[Comprehensive] Hero Dogma

That meaty, chubby, fluffy, and pouted cheek after eating a cucumber is so cute!Words can't describe the cuteness that I just want to hold in my arms and rub hard!

It's a pity that waiting for her today is the bad news that the little cucumber was taken back to be raised by the doctor's friend for a few days.

Agent Carter squeezed the cucumber in his hand into cucumber puree at the door of the doctor's room on the spot.

──The "friend" of the best doctor will treat the cute little cucumber well, otherwise she wouldn't mind giving his "cucumber"... Humph!

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I went to pick up Steve from the place where he got off work. Little Gherkin had finished the whole bag of food at a speed different from that of ordinary mice. Now the whole mouse was lying on its back in my palm, kicking its feet from time to time. , Scratching his belly, he looks like a nouveau riche.

Steve showed great interest in Gherkin. If we hadn't been walking on the road, I think Steve would have taken out his drawing book to help Gherkin sketch.

That's fine, with a new model distracting, Steve won't be thinking about joining the army all day long. When Bucky comes back from recruit training, he will definitely have a way to convince Steve, and my mission is also complete. Achieved!

This is the first perfect and tacit cooperation between heroes and comrades!

I just don't know when I can find my little partner, should I pick one up on the road when I go to assassinate Schmidt?

"Your friend is also amazing, he can raise such a fat mouse." When Steve came home, he took out his sketchbook and began to practice with the cucumber, still marveling at its size, "What the hell is it?" What are you feeding on?"

Watching Gherkin pose as Cleopatra lying on her side (holding a Gherkin slice) on the model stand that Steve helped it set up, I hesitate to clarify that the problem is not with the feed, but with my blood superior.

But then again, shouldn't my blood be developed in the direction of "the hero among rats"?There must be something wrong with this foodie who can't live without a cucumber, right?

"Hey, Enzo."

Steve was quietly drawing with his head down, and the only sound in the room was the sound of pencils drawing lines on the drawing book. He suddenly opened his mouth and made me almost jump out of my seat.

"uh-huh?"

"Have you thought about what you want to do in the future?"

"What? You mean occupation?" I looked at the back of Steve's head, but Eagle Vision couldn't let me see his face to see his expression.

"Something like that." Steve didn't stop writing, and a chubby mouse jumped onto the paper, "Bucky is going to join the army, I...you know that too, but what about you? You never seem to say anything about yourself What kind of life do you want to live?"

I don't know how to answer this question. Do I say to Steve, "Man, I'm actually an assassin who doesn't want to be an assassin." I was in New York learning how to blend perfectly into the background and wait for the assassin to become famous?

"this……"

"I don't know, Enzo, I don't want to say that, but I always feel like you're hiding something. Bucky said that if you don't want to tell, let's not ask, even friends need to keep a little secret for themselves. But I don't Like that, I don't like secrets."

Steve's pen moves a little slower, repeatedly painting a block.

"I've always felt that if I'm sincerely treating someone well, it's okay if the other person doesn't accept it. After all, I still did what I thought I should do. In order not to let the other party refuse, I kept it a secret from the other party... I don't think it's necessary. If it’s not good, it will make the other party reject the offer because they feel cheated.”

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, sweat slipped from my forehead, down my cheeks and into my collar.

This passage sounds more and more like it is implying something.

"Recently, I heard that the conscription office is very chaotic. Either there is a fire or there is an explosion..."

Bucky!Come back, Bucky!Steve is about to lose control, and the protected dignitary is about to attack the bodyguard in turn!

"I hope it will get better in a few days. No matter what the result is, I will try it. If I fail once, I will try twice, and if I fail twice, I will try three times! I can't do things like giving up without making any efforts."

Bucky!I can't stop it!

This is blatantly saying, "If you have the ability, blow up all the conscription stations in the United States, because my life is endless, and I will join the army." It is a threat!The protected dignitary threatened the bodyguard in turn!

"Sometimes I think you just like to make mistakes."

I peeled another slice of cucumber and handed it to Little Cucumber, making it lie back on the table to pose contentedly.

"Haha, you're not the first to say that about me."

Steve raised his head triumphantly and smiled at me, before returning to his sketch of Gherkin.We never talked about enlisting in the army or the contingencies of the draft station.

The days have been stable for more than a week, and I have not done anything to any recruiting station, just like what Dr. Erskine said—keep a low profile and wait for the limelight to pass.

Steve was also uncharacteristically, living a regular life in peace and stability, without running around with a military order. Although he didn't say anything, I always felt that he already knew that I was responsible for all the big and small incidents before. hand, otherwise he wouldn't have said those words that day.

When the recruiting station started to operate normally again, I didn't stop Steve from queuing up with a group of tall and strong men for screening, but it turned out that even if I didn't disrupt it, Steve still wasn't selected In fact, his physique is really poor, and he also has a history of asthma. No one dares to accept a bean sprouts who does not know when he will get sick on the battlefield.

Apart from giving Steve a comforting pat every time he left from the back door of the conscription station with a dejected look on his face, and taking him to eat a delicious meal and take a walk with Gherkin, I didn't express anything else.Maybe it's really like what he said, even being rejected ten times or eight times is better than not having a chance to try at all.

Who knows?

The day Bucky came back Steve just had another failed draft and got into a guy whose brains were eroded and I was debating whether to chop off his hands or legs and Bucky was in uniform Straight and personable, but with a kick that had nothing to do with style, kicked the guy into the garbage dump.

"Bucky!" Steve looked at our friend who had disappeared for three months in surprise. "Wow! You look...wow!"

Steve's eyes are almost glued to Bucky's body, looking at the army cap he's wearing askew on top of his head, then at the shiny belt buckle he's polished.Bucky bent down to pick up the conscription form that Steve had left on the floor, and made fun of Steve while looking at the random personal information on it.

"Oh, so you are from New Jersey today?"

Steve's eyes drifted to the side in embarrassment, at this moment I saw Bucky wink at me and made a gesture, and in a flash I understood what he meant—

Thumbs up and waved at them, watching Bucky suddenly burst into a "hahahaha" smile, he took Steve and walked in the opposite direction of me, leaving the unlucky guy who hit the gunpoint alone with me.

Tsk, although as a hero who hoes the strong and helps the weak, I shouldn't continue to make up for such a small character after he falls to the ground, but the world is big, and the meal ticket... Bucky is the biggest.

"Actually, I don't want to use this trick at all!"

Enduring the little guilt in my heart, I took out the deadly biological weapon from my arms and threw it at the little bastard.

"It's up to you, Gherkin!" (Squeak!)

Hmph, a scumbag whose combat power can't even match that of a mouse.

Job Change No.11 Steps

"So which unit have you been assigned to? Got it?"

When Gherkin completes the task, we found Steve and Bucky, they were talking about the army, probably Steve was asking Bucky and answering.

"107th Infantry, you have to call me Sergeant Barnes now." Bucky pressed his fingers together to his eyebrows and gave a military salute, "Tomorrow's first boat to England."

"So you're just coming back to pack your bags and leave tomorrow? In such a rush?" I saw the disappointment in Steve's eyes as soon as I got closer, but it was hard to change the subject directly.

Bucky shrugged his shoulders, deliberately put on a face of "I am also helpless" and said, "It is the bounden duty of a soldier to obey orders. So don't you want to help Bucky brother hold a farewell banquet?"

"Fuck you, I'm a year older than you! Two years older than Steve, why do you keep taking advantage of me in places like this?"

I kicked Bucky, which made a "click!" on the thick heel of my military boot.

"Well, you usually live with Steve and eat mine. Good job, Brother Enzo." Bucky showed a wicked and cheap smile, which made me slap him without even thinking about it, and Bucky stretched out his hand Come and block it.

I poked again, and Bucky blocked again.

Shoot again!Still hiding!

Steve originally wanted to call a timeout, but was attacked by me and Bucky together. He was poked twice in the waist and joined the battle angrily.The three of us fought together like three childish kids. The cucumber was passed around like a basketball, and finally landed in Bucky's army cap and was held by him.

"Jesus, what's this?" Bucky held up his cap so he could meet Gherkin's green eyes. "Oversized mouse? Where did you get it?"

"Enzo's friend is in foster care." Steve gasped as he straightened his messy shirt and tie. "He was so fat when he came here."

Bucky carefully rubbed Gherkin's hair with a finger, and found no signs of being bitten, so he simply covered Gherkin with his palm and rubbed it, biting his face while rubbing.