[Captain Detective] Captain Detective

[ES: Recently I've been running away. 】

I held my head and regretted it. I just knew that Fury came to test me, but I couldn't help but explode.

But this matter is unscientific. It has been so many years, and it is impossible for me to be teased so easily.

Thinking back carefully, before he came, the nurse sister gave me a glass of colorless and transparent water.I guessed that Fury put something for me in that glass of water, maybe it was Veritaserum or something. S.H.I.E.L.D. has been an old organization for so many years, so there must be a combination of magic and black technology.

Well, I admit, I'm too fragile, I shouldn't make excuses for myself.

Look at me in the mirror, my hair disheveled, my face pale, so miserable, so pitiful—but who would pity me, a spy, except Sweetheart?

Is this mirror a one-way mirror?That is, the inside is a mirror and the outside is glass, which is specially used to detain prisoners, and is always kept in the police station.

A few days before the accident, I had interrogated a drug dealer in this way. Unexpectedly, in a few days, the person locked inside became me.

Among the people staring out, will there be a sweetheart?

Did he see how crazy I was just now?Is he scared?

Not long after Fury left, the door opened again, and the person who came in made me tremble uncontrollably: "Widow, sister widow..."

The widow walked in with a smile on her face, and rolled up a magazine in her hand: "Are you alone, empty and lonely?" She threw the magazine over, and I glanced at it, introducing the magazine of movies and TV shows.

The cover is a promotional poster for Batman v Superman.The movie is coming out in a few days and I'm probably going to have to stay in this brig for a long, long time, did she bring this thing to piss me off?

"I heard that you like superhero comics, is it true?" The widow sat down at the end of my bed casually.

I stared at her vigilantly: "No, I think your painting style is completely different from Fury's. Before he left, he was still trying to stimulate me. Why did you come in and start chatting with me?"

"There is always a foreshadowing before talking about big things. This is my cliché technique."

"Oh, so—yes, I do like superhero comics."

"SueSue isn't Chocolate's real name?"

I glared at her: "It's a foreshadowing!"

The widow shrugged with a smile: "Isn't the preparation finished?"

"..."

I took a deep breath: "No, SueSue is not her real name, because she didn't like her original name, she changed it herself after asking the dean."

"But I think the name MarySue is pretty good."

"I think it's good too, but she doesn't like it." I said, and glanced in the direction of the mirror, "Is sweetheart there?"

"I was there before, I came in and left."

been there before?In other words, he saw the part where I went crazy?I silently lowered my head and rubbed my forehead.

The widow rubbed my head in a good mood: "I regret it now? But having said that, you were quite imposing when you yelled at Fury just now."

"Don't mention it, please..." I begged with a whimper.

"Chocolate doesn't like her real name, I don't need to ask why," she scratched her hair with her thin fingertips, and my scalp went numb, "but I'm really curious about the reason why you changed your name. Identity?" As soon as I was about to speak, she interrupted me, "Even if you go crazy again and beat me, I will ask you why."

I let out a final, dying sigh: "Please, don't say that stupid name..."

"Stupid name? Got it? I think it's cute."

I sighed again: "...no, that name is not only stupid, but to me, it's a curse."

My parents and brother died on my tenth birthday.

That night, I walked out of the restaurant celebrating my birthday, holding Godiva chocolates and wearing a new Lolita skirt.

My parents and elder brother were one step ahead of me and had already got into the car.The uncle driver was about to carry me into the car, but he just took a step closer to me, and a truck that shouldn't be here rushed over out of control, knocked the car in front of me and flew away, leaving it far away .

There were three people in the car, none of them survived.

A second before the accident, I was in a daze, and my mother leaned out the car window, laughing and shouting: "Leonie——!"

"Is it a curse..." the widow sister repeated.

I closed my eyes: "Sorry, I don't want to talk about this."

The widow didn't ask the bottom line, but just touched my head and changed the subject: "Star of Moria, did Chocolate let you go?"

"She took me there." But in the end, the situation was critical, and I kicked her into the sea.

"She wants the launch files for the Moria Star, why?"

I rolled my eyes: "Like I said, we want to save all of S.H.I.E.L.D.."

The widow sister didn't believe it, she tilted her head with a smile: "Then I thank you in advance!"

I hesitated to speak.

I don't know whether the Black Widow is a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. or has been included in Hydra.Just looking at her ruthless means, she has the style of a hydra.

But, since it's Hydra's person, what did she ask me for?Don't they know better than anyone else?

In fact, my heart is more inclined that she is a member of S.H.I.E.L.D.Miss Widow is very kind to me and sweetheart.I have very few friends, and I have unconsciously regarded her as a friend.

Moreover, I am doomed to fight Hydra forever, if the widow sister, a terrible woman, is included in our camp... I always feel that I will win.

There was silence in the isolation room for a while, and the widow was not in a hurry, and sat on my bed leisurely.

...Aren't I imprisoned?How does this person feel like the eighth wife who came to visit my house?

Just as I was about to open my mouth to ease the weird atmosphere, the nurse sister came to change the medicine.Following her was a tall, thin and heroic black-haired sister.I recognize her, she is Commander Hill of S.H.I.E.L.D.

The last time I saw her was four years ago.

"Long time no see, Sallers." Sister Commander smiled slightly, with deep meaning in her eyes, "The last time we met, you were locked up in shackles. This time we met, you have no energy at all."

I laughed dryly: "How can I, look, I still have a bed to lie on!"

Sister Commander gave me a blank look.

Hill has nothing to say to me, because she came here specifically to find the widow.

Seeing her, the widow was a little surprised: "Hill, why are you at the headquarters?"

Hill glanced at me and said in a low voice, "I just came to catch a plane, and Director Fury wants to see me."

I was eavesdropping with my ears open, and the nurse sister looked at me and smiled.I had no choice but to lift up my blouse embarrassingly and let her check the wound.

The widow looked over: "You change your medicine first, let's go out and talk."

Me: "...I don't mind if you look at mine."

The widow smiled contemptuously: "But we don't mind, what's so interesting about you?"

I looked at her big breasts, then at Sister Hill's long legs, and waved angrily: "Let's go! You all go!"

"...Okay, if you lie down for a few more days, the wound will heal and the scars will disappear!" The sister nurse gently smoothed my bandage gently.

"Thank you." I said sincerely.Although I am a captured spy, this sister still takes care of me very tenderly and considerately. I am so touched to death.

The nurse sister smiled and chatted with me while writing and drawing on the medical certificate: "You know what? Ever since you were imprisoned here, many girls and men in the headquarters have wanted to see you."

"... see what I do?"

"Because you are Captain America's girlfriend," the nurse sister squinted her eyes and smiled, the tenderness was gone, and only jokes remained, "The supporters of Captain America all want to come and see what kind of woman can take Captain America down, Some people even want to take the opportunity to kill you—you know, everyone loves the captain."

... How many deaths did I pass by without my knowing it?I couldn't help asking: "Are you also a fan of Captain America?"

"No," the nurse sister smiled shyly, "I prefer the black widow who just came to chat with you."

"...Oh." No wonder I think she looks at Miss Widow in a wrong way.

The nurse sister smiled softly, and was about to leave with the medical certificate in her arms. When she walked to the door, she turned around and said, "Do you know why so many people want your life, but no one has been able to do it yet?"

I shook my head.

"Because someone has been with you outside, from the time you fell into a coma until the chief came to look for you." The nurse sister said, and pushed open the door, "You are very lucky, he is a very trustworthy person."

I blinked hard.

Did honey ever forgive me?

Both Fury and the Widow had been here, but he hadn't.I always thought he was still in a fit of anger, and when he came, the first thing he said would definitely be about breaking up.

Then I'd rather never see him.

What's more, if he sees my ghostly appearance, he will definitely be so angry that he will add a few wrinkles to his forehead.

However, the nurse sister told me that he was always there.From my coma, to my awakening, to my madness.

Are you moved?of course!I can't wait to rush out and hold him and take a few bites!

It's a pity... I raised my hand, and the shackles on my hand rang a few times.While I can pry this off, I don't have the tools or permission.I broke the shackles and went out. After seeing Sweetheart, the first thing he did was not to hug me, but to knock me out before throwing me in.

I know that he has a heart for me, but he will not give up his responsibility.For this, I can only take a deep breath.

Huh... When I can go out, I will definitely listen to him carefully.

Later, it was time to examine the wound.I looked away from the magazine several times, but the door never opened.The gentle and considerate nurse sister did not come.

The isolation room is soundproof, both inside and outside are soundproofed. I can't hear the sound from outside, so I don't know what's going on outside.

After a long time, the sister nurse finally opened the door and walked in.It's just that her face was pale, but her eyes were red and swollen.

Unlike the chattering state when the dressing was changed last time, the nurse sister bit her lip and said nothing.I gently held her hand and asked her: "What's wrong with you?"

The sister nurse nervously glanced at the one-way mirror from the corner of her eye, and just shook her head.I understand that someone outside is watching her, or rather, watching me.

Something happened, definitely something happened.I frowned uneasily.

The people of Hydra had already tried to kill me on the boat, but I was sheltered by the captain.Later, I was locked up here. Except for the nurse, the only people I saw were Fury, the widow, and Hill who happened to come to see the widow.

Fury didn't want to kill me, and neither did the widow, or they'd have plenty of time to do it.

Hill doesn't know, but she's close to Fury.

Maybe the Hydra now remembers again, in order to get the black historical data in SueSue's hand, I'm still useful, and won't kill me for a while.

However, I was inexplicably flustered.Just because you won't kill me doesn't mean you won't do anything to other people.And SueSue, who is most likely trying to find a way to meet me after she escaped danger.

As long as she knows where I am being held, she will teleport over here. If Hydra's people are watching me at this time, she will be able to catch her big fish with one net.

After the sister nurse checked the wound, she looked at me hesitantly, and finally whispered: "Don't move around, or the wound will still open."

I looked up to meet her gaze.She just said today that the flesh of the wound has grown back, and now she is just waiting for the scar to be removed slowly, but now she changed her words and said that the wound will open?

The focus is not on this sentence, but on the previous one.

Don't move around, is it her advice, or someone outside giving me a warning through her mouth?

The nurse sister looked at me beggingly, so I nodded, curled the corners of my mouth, and put on a brisk voice: "Yes, yes, yes - I listen to my sister! For the sake of being so obedient, can you bring some chocolates?" Feed me?"

"...Next time." She smiled gratefully, and quickly exited with the medical certificate in her arms.

I was still smiling, looking at myself in the one-way perspective mirror, and my mind was full of thoughts.

What is Fury doing?What is the widow doing?what is sweetheart doing

Hope they didn't run into any trouble.

In any case, now stabilize the group of voyeurs outside.

I held up the magazine again, pretending to read it seriously, although I wasn't paying attention to it.

My eyes stopped on the magazine, but I always had the illusion that the door was about to be opened.After several illusions, I gave up and stopped caring about this illusion.

However, when the illusion of the door opening came again, a touch of blue appeared in front of my eyes.

I froze for a moment and looked up.

This time it's really not my illusion, it's sweetheart.

The uniform on his body has been changed, without the original national flag colors, but it is still tights, with a shield behind him.The muscles under the clothes are very clear, and the stars on the chest are still there.However, Sweetheart's expression didn't look very good, her brows were knit together, and the corners of her lips were tightly pursed.

Facing his deep gaze, I felt my throat was dry and my heart was pounding.

Looking at such an abstinent person, I can still get excited. Is it normal?

"Sweetheart...?" I called out to him cautiously.He didn't respond, still staring at me.

Is he still angry?Is it not happy to be called "sweetheart" by me while being watched by many people?I changed my address: "Steve?"

But he still didn't respond.

This is S.H.I.E.L.D. Should I follow the convention and call him "Captain"?S.H.I.E.L.D. has a lot going on.

Before I could yell out, he suddenly walked over quickly.

I subconsciously wanted to get off the bed, but as soon as my feet touched the ground, he stretched out his hand.I thought he was going to slap me in the face, but he grabbed my neckline, and then he pulled me up as soon as he made a strong hand.

What is he doing?I was wondering, his face quickly approached, and then... I was kissed by him.

My head exploded.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... He didn't let me go.

The villain in my heart has already "yoooooo——" flew up.There was no way, although the timing and occasion were wrong, but this was the first time he actively asked for a kiss, except for the time when he had sex!

Moreover, although there are only me and him in the isolation room, it does not mean that there is no one outside!People outside must have looked stupid.

I don't care, since we kissed each other anyway, why not be more enthusiastic!Thinking about it, I'm going to hook his neck.

……and many more!

I opened my eyes wide and looked at him in disbelief.

At this moment, Sweetheart let me go, her deep gaze changed, became complicated, even a little fragile.I've never seen him like this, Captain America like this.

He said softly, "Ellie..."

I didn't speak, just stared at him.

He supported my chin with one hand, stroked my hair with the other, and said in a tired tone: "Help me."

I froze in place.After he finished speaking, he looked at me seriously, and without waiting for my answer, he turned and left resolutely.

I didn't want him to go, but I didn't chase him.

Something really happened, and it was so big that sweetheart actually needed to ask me for help, and she still had to use this method.

I sat back on the bed and covered my mouth with my hands.On the surface, I seem to be reminiscing about that sudden kiss, but in fact...

I flipped the tongue in my mouth, and I flipped the thing under the tongue up, bit it with my teeth, and put it in the palm of my hand.

No need to look, I can feel it, it's a paper clip.

What can open the lock is not only the key but also love.Oh, and don't forget the cute little paper clips.

I couldn't help curling my lips, and I laughed.

Ok, now that we have the tools and permissions, we can move on.

I frantically hit the metal edge of the bed with the shackles, pretending to be eager to smash the locks and escape, and the sound of "bang bang bang" was heard throughout the isolation room.

But within a few hits, I touched the wound, and immediately felt like a shrimp in pain, curling up on the bed.

Not long after, the door was opened, and I opened one eye and peeked over.The first to bear the brunt was the flustered nurse sister, followed by a man in the uniform of the Special Forces, holding a pager.His eyes immediately locked on the gun on his waist.

The sister nurse hurriedly helped me up: "Didn't I just tell you not to mess around—" She opened her eyes wide, watching the shackles slip from my hands.

I grinned, took out her cell phone from her pocket, and slammed it into the face of the man next to me who didn't know what happened.

The man in uniform staggered a few steps, and I rushed over to lock his throat, took out the gun on his waist, and shouted: "Get down!"

The sister nurse cooperated and lay down on the ground. My eyes had already lit up with small LED lights, and it was cold at the moment.Next, two men would rush in and shoot.

I twisted the uniformed man as a shield and put on a shooting stance. As soon as the man rushed through the door, I fired.I don't know if they died or not. Anyway, I hit them in the stomach. If they are not bad luck, they will definitely not die.

There was no new prediction in my eyes for a moment, I let go of the man in uniform who had passed out, and quickly pried off the ankle chain with a paper clip.

The nurse sister popped her head out of the window in fear, and I smiled: "Don't be afraid, thank you! We will meet again later, and I will pay you a new mobile phone." After speaking, I knocked her unconscious with the butt of a gun.

I saw a gun from the ground, and I ran out barefoot.I haven't gone out yet, so I come to predict again.I immediately stood by the door, without looking, and stretched out my hand to shoot randomly.

After a few screams, the prediction stopped.I managed to escape from the isolation room.

I used to come to S.H.I.E.L.D. four or five years ago, but at that time I was very strict and couldn't figure out the layout inside.

But I know that if S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't make any major changes, the isolation room is on the third floor of the building, and there should be a window leading to the main entrance at the end.

Jumping out of the window should get me out, except that I'd probably fall pretty badly.

Why should I go to the gate when I'm busy running away?Because all the loudspeakers in the headquarters building are yelling: 'Seal the gates!Lock the door quickly!Captain America is about to run from the garage to the gate! 』

The floors in the building were cold and slick, and running barefooted soon became unbearable.I fell to the ground suddenly, and then inertia, sliding from side to side, dodging a row of strafing bullets.

The muzzles of the double guns were raised, and the three uniformed men of the Special Forces who were shooting were brought down.I ducked around the corner and took a breath.

Fortunately, there was a sweetheart who attracted the firepower of the Special Forces on the frontal battlefield, otherwise it would be a dream for me to run out of S.H.I.E.L.D. alone.

When I was about to continue charging, my eyes turned cold, I immediately turned around and raised my gun, and met an unexpected person—"Sharon?"

It's my sweetheart's good neighbor Sharon!

This pretty blonde was aiming at me with a gun, too, with a very standard pose and a serious expression on her face.

"Hey, nurse?" I smiled sarcastically.This woman was arranged by Fury to be with Sweetheart, and she also looks a lot like Peggy!

Braised eggs have ulterior motives!

Sharon frowned at me, his hand on the gun firm.I looked at her and heard the sound of footsteps coming from the other side of the corner.

We must act first, take this woman as a hostage, can we rush out?

I made a decision, but before I could implement it, Sharon spun the gun around his wrist, dropped his arm, and kicked open the door in the corner: "Follow me!"

After a moment of hesitation, the footsteps came closer.I immediately followed.

This room may be a logistics support room, and when the door is opened, it is full of mops.I thought a big organization like S.H.I.E.L.D. would rely on robots for cleaning!

Sharon dragged me to the window, broke the window with the butt of the gun, grabbed my shoulder while looking out and told me: "Hit me!"

"..."

"Hurry up! Be tough!"

Since she asked so, I had no choice but to do so.

Arms waving, I punched Sharon on the left cheek.She shook violently a few times and raised her head angrily, her cheeks were already swollen and high.

... For such a beautiful girl, did I hit her too hard?

"Bitch!!!" Sharon roared angrily, and the moment the pursuers rushed in, he punched me.

I subconsciously dodged backwards, my back hit the broken glass, and the next second, I fell on my back...

Fuck -!This posture is wrong!Even if only the third floor fell like this, I would be paralyzed!Nima! Sharon is a scam!

As I fell rapidly, I tried to turn around, but the floor was too low, and I turned around, and I was about to hit the ground.

At this time, the roar of the motorcycle suddenly rang in my ears, and a particularly strong force rushed towards me, and I was caught—although the person who caught me fell to the ground with me.

I don't know how he fell. Although I didn't hit my head, my brain is in a mess at the moment.

"...Ellie, you're really getting fat!" said my sweetheart when he picked me up and picked me up.

If I wasn't still dizzy, I would have hit him.

"Hold me tight." Sweetheart pressed my head, then ran up holding me.

When I woke up from the chaos, Sweetheart had already carried me into a residential area. From his broad shoulders, I could see the S.H.I.E.L.D. building far behind.

I really don't see how my being fat or not makes any difference to him.

There are still special forces people chasing us.

Sweetheart hugged me, unable to face the challenge head-on, and could only hide around.Apart from the shield on his back that is more iconic than himself, he has no other weapons at all.

Now that I'm awake, it's time to contribute.

So I put my arms around his neck, bent my legs around his waist, straightened up, put my arms on his shoulders, took aim and pulled the trigger back.

After a while, the number of people chasing us decreased a lot.Sweetheart ran into a relatively safe alley, took off her shield, and glared at me: "Come down."

I let go of my legs with a smile, and stepped on his shoe with bare feet.He lowered his head and was about to say something, but I didn't intend to give him this chance to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.

Sweetheart pushed me lightly, but I didn't let him go, and he didn't resist any more, and let me chew on him honestly.

I hugged his neck desperately, getting closer and closer to him.Sweetheart was forced to take a few steps back, leaning her back against the wall.

The footsteps of the enemy still refused to give up and caught up.Sweetheart pinches my chin with one hand and holds the shield sideways to us with the other.

And I put my arm around his neck in cooperation, and raised the gun on the side of the shield.

Now we want KISS——KISS, those who don’t have long eyes and come here to make trouble, all fucking kneel down to me!