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

The light in the tavern was dark yellow, and the singing voice was floating in the warm air, which seemed to be also dark yellow at this time.Steve sits at a table with his companions.

Among the group of soldiers who were drinking and chatting happily, Steve Rogers, who was equally excited, seemed to be an unremarkable one.But at a glance, he must be the first person to notice.Not only because of his handsome face--that's not enough to make him stand out, there are plenty of good-looking boys--but because there's something resolute, convincing, and indescribably superior about him.It kind of feels like -- when he's in front of you, it's like a subconscious choice to trust him, follow him, listen to him -- he's going to lead his team to the right, as long as it's just .And you can't help but believe it.

Lucia watched for a while, and she found that people around Steve seemed to have an unspeakable respect for him, and some boys even imitated Steve's behavior unconsciously.Whenever he spoke, others were paying attention to him intentionally or unintentionally.Not to mention that many girls are staring at him.

She unconsciously showed a very faint smile, and her dimples loomed.Under the light, Lucia Ryan’s facial features are smooth and clear, with black hair and red lips in a white dress—this color contrast is even more intense under the light, as if condensed into an oil painting. This smile makes this oil painting transcendent Ordinary, there is a kind of beauty that makes people hard to calm down.

Several people came to invite her to dance, and the replies they got were all polite refusals.Finally, Steve meets her eyes—he blinks at her, the expression on his face softening, then stands up and walks over to her.She hears Bucky next to Steve pat him on the shoulder (firmly) and let out a knowing laugh.

"You've got a team, Captain America." Her voice was soft and slow (from the pain—although she's nearly numb to it now), but as brisk as she could be: "Congratulations."

Steve is wearing a dark green military uniform today, all the buttons are meticulously fastened, the tie is straight, and the whole body is neat and docile. At the same time, what cannot be ignored is his handsomeness—broad shoulders and slender waist, long legs and hips, brilliant blond hair, and blue eyes clear.His back is straight (perhaps a military habit), but the lines of his shoulders are relaxed.Putting his hands in his pockets, Steve lowered his head and smiled at Lucia, his eyes curved up, showing his white teeth, and his confident and vigorous demeanor needless to say—he was indeed full of hope.

Lucia was involuntarily drawn to him, as if summoned, and she raised her eyes to gaze into his clear pupils (blue-green in the dim light of the bistro)—seeing two smiling reflections of herself, Shi Tiff seemed to want to say something, but words were the most redundant when he met her eyes, so he closed his mouth.

Lucia smiled and said, "Captain America, did I tell you that this suit is especially suitable for you? You have me mesmerized, honey."

Only then did Steve notice the blush on her face: "Well, I think you've been drinking." He touched (very lightly) Lucia's hot cheek to confirm his guess: "Also Drink a lot."

Lucia ignored his hand and kept smiling: "You have a beautiful smile, baby, do you want to smile?"

"Oh...", Steve frowned, the corners of his mouth curled down, his eyes looked at her tenderly, showing a helpless expression.

Still ignoring Lucia, she stretched out her hand, slid her fingers across his Adam's apple (he gulped), all the way down, and fiddled with the buttons on the chest of his military uniform.Lucia's eyes became lingering like sticky sugar silk, and his and her eyes met in the air—Steve blushed slowly even though he didn't answer her request.

Lucia's dimples gradually faded, she blinked slowly, and parted her lips slightly, as if she had something to say, and what she wanted to say was-obviously-written in her dark eyes.Steve could smell her very faint scent, which was the clearest scent he could smell at the moment—the look on Lucia's face could make any man feel dangerous, but for some reason, compared to danger, At this moment, Steve was more eager to gaze into her watery eyes—suddenly, Lucia stood on tiptoe, grabbed Steve's tie, and forced him to bow his head with a little force (he quickly licked lips), pressed his other hand on his shoulder, and pressed a kiss on his lips—Captain America did not refuse.

It seemed like a moment had passed, and it seemed like a long time, Lucy couldn't help but smile lightly on his lips.Peaceful emotions surged, as if water surrounded Lucia, but besides that, there was a bright, fragrant, sweet, and flexible emotion mixed in the turbulent waves, it was so different, with As for what she felt most clearly was this novel emotion—did the alcohol numb the pain?Her heart hardly aches now.

She noticed the rise and fall of Steve's chest, and looked up at his face at the moment—red lips, white teeth, eyebrows stretched, bright blue eyes that seemed to hide an endless sea of ​​​​stars.Steve wasn't smiling, his golden brown eyelashes drooping down, just looking at her, his gaze could melt the coldest ice.

Steve called her by name: "Lou." His voice sounded like the name of a flower.

The two looked at each other again, and Steve's eyes on her made her blush involuntarily, and she felt as if an electric current passed through the spine behind her, and the numbness spread all over her body from there.Lucia leaned gently into his arms, she needed his warmth now.

Unconsciously playing with the buttons on the chest of his uniform, after a while, both Lucia and his rapid heartbeat slowed down bit by bit.Neither of them spoke. Although the singing and human voices in the bar were still there, Lucia felt so quiet at the moment.

After a while, Steve keenly felt that Lucia's fingers were gradually no longer resting on his buttons, but tapping rhythmically on his chest. Every touch of her slender fingers felt like a dot On the surface of the water, a tingling sensation like an electric shock ripples through his body—it takes Steve a while to realize what it sounds like to the beat of some music.Lucia hummed lightly to the beat, and she sweetly said, "Steve, do you know what song this is?"

Steve replied honestly, "Uh...I can't hear it." He didn't have any musical skills, at most he could only tell that Lucia's voice was still beautiful.

Lucia unabashedly let out a series of pleasant laughs - Steve didn't quite understand why she was laughing, but he knew that it seemed a bit inappropriate to ask at this time, so he chose to keep silent.

Steve heard her laugh stop abruptly again—"Memoria da Noite." Lucia leaned against his chest, feeling his hand unfamiliar on her waist.

Steve opened his mouth in confusion, "what?"

She said lazily, "Memories of the Night. It's not a standard Spanish song, it's all in Galician dialect—you know, Celtic style." After finishing speaking, she said firmly and uncompromisingly Asked: "Want to hear me sing?—By the way, no negative answers are accepted."

Steve: "..."

Lucia puts her hands behind her back to pull her long hair, only to find that it has been cut short after arriving at the front, and she has to put her hands in Steve's fiery hands (she is surprised to find that his hands are bigger than hers. a lot).Then she looked up, showing him deep dimples and a naive, heartless smile: "So... a simple exchange: carry me back. Deal, Mister Rogers?—Again, no negative answers ."

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"Steve, your eyelashes are so long! Can I touch them? Uh...in that case, no, forget it."

"Steve, you have a beautiful nose!"

"Steve you know what, your lips are so red - I gotta say it's very sexy..."

Steve: "..." God, she really drank a lot.

Steve had no choice but to call her name awkwardly: "Lucia..."

Lucia laughed happily, she really had a good time tonight.

Under Steve's persuasion, she finally calmed down and instead lay quietly on his back, as if thinking.Lucia's face was almost pressed against his neck, and with every breath there was a ball of hot gas that couldn't be avoided hitting Steve's skin. What, but carrying her was still a difficult task.

After a while, she seemed to have come to a conclusion, and said decisively, "I hate war."

The smile on the corner of Steve's mouth faded a little, and he said calmly: "This is something you can't choose, Lu. We can't change Hitler."

Lucia was quiet again, she thought for a while again, and said sullenly: "I hate Hitler."

Steve laughed, and he said inclusively, "Okay."

Lucia wrapped her arms around his neck unhappily, put her chin on Steve's shoulder, and whispered into his ear, "I hate Hydra, too."

Steve forbearance said: "Okay."

Her voice deepened, murmuring in his ear: "Honestly, I've seen the Hydra man...he just drives me crazy. Despite his determination, it makes me sick—like swallowing Like an earthworm, it's very, very, very uncomfortable." Lucia said the word clearly several times, and the warm air breathed in his ears.

"I don't understand...my uncle is so obsessed with the power of the serum...he's almost obsessed with it."

"He even went to..." Lucia's voice was lost in the wind, and she stopped talking, and instead said, "I've got a damn bad impression of what a serum is and you have no idea - that's why I was so worried about you back then. "

She rubbed her cheek against his ear and asked innocently, "When you got the serum, Steve, did it hurt?"

Steve bit back an itch and replied, "That's nothing, it was a long time ago. ... Seriously? Maybe it's cool?" His answer made Lucia chuckle.She blinked and couldn't help but kissed his temple.

After a pause, she asked again—she seemed to be enjoying this boring activity this evening—: "Do you hate war, Steve?"

"I don't hate war if it doesn't bring any sacrifices," he replied with restraint.

Lucia fell silent.She thought for a while, stretched out her hands to gently brush the smooth blond hair in front of her, and comforted softly: "Don't feel sad. It's not your fault." After speaking, she rubbed them again, as if to make them more messy That's good.

Steve was silent for a while, then lowered his head and said stoically, "Lucia, please don't do this—take your hands away, okay?"

Lucia let out an unhappy moan from her nose, but she obediently took her hand away, and gently pressed her face against Steve's warm skin, feeling his warmth.

Then she tried to touch the skin on the back of his neck with her lips, and just as she was about to touch his red ears with her lips, Steve couldn't bear to call her name - "Lucia Ryan!"

uh ok.A hero does not suffer immediate losses, and a wise person would not choose to defy Steve Rogers at this time.Of course she is wise, Lucia thought.

There are stars tonight.They are shiny, finely divided, and scattered in the night sky in great numbers.Lucia squinted her eyes for a while, stretched out her hands to compare in confusion, looked at her own hands again, pursed her lips and made a booming sound, then got down on the ground again, clinging to Steve.

After a while, Lucia couldn't help but said, "Steve, are you happy that people think you're a hero now?"

The two of them were quiet for a while, but before Steve could give his answer, Lucia said to herself again: "There are many heroes in the world, Steve, maybe Captain America is one of them. But It's okay," she held his shoulders, thought for a moment, and said seriously, "I mean, sweetheart, I will protect you. I swear."

Lucia had had enough ramblings on this long night, and Steve was subconsciously amused again.But somehow, this time he felt a soreness - as if some soft weapon had hit his heart, so that he could not even speak a word now.Steve remained silent, as if he was processing complex thoughts in his mind, or as if he was just staring blankly, thinking nothing.

The wind at night is cool, with a bit of salty breath.

After a long time, he said softly, "Thank you, Lucy."

no answer.

Steve heard even breathing—the girl on his back had fallen asleep at some point.

☆, lost