[Captain Detective] Captain Detective

[ES: I am the captain's little lion. 】

I looked at the little fat girl in front of me with contempt in my eyes.

"You're going to be fat." I said in English.

"But he thinks I'm cuter." The little chubby girl with black hair and blue-green eyes wearing Lolita raised her chin triumphantly and answered me in German.

I was furious: "You shut up!"

"Do you have the right to ask me to shut up?" The little fat girl put her waist on her waist, her tone was not kind, "Apart from looking a little like me, is there anything else you are similar to me?"

I opened my mouth, but in the end I had nothing to say.

"Give up your nationality, your surname, your first name," the little fat girl laughed, "What do you have left?"

"...Godiva chocolate?" I said, and found a piece of chocolate in my hand that said "Hershey KISS". "Okay, there's nothing left."

"I want to eat your piece of chocolate." The little fat girl stared at the chocolate in my hand, licked her lips, "I can exchange something with you."

"...Change?" I was stunned for a moment, "What can I trade for yours?"

"I don't like my name, would you like to exchange it?" The chubby girl's eyes were shining with treacherous light.

"...Actually, I don't like your name either." I glared at her, "Why don't I remember you being so cunning?!"

"It's just that you don't remember, and it doesn't mean I'm not." The little fat girl sneered, "Since you don't like my name, should the transaction be cancelled?"

"..." I rolled my eyes and put the chocolate in her hand, "Who said it would be cancelled!"

As soon as the little chubby girl got the chocolate, she couldn't wait to open the package, and looked at me while eating: "It's so interesting, what you couldn't wait to throw away at the beginning, you are now willing to take it back."

I smiled and said in English: "No way, someone said he wanted everything from me."

"But he thinks I'm cuter," she retorted in German.

"Shut up!!!" I yelled, opened my eyes suddenly, and wanted to punch out, but was held down.

I was stunned, I saw a large area of ​​snow white, and the closest to my eyes was a white pillow with "Stark" written on it—why did I lie on the bed.

I tried to move my body to change positions, but to my horror, I couldn't actuate anything below the waist.

"Ellie?" Captain America's voice came from the direction of the held left hand.I suddenly felt a cool liquid flowing into that hand, but the place where he held it was warm.

I turned my head to look, and saw a sweetheart in casual clothes bent over, holding my left hand with her right hand—a needle was inserted into it, and a hanging bottle was hanging not far away.

"……sweetheart?"

"It's me," Sweetie lowered her head, her blue eyes seemed to be glowing, "Are you feeling better?"

I sadly replied: "Ican'tfeelmylegs!"

Sweetheart: "...it's okay, you just—"

"Of course you can't feel it," said the boy's nasty voice from the other side. "You had four blood holes in your legs, which caused excessive bleeding and necrosis. The doctor had to chop them off."

...chop...chop...chop...

Only this voice was left in my head.

I took a deep breath, and then, under Tong Tianxin's worried eyes, I yelled loudly: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Pietro: "Hahahaha!"

Sweetheart: "...Pietro, don't scare her."

When I calmed down, I realized that the war in Sokovia had happened two days ago.

I lay on the hospital bed for two days.

I still remember the time before I lost consciousness.Ultron's aesthetically distorted robot drives a Quinjet fighter jet and shoots indiscriminately.That's when Clint was in its shooting range.

When my eyes were cold, I thought I was going to watch Clint's death, but what flashed in my mind was Quicksilver being shot into a sieve by a machine gun.

I don't know which tendon I'm suffering from, but without even thinking about it, I grabbed Sweetheart's shield and ran out to save that brat.

In the end, it turned out that Pietro saved Clint and the baby he was holding, and I saved Pietro.Sweetheart's shield wasn't big enough to cover the two of us from head to toe, and although I pressed Pietro's head hard and covered his upper body vitals with him, the lower body still had to be shot.

Pietro had three holes in his legs and I had four.Because my back was facing Pietro, I also hurt my butt.

That's why I woke up face down.

As for the leg that can’t be felt, it’s because I woke up once when I was taking the bullet and cried out for pain—although I didn’t remember it—the doctor used a large and large dose of anesthetic, and the drug was effective when I woke up again. It hasn't passed yet, and it's not as scary as Pietro's "chopped".

"Aren't you awake, boy?" I said impatiently, staring at the dead fish eyes, "Don't be lazy! Hurry up and cut it!"

"...You big sister! Are you annoying? Are you too difficult to serve?! Isn't it just an apple? Eat it yourself!" The white-haired boy Pietro yelled holding a knife.His trauma recovery speed is astonishing, and now he can bounce like a normal person—and mutants, why is there such a big difference!

After I woke up, he and his sister Wanda came to my ward to join in the fun.

I lay on the hospital bed and patted the pillow: "Presumptuous! Is this what you should say to your savior! Shouldn't you thank me for saving you? Let's not mention the tears and tears, I just want you to shave Do you want an apple?"

"...Damn it, you can't do it! I peeled more than ten apples for you yesterday!" Pietro boy complained, while continuing to peel.

I watched him peeling triumphantly: "I want to eat apples peeled into rabbits, especially those with cute rabbit ears!"

"I don't have the cute rabbit ears, do you want the butt!" Pietro gritted his teeth, raised his knife and said fiercely.

"...It's okay, Pietro, your injury is not healed, go back to your bed and lie down, I'll do it." The sweetheart on the side couldn't stand it anymore, grabbed Pietro's knife, and started peeling apples .

Pietro met my provocative gaze, and said indignantly: "I didn't provoke the captain, I don't understand, you said that you are a young man with such good conditions, if you openly recruit a girlfriend—"

Wanda interjected: "Hey, maybe there's a boyfriend!"

"Yes, what Wanda said is right, maybe there will be a boyfriend," Pietro immediately picked up, "The call team can line up from New York to Los Angeles, and there are still two teams! Why are you so desperate to hang yourself on a tree? ? And it’s a flat wild jujube tree!”

Me: "Damn it! Where's my gun?! I should let you be beaten into a sieve by a machine gun!"

But Sweetheart just smiled, lowered her head, held the apple, and turned the knife quickly in her hand: "Who can tell clearly about emotional matters?"

The voice is calm, without waves.I trembled and looked at his side face in fear.

Pietro and Wanda seemed to be aware of the change in the atmosphere, and got up and left without saying a word.Before leaving, Wanda gave me a "good for myself" look.

I woke up yesterday afternoon.

Sweetheart has been very busy recently, because many international organizations learned about the Sokovia incident and began to convene people to question the Avengers.They seem to be single-minded in wanting to punish Tony for developing Ultron, but how could they let this happen, sweetheart.With Fury's help, they are battling wits with various organizations.

He was just finishing up with some post-war affairs about Sokovia, and he took the time to check on me, just as I woke up.

He briefly told me about the status quo, and he left after a short stay.I felt suffocated and wanted to talk to him, but I couldn't.

Today he came back, but he just sat and watched me bicker with Pietro without saying a word.

I asked Wanda, and she said that Sweetheart hasn't slept since the Sokovia incident until now.He looks sober because of the serum.

But why is he still refusing to talk to me?

I have something very important to tell him.

Tony came by last night when no one else was around.As soon as I woke up, Dr. Zhao brought the regeneration cradle she had just repaired to treat my injuries.

This thing is really useful. My wound is almost healed, but not completely. Although I can go to the ground, I still have to lie on the bed.Dr. Zhao said that the effect of the current regeneration cradle is not as good as it used to be, otherwise I would be alive and kicking like Kuaiyin now.

Tony came to see me. On the one hand, he came to visit the patients. He also complained about his recent troubles.

"The United Nations is so boring," he said angrily.

I looked at the thick dark circles under his eyes and nodded sympathetically.

"I didn't come to you just to complain," Tony scratched his head, "Dr. The results were sent to me."

"Please tell me that the failure is temporary, thank you." His expression was a little serious, and my heart jumped.

Who knows, as soon as I finished speaking, he smiled: "It's temporary."

I breathed a sigh of relief, only to have him say again: "Actually, I have some good news for you—"

After listening, I opened my eyes wide and stared at him in disbelief. I thought my eyes were fine, but my ears had a problem again: "...Fuck! Fuck! Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Dr. Zhao and I are both scientists, not jokers, thank you."

"Did he... know?!" I pulled my hair desperately.

"It's better for you to tell him about it." Before leaving, Tony gave a strange salute.

Moved to the side of the bed, I took a look at Sweetheart, a little rabbit had already formed in his hand, and he was cutting one off.Seeing that he didn't object, I moved again.

He still bowed his head, and I mustered up the courage to turn over and get out of bed—"Get down." He said with his head down.

I didn't listen to what he said, I just tilted my body and smiled at him with my face in my hands: "Hey, my dear, you are very good at crafting!"

He raised his hand and stuffed the first rabbit into my mouth: "It's all because someone is difficult to serve!"

I smiled and chewed the little rabbit: "I heard that you haven't slept for a long time, are you tired? How about I lend you the bed, so you can take a nap for a while."

"No need, I have to watch you to prevent you from doing stupid things again." Sweetheart flatly refused, and the second little rabbit was formed in his hand, and he poked the rabbit with a toothpick and handed it over.

I took a bite, then reached out to take the remaining apple in his hand, and gnawed on it: "Did I make you angry again?"

Sweetheart glared at me, apple juice still in hand.I pulled a piece of paper from the bedside to wipe his hands.I heard him say in a low voice: "...Ellie, you scared me in Sokovia."

"Sorry, my butt is just right, so I can't let you out."

Sweetheart: "...you can lend me a pinch!"

"Don't be sullen again!" I threw the paper, but didn't retract my hand, I still held his hand, "I saved someone, you should praise me."

But Sweetheart didn't think so: "I kind of regret saying that to you."

"Which one?" I asked back, "Do you think the previous little chubby girl was cuter?"

"No," he smiled, a little helplessly, "it's 'what you should do now is to find a way to prevent the possible death that will happen next'——when you went to save Pietro, you thought about what would happen if you failed ?"

"Well," I curled my lips and threw away the apple I had eaten, "Anyway, I didn't foresee my death, so I won't fail."

"If you did die, you wouldn't have the chance to tell me that you foresaw your own death." Sweetheart glared at me again, "Thor told me one thing, he said that in myths and legends, all those who foresaw the future did not die well. "

"Don't believe him! Don't believe in myths! In myths and legends, Loki is still his uncle according to his seniority!" I said, and I was about to get off the bed, "According to the plot of the myth, he will have to pay attention to Ragnarok next, but Didn't Loki, one of the protagonists, die long ago?"

Before my feet hit the ground, Sweetheart grabbed me: "What are you doing? Didn't the doctor say that although your wound is healed, you still need to rest?"

I touched his face with a smile: "I have to go to the police station, I have been absent from work for so long without reason, I have to go back and give the officer an explanation—"

He probably remembered the officer Alance he saw at the gate of the building that day, and his face turned black instantly: "Don't go! Go back to the bed and lie on your stomach!" He said, pressing me down hard.

I quickly grabbed his arm to stop his behavior: "I have to go!"

Sweetheart disapproved and wanted to say something, but I snatched him away: "I have to go! I have to ask the officer for leave, one year leave!"

"...for looking for Bucky, I'll just come with Sam, you don't have to ask for a year's leave." Sweetheart loosened her hand and patted my head with her hand.

I faced him with the brightest smile: "No, I still have to ask for leave—maternity leave for one year!"

"..." Sweetheart looked at me, her gaze remained motionless, but her Adam's apple moved up and down. After a long time, he spit out the words from his throat, "...what did you say?"

I raised my eyebrows: "I said, I need a year's vacation to have a baby—" Before I could finish speaking, Sweetheart suddenly lifted me out of bed.

I half-kneeled on the bed, looked at his frowning eyebrows, and asked him cheerfully: "Sweetheart, are you stupid??"

"...no, just," he looked away from my face in confusion, looking down, resting his hand on my stomach, "just, just..."

I smiled without changing my face: "It's not here," he said, pulling his hand down, "Here, it's pretty flat."

His face flushed suddenly: "Ellie... If this is a joke, it's a bit too much..."

"Yeah..." He held my face in his hands, and I pressed it against him, rubbing the tip of his nose against his, and whispered softly, "I thought it was a joke when Tony informed me...but it's been almost two months since April Fool's Day It's..."

"Then did he say how long it's been...?" He was still pressing my lower abdomen.

"Two months, if it wasn't for the cradle of regeneration, it would take us some time before we would notice it." I put my arms around his neck, kissed his dry lips, and said jokingly, "Now, daddy, would you Are you letting me go on maternity leave?"

Sweetheart didn't answer.His tightly pursed lips concealed his slight trembling of surprise, he held my face with one hand, stared at it for a long time with his bright blue eyes without blinking, and then suddenly hugged me tightly.

I thought he was too surprised to say anything, but he whispered in my ear: "Well, Detective, well, Eleanor Sallers, son, Mrs. Rogers, well... this damn maternity leave made me Let's go with you!"

"Oh," I raised an eyebrow, "you just said a dirty word, Captain. Can I tell Tony that?"

"Never mind..." Sweetheart hugged me tightly again, I felt him kissing my hair, and spoke another string of unknown languages.

I did not understand.In other words, because I wanted to hold him tight so much, I didn't listen at all.

Wanda wears a lot of rings on her fingers, and I gnaw on the second apple that Pietro peeled today, looking closely at her rings.

And her ring-wearing hand was slowly and gently touching my lower abdomen: "It's amazing, is there really a baby here?"

"Looking at it now, it's just an embryo." Tony sat on the side talking, "And it's an ugly 20mm embryo."

"It's as if you didn't grow up from an ugly embryo." I retorted.

The widow stood by the bed and smiled: "I think Tony may have always thought that he had grown from a handsome embryo to a handsome fetus, from being born to a handsome baby, and finally growing up to be a handsome baby." big local tycoon."

"Correct answer." The big local tyrant raised his chin.

Clint strung an apple with an arrow and gnawed.He pointed to the sweetheart standing at the door chatting with the doctor: "How is this guy's reaction? I always thought that this old antique didn't like premarital sex very much. Now that he even has a baby before marriage, did he pass out with an 'ow' sound?" past?"

"No way, I think the captain is very energetic today." Pietro peeled an apple and looked out, "Is it still in the excitement period?"

"Our spiritual leader adapts quickly to society, and his mental resistance is stronger than you can imagine." After I finished eating the second apple, I threw away the core, "Don't peel the boy, you peel it Unappetizing."

Pietro rolled his eyes, and handed the peeled apple to Wanda: "Honey, this is for you."

Wanda smiled: "Thank you, dear."

The rest of us shuddered.

"Are they really brother and sister?" Clint asked.

"From the surname, yes." The widow replied.

"It doesn't look alike," Tony said.

"Yeah, a young and good-looking high school student, and a young man so old that I thought he was Steve's uncle." I said, "Genes are really amazing."

"Yeah, genes are weird." Clint winked at me. "We're a little concerned."

I stared at their malicious faces: "Why, what are you trying to say?!"

"Light a candle for the captain's next generation." The widow sister meant something.

"For a man as tall and strong as the captain, if he has a son who follows mommy... Tsk tsk." Tony said everything without saying anything.

"...Tony Stark! How dare you take your shoes off and let me put them on?!"

Tony raised his eyebrows and was about to speak when Sweetheart came back from the door.He looked at Tony, then at me: "What's wrong? Are you guys going to fight?"

"How dare you," Tony rolled his eyes, "I'm fighting with your wife at this time, isn't it because I'm looking for you to beat me?"

Sweetheart smiled, didn't answer him, just walked over: "Do you still want to eat apples now?"

"No, I want to eat chocolate." I said without hesitation.

"Can you eat chocolate?" Sweetheart's first reaction was to turn to look at Tony.

Tony looked annoyed after being watched by him: "What are you looking at me for? Do I look like someone who has given birth?"

"Uh, because you're a scientist." Sweetheart turned her head away in embarrassment, "It would be better if Dr. Banner was here at this time."

"What the hell, he said it a while ago, he's not an expert on food and safety." Tony replied angrily.

Before I had time to ask the doctor where he was, Thor came in happily, wearing an Asgardian suit and carrying a hammer.As soon as he came in, he came over and laughed: "Congratulations, LadyEllie!"

"Thank you," I responded with a smile, "but it's a pity, you're going back to Asgard soon."

"Oh, I wish I could come back before the little one is born," Thor laughed. "And, if I could come back then, would you like me to be the child's godfather?"

"Hey hey hey! Didn't you see that I'm still here?" Tony stared immediately, "It's not for you!"

"What! I'm here too!" Clint shouted not to be outdone.

"Oh, me too..." Pietro raised his hand, was stared at by the crowd, and retracted, "By the way, I'm still young..."

"Hey! Don't forget about me!" Sam poked his head through the door, "and Bucky, who I think is the most promising!"

"Then we have to see if you can get him back." The widow sister interrupted.

"Cap!" Tony roared, turning his gun to fire, "Tell me, who do you want to be the godfather of the child!"

Everyone immediately turned their attention to Sweetheart.

Sweetheart looked at me and shrugged: "I really miss Dr. Banner!"

"Yes, yes, a qualified godfather should be like him," I nodded in agreement, "No smoking, no drinking, no nonsense, no carelessness, no flirting, normal three views, positive, high IQ is wide-ranging, and good-natured, only a doctor, right?" Every time I said something, I saw that several people were shot by arrows, and one of the mustaches was even poked into a sieve.

"...The last one that has a good temper should be crossed out, okay?" Someone murmured, but no one dared to refute.

"Actually, Vision is quite suitable..." Wanda whispered.

Everyone turned their eyes to her again: "Are you serious?"

I thought about it carefully: "That's right, except for the abnormal skin color, he is completely normal. He was also very good to my tofu when he was Jarvis... um."

Sweetheart also nodded: "Let's see if we can get Dr. Banner back then."

"I'll get it back." Someone who didn't know answered in a low voice.

Thor is ready to go. Loki's scepter can't be taken back, but at least he should go back and speak to his father, the All-Father.

Before he left, I grabbed the power bank solemnly: "My phone is out of battery, please charge me before leaving!"

Thor: "...Thank you for remembering that I am Thor, LadyEllie." As he said that, he grabbed my phone with one hand, and a few lightning crackles lit up, and the phone immediately turned on again.

"Shouldn't you keep your mobile phone with you?" Sweetheart looked at my mobile phone and said.I subconsciously hugged my phone tightly.

"Don't worry," Tony waved his hand heroically, "Stark produced, the radiation is almost zero."

"It's 'almost'." Sweetheart said, still taking my phone away.

The place where we live now is not the Avengers Building, but the base of the new Avengers Training Center in upstate New York.

Three of the original Avengers—Tony, Thor, and the Doctor—leaved, but new Avengers joined in.

Maternity leave from NYPD is over, and I'm having a really easy time right now.Sitting in the aisle on the second floor every day, touching my bulging belly, accompanied by tofu who have eaten enough and had nothing to do, watching the sweetheart and the widow madly torturing the new avenger off the court.

The widow also asked me why I didn't just quit my job in the police station and join the Avengers, so that my sweetheart and my sweetheart could become partners in both life and work.

But I don't want to join the Avengers, I like my job in the police station - although I am not a competent Detective so far, even if I join the Avengers, I will not be a competent Avenger.

Why bother, just be here all day watching Sweetheart The New Avengers.

When I was suspended, I was still a policeman. After I gave birth, I was still a policeman when I went back.

Pregnant women are the best at being sentimental, and I often think back to when I first met Sweetheart.At that time, I spent most of my time patrolling the streets. Occasionally, I could run into a lost sweetheart and drive him around with a siren to play tricks.

It was at that time that I fell in love with Sweetheart's especially gentle smile.

Just like he's smiling now.

During the training break, Sweetheart walked over wiping off the sweat that didn't exist, sat on the railing, and Tofu hugged his leg coquettishly, begging to be touched.I handed him the water: "Just hitting Pietro wasn't hard enough."

"Hey!" Pietro threw his fist in dissatisfaction in the distance, and Sam smoothed his fur with a smile.

"Step by step." Sweetheart rubbed my head, "How do you feel today?"

"It's not that good." I rubbed my stomach and said, "I don't want to just sit around anymore, I also want to go down and beat people."

"I think you want to be beaten." Hawkeye, who was hidden somewhere on the roof of the training ground, gloated.

"Barton, come down quickly, we're about to go out on a mission." Sweetheart said in one direction towards the roof.

Sure enough, Clint slid down a rope from there with a bag of cookies in his mouth and said, "Say hello to my godson for me" as he passed me.

"You're not his godfather!" I retorted.

"Why are you so sure it's a boy?" The widow asked with a smile, "I think a girl who looks like Steve is pretty good."

Sweetheart rolled her eyes: "You think it's nice to tease me."

Wanda bent down while biting the juice straw, and stretched out her ring-wearing hand to touch my stomach: "If it's a boy, what name would you name him?"

Pietro immediately replied: "Just call me Peter!"

"Rejected." I made a sharp glance.

The widow sister raised her eyebrows knowingly: "Oh, I'm sure, the boy must be James."

Sweetheart smiled and said nothing, but I sighed: "That's a good guess."

"Huh? Why?" Wanda asked curiously.

The widow smiled and brushed her hair: "There's no reason, it's just a boring friendship of a man."

The new Vision looked at Sweetheart, then at me, and said, "Human emotions... are really incomprehensible."

All of us looked at him with complicated eyes, which made him wonder: "Did I say something wrong?"

"Not at all," Hawkeye replied, patting him on the shoulder, "It's just that Ultron once said this with emotion."

Vision: "...Oh."

Wanda failed to ask what would happen if it was a girl, and they were about to participate in the first practical mission after the establishment of the New Avengers. The widow sister took them all away, leaving only sweetheart.

Seriously, I don't want a girl, just look at me looking like this.I don't know if I should be raising the baby.

Sweetheart bent over, resting her gloved hand lightly on my stomach—ha, after a month of training, he's no longer looking for a baby above the navel.

I smiled and held his hand and said, "Come on, James, say hello to Dad."

Sweetheart smiled, grabbed my hand with her backhand, put it on her stomach and gently closed it: "I think it would be nice to have a daughter. I will try my best to teach her not to be like you."

I sneered: "Then I can't have a daughter."

"Don't worry, I want a daughter more than a son. I want to love her like a baby." Sweetheart knelt down and hugged me, "Well, since the son has already come up with a name, the daughter should also think of a name." What if this baby is twins like Pietro and Wanda. So, for the daughter, what should I name it...Jemma? Or, Jamie?" (Note: Jemma and Jamie are both James' female transformation body)

I couldn't help punching him.He really couldn't come up with any name except Bucky's name!

Sweetheart is holding me with his head on my shoulder and I can't see his face.But he was obviously holding back his laughter, which made his whole body tremble.

I lowered my eyes, bit my tongue with my teeth, and forced myself to pronounce the pronunciation naturally: "Leonie..."

Holding my sweetheart froze, she straightened up abruptly: "What did you say?"

"...Leonie." I gritted my teeth, suppressed the sore feeling in my stomach, and forced myself to say it again.

Sweetheart opened her lips slightly, was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Ellie, what you're talking about... If it's a girl, do you use this name?"

I nod.Now the base of my tongue is a little numb, my whole body is trembling, and I can hardly speak.

"Then...can I call you by your name now?" Sweetheart asked cautiously.

I nodded again, and at the same time I was fully prepared-if I don't feel well, I must not go crazy.At least he can't be as crazy as when the marinated egg said the name that time.

"...Leonie?" he said. "Leonie?"

My trembling suddenly stopped.

It's a wonderful feeling, every syllable of this name from the sweetheart's mouth is different from others, but there is no difference.However, I like the way he makes me feel when he calls me by my name.

As if, back to my childhood, I realized for the first time that the name my parents said was calling me.

Now they're gone, and it's my sweetheart who calls me.

"Say it again, Steve." I hugged Sweetheart tightly again, and he quickly hugged me too.

"Leonie, Leonie, Leonie..." Sweetheart repeated over and over without getting bored, "My Leonie, my little lion."

"Who is your little lion!" I couldn't help but patted his shoulder again, and then let him hug me so hard that he wanted to rub me into his body.

I close my eyes and rest my chin on his shoulder.

...Well, having a daughter would be nice too.

"Ellie," before Sweetie was about to leave, I sent him to the gate of the base, and he turned around and asked, "Why did you choose such a name for yourself?"

My eyes wandered: "Uh, this is the name of my favorite male star's girlfriend..."

"... Eleanor Sallers!"

I held his hand with a smile, not letting him go: "Leave a kiss, and you can go."

"...You bastard." Sweetheart said through gritted teeth, lowered her head and quickly kissed me on the lips, and then left the base amidst the laughter of me and others.

"Be careful on the road, Captain!" I shouted with a smile behind me.

"Woof—" Tofu howled.

Sweetheart turned her head and bowed, her smile was more dazzling than the sun in the sky: "Of order, Detective!"