[Comprehensive British and American] Deep love and one net

It was a pair of men's rings, all silver in color, and looked like nothing more than two rings.

Angus grabbed one of the rings and presented it to Peter, motioning for him to see.

Nearby, Peter changed the angle, and Peter noticed a row of tiny words on the inside of the ring.

Mix uppercase and lowercase words together to form sentences.

love you forever.

The two rings bear different signatures.

"Didn't you say earlier that there was a girl pestering you—although it turned out that she pestered you to gain your trust so that she could absorb Spiderman's extraordinary life force—but after I heard what you said, I was thinking, how to let others know You are not single, so keep it at a respectful distance."

"Then you thought of the ring?"

"Yeah, wearing it on the ring finger, it's obvious that the love will last forever!"

Angus stretched out his hand towards Peter as he spoke.

Peter put the ring with his name on Angus' finger.

"I've always been curious, why are these rings worn on the ring finger?"

"It is said that this was passed down from ancient Greece..."

Peter immediately remembered the ancient Greek legend that Angus had told before, the story of Hercules who slept fifty of the king's daughters in one night. As he thought about it, he couldn't help but think that Angus would give him science popularization next. The content of it is probably great, "Because putting it on the ring finger will last a long time? Sexuality?"

"Of course not!" Angus felt that it was necessary to carry detergent with him, "because the ancient Greeks studied that there is a blood vessel in the ring finger that directly communicates with the heart, and wearing a ring on the ring finger means that the other party and this love Deeply locked in my heart!"

"Oh!" Peter looked suddenly enlightened, "Then you are going to wear a long string of rings for me. I want to fill my heart with you, even this unique blood vessel!"

Angus rolled his eyes, "I'm afraid it's unnecessary, I've already eaten your heart into my stomach!"

Peter laughed loudly, and rushed over to hug him again, "The senior's love talk is still at a high level!"

The two made a fuss in the car for a while before rushing on their way.

When Bruce sent a message to care about them, they hadn't arrived home yet.

"Did something happen on the road?" Bruce couldn't help worrying. After all, it took at most three hours to go back to New York City from Gotham City. Why has it been a long time, and the two guys are still on the way?

"It's okay, it's okay, the two of us are playing and hurrying, so it's delayed."

What else could Angus say, he could only be perfunctory.

As smart as Bruce, once Angus said that he was just having fun and wasting time, he guessed all the possible situations in seconds, so he didn't ask too much.

Peter drove the rest of the way to their beach house.

Angus originally planned to sit in the co-pilot, but with some soft pillow on it, he also felt uncomfortable when driving bumpy, so he simply went to the back.

When they got home, Angus had already fallen asleep on the back.

He curled up and lay on his side, not sleeping very peacefully:

The brows are slightly furrowed, and the eyeballs sometimes move.

Peter heard from a professor in an open psychology class that if a person's eyes still move after sleeping, it means that the sleeping person is dreaming.

And he frowned, indicating that the dream the other party had was unpleasant.

"So, what did the senior dream about?" Peter couldn't guess, "If you don't dream, you are being bullied by me?"

He gently lifted Angus out of the car and put him back on the huge bed in the bedroom.

What Angus likes most is sleeping on the bed. Sometimes he reads, plays with his mobile phone or has breakfast in bed.

The reason why this bed is so favored is not only that the bed itself is of high quality, but also the bed sheets are all made of the best materials.

Peter has rough skin and thick skin, and he has long been used to the softer sheets and bedding. The single bed he sleeps in is just an ordinary and cheap iron frame bed.

Besides, for Spider-Man, it doesn't matter much to fall asleep with two spider silks.

There is no need to be pretentious to catch up with that kind of thing. Peter thinks that he can have a sweetheart wherever he is, and he doesn't mind all kinds of fun.

It's just that Angus likes soft and soft beds.

Now Peter put Angus on the bed that they are already familiar with, he is like a little rabbit who has found a suitable nest, his body twists and turns, his limbs relax, and even his brows relax , I slept much more peacefully.

"Senior, did you fall in love with the bed?"

No wonder Angus went to Mei's house to look for him in the middle of the night, no matter how much Peter coaxed him, Angus couldn't sleep, and the next morning there were light dark circles under his big eyes.

At that time, Peter still secretly confessed, thinking that he couldn't hold back the noisy scene at night, but now it seems that he is not to blame.

He leaned close to Angus's face and pecked lightly on his forehead, "I'll take a shower first and come back to sleep with you."

In broad daylight, how do you sleep well?

Fortunately, it was rainy outside, even if the curtains were not drawn, the room was still dark.

Seeing Angus sleeping so soundly, Peter was also full of sleep.

Even if you can't sleep, taking a bath and lying next to your sweetheart to play with your mobile phone is also very good.

Peter thought that Angus could sleep so well because of the exhaustion of the journey and the exhaustion of the wild box, so he was particularly sleepy.

He didn't know that Angus was exhausted physically and mentally, and he finally relaxed.

Although he could sleep, he was also worried in the dream.

The so-called thinking day by day and dreaming at night, all the troubles of the past few days were tormenting him in his dreams.

The crisis in Gotham City has indeed been resolved, but the poisonous gas brought in by the clown, as well as the problem of mummies in New York City before, are all troubles.

Angus fell into a drowsy sleep for a long time, and when he woke up, Peter was beside him, also asleep.

Outside, the waves were rolling and the clouds were overcast. Such a gloomy weather was very similar to Angus' mood.

He cautiously got off the bed.

Rumlow's phone was not connected, he was busy.

If Rumlow is not on a mission, his phone is always in ring mode.

Even if you forget to cancel the silent mode, for a single dog, the mobile phone is the other half that is always in front of you anytime, anywhere.

In the non-task state where he can touch the mobile phone, Rumlow answered Angus's call in seconds.

Angus had no choice but to hang up the phone and wait for his reply.

Maybe it will take another half a day for him to call back. When agents are on missions, private mobile phones are sometimes not allowed to be carried.

Angus had heard from Peter himself that he once went out to catch bad guys with his ringing cell phone, but his roommate Ned called and rang the ring on the spot, causing him to be followed and almost bombarded.

When agents encounter such a situation during missions, the consequences will be even more serious, because they are just ordinary people, flesh and blood, and they are not as dexterous as Spiderman's reaction speed and escape ability.

Therefore, when Rumlow did not answer the phone, Angus would not call again.

Looking back, when Rumlow saw his call, he would definitely reply.

However, while waiting for his call, Angus was in a state of confusion. He wanted to wake Peter up and discuss with him, but he couldn't.

The recent tampering of Peter's memory was just to protect him.

Angus would definitely not drag Peter into trouble, he would rather carry it alone.

Rumlow's call was long overdue.

"Are you okay, I just found out." His voice was tired and worried, and he drilled into Angus' ears silkily.

"What's wrong with you, have you gone on a mission?"

"Is it settled in Gotham City?"

"Yes, I'm fine, nothing, what's the matter with you?"

Angus was a little anxious. Rumlow was still the same, and he was more worried about him than his personal safety.

Rumlow wanted to pretend nothing had happened, but just as he was about to speak, he coughed.

He quickly put the phone away from himself and covered his mouth.

He was very glad that this was a voice call, not a video call. Ever since he knew that Angus had a sweetheart, he hadn't made a video call again.

The voice call will not let the other party see his current appearance. Although the blood on his body has dried up, the little spots are really ugly.

What's more, there were bloodstains on his face, and the hand holding the phone had been washed, but it wasn't very clean at all.

After being washed by water, the dry blood on his hands became wet again, and he didn't have time to wash it again, nor wipe it clean.

There were only two towels in the safe room, and he had to use them, and he didn't want to get them dirty.

Rumlow originally wanted to find a wet wipe to wipe off the blood on his face, but he had no energy left.

He slumped on the bathroom floor, trying to adjust his breathing to sound normal.

"I didn't drink much water today, my throat is itchy."

Rumlow put the phone back to his ear, but there was no response from the other end. He put it down to look at it, and hung up the phone.

The rain was beating on the windows, one after another, the wind picked up again, and together with the swift raindrops, the windows of the safe house were flapped and rattled.

Rumlow struggled to sit up from the ground, he had to bandage the wound.

How long had it been since he had suffered such a serious injury, he could no longer remember.

Today's mission is also strange, all the firepower seems to be aimed at him alone.

However, the more important thing right now is to deal with the wound, and the liquidation will be discussed later.

There was no time for the hygiene box to be placed on the table, so he turned the medicine box upside down, and everything was scattered on the floor, making it easier to find what he needed.

His stomach was also growling, and his head was buzzing and he was not awake.

Fortunately, there were a few bottles of wine nearby. He grabbed the beer bottle, opened the can with one hand, and drank it in one gulp.

It's really uncomfortable to drink on an empty stomach, and after drinking a bottle of wine so impatiently, after entering the stomach, there is a burst of burning pain.

But he can't take care of so much anymore, maybe it hurts because he hurt his intestines?

Fuck him, pain is a good thing anyway, he's still alive.

Rumlow grabbed another bottle, his stomach was overwhelmed, and cold sweat fell straight down.

At this time, he was keenly aware that someone was opening the door of his room.

who is it?

Grant Ward didn't even know it was here!

Rumlow pulled out a gun from under the table, and the door suddenly opened.

Only then did he realize that he had told Angus this address!

"I'm sorry, I'm out of my mind..." He propped himself up against the wall and barely let himself fall.

Angus closed the door behind his back, and then hurried over to support him.

"Brock, why are you hurt like this!"

"Why are you here, my little boy?"

"You can still hide it from me!" Angus was angry and annoyed, he sensed something was wrong on the phone, "You forgot, my super power is unblocked!"

He heard Rumlow's disordered breathing early in the morning, and the voice of secretly panting on the other end of the phone made Angus think that there was something wrong with his earpiece.

"I just didn't expect you to be hurt so badly!"

Looking at Angus' anxious face, Rumlow felt that it was worth the injury this time.

"I seem to be dying, Angus, you...you have to live well!" He forced a smile, which seemed to be crying.

Only he himself knew that he was planning to make a joke just now, just like playing lip service with Grant Ward every day, he wanted to say "Angus, can you be merciful and kiss me..."

But his only rationality told him that such a joke was bad, and the other party was Angus.

If it's too sincere, sometimes it's a good way to say it in a joking way.

But now, he didn't even have the courage to make such a joke with Angus.

Angus didn't know his mental journey, he helped Rumlow to sit on the sofa, anxious.

"Did you forget what my super powers are for? Listen to me, Brock, you can't die, and you won't die

Looking at Angus' eager expression, Rumlow asked a super stupid question that he regretted after finishing speaking: "Who am I to you?"

Angus didn't even think about it, and responded directly: "You are my only relative!"

"Correct answer." Rumlow closed his eyes and stopped looking at him.

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