Marvel’s Big Villain

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. wanted to send Captain America home, but he declined.

He is in a bad mood right now and just wants to be alone.

Walking alone on the streets of New York wearing a combat uniform, fortunately it is late at night, otherwise he would definitely be surrounded by fans based on his current popularity.

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

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

He didn't bring the key, and the spare key was buried in the flower bed by the door.

squeak~

"team leader!"

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

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

Hearing it was Sharon's voice, Steve didn't want her to worry, he turned his head and greeted with his usual gentle voice.

"Are you OK?"

After all, Sharon is a woman or a secret agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and her eyesight will definitely kill ordinary people.

With just one glance, she sees through the false smile and the sadness in Steve's heart.

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

"I'll rest tomorrow." Sharon walked out, wearing light pajamas: "Captain, I'm a professional nurse, and it's a basic skill to see through a patient's emotions."

Hearing this, Steve couldn't keep the smile on his face, and became depressed from expression to demeanor.

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

"You can tell me what's on your mind, don't hold it back, my aunt likes to chat with me the most." Sharon didn't plan to let him go, even her aunt Peggy moved out.

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

"You can sit down wherever you want, there is milk, coffee, orange juice in the refrigerator..."

"You sit down, I'll get it myself!" Sharon was very considerate, she pushed Steve to sit on the sofa, not letting him do it.

"Okay." Steve just couldn't be bothered to move.

"What do you want to drink?" Walking to the refrigerator, Sharon tilted her head and thought, "Yes!"

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

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

"This..." Steve was taken aback.

"I have a problem in my heart. Drinking alcohol is the best. I usually rely on alcohol to relieve stress at work." Sharon helped Steve find an excuse.

drink wine?

Steve wanted to refuse a little bit, but looking at the tempting liquid in the bottle, his restless heart suddenly wanted to be presumptuous, so he nodded in agreement.

"Then you go to take a shower and change clothes first, there is no one drinking in a combat uniform."

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

Compared with pure wine, she prefers to drink cocktails, and she has specially learned several preparation methods.

Ten minutes later, Steve walked out of the room in comfortable house clothes, and the table was already full of drinks.

"You sit down, I will be your bartender today, you can order whatever you want." Sharon smiled, and the smile was very healing.

"It's all right." Steve wiped his wet hair with a towel: "I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable about wine."

"I don't have time to go to bars, so I just drink at home alone when I have nothing to do. After a long time, I will become self-taught."

As Sharon spoke, she began to mix drinks.

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

"Cuba Libre! Taste it!" She pushed the glass to the other side.

Steve picked up his glass and took a sip.

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

Sharon was very happy to get an affirmative answer, and she drank the wine in one gulp.

Seeing this, Steve had no choice but to drink up the wine with her.

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

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

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

But considering Peggy's physical condition, there are many things I can't tell her, lest she worry and feel sad.

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

The two of them didn't talk to each other, they drank wine glass by glass, like a competition.

Sharon is also a talent. They have been in the 17th round, and neither of them has had repeated drinks.

When the eighteenth glass 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 speed of mixing drinks, and said in a gentle tone: "Is the task tonight not going well?"

Steve opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Sharon comforted: "It's okay, I won't leak the secret, and Ferry and aunt don't avoid me when they talk."

It turned out that after taking a reassurance, Steve finally opened up the conversation.

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

"That bastard killed people at the memorial... everything was over when we came here... corpses and blood all over the place..."

"You know...the river of blood even passed my ankles...I'm not someone who has never seen the world...but I haven't seen such a scene even in a concentration camp..."

Sharon listened carefully and pushed the glass over.

Steve downed his nineteenth drink in one gulp, then gripped the glass tightly.

"Then we started fighting... That bastard can become stronger by devouring humans... Ten days ago I was able to kill him with one move... But now he has become stronger than me..."

"I was at a disadvantage for a few minutes... Then he knew that S.H.I.E.L.D. had called for help and was about to escape...the agents surrounded him...and he used some kind of magic...one move...one shot Trick...there are countless spikes emerging from the ground...all those agents are dressed in hedgehogs..."

"We were chatting a few minutes ago...all of them died in a blink of an eye...that bastard killed someone and left in arrogance...and I can't do anything but watch..."

Sharon played the role of a quiet listener, until the American team held the bottle and drank wildly, unable to say a word in pain.

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

A bottle of 500ml whiskey was bottomed out, and Steve's eyes were red like blood: "Of course I know, but...they all call me the captain...but I can't save them...I can't even avenge them arrive……"

"I've been thinking these days...maybe I can't keep up with this era...I'm just Captain America 70 years ago...I should be buried in the glacier...become a legend forever..."

For a tough man to utter such negative words, he obviously suffered an unimaginable psychological blow.

The title of Captain America is more of a responsibility than an honor.

Steve is also a bad guy who likes to think for others. Once things go against his wishes, the heart-pounding self-blame and guilt will come to him, tormenting him so much that he would rather die.

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

"I don't know what the future will be like, but I believe that the era of 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 your old fan for more than ten years gone."

Steve was a little drunk, he let go of his hand covering his face, stared into Sharon's eyes and said 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 come to me for a drink."

Steve finally smiled and looked at her wantonly: "You look as beautiful as Peggy when you smile."

"Really..." Sharon blushed, "My aunt often said that too... um..."

In the silent apartment, two lonely hearts finally leaned close together.