[Comprehensive British and American] The villain is beaten daily

You never know how many Captain America fans there are in S.H.I.E.L.D.

Like you never know how fast gossip can spread.

Anyway, 25 minutes after Steve Rogers brought Lydia home, half of S.H.I.E.L.D. knew that their Captain America had brought the girl home.

As for what the actual situation looks like...

Back in time to a few hours ago, back in the training room.

There was still a bit of concern on Steve's face, the wrinkles between his brows deepened, but a trace of bewilderment flashed in his blue eyes, and he doubted his quadruple hearing.

Wait, what did Lydia just say?

Lydia said: "You saw it when you came, they were parked side by side at the door. Well... If you like, you can give them all to you."

Steve: "..."

Captain America, who was stable and had no spare money, was speechless.As expected, he was not used to the behavior of local tyrants who disagreed with each other, so he coughed in embarrassment: "...No, thank you."

Lydia's mood was indeed not right.

The red-haired girl seemed a little absent-minded, and a little more silent than usual.

Steve and Lydia are barely friends, but Captain America is a better judge.The Lydia he had known was not what she was now, and he was sure that something had gone wrong with Lydia to make her what she was.

Perhaps it was a sudden change in herself.

The red-haired girl didn't wait for Steve's answer. She raised her hand to pluck her hair, without any expression on her face: "Then do you have a girlfriend? I also bought some things, you can give her."

Lydia pointed to the bags stacked in the other corner.She bought a bunch of jewelry, and she also picked up the expensive ones, which were not suitable for her at all.

Steve: "...No, thanks."

He suddenly felt a headache for Lydia's parents.

With Lydia's current appearance, the whole body is exuding the breath of "come and comfort me, I'm not in a good mood", which makes Steve, who claims to be an elder, care a little bit.

Thinking of the timid little girl before, Steve wanted to sigh very much.

He left the bag at the door and entered the training room by himself. He stood at the sandbag hanging in the center of the room and held the sandbag that was about to break down in his arms.

"Punch," he said, "I'll accompany you."

This is his silent but caring concern, and Lydia's nose sores.She put on a stance, clenched her fists that were already flushed red, shook them, and smashed them hard, with such force that even Captain America was surprised.

After this sandbag also declared sacrifice, Lydia finally stopped.

The knuckles of her fingers were too red due to the impact and friction, and the little girl no longer cared about her image. She sat down on the sand, then spread her limbs and lay flat on the cold ground.

Steve sat next to her.

"Having trouble?"

Lydia hummed.

Her nasal voice was also slightly hoarse, as if she had cried: "I lost my most important person."

There are many implications of this sentence, Steve reached out and patted her comfortingly on the shoulder.

"Steve," Lydia said, raising her right arm and pressing it over her eyes, blocking all the light, and still not giving up on the subject, "I'm serious. I don't know how to drive, you pick one Let's go."

Steve thinks that the new generation of children is really self-willed, and even the well-behaved Lydia has changed: "...can we stop talking about the car? You are still young, you can't drive and you shouldn't buy it. You bought the car yourself, and the store shouldn't sell it to you."

At first glance, he doesn't understand the world of rich people.

Lydia suddenly felt a little better after being told by Steve in a preaching tone of an elder.

She pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled: "It's okay, I have money. I only have money left."

Steve: "..."

***

Lydia swiped her credit card to buy a car, but because she was in a hurry to pick up the goods, she just picked the most expensive one to buy. It was not a special model that needed to be reserved at all, but a local rich model that twitched the corners of her mouth the more she looked at it.

A champagne gold extended business car, a royal blue convertible car, and a pure black super sports car.

Among the three luxury cars, Lydia chose the most low-key black supercar, forced the keys into Steve's hands, got into the co-pilot seat with her bag in her arms, and put on the seat belt.

The girl's green eyes looked at Steve desperately, making Captain Sweetheart feel as if he had no choice.

Lydia had showered and changed before leaving the training room, and her long ginger-red hair was half-dried and loosened behind her head.She seemed to be the cute and cute person she was before, but Steve knew very well that something was different.

He sighed more and more, so he could only open the car door and sit in the driver's seat.

"Where do you want to go?"

Lydia fiddled with her phone: "I want to drink."

Steve started the car: "I'll take you to dinner."

Lydia shook her head: "I don't want to."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"...I don't know, can you take me to the bar?"

Steve seriously rejected the idea of ​​the underage girl's indulgence, and personally drove her to a restaurant that was a little out of the way but tasted very good.It was the place where Avengers teammate Black Widow Natasha Romanoff took him last time.

Lydia hung her head, not very happy, but obediently followed behind Steve, sipping a Coke with ice.

"Go home early," Steve said, "get a good night's sleep, and the sun will rise tomorrow, as always. The earth is always moving in its own way, and no matter what we lose, the sun will always shine." will continue to light up the world."

Lydia used a straw to poke the ice that was about to melt: "But I don't have a home. Forget it, thank you for accompanying me today. If you really don't want a car, just park here. I just happen to sleep in the car at night."

Steve was silent for a few seconds.

The law and order in New York is not very good. Steve said that it is impossible to leave an underage girl who might sneak to the bar at any time alone at night.

He frowned, as if he was in some ideological struggle, but when he looked at Lydia, the little girl's long eyelashes cast a shadow, silent and quiet.He sighed, and took Lydia back to his apartment. While driving, he couldn't help but say a few words to her: "Don't go home with anyone casually, Lydia, you have to be careful."

Violent rabbit girl with drooping ears, the seemingly well-behaved and weak little white rabbit is actually pinching her fingers quietly, feeling the power that will not retreat and disappear suddenly.

Well... Steve is a nice guy.

But the reason Lydia dared to go with him was that she was assured of her strength.

Or, she just wanted to indulge a little bit.

She's been good for too long, but it's no use just being good.Now she just wants to be willful and do whatever she wants.

When Steve Rogers is not working, he lives in his hometown of Brooklyn, New York.His apartment is not new, but it is absolutely safe. In addition to a Captain America, there are also a group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents pretending to be ordinary people.In order to live up to the addiction of being neighbors with Captain America, they also draw lots to do shifts, making Nick Fury want to cover the other eye too.

Steve turned on the light, and the dim light made the small old apartment look a little cozy.

It's not big here, if you sleep in the bedroom, you can hear the breathing in the living room clearly.

Steve's bedroom looked a bit empty, the quilt was folded like a block of tofu.Lydia took a quick glance and found that his telephone line and network cable were unplugged, and there were still some files of veterans on the desktop.

"I'm a little small here," Steve said. "Are you okay?"

Lydia hummed: "Thank you, Steve. You're such a nice guy."

They closed the bedroom door.

It was almost midnight.

Steve struggled with tossing and turning for a while, and finally sat on the sofa in the living room and sent a help text message to Natasha, who knew everything, about "how to comfort a child".Before waiting for Natasha's reply, his ears had caught a sound that shouldn't have appeared.

He frowned and knocked on his bedroom door.

"Lydia?"

No echo.

"Lydia? I came in?"

The door is not locked.

Steve pushed down the doorknob, army green curtains dangling in front of the open window.He frowned, and saw the car keys left on the bed, a mess of jewelry, and a small sticky note.

The girl's handwriting is a beautiful curly handwriting, it can be seen that she has learned it recently, which is contrary to her previous handwriting, and looks a little stiff.

— "You're a nice guy, Steve. Thank you so much, please accept the gift."

***

In the commercial center of New York, where every inch of land is expensive, there are many commercial buildings.The office building of Stark Industries is the most eye-catching one. When Tony Stark was in New York, he lived in Stark Tower.

The day before yesterday, a base left by aliens had just been destroyed. Tony brought back some alien technology, studied it all day, and was gently awakened by his smart butler within two hours of falling asleep.

"Sir, the captain is coming soon." The magnetic British voice was low and beautiful, "As you told me, you still have 15 minutes to prepare."

Tony, who has lived in the shadow of "Captain America" ​​since he was a child, sobered up in an instant, and appeared perfectly in the reception room, waiting for Steve Rogers in a field jacket and overalls.

Tony Stark took off the sunglasses that are standard for being handsome, and glanced at the surveillance footage sent by the smart butler.Steve parked a disgustingly ugly black sports car at the entrance of the Stark Building. It was a style that Mr. Stark, who was at the forefront of the fashion trend, eliminated a year ago.

The unforgiving Iron Man couldn't help complaining: "Cap, I shouldn't suspect that your aesthetics are stuck in the last century. You have no aesthetics at all."

The corner of Steve's mouth twitched, deciding not to refute this.

In the running-in with his teammates, he has found a way to live in peace with Tony Stark-the hard-mouthed and soft-hearted Iron Man can just follow his hair.

Tony continued: "I heard that you brought an underage girl home yesterday? What happened to our moral standards across the United States? Are you late for the 80-year rebellious period?"

"Stark..." Steve put the car keys on the table and pushed them forward again, "Her name is Lydia, and she's still a child."

"and then?"

"I suspect that she might be a mutant who has just awakened her abilities," Steve said in a steady voice with a dignified expression, "She is in puberty, her mood fluctuates violently, and her strength increases beyond the rules of ordinary humans... I am a little worried. By the way, the car is hers, not mine."

Tony clicked his tongue, and reached out to retrieve the car keys, showing a disgusted expression.

"So, what did you bring her car over here for? I thought you still loved your motorcycle."

"Because Lydia is gone."

Steve answered him calmly:

"Also, there is no parking space in my apartment, so put it in your garage first."

Tony: "..."