American comics: This guy is crazy

Diana woke up leisurely and saw a man wearing a black helmet.

Subconsciously, he touched the Vulcan Sword to prepare for defense.

"Your Highness, I am the consort."

Allen lifted his mask and revealed a smile that he thought was handsome but was actually very vulgar.

"It is you."

Diana closed her eyes and let out a breath.

"Hey, hey, why do you look so disappointed? Am I not handsome enough?" Allen said angrily.

"Um…"

Diana responded softly.

"Uh..., my heart was crushed like a little raccoon noodles."

Allen held his chest with one hand, dug into his armpit with the other, and said fiercely: "I'll put on makeup and make you look so handsome."

Diana watched quietly, only to see Allen take out a pen and draw on his face.

After a while, he put away the pen and stuffed it back into his armpit.

"Handsome."

Allen frowned slightly, cast a straight look, pretended to be serious, pointed to his face and explained: "Charm, force, four, shoot."

Suddenly, Diana was messy in the wind.

He really has the words "charming" written all over his face.

"Why am I unconscious?"

Diana stared, already guessing that it might be related to Allen.

"You were poisoned, and I was the one who detoxified you." Allen's eyes evaded, and his tone was a little twisted.

"Did you put the poison?"

"It was an accidental injury."

Faced with Diana's cold eyes, Allen acted very calmly.

"Why do I feel sticky in my throat?" Diana rubbed her neck, trying to smooth it down.

"Maybe he drank sea water, which was too salty and caused excessive salivation."

"real?"

"real."

Allen tilted his head to the sky and no longer dared to look at him.

You can't tell the truth and use a mouthful of thick phlegm to detoxify.

After taking the antidote, antibodies are secreted in the body within a short period of time, so the saliva has a detoxification effect.

"Your Highness, did you run away from home because of me? I'm so touched." Allen shyly changed the subject.

"You think too much."

Diana couldn't help but roll her eyes and said: "I want to defeat Ares and regain my glory."

"For a mobile phone?"

"..."

In the more than two months since Allen left, the Allied forces defeated the enemy in the first half of the month.

As a result, the Nazi army launched a counterattack, not only equipped with epoch-making laser weapons, but also the enemy's fighting spirit was extremely tenacious, causing all the previously established victory results to be spit out.

Now it has turned into a tug-of-war, with each war zone like a meat grinder. Both sides are constantly sending troops to compete for important strategic locations.

As soon as Allen landed in Europe, he immediately contacted the military contact point.

To put it simply, it was the recruiting office, supplying new recruits to the Allied Forces.

Even if America's homeland is far away from the battlefield, she does not dare to recruit all her troops from her own country. In fact, the current casualty rate is too high, so we can only share it equally among everyone to reduce the loss of manpower.

Get on the military plane and head straight to the battlefield where Steve is.

After all, Allen's identity is extraordinary and he belongs to SHIELD, so someone will quickly arrange a response.

During this period, a very unfortunate thing happened.

Bucky died during a mission, and his body was never recovered.

"It seems that he failed to escape the fate of becoming the Winter Soldier after all."

Allen realized that the timeline has a correction function, and the destiny of the established existence will eventually become what it should be, no matter how much interference is exerted.

Waiting to arrive at the camp, there are many new faces in the commando team.

It seems that S.H.I.E.L.D. has discovered the value of mutants and has been recruiting talents from all over the world to join the team to perform special tasks. Maybe it will secretly establish more super teams.

"Old man."

Allen glanced at Steve sitting on the steps in the distance, lost in thought with a sad look on his face.

Hearing the familiar voice, Steve came back to his senses and looked at Allen, who was wearing armor.

"Welcome back."

There was no joy on Steve's face, he was still silent in the grief of losing his best friend.

Allen patted the steps, sat next to him, and said, "Don't be so sad, Kiba is not dead."

"not dead?"

Steve's expression was extremely serious. He could tolerate Allen's usual crazy words, but he could never joke about Bucky's death.

"He may have fallen into the hands of Hydra. I don't know his specific location now. Anyway, you will meet in the future." Allen described seriously: "In the future, if you meet a silver-white metal arm with medium-long hair and a The person wearing the mask is Kiba, but he has been brainwashed and doesn’t recognize you.”

Sure enough, if you can’t believe what a madman says, how can you make it any more outrageous?

Steve let out a sigh of relief, not paying attention at all.

"I'll teach you how to relax."

Allen said seriously: "When you are in a bad mood, you should say dirty words. Say to me, Red Skull is a bitch."

At this time, Steve frowned and stared for a long time without saying a word.

"Don't be embarrassed, just say it." Allen encouraged him.

"..."

"It was too difficult to explain at first. Let's change it. The Red Skull is a coward who likes to wear a mask."

Looking at Allen's expectant eyes, Steve opened his mouth slightly, looking like he was hesitating to speak.

"speak out."

"..."

Steve took a deep breath and said, "The Red Skull is a coward."

Allen waved his hands upward, signaling: "Louder."

"The Red Skull is a coward in a mask."

Steve did as he was told, and at the same time, his tight brows relaxed a lot.

The culprit of Bucky's death was the Red Skull, and he really couldn't be polite at all.

"Very good, let's add some modal particles."

"The Red Skull is a cowardly pussy in a mask."

"Add a few qualifiers."

"The Red Skull is a coward and a sissy."

…

After repeated guidance from Allen's professionals, Steve successfully mastered the essence of swearing. He looked refreshed and could spit out the fragrance without any further guidance.

"Red Skull, you are a bastard who has no love from your mother at one year old, no love from your father at two years old, you peeped at people bathing at three years old, forced others to watch you bathe at four years old,... at five years old, and even wet the bed at eighteen years old."

After greeting the Red Skull endlessly from one to eighteen years old, Steve seemed to be in high spirits and had entered a state of letting himself go.

At this time, Allen quietly walked away, all because people in the camp cast strange looks.

"Princess, this person is so unqualified. Unlike your DC heroes, who are polite, Marvel heroes are just so mean."

Allen looked like he didn't recognize the other person, and his words were full of justice.

If she hadn't witnessed the whole thing, Diana would have really believed this guy's lies.

Look, he was originally a very upright person, but he was immersed in grief, and you just took advantage of it and taught him to become a strong-mouthed king.

…

A sneeze, a sneeze, a sneeze...

Far away in the Hydra bunker, Schmidt was formulating a careful plan and decided to give America a beating.

Halfway through the discussion, he couldn't stop sneezing.

"Sorry, maybe I caught a cold because I didn't sleep well at night." Schmidt explained to a gentle middle-aged man next to him.

"Your Excellency, please take care of yourself, you are the future king of the world."

A hint of scarlet flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he continued the unfinished topic with a smile.