[US Team + Avengers] The hero is the US team

Steve looked at Lucia's upturned mouth, slightly revealing dimples and bright round eyes, and wondered if this was the real world.He heard the sound of his blood rushing in his veins and Lucia's breathing—Steve had already persuaded himself whether he was wrong, because Lucia had never been to God's Realm, even though this idea came up Always accompanied by fierce rebuttals in the mind, but what else?Even if she was, the past seemed meaningless to Lucy.But now, now she actually said——

"I saw your figure in the dream, it is probably a memory replay, and I am sure I have not seen you in military uniform. This may be, Captain, I have been with you before. To be precise Say, it's my soul. In short, it goes like this—"

Could it be her?dew?Lucia Ryan?She didn't die, but her soul returned to her hometown?My own guesses, wild imaginations in the middle of the night, all the things I have secretly fantasized about—are they real?

Gradually, the voices of people and sirens on the street in the distance, the voices and activities of neighbors in the house, the sound of wind from indoor windows and the sound of electrical appliances running, all disappeared.What Steve could clearly hear was Lucia's crisp voice and his frantic heartbeat in front of him.After a while, he realized that Lucia had finished speaking, and now there was silence in the room.

He took a sip of tea first, and looked very calm: "Then what do you think?"

"…Honestly, Captain, I think it's kind of strange that we're sitting like this," Lucia said.

"Steve. Just Steve," he said.And also realized the weirdness of this atmosphere-if it was really the old Lucia, the dear Lucia he knew, then there must have been, at the very least, a hug or more between them.But it seems that although they love each other, they still get along like two strangers - no, this is not accurate.Steve can't be sure Lucia still loves him, even when she's thinking about the past - and that's the sticking point.

"What are you thinking?" Lucia asked.

i want to hug you.

"My...I mean, I'm sure you've seen that Lucy...my feelings are a burden to you?" Steve's nostrils fluttered slightly, his brows tightened—he looked like It's the no-nonsense Captain America.

"If I had to describe, I'm just now being told by my dreams a part of what I can't remember. And then that's the end of it. So for now I'm... I'm sorry, Captain," said Lucia.She stood up.

Instead, Steve managed a short smile, opened his mouth, and paused before saying, "You can call me Steve—we're old friends after all, aren't we?" He thought of Agent Carter, of Howard , and even remembered how it felt when she saw the video of Bucky in the museum—no, at least, she's still alive, isn't she?

Lucia moved closer to him, and Steve stood up involuntarily.He heard Lucia say, "However, those partial memories are good—so that explains a little bit of why I like you, Steve."

Steve raised his eyes suddenly in bewilderment and amazement.His brows were still furrowed, but there was already some softening of emotion in those light blue eyes.

"If you want an explanation, Steve, it's not that I've been dreamed of inexplicable admiration. It's just that I've never seen anyone like you since I can remember—you've got me, I Admit it." Lucia took another step forward.She looked calm and candid, with an almost unobtrusive innocence or bluntness, an expression that said, "I know it's allowed, I know you won't say no."Lucia is obviously active emotionally, she doesn't avoid it, she's not ashamed to mention it, and she is careless.Although she still looks youthful, her posture definitely belongs to a queen.She said: "Anyway, I can no longer have the passion for you that you remember, at least not now. But I still have other love for you, maybe it's not fair to you, I think indeed--"

He couldn't bring himself to stop her from talking, he knew she was right - a little unfair, wasn't it?Steve can understand that emotional inequality brings resentment and resentment, but, but—he feels grateful and happy.He couldn't resist even the slightest hint of affection from Lucia, and whenever he thought he was strong enough, Lucia always made him feel out of control. .

The lines of Steve's face softened, but he was suddenly so interested in the blanket on the floor that he devoted his entire life to focusing on the patterns on it.

Lucia grinned, almost childishly, and said, "Well, you know, I fancied you would bring this up first—are you free tomorrow night, Steve?"

Steve finally looked at her, and meeting her gaze, he allowed himself to think.It was successful at first, but Lucia stood closer to him, so the attempt soon failed, and he heard himself say, "I'm always free."

Then Lucia stepped up and gave him a hug.

Upon getting this hug, Steve suddenly remembered the first time he met the resurrected Lucia, when he did not imagine that they would stand together, win a battle together, and then reconnect with each other, like now —It's fine now.After all, he's got what he's always wanted.

Lucia left quickly.Before leaving, her dark eyes flickered with a smile, and she asked, "Dating you, do I need to join SHIELD, Steve?"

Steve was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't know how to answer. What she said made him feel more confused-this is indeed not a continuation of the 40s, but a new beginning of the 21st century.Lucia was different too, and so was her love for him—but, more importantly, something remained the same.

After thinking it over, Steve smiled.Then, for the first time since waking up, I started looking forward to tomorrow.

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Joanna finally rejected Johnson's date because her son John didn't like him.God, when she was in high school, she never thought that she would care so much about someone.Although she met her ex-husband when she graduated from high school, it turned out that he was not worth anything for him at all-John was different, he was an angel.

Anyway, the bakery she works in has been very busy recently, and she is almost exhausted after a day's work, not to mention she has to type—she is not in the mood to deal with a date, Joanna said to herself.

It was another Friday, which is usually the time when her bakery would be especially busy—and she would be extra tired.When it was finally closing time, she almost sat down on a chair for customers to rest in the shop, rubbed her ankles and let out a long groaning sound.

"Here you are, Jon." A cup of hot coffee was placed in front of her, and with a soft thud, her colleague Kate sat down next to her, "I paid for this out of my own pocket - thank you girl - — drink it and you'll feel better. Seriously, you look like you had a high at a party last night — don't tell me I got it right."

The hint of concern from her colleagues warmed her heart. Joanna wanted to tell her that she was writing a novel, but then she thought of the cold reception she received for her submission. She hesitated and lowered her eyes and said, "John is so naughty." —I wouldn't be surprised anymore if he killed someone in the house."

Kate shot her a sympathetic look.Joanna smiled at her, stood up with her coffee, and wanted to go back to the counter to finish the last work quickly.

"Honey, I'll go first, see you tomorrow." Kate said to her, and she pushed the door open.

Joanna nodded, her eyes glanced casually out of the window, the neon lights shining in the night in the distance, the bookstore opposite, the pedestrians on the street——

"Oh, God bless me," Joanna murmured, rushing eagerly to the glass window to get a better look, "is that Captain America—is he with his girlfriend?"

☆, dating