I Am In Marvel

Tuo Bird Club, the main hall.

The classical lighting hanging on the surrounding walls and ceilings brightens the ballroom, and the beautiful tunes flow gently in the hall like water. A pair of gentlemen in suits and ladies in dresses are dancing gracefully, immersing themselves in this entertainment place far away from the smoke of war. above.

If the club here is not directly chartered, and professional dancers are dressed as dancing guests, when Kyle in a tuxedo appears in the ballroom, it will definitely arouse enthusiastic onlookers and sensations from the public.

Kyle, America's youngest major, a hero of American power and conquest. Since the Hydra was wiped out by uprooted annihilation, it has once again become a legend in the streets of Europe and the United States.

Although it would be an exaggeration to describe it as a 'legend', it is possible to influence and reverse the pattern of the entire European battlefield by oneself, and make Germany, a strong military force in World War II, hurt. In the eyes of American soldiers and some fanatical fans, Kyle is a veritable legendary hero, whose fame and prestige even far exceed that of generals and officers.

Europe is fine now. In the United States today, for domestic conscription propaganda films, six of the ten screening films must be exclusive to Kyle, and the other four are war documentaries where Kyle and Captain Steve fought side by side.

One can imagine how powerful Kyle's halo as a war hero is now.

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The hope dimmed and lit up again, and the confident young man came back keeping his promise.

Carter, who was standing in the middle of the dance hall, looked at Kyle who came out of the separated singing and dancing crowd, and was speechless for a while.

Kyle also remained silent, not knowing what to say, and finally took a deep breath and said, "Sorry, I didn't bring Steve back."

As soon as these words came out, the originally relaxed and pleasant atmosphere suddenly solidified and became heavy.

Carter took a few steps forward, shook his head and said, "You can't blame it all alone, and we can't predict what will happen on the fighter plane."

"No, what I can predict a little bit is that I don't take Schmidt seriously. I thought..." Before Kyle finished speaking, Carter shook his head at him again and said slowly: " Enough, that's all over."

After speaking, Carter stretched out his palm slightly forward, with a hint of anticipation hidden in his beautiful eyes, and his red lips lightly opened, "Didn't Steve ask you to come for him and invite me to dance? Why did you come here? , it's been two weeks."

"The sea is a bit far, and I'm late." Kyle made a random excuse, hesitated, and stretched out his hand like a gentleman like Howard, and took Carter's soft palm.

"You can't dance, I can teach you, just don't step on my shoes." Carter said, and he was about to dance slowly to the tune of the hall with Kyle.

"That's not necessary." Kyle laughed dumbly, there are not many common skills in the world that he can't say; even if there are, just read and draw cards directly.

In particular, the [Party Dance] green ability card was drawn from the woman Carter, but so far there is no chance to use it.

Just as the gentle music in the hall stopped, another fast and passionate song sounded.

Kyle directly took the initiative to take the initiative, and started to guide with no less than professional dance skills. Under the subtle control of strength, he hugged Carter's waist with one hand, and turned her to dance with a slight levitating rise.

Carter quickly followed the pace, the red skirt twirling and fluttering.

A hint of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes. She really didn't expect Kyle to be so skilled in this dance in addition to fighting and killing on the battlefield.

Kyle held Carter with one hand and the other's slender waist with the other, and danced in response to the increasingly exciting tune.

With his sturdy and perfect figure, wearing a tuxedo on his body will naturally outshine the thin gentleman in the urban greenhouse, a little less ruthless and murderous of a black combat uniform, and a little more gentle and handsome.

Paired with the cool and beautiful Carter tonight, the appearance itself is pleasing to the eye, and the dance moves of the two are both energetic and neat, with a tacit understanding, the difficult movements are easily completed, and each other's hand movements and steps are aligned with the song itself. 's tone.

I don't know when, Kyle and Carter have occupied the center of the ballroom, and the eyes of the surrounding people fell on them with amazement and admiration.

Until the end of the song, Kyle slowly supported Carter's slender waist and stopped her body, while Carter pressed his palms slightly on his broad chest.

As if amazed by the high integrity of the dance, the people in the dance hall applauded.

"This is the end." Kyle shrugged and retracted his hands.

There was a flash of loss in Carter's beautiful eyes, and he could only slowly put down his palm, and said in surprise, "I didn't expect you to be able to dance."

"I learned it from my parents at home before I was in the military." Kyle replied casually, and said bluntly, "Is there anything else I want to do? I just have time tonight."

"Are you going to go to the front line again tomorrow? By the way, you really haven't reported back to the base for half a month." Carter thought for a moment, then summoned up his courage and said, "Then, let's go to a bar."

"Drinking, you and me?" Kyle looked at Carter in amazement. Isn't this only drinking between comrades-in-arms and brothers? What kind of wine do men and women drink.

He thought for a while, and said with a slightly hesitant face: "You don't really like me like Steve said, do you?"

Carter was stunned for a while, avoiding Kyle's sophisticated eyes, and waved, "How is this possible, you think too much."

"That's good." Kyle breathed a sigh of relief and said with a relieved smile: "I'll just say, that guy Steve lied to me in the end. Even if he doesn't say that, I'll still take care of you."

"I don't need you to take care of me." Carter glanced at him and said in a colder tone, "Do you drink or not?"

Kyle nodded, "Drink. It's rare to relax at the end, why not drink."

"Just don't get drunk, I can't help a big man like you." Carter snorted coldly.

"Just kidding, how is that possible." Kyle shook his head boringly, but this worry didn't exist at all.

The metabolism of his super soldier's physique is four times that of a human being, so how can he pour a mere amount of wine?

The next morning.

The white gauze curtains were blown by the breeze from the window, and the dazzling golden sunlight poured into the room.

Kyle gradually woke up from the bed, and his head was still a little dizzy, with the slight after-effects of being drunk last night.

Really drunk.

Kyle was lying in the bed with a 'big' font and smiled bitterly. It was too disgraceful for a super soldier. He thought he would not get drunk, so he tasted different wines with different heights again and again, until he realized that when he was drunk, it was too late. too late.

However, this is also because he is in the rest phase, and it doesn't matter if he gets drunk once to eliminate the pressure of war.

"By the way, last night was really troublesome for Carter."

Kyle tore off the sheets and looked at the tuxedo uniform that was missing, replaced by the simple pajamas provided by the club.

He vaguely remembered that Carter and a few waiters spent a lot of time helping him into the room last night, and it seemed that Carter helped to change his clothes.

Then, there is no memory of being drunk afterwards.