kind of competitive sports. He is resting his head on Hotch's lap, holding a copy of "Legend of the Condor Heroes" in his hand.

Hearing what Lin Qiao said that China actually has internal strength, Oliver excitedly ran to Chinatown and bought a few classic martial arts novels in the original language.

Although you can't learn it, you can always take a look.

At that time, the 70-year-old old store manager in the Chinatown bookstore looked at Oliver in amazement. There are many foreigners who learn Chinese now, but it is rare for him to learn to read a martial arts novel smoothly.

The store manager conveniently gave him a map of acupoints and gossip on the human body to help him understand the content of the novel, Oliver couldn't laugh or cry.

However, I don't know if it's because he read too many psychology books recently. Now he can't help but analyze the characters in these martial arts novels and analyze their life experiences and motivations for their behavior.

Oliver let go, letting the book hit his face.

"What's wrong?" Hotch put the book away from his face, Oliver closed his eyes and grabbed Hotch's hand.

"I just think, thingschange, you, me, everthing."

He opened his eyes again, and his eyelashes were almost transparent under the white light of the TV. Oliver's angles are amazing now, and he can see Hotch's angular chin, high nose, thin and retracted lips, prominent browbones and Eyes shining with light.

Oliver propped himself up on the sofa cushions on either side of Hotch with his hands, and kissed Hotch's chin.

"Thingschange." Oliver buried his head in the crescent of Hotch's neck, breathing warm breath on his shoulders.

Hotch put his arms around her, and Oliver put a free hand over Hotch's pants, and undid his belt, followed by the zipper.

Hotch held Oliver's wrist at this moment, but the force was very light, and looked into Oliver's eyes that were full of blood, "Jack is sleeping next door."

Oliver met Hotch's brown eyes, and immediately, a deep smile appeared on his lips, and his lips moved closer to Hotch's ear, "As you said, he's sleeping."

The moist breath sprayed on the pinnae of the ear, and a burst of tingling numbness passed through the back of the head and flowed to the limbs. Hotch let go of Oliver's hand, and the guy intensified the strength on his hand , and lowered his head to contain it.

"Oh, god!" Hotch took a breath and groaned.

Oliver raised his head to cut off the silver thread, and continued to tease Hotch's ear, "But don't forget, we have a neighbor who has four times the hearing and is so innocent." He said with a chuckle, like mellow wine that makes people intoxicated .

But Hotch thinks otherwise now.

"Oliver Williams," he yelled, pushing someone on top of him, pinning Oliver on the couch.

Oliver fell obediently, laughing wantonly

Until Hotch bit him hard on the scruff of the neck.It's definitely a sensitive place.

Oliver hurriedly grabbed the remote control and turned the TV volume to the maximum before he could call out. The commentator's passionate commentary drowned out the rest of the sound in the room.

As for the quadruple-hearing neighbor next door, will he listen to an evening of football commentary?That's something to consider tomorrow.