Beautiful Man

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent wanted to send the US team home, but he declined.

He is in a bad mood now, he just wants to be alone.

Walking alone on the streets of New York in a combat suit, fortunately it is late at night, otherwise he will definitely be surrounded by fans with his current popularity.

Both the memorial hall and the apartment are in Brooklyn. After walking for an hour and a half, I finally walked downstairs to the apartment.

In a bad mood and heavy steps, it took Steve ten minutes to reach the top floor.

He didn't bring the key, the spare key was buried in the flowerbed at the door.

Squeak~

"team leader!"

As soon as Steve opened the door, there was a voice behind him.

"It's me, you haven't slept yet."

It was Sharon's voice. Steve didn't want her to worry, and turned his head to say hello with the gentle voice as always.

"Are you OK?"

After all, Sharon is a woman or a secret agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and she absolutely kills ordinary people in terms of vision.

At a glance, she saw through the false smile and saw through the sadness in Steve's heart.

"It's okay, you go back to sleep, you have to go to work tomorrow." Steve's mouth raised slightly, trying to make himself look the same as usual.

"Tomorrow I will rest." Sharon walked out, wearing light pajamas: "Captain, I am a professional nurse. Seeing through the patient's emotions is the basic skill."

Hearing that, the smile on Steve's face could not be maintained, and his expression and temperament became depressed.

"It's okay, I just need to sleep." The machismo made him not want to bow his head in front of women.

"If you have anything to say to me, don't hold it back. Auntie likes to chat with me the most." Sharon was not going to let him go, even Aunt Peggy moved out.

Steve looked at her seriously, swallowed hard, and finally let her in.

"You can sit down and drink something, there is milk, coffee, orange juice in the refrigerator..."

"You sit down, I'll get it myself!" Sharon was very considerate, and she pushed Steve onto the sofa and sat down without letting him do anything.

"Okay." Steve just happened to be too lazy to move.

"What do you want to drink?" Sharon tilted his head and thought: "I have it!"

After a while, she carried a case of wine on the sofa table.

The wine in the box is very full, including whiskey, vodka, rum, gin, tequila...

"This..." Steve was taken aback.

"I have difficulties in my heart. Drinking is best. I usually rely on alcohol to relieve my stress because of work pressure." Sharon helped Steve find an excuse.

drink?

Steve wanted to refuse, but looking at the attractive liquid in the bottle, his irritable heart suddenly wanted to be presumptuous, so he nodded in agreement.

"Then you first go take a bath and change clothes. No one in combat uniforms is drinking."

Sharon smiled and ran to the refrigerator to get ice cubes, juice, wine glasses, and a few bottles of drinks and beer.

Compared to pure wine, she likes to drink cocktails more, and she also learns several methods of preparation.

Ten minutes later, Steve walked out of the room wearing comfortable home clothes, and the table was full of drinks.

"Sit down, I'm your bartender today. Order whatever you want." Sharon smiled, her smile very healing.

"It's okay." Steve wiped his wet hair with a towel: "I didn't expect you to study wine so much."

"If you don't have time to go to the bar, you can drink it at home alone if you have nothing to do. After a long time, you will be self-taught.

Sharon said, and began to mix.

First take a wine glass and put about 50 ml of rum, then add two-thirds of Coca-Cola, add a few drops of lime juice, and finally add lemon slices and ice cubes.

"Liberty Cuba! Try it!" She pushed the glass across.

Steve picked up the glass and tasted it first.

"Yeah! Not bad, the taste is very authentic."

Sharon was very happy to get a positive answer, and drank it in one shot.

Upon seeing this, Steve had to accompany her to drink up the wine.

After drinking, Sharon began to make a second glass of wine.

She went to drink the fragments today because she knew that Steve had always had a wall in his heart.

Even though he has gradually adapted to his current life, he is after all 70 years ago. The old friends of that era are basically dead. Now the only person who can open his heart is Peggy Carter.

But considering Peggy's physical condition, there are many things that cannot be said to her, lest she is worried and sad.

What Sharon has to do today is to replace his aunt and soothe his anxious heart, so Steve must be drunk before he can be taken off guard.

The two of them didn't speak, and drank wine by glass, just like a game.

Sharon is also a talent. It has been seventeen rounds, and neither of them has drunk repeated drinks.

When the eighteenth cup of wine was poured into their stomachs, their faces were a little red, and it seemed that the super soldiers could not resist the attack of alcohol.

Sharon slowed down the bartending speed and said softly, "Is the task tonight not going well?"

Steve opened his mouth, wondering if he should say it.

Sharon comforted: "It's okay, I won't leak secrets, and Fury and Aunt will not avoid me when talking."

So, after taking a reassurance, Steve finally opened the chatterbox.

"It's not smooth, it's a complete failure."

"That bastard killed someone at the memorial... Everything was over when we came... The floor was full of corpses and blood..."

"You know... the blood gathered in the river didn't pass my ankle... I'm not someone who has never seen the world... But even in the concentration camp of **, I have never seen such a scene..."

Sharon listened carefully and pushed the glass over.

Steve finished the nineteenth glass of wine in one sip, then squeezed the glass firmly.

"Then we started fighting... That bastard's strength can be strengthened by devouring humans... Ten days ago I was able to kill him with a single shot... But now he is stronger than me..."

"I have been at a disadvantage for a few minutes... Later, he knew that S.H.I.E.L.D. had called a helper and was ready to flee... Those agents surrounded him... As a result, he didn't know what magic he used... Trick... countless spikes popped up on the ground... all the agents were wearing hedgehogs..."

"A few minutes ago we were still chatting... all died in a blink of an eye... the bastard left arrogantly after killing... and I couldn't do anything but just watched..."

Sharon acted as a quiet listener until the US team was holding the bottle and rushing wildly, unable to say a word of pain.

"Captain, it's not your fault, you have tried your best."

A 500ml bottle of whiskey bottomed out, and Steve’s eyes were red with blood: "Of course I know, but... they all call me Captain... But I can’t save them... I can’t even help them get revenge. To..."

"I've been thinking these days... Maybe I can't keep up with this era... I was just Captain America 70 years ago... I should be buried in a glacier... Become an eternal legend..."

An ironclad man who was able to say this kind of denial of himself was obviously suffering an unimaginable psychological blow.

In addition to honor, the title of Captain America is more of a responsibility.

Steve is also a bad guy who likes to think for others. Once it turns out to be contrary to his wishes, he will be approached by the heartbreaking self-blame and guilt, and the tormented him is desperate.

Sharon stood up and sat next to him, squeezing his hand firmly.

"I don't know the future will be like this, but I believe that the era of having Captain America must be better than the past. No matter what the final result of this war is, I will firmly support you. I am a fan of yours for more than ten years. Up."

Steve was a little drunk. He let go of the hand covering his face and stared at Sharon's eyes emotionally, "Thank you!"

Sharon smiled slightly and shook her head shyly: "It's okay, if you are in a bad mood in the future, you can find me to drink."

Steve finally smiled and looked at her presumptuously: "The way you laugh is as beautiful as Peggy."

"Really..." Sharon blushed, "Aunty often said that too... Uhhh..."

In the quiet apartment, two lonely hearts finally came close together.