[American Team + Avengers] Unbearable love

#Unknown First Encounter

Rivera said in his autobiography: "I never dreamed that the voice behind the pillar would become my wife."

From the perspective of every second of history in the world, the first time Snow and Captain America met was when Snow opened the door and the moment their eyes met.

In fact, the endless entanglement of life begins even earlier.

Legend has it that the two who will become partners are like the cathode and anode of a magnet, like a matching lock and key, attracted to each other by fate, inseparable, and unique.

Therefore, this kind of fate is called-the love that even the gods cannot stop.

2013 winter

Snow is 20 years old.

An afternoon that wasn't any different than usual.

The sunshine is mild, and the unknown little flowers on the roadside bloom strong and delicate in this cold season.Due to the snow that had just fallen, there was still a thin layer of translucent ice on the sidewalk, which gradually melted into cold and clear water under the warm and fierce attack of the sun.

Snow pulled the scarf towards her neck, hoping to expose her skin to more sunlight, but she was afraid of the chill in the air enough to make her whole body shiver.

She took off a glove and stretched out to the corner shrouded in sunlight. Her unprotected hand was exposed to the harsh winter, with shallow pimples.But under the shining of the golden light, the tiny transparent blue blood vessels are clearly visible, and those pale shiny hands are full of a different kind of vitality at this moment.

At the junction of shadow and light, the girl stood quietly and ignorantly, carefully reaching out to touch the sun, like an angel descending to the world, beautiful, with indescribable holiness and tranquility.

Hiss, it's so cold.

Snow trembled violently, and the sacred image was instantly shattered into pieces.

She sniffed hard, stuffed her poor hand back into its "jacket", decided to give up this seemingly masochistic behavior, and sat down in a cafe.

Otherwise, she would be dead on the street.

There are people coming and going on the side of the road, bustling.The low temperature below zero degrees Celsius seems to have covered the people under the sky with a thick insulation layer, and the bright and bright sunlight has been filtered many times to block only the subtle warmth.

Everyone is trying their best to shorten the distance between their heads and shoulders, wishing that they have no necks so that they can stuff their whole bodies into down jackets to resist the bitter cold wind.

After the "long journey", it was hard to find a place to stay around the corner.

His gaze touched the bold cursive words "coffeshop" in front of his head, and Snow let out a sigh of relief.

Finally, there is no need to be frozen to death, life is really beautiful. (￣▽￣)

Push open the log-rimmed glass door, and with the sound of the handle bells jingling, bursts of hot air rush to the face, instantly dispelling the biting cold around the body.

Snow couldn't help but squinted and smiled contentedly.

Coffee shops in winter are never short of warm passers-by. The inside of the door is as warm as spring, which cuts off the cold winter. People of all colors sit comfortably on soft leather sofas, sipping boiling hot coffee.

His eyes swept over the various hair colors that were noticeably different, almost all of them were foreigners, and every table was full of people.

Snow sighed, but in desperation she could only approach the corner near the window.

There was only one man sitting there, wearing a retro brown leather jacket and a black hat, sitting upright, sideways quietly looking at the world outside the glass, as if in a daze.

"Hello." Snow weighed the textbook in his hands with difficulty, bent slightly and asked in a low voice, "Is there anyone sitting here?"

The man had been keenly aware of her approaching. He raised his head and saw the rare oriental face and was startled, then smiled gently, "No, you can sit here if you don't mind."

Snow happily thanked him and sat down opposite, put the book on the black marble table, ordered a cup of milk tea and opened the book in his hand.

"On March 1939, 3, the least imminent threat in the world was felt in the Western Hemisphere, and one of the most secure countries in the Western Hemisphere was the United States. At that time, the United States remained relatively safe, but In fact, this kind of security is far less real than most citizens of the United States imagine..."

The golden sunlight slowly flowed in the air, and the written black English fonts glowed white in the light.Lines of printed characters skipped in front of my eyes, and the original English content was a bit difficult to read. Snow focused on it for a while, and suddenly his mind drifted to the man opposite.

Snow glanced cautiously.

In the dense smoke slowly rising from the hot drink, the man's resolute and handsome facial features became more three-dimensional, with blond hair and blue eyes, and a little bit of starlight in his blue eyes.

Beautiful as a painting.

"Do you like World War II history?"

The man suddenly spoke, and pure American English sounded clearly in the small space with a deep and pleasant voice.

"what……"

Meeting the smiling eyes of the man, Snow retracted his gaze like an electric shock.

Realizing his idiot-like behavior, he couldn't help but burst into tears in his heart.

It's over, so embarrassing 〒▽〒.

She pretended to glance at the other party inadvertently, and then answered when she found that there was no expression of disgust.

"I'm majoring in English, and I'm more interested in World War II." Snow smiled sheepishly, "So I want to find some books to improve my English and learn about history."

The man nodded and said appreciatively, "English is great."

"Thank you."

Snow's fingertips gently hooked the handle of the teacup.

"Do you know Captain America?" She raised her head and stared, talking about her favorite things, she couldn't control her talkative nature.

"Integrity and courage, with the spirit of dedicating everything to the country."

Snow paused, sighed sadly, and smiled shyly at the man.

"It was also because of him that I studied the history of World War II."

Don't know if it's real though.

She clearly remembered the black and white characters in the history books back then. When the grenade was about to explode, the first reaction was not to avoid the human instinct, but to rush forward and protect it with her body, as if the soldier's defense instinct was engraved in his blood from birth.

"Always fair, great love, perseverance, and tolerance. Just like his shield, defense is the first and attack is the last."

"A born soldier."

"He's tired. If possible, I'd rather Steve Rogers live a normal life."

In a quiet corner amidst the turmoil of the world, the girl's whispers are like the most beautiful love words. After passing through the torrent of time, after thousands of years of waiting, it reaches the ear. For a moment, the man feels that only the corners of the girl's lips are left in front of him. The looming arc.

In an instant, something was desperately sprouting, and finally broke through the 70-year-old soil to blossom and bear fruit.

I can't extricate myself, I can't help myself.

After Snow sighed from the heart, he belatedly realized that the air was eerily quiet.

Don't think she's long-winded (T_T)

She turned her head apprehensively, the man stared blankly in her direction, his beautiful blue eyes were as rough as the sea.

Slowly, the dark blue and black pupils returned to their original size.

Immediately afterwards, the man gave her a gentle smile without warning.

As if he was about to say something, the phone rang suddenly.

Snow was startled.

The good-looking people really smiled amazingly, she almost couldn't control herself :)

In a daze, the other party had already put on his coat and stood up, lowering his head and smiling to ask her.

"Are you coming tomorrow?"

Snow nodded in confusion.

"See you tomorrow." The man's pretty eyebrows and eyes were full of a charming smile, and his rose-colored lips were slightly raised.

She watched the tall, straight figure stride across the wooden floor and open the jingling door.

There is a lot of people outside the door, and the movement of the sunlight through the glass refracts the rainbow light strips from long to short, slowly disappearing.

Everything seems to have never happened.

Snow suddenly came back to his senses.

"Well what's going on?"

She looked at the book she was flipping through in front of her, and then at the all-black heads around her, blinking her eyes in a daze.

When did you enter the coffee shop...

Looking at the crowd passing by outside the window, the snow began to fall again, forming a dazzling golden color in the corner where the sun shines.

Eyes can't help but focus on the ball of warm color.

It seems... I forgot something...

very important stuff...

The author has something to say:

After a century, I’m here again, thank you for not abandoning me (T_T)

I plan to finish with a few episodes.

In fact, I didn't want to write this article too long, just to have fun and try my hand.

There is nothing to say, or that sentence.

Thank you to all the little angels, thank you for your willingness to collect and read this article that the author thinks is very bad.

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