Did Lowes succeed today? [Comprehensive British and American]

The weather in London is always foggy and damp.Water vapor fills the air and can take away most of the sounds in the world.

Erce was standing under the eaves of the café, looking up at the narrow strip of foggy blue sky from above the street.Such a color is cold but not biting, but has a gentle feeling.

He was fascinated for a moment, the voice that had been stripped out slowly permeated in again, it was a very familiar voice.

"What are you looking at?" Rogers, who got off the taxi, followed his gaze curiously.

Erce: "Let's go on a date."

Rogers snorted.

"The weather is fine." Erce took out an umbrella from the side of the handbag and shook it. "I brought an umbrella."

Rogers glanced at the sky, um... the weather is fine...?But even if there is a knife in the sky, he probably won't say no, "Okay."

The two played in London for a week, and Rogers barely pieced together the incident in which Erth was involved in the newspaper two days later, with lingering fears in his heart.So when Erth said that the case was actually quite interesting, he was chased and nagged for a long time.

"I'm going to Michigan." Erce said to Rogers after getting off the plane, "Do you want to come with me?"

Rogers: "Is there something wrong?"

"I'm going to get something."

Rogers took out his S.H.I.E.L.D. special communicator from his pocket, looked at it, "I guess, there are no missions that require me to be there recently. I will accompany you. It will save you from encountering something."

Erce nodded, "Then, now, let's go buy a wig."

Rogers was stunned, "Wig???"

Brown-haired, brown-eyed, black-rimmed glasses, and a little freckled college student, Schell took out a painting from a bank safe in Michigan.

Shirley, a middle-aged widow living alone with ginger-red hair scrupulously dressed in an expensive coat and a headscarf, took out a painting from New Mexico.

Then Las Vegas, Connecticut, Pennsylvania, five states, five different identities, five different accounts, five paintings.

Rogers, acting as the driver, carefully put the fifth painting into the trunk and closed the trunk.Holding the rear of the car, he looked at the curly-haired 'Mir' who was bent over: "Next?"

'Mir' shrank his shoulders and said in a low voice, "No more."

Rogers... "Seriously, I almost thought we were going to visit every state capital in the United States."

'Mir' lowered his eyes, opened the co-pilot's door without saying a word, and sat in.

Rogers patted the trunk, then looked up at the monitor at the door of the bank, rubbed his fingertips, and went around to the driver's seat.

The car began to drive to the special zone wholeheartedly. Rogers glanced at 'Mill' who had crossed the state border and began to take off his makeup slowly.He took off the wig, wiped his face with a wet towel, took out two small balls of cotton from his cheeks, and tore off the glue on his eyelids.

After unbuttoning his coat, Erce exhaled lightly.

'Mir' became the familiar Lowes again.

Rogers grabbed the steering wheel, "Seeing you change clothes, no matter how many times you watch it, it's amazing."

Erce moved his cheeks, cleared his throat, and adjusted his voice, "That's all."

Rogers took a deep breath, "Very good."

Erce slouched into the passenger seat.

"...This," Rogers mulled for a while, pointing his thumb back, "this whole thing... well, the road trip, is the strangest thing I have come across since waking up. None of them."

Erce smiled.

From the first time Ers changed his costume, he couldn't believe his eyes.After that, he had never seen him showing his true face all the way. It is not an exaggeration to say that he was a little horrified by the feeling that he was the person he was most familiar with, but he was still stranger than a stranger.

Rogers looked at him and smiled, finally regaining his sense of familiarity.He leaned his hand to the car window and thought for a while, "Are we breaking the law?"

"It's not strictly speaking." Erce thought for a while, "After all, no one was injured, and no one lost anything."

"..." Rogers put his hand to his lips, "My God..." He laughed, "You are... a genius."

"Not crazy?"

"Oh, please, I love you." Rogers tilted his head, "My eyes have always been high."

Erce curled his lips, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

"Aren't you curious about what I'm taking?" Erce squinted slightly, just as the sunlight came in through the car window.

Rogers: "Draw?"

"Correct."

"You're not a famous painting thief, are you?" Rogers joked.

"I drew it myself." Ess was a little sleepy.

"You stored your paintings in five different safes with five different identities?" Rogers raised his eyebrows.

"Ah."

"...You are more genius than I imagined." Rogers turned the steering wheel and couldn't help laughing, "Is this an Easter egg hunt?"

"No." Erce yawned, "It was just a little inconvenient before."

Rogers frowned, "Did you draw something... secret?"

"Maybe." Erce dragged his cheeks and looked at him, "Drawing someone who is important to me."

Before he could ask, Erth said slowly, "Draw the existence I love."

Rogers kept turning his head to look at him, hesitated, "well..."

"Want to hear a story?"

Rogers looked at the long road ahead, "We still have a long way to go, and a longer time to come."

"You asked me why I said I couldn't paint or play the piano." Erth's voice was sandwiched between the sound of the engine, looming, with a strange sense of distance.Rogers listened intently.

"I really couldn't at that time." Urs closed his eyes, "I couldn't pick up a paintbrush, because everything became black and white to my eyes. I couldn't feel things and colors.

The sound of each key is jerky, stiff, mechanical and numb under my hands. "

Rogers frowned, feeling a sense of suffocation in his heart.

Erce paused for a long time after finishing speaking, but Rogers didn't make a sound.

"Since you know something from Tony, you should also know that I have been gone for a while." Erce spoke slowly, as if he was drying an old wound in the sun.

"I lost very important people at that time."

Rogers' Adam's apple rolled, he squeezed the steering wheel tightly, and the feeling of suffocation in his heart became heavier and heavier.

"He used to be my half body, everything to me, and the existence I trusted the most." Ess said slowly.

The car detoured into a section of mountain road, and the light was blocked by lush trees.Rogers' expression was unclear, and an unexplainable feeling permeated the air.Like sour, like distressed.

"And then one day, he disappeared." Ess opened his eyes, and his eyes were unclear under the half-opened and half-closed eyes.

Rogers wanted to say something, opened and closed his mouth several times, and finally: "It must be very painful..."

Erce shook his head, "I hate it so much that I don't feel much else."

Rogers' eyes dimmed.

"My hatred lasted for a long time, so long that the hatred almost replaced his former weight." Ess looked forward, "Does it sound unreasonable?"

Rogers squeezed the steering wheel, "...I don't think so."

"Don't think so?" Erce tilted his head.

"I don't think you are unreasonable, and I don't think you really hate." Rogers licked his lower lip, and the words he wanted to utter were too sour, "You just care too much about him."

Erce blinked.

"You can't accept his departure, you are too sad. So sad that you lost your judgment." Rogers swallowed dryly, "...he is very lucky."

Erce couldn't help laughing, "Lucky?" His trust and care were based on the fact that Steve was once an existence that only he could touch.Such thoughtfulness is actually despicable.

Once out of control, he exploded with very dark thoughts.Joining Hydra, maybe it's not for revenge.

"Yes." Rogers said firmly, "I am also very lucky."

Erce snorted softly.

"He was lucky because even if he disappeared, there was still someone who deeply engraved him in his bones." As he spoke, a trace of envy really appeared on Rogers' face, "And my luck is that he disappeared."

Erce flinched.

"If he doesn't disappear, I will never have a chance to get close to you." Rogers grinned, "If he doesn't disappear, I really... have no choice but to give up."

Erce looked at his profile, "Um...really?"

"Of course." Rogers, who had been depressed for a while, regained his vitality, "It is a disaster for you, but it is the luckiest thing for me."

Ess raised his eyebrows, "You dare to say it. If you say that, are you not afraid that I will hate you for this? My hatred is usually inexplicable."

"I contracted your love, and it would be my great honor if I could also contract your hate." Rogers said seriously.

Erce sneered, "You are very confident."

"You gave it." Rogers was actually apprehensive, but Erth's reaction gave him enough sense of security.

Erce slowly dragged his voice out and hummed, just laughed, "Because he didn't want to be found, he changed his disguise. Originally, he didn't intend to take the painting back."

Probably recalling the past, Erth's eyes softened.

Rogers peeked at his face, which was sour and sweet at the same time.

No matter who it was, no matter what relationship Ess had with him before, anyway... anyway, he had already occupied the position.Can't let it go, no matter what.

After struggling, he inevitably had some strange feelings in his heart, "Then, why don't you bring me to take out all the paintings?"

Urs rested his chin on his hand, "I want to hold an art exhibition."

"Art exhibition?" Rogers' eyes lit up.Does it mean that he can say it to himself, that he can make such a decision...means...

"I just don't know if I can still paint now." Ess took a deep breath, "I can't do it with only five."

Rogers was inexplicably struck by a secret joy.A thought came to his mind, a thought that made him ecstatic, "...is..." He hesitated.

"Is it because of me that you want to paint again?" Rogers asked cautiously, his ears turning red.

Erce tilted his head, and was silent for a while enough to make Rogers flustered, "Yes."

Rogers... hold on.Hold on tight.Hold on tight! ! !

Just as the atmosphere in the car became thicker, a burst of bells dispelled the strange atmosphere.

Rogers's slackened spirit was pinched, and he quickly returned to the cage and restrained himself.

Erce reached for his mobile phone, looked at the unknown caller ID on it, and picked it up, "Hello—"

The voice was processed, and it was extremely sharp and distorted, "Doctor, you have been too relaxed recently."

Erce hummed, "But things went well."

The other side was silent.

"I've already got it." Ess smiled slightly, "The rest is just a matter of time."

"I'll wait." The voice of the person in the microphone was mysterious, like laughter, but it had a gloomy feeling after being distorted.

"Ah."

Erce put down the phone: "Want to learn the skills of cross-dressing?"

Rogers snorted.

"I can teach you."

Rogers glanced at himself, "Can I do it?"

"Let's start by changing the gender." Erce smiled half-smile.

Rogers...? ? ? ?

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