[Captain Detective] Captain Detective

[SR: If you come out to mess around, you will have to pay it back sooner or later. 】

I probably fell asleep, so when I saw the bathroom light was on, I pushed open the door without hesitation.

Wet hair, thin legs, brown underwear, wet white skin, burned back...

"Boom—" The next second, I slammed the door shut.

Leaning against the door, I felt more conscious than ever.However, for a moment I didn't understand what happened.

It wasn't until Tofu heard the sound and squatted on the ground looking at me suspiciously that I suddenly came to my senses—the one in the bathroom is Ellie...

It's been a week since she lived in my house, and I'm still a little uncomfortable.

The bathroom door opened from the inside, and I quickly stood up, trying to pretend to be safe and sound, but I saw Ellie who came out of the bathroom was more dazed than I was.She was wearing the white shirt I just washed yesterday, the sleeves were too long and drooped, two thin legs were exposed at the hem, her feet were bare, her hair was still wet, and her face was even more sleepy.

I remembered that she worked overtime at DCPD last night and didn't come back all night.

She squinted her eyes to look at me, and made a faint questioning sound like a meow: "... sweetheart?"

"Of course it's me." She looked so sleepy that she could fall asleep anytime, I hurried over to help her, "Did you just come back?"

"Well, I took a shower and almost fell asleep...haha——" Ellie yawned and threw herself into my arms, "Can you carry me to bed..."

You can fall asleep while taking a bath, how sleepy are you?

The wet hair threw me into the water, and I pulled her away again: "Wait, dry your hair before going to bed!" But she yawned again and again, as if she had no bones, she couldn't stand up, I could only Carry her to the bed and fetch the hair dryer.

This morning's morning run had to be cancelled, and I stayed to take care of Ellie who was severely deprived of sleep.

Her hair is long, but it is not troublesome to blow it.It's just that I was still blowing to her, when suddenly she knocked her head forward and fell silently on the bed.I turned her over and saw that she was asleep.

Anyway, her hair was almost blown, so I spread the quilt and let her sleep on the pillow.Before the quilt was covered, Ellie suddenly opened her eyes, put her arms around my neck, took a sip, then grabbed the corner of the quilt, rolled in the quilt, rolled into a fat bug, and continued to sleep.

After being stunned for three seconds, I reached out and raised the temperature of the air conditioner by three degrees—Ellie is more afraid of the cold than I am.

The afternoon I confessed to Ellie, I dragged Ellie home, who was homeless at the time.She refused to live next door, but I insisted that I agree with her.

So, we started a cohabitation life where one slept on the bed in the bedroom and the other slept on the sofa in the living room.

It's been a week now.

"Poor thing," Natasha said pityingly, "you have to understand that living in the same home but sleeping in separate beds is not cohabitation at all."

"Of course I know!" I replied very weakly and innocently, because Natasha just decided that I didn't understand, "Take your time, I'm not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry!"

"Come on then, cute boy. I'll give Tony a call, it seems we have a new bet to make." Natasha walked away with a sarcasm and a good-looking smile.

I haven't dared to ask them what they gambled this time.

It's not that I'm not active, the main reason is that Ellie has been working overtime for several days in a row. Even if she doesn't work overtime, she will fall asleep when she gets home.From yesterday to now, I have spoken to her no more than ten sentences.

But it doesn't matter, it's much better than the year she left, at least she will come back every day, and I can see her every day.

By the time I finished washing, it was already daylight, although the light was still quite dark.I simply had breakfast, took my painting tools and went to the bedroom.

Ellie was still sleeping like a worm, but with one arm sticking out from under the covers.Although Tofu woke up, he was still lying on the bed, lying on Ellie's body, squinting his eyes enjoying himself.

This picture is full of wordless laziness, but surprisingly harmonious.I was laughing as I flipped through my sketchbook, trying to draw this scene—just like I did a year ago when Ellie lived next door to me when I had free time.

But it’s different from sitting on the balcony and painting with the images in my mind, now I can sit indoors and watch while drawing.

I don't know how long it took, the doorbell rang suddenly, and I regained my senses from my creation.Looking at the time, it is 07:30 in the morning.

Not many people know that I live here. If Barton is coming, he must call ahead. Fury doesn't come to my house at all, and Natasha and Ellie like to pick locks directly.

Who will knock on my door?

I put down the pen and paper and got up to look.Originally, Tofu jumped out of bed very actively, but he didn't run a few steps, as if he suddenly ate his stomach, he fell down, and returned to the bedroom without saying a word, tail between his legs.I'm very surprised, because the spirit of tofu's fearlessness is comparable to that of its aunt.

Through the peephole on the door, I saw a courier's hat.

……Courier?I dare not shop online without Ellie's guidance, and Ellie has no time to guide me recently.So, is this what Ellie bought?

I opened the door, only to find that this is a tall female courier, with golden brown curly hair, tied into a ponytail, delicate light makeup on her face, dark brown eyes are a bit slender, she looks like a person of mixed Asian descent of mixed race.However, unlike Skye, who was completely Asian at a glance, the courier in front of him was of obvious Caucasian descent, with a very fair complexion and sharper edges and corners.

The courier smiled amiably—it looked like a fox—and said in a standard fluent American accent: "Good morning, are you Mr. Sallers?"

...It seems that Ellie bought something.Without explaining the wrong address, I nodded: "Yes—good morning to you too."

She laughed cheerfully: "Mr. Sallers, you are so handsome, Mrs. Sallers is very lucky!"

"...Thank you." I lowered my head in embarrassment, "may I ask, uh, my wife, uh, what did my wife buy?"

"Oh, of course!" The courier handed over a small box with the word "Godiva" printed on it, "It's Godiva chocolate from Belgium, a very delicious brand."

...Godiva chocolate, good, I just knew it.What else could Ellie buy besides chocolate?

"Where are you going to sign?" I asked.

"Here." The courier handed over the courier, and I glanced at it. The sender is a Godiva company, and the recipient is indeed Eleanor Sallers.

I almost signed Steve Rogers when I signed it, but finally closed the pen in time and changed the "R" to an "S".

The courier put away the list with a smile, took off the hat and quickly put it on again as a way of saying goodbye: "Thank you, Mr. Sallers."

"...No, I want to thank you." I replied stiffly, still a little uncomfortable with the title "Mr. Sallers".

When I came to the bedroom with the express box, Ellie was already awake.She hugged the extremely timid tofu, smoothed it, and smiled badly when she saw me coming in: "Good morning, Mr. Sallers."

"... woke you up?" I didn't want to argue with people who worked overtime, so I walked over with the courier, "Aren't you going to sleep for a while?"

Ellie stretched her waist and yawned: "Haha - someone drew a portrait of me, how could I fall asleep peacefully." As she spoke, she poked her finger at the sketchbook I left on the bed, laughing It's mean, "hey, when I'm not around, sweetheart, have you been thinking of me like drawing cartoons?"

I quickly grabbed the sketchbook and stared at her warily: "You, have you read it just now?"

"Oh, I glanced at it as soon as I woke up, and found that you were sketching me, and there were some short comics on the first few pages." Ellie rolled up from the bed, stood on the bed and hooked my shoulders—this At that time, she was taller than me, "Honey, the cute heroine in the manga not only looks a lot like me, but also has the same occupation--tell me honestly, do you miss me, miss me a lot , Miss me so much, that's why I have to draw me and stay by your side?"

I opened her arms and said in a disgusted tone on purpose: "I just got up and chattered endlessly, go wash up first."

But the arm was separated, and Ellie still stuck to it. She didn't get out of bed satisfied until she kissed me on the cheek.

After she entered the bathroom, I breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly opened the sketchbook to look at the comics drawn on it.

That's right, this is indeed drawn with Ellie as the prototype.But I'm not going to let her see it just yet.I hurriedly put away all the sketchbooks with cartoons drawn on them, and hid them where she wouldn't find them.

Now, not yet.

I sat in the living room and watched the news while Ellie washed up and had breakfast.She was sticky and insisted on leaning against me to eat, but after pulling it away a few times to no avail, I had no choice but to let her go.

According to the news, DCPD and NYPD recently jointly arrested a group of drug lords from New York and seized a large amount of drugs, but there are still drug lords who have not been arrested.I turned my head and asked the DCPD anti-narcotics policeman who was also watching the news: "Is this the case you have been busy with recently?"

Ellie nodded: "That's what caused me to not sleep well for several days. Fortunately, the case has some clues."

"You mean, do you have to be busy for a few more days?" I frowned and looked worriedly at the thick dark circles on Ellie's face.Since she came back from London, she has been working overtime.

"This case will take a few more days, but I worked overtime last night, and I have cleared my tasks by this morning!" Ellie said with a smile, "I also got a day off from the officer! "

"Then why don't you get more sleep?"

Ellie smiled with her small canine teeth, and leaned over to put my shoulders together: "Honey, today is a great date day, haven't you considered taking me out for a walk?"

"...Ellie, you are a human being, not a pet. I don't need to go out for a walk like walking tofu." I pushed Ellie's cheek that was almost pressed against her, but my heart still stopped for a date she said.

Ellie pushed me up: "Stop talking nonsense! Go change!"

Dating - modern dating!What modern dating really looks like!

While Ellie was getting dressed, I ran to the balcony and called Natasha for help.

"Ha," Natasha made no secret of her disdain, "since you are both at home and have free time, why don't you discuss how to solve the problem of real cohabitation?"We've been waiting for the outcome of the bet. 』

"Natasha Romanoff!" I couldn't help shouting for a while, and then quickly lowered my voice, "Can you be more serious?"

"You still despise me? I can imagine Natasha rolling her eyes across the phone, "Do you think you, as Captain America, call and ask your Avengers teammates how to date a girlfriend is serious?" 』

"..."

"I said, you really should discuss how to achieve real cohabitation at home," Natasha said lazily, "really. 』

"...Impossible, Ellie is getting ready to change clothes and leave with great interest. Can you give me some practical advice?"

"Oh... a real suggestion? 』Natasha pondered for a few seconds, 『Will you guys go shopping, shopping malls or something? 』

"...Yes, right? Ellie will definitely go buy chocolate." I said firmly.

"Hmm, since you guys know how to go to the mall, it's easy to say," Natasha laughed, "Next, I'm going to tell you something you must do, and you must remember it! 』

"Well, tell me." I braced myself and listened.

"Every shopping mall has a large supermarket, did you know that? 』

"I know, I've been there more than once."

"Every supermarket has at least ten checkout counters, you know that too, right?" 』

I'm not very clear about this, I haven't counted: "I should...know."

"Ha, in fact, it doesn't matter if there is only one," Natasha laughed, "There is usually a small shelf next to the cash register, where small items are sold.When you go to check out with Ellie, you pick up the small box marked 'Durex' on the bottom column of the cash register in front of her—』

"Natasha! You're enough!" I snapped angrily, when I didn't know what "Durex" was? !She was just making trouble when she made suggestions!

"Oh, so you know this brand?That's right, its product production experience has exceeded 80 years, and it is about your age. 』In addition to her playful laughter, I also heard the uncontrollable laughter of Barton and Stark over there.

... I hung up the phone with the feeling of being careless in making friends.

Turning her head, Ellie poked her head out from the door with raised eyebrows, with a smile that I couldn't read.

...the feeling of having nothing to love is so intuitive.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," Ellie laughed, "it's not as scary as going out with me, like I used to take you down the street, just wandering around—how about our first stop, the Smithsonian? "

…except for embarrassing portraits and models where you are going, it sounds normal and I can live with it.

I nodded: "Yes."

When we went out, we met Sharon who was chatting with the property at the door of the apartment.She is still my neighbor, but the chance to see her is rare.

I was about to go over to say hello, but Ellie suddenly took my hand and interlocked my fingers.Then I heard her laughing: "GutenMorgen (German: Good morning), Miss Neighbor."

I couldn't help but glance at her—don't think I didn't hear the hostility in her tone.

Sharon looked at her, then at me, then at our holding hands, and laughed: "GutenMorgen means 'good morning' in German? Well, you are GutenMorgen too."

Ellie raised her eyebrows and smiled, her tone softened all of a sudden: "Forget it, your strange pronunciation can't be corrected for a while. Goodmorning, Sharon." This person really didn't realize who had the strange pronunciation.

Sharon is also good-natured: "Goodmorning, Eleanor." She turned to me again, "You too, Steve."

I quickly greeted her too.

"Are you going on a date?" Sharon pointed at our hands and smiled, "Go ahead, have a good time."

"Thank you, Sharon." Both Ellie and I waved our spare hand goodbye.

After walking two steps on the street, I looked down at our hands, Ellie also looked over, and smiled: "Your hands are full of calluses." She was about to let go.

I think, maybe she already knows that I don't like intimacy in public... But since you still want to let go, why did you suddenly hold on back then!

Thinking of this, I pulled back her hand again, and continued to interlock my fingers: "Look at what, let's go."

The smile on her face became brighter again, and Ellie hugged my arm tightly: "Sweetheart - I like you more and more -"

We went to the Smithsonian where all my stuff from World War II was on display, and Ellie kept complimenting Bucky on how handsome he was, right in front of me.

……Ha ha.

Ellie even went out of her way to compare her size with the once skinny me - she was even shorter than me back then.

"Now this distance is the cutest height difference." Ellie gestured that there was a distance of two heads between me and her, and said something I couldn't understand.

"The cutest height difference?"

"That's the distance." She gestured again.However, I still can't see where such a big gap is.

When Peggy appeared in the documentary, Ellie suddenly leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.There were many parents with their children at the scene, so I couldn't help but glared at her.

But she whispered: "Honey, I will be magnificent when I get old."

... Forget it, let's not hit her for now.

We left the museum at lunch time. Ellie went to the vending machine to buy water while I stood by.She noticed my gaze and looked towards my gaze. Before the corners of her mouth curled up, her cell phone rang.

Ellie took out her mobile phone and looked: "Sir?! Why did he call me?" His tone was full of doubts and annoyance of "how could it be you".

I boldly guessed it was her previous boss.

As it turns out, I was right.

Half an hour later, Ellie pulled me into DCPD with an unhappy face.This is my first time walking here.

It is not much different from the imagination, the exterior is serious, the interior is slightly dark, the air is full of faint sweat and strong coffee smell, all kinds of documents are piled up on the table, and police officers in suits and uniforms come. Often, unsmiling.

I felt so novel that I couldn't stop looking at it while lowering the brim of my hat. Ellie walked into a large office full of people angrily. I stepped in behind her, trying to reduce the sense of presence, and did not attract much attention.

A young girl with short brown hair turned around and said hello: "Yo, Ellie, this is the first time you've met since you came back from London - who's that handsome guy? Poor guy on the side of the road with too many drugs ?”

"Shut up, Emma, ​​I don't want to talk to you right now," Ellie glared at her. "What are you homicide squad doing here in the narcotics squad?"

Emma shrugged: "Your anti-narcotics team didn't handle the case smoothly. If someone died, the officer brought us here." She pointed to the other side of the office with her chin.

When I looked over, I saw Officer Smith who had participated in the kidnapping case together—he was still holding the mug with my shield on it.

... how dependent he is on that cup.

"Sallers! You really brought your fucking boyfriend here!" Officer Smith yelled as soon as he saw Ellie.

Before he called Ellie and urged Ellie to come back to work, Ellie said, "It's a date! Do you want me to bring my boyfriend too?", but the officer yelled back: "You really bring someone if you have the fucking ability I can't beat him to death!"

...and so I was brought.

Ellie folded her arms provocatively: "Come and see, can you beat my boyfriend to death!"

Officer Smith came over in a huff, and for a moment I thought he was going to shoot.However, when he saw me clearly, he froze in place suddenly, stretched out his arm, and petrified.

I smiled awkwardly, took off my hat a little and greeted him: "Long time no see, Officer Smith."

He still didn't respond, just stared and straightened his arms.I had no choice but to look at Ellie, she gloated and said, "Come on, sir, aren't you going to beat him to death? Let alone whether you can beat him, are you willing to beat him?"

Officer Smith was brought back to his senses by her sarcasm, and I saw his lips tremble, showing a pitiful expression of bewilderment.

...Suddenly I feel sorry for him.

After finally regaining the ability to speak, he turned around and yelled, "Get off to work! You bastards!"

The police officers who were with Emma were dumbfounded. Emma spoke cautiously: "Sir, sir, didn't you say you want to analyze and monitor?"

"I don't need so much idle food!" Officer Smith's voice is really powerful, and he kept yelling without being hoarse, "Except for you, follow, follow, and Sallers (he put a lot of effort to say this name), Everyone else go and look through the documents for Lao Tzu!"

Except for Ellie and Emma, ​​everyone got up and went out with a puzzled expression.When they left, they all glanced at me cryptically, their eyes full of curiosity.

"...Sorry to disturb your normal work." I said with deep guilt.

Officer Smith responded with actions - he dragged a chair, brought a cup of coffee, and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner a few degrees, then straightened his tie seriously and said, "Just watch me show my skills!"

Me: "...you come on."

Looking at the situation, it seems that one of Ellie's informants was killed this morning, and Chief Smith asked her to come back to ask for this.While Ellie was reporting to him, I glanced casually at the nearby table.

The folder on the desktop looks like Ellie's words.Her handwriting is quite young and round, as cute as a child.This might be Ellie's desk.I took the pencil and post-it notes from the table and started to draw.

The three of them over there started a discussion.

"Surveillance shows that this is the only person who got out of the car here, as the suspect said." Emma said.

"But the victim was killed by two people, which should be true," said Chief Smith. "The surveillance and the confession are consistent. There is not enough evidence that there were others with him."

"Maybe something has been overlooked..." Emma said.

"Um... can't we look for other surveillance?" Officer Smith said.

"No need, this monitoring is enough to show that someone is walking with him." Ellie said, "Don't tell me, you didn't notice."

I looked up and saw Ellie crossing her arms, smiling so confidently and so triumphantly that it made her want to hit her.I lowered my head with a smile and continued to draw.

"Speak up if you find anything!" Officer Smith said.

"Look, the suspect got off from the right door of the back seat of the taxi, but he was obviously sitting behind the driver's seat—generally speaking, for the convenience of getting off on the right side, if you take a taxi and sit in the back seat, you should sit on the right side behind the passenger seat?"

I haven't taken a taxi much, so I can't imagine it.

"...Emma, ​​go and open that guy's mouth and ask where the other guy went." Officer Smith must have gotten to the point, and quickly gave the order, "And you, Sallers, you really don't plan to return to the murder case Group work?"

"No," Ellie laughed, "I don't want to be sent to London again."

"... I'm sorry about that matter, I solemnly make a request to you now, and I hope you will consider—"

"No, really. I know you have pressure from above, sir, and I'm fine in the anti-narcotics team." As soon as Ellie finished speaking, I heard footsteps coming towards me.

I hid the pen and paper on the table, looked up and smiled at her: "Can we continue our interrupted date now?"

Ellie bent down and hugged my neck—her hands were a little cold—smiled: "I believe you want to take me away, sir, he dare not stop you." She raised her volume, "Is it, sir?"

I couldn't bear to look at Officer Smith's expression anymore, so I heard him say in a particularly aggrieved voice: "Let's go, let's go, you all go..."

Ellie pulled me up and left.

Emma shouted from behind: "Come to play next time—handsome guy—"

...Speaking as if this is not DCPD but some unscrupulous place.

Although the date was interrupted in the middle, I still feel that today is a good day.I reviewed my past with Ellie and her present with her.

Compared with Ellie's laziness after returning home, I am very relieved to see how serious she is at work.

So I am very satisfied.

In the evening, I lay on the sofa under a blanket and drew the Ellie I saw today in the form of cartoons. Natasha sent a text message to say hello:

"Did you go to the mall? :)』

I sneered and replied to her: "Go to the police station." 』

"Tell me you've settled the cohabitation issue, because you're going to be out working for a few days. ’ Natasha replied.

My fingers stopped on the screen, and I was stunned for a while.

Before I knew it, I was suddenly reluctant to leave home.Although Ellie has a lot more things to worry about after moving in, and she is not always at home, but the image of the word home has become more and more vivid.

I was still trying to figure out how to reply to Natasha when Ellie gnawed an apple and sat on my stomach.Suddenly, I almost couldn't breathe.

"...Get up." I pushed her.

She made an inch of it, gnawed on an apple with one hand, put one hand around my neck, and leaned over to look at my phone: "Do you have a job?"

"Yes, I don't know how many days..." I said, typing to ask Natasha.

At this time, I felt a cold hand pull my collar and stretch it in...

"Eleanor Sallers." I glared at her.

Ellie raised her eyebrows and was still gnawing on an apple: "It's okay, just keep typing, and I'll try it out."

"……take it out."

"No—the breasts are so nice, let me touch them—" She said, taking out her hand, but still touching it.

I thought about it calmly, I haven't gotten angry at her for a long time recently.I felt guilty because of Valentine's Day before, and I basically put up with Ellie's not-so-outrageous things.

Although she behaved well today, she doesn't really think that I won't be angry, does she?

I said very calmly: "Ellie, I'll give you one more chance to take your hands away."

"No—" Her hand was almost above her waist, and it was still going down.

I hold her hand. Ellie raised her head with a smile: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, I'm just kidding with you!" As she said that, she wanted to pull her hand away.

I didn't let go, stretched out my other hand, removed the half-eaten apple, and said in the most serious voice: "Ellie, do you know a word?"

"What words? A good beginning and a good end?"

"No," I smiled, and then I flipped the blanket over and wrapped her inside, "It's 'If the tiger doesn't show its power, you treat me as a sick cat'!" After I finished speaking, I immediately wrapped the blanket into a burrito Ellie picked it up and walked quickly towards the bedroom.

After driving Tofu out of the bedroom, I locked the door casually—no way, I have a pet that can open the door, and I have to lock the door at any time when I do bad things.

I threw the "burrito" onto the bed as soft as cotton candy, and Ellie struggled to poke her head out from under the blanket, her hair was messed up, her eyes were staring, and she stretched out a hand to signify a pause.

"What else do you have to say?" I just took off my shoes.

Ellie flicked her hair solemnly: "I just want to say, sweetheart, you are not a sick cat, nor a tiger—Hello Kitty!"

... I'm older, but it doesn't mean I don't know anything!I know what a HelloKitty is!

When I went up to hold her down, if there was a mirror, I could see my completely dark face.

"Eleanor Sallers, it's time for us to settle the score!"