Did Lowes succeed today? [Comprehensive British and American]

"Daddy?" Rogers looked at Erth and repeated in his mouth.

Pietro slipped away.

Erce blinked: "If you want to call it that, I don't really mind."

Rogers twitched his forehead.He turned his head and glanced at the empty corridor: "There are supernatural beings beside you, speed?" He touched his neck, "What did he do?"

"It's my adopted child." Erce approached.

After a while of dizziness, Rogers tilted his head: "...It seems that it is not a good decision for me to go to the appointment alone."

Erce held out his hand.

Rogers tilted his head slightly.Erth put his hand on the side of his neck and pressed the fast-healing needle hole: "I won't hurt you."

"It's not dangerous." Erce wanted to withdraw his hand, "It just makes you weak for a while."

"Things that make me weak are dangerous enough." Rogers grabbed his wrist.

"Erth, you shouldn't have escaped."

"Do you miss me?" Erce tilted his head.

Rogers let go of his wrists, walked over him into the room, pulled up a chair and sat down.

Erce leaned against the wall: "Are your legs weak?"

Rogers... "How many of these less dangerous things do you have?"

"No one leaked out. I asked Pietro, the kid just now, to recover from the stronghold you destroyed today." Ess said slowly, "It's not good to fall into your hands. It doesn't matter if you are underestimated or valued." Great."

Rogers squeezed the space between his brows and found that his fingertips were a little numb: "Ers, what are you going to do?"

"I just want to meet you." Erce squatted next to his legs, raised his head, like a harmless little beast, "see you without bystanders, without being watched."

"You know what I'm asking." Rogers looked down at him, even though he knew he was just pretending, he still softened his voice, but the content was still strict, "Pretend to be stupid, cunning and cunning, and your methods have no limit. This is your real Does it look like?"

"It depends on how you look at it. In front of you, everything I show is true." Erth put his hand on his.

Rogers held those cool hands instead, squeezed them, and was sure that he hadn't taken care of himself during this time.

"After all this, can you really not appreciate the irony in your words?" Rogers flattened the corners of his lips and paused, "In medicine..."

"Well, it has the effect of relaxing people's nerves. It is a very mild adjuvant drug during interrogation." Erce stood up and straddled his lap, "I miss you."

Rogers wanted to push him away, but put his hand around his waist, and his mouth was even more uncontrollable: "Why did you join Hydra? Don't you know that this organization is what I hate the most? I don't deal with it Most of my life. Why is it you?"

Erce rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm sorry. But, that's it."

"How many things do you have that I don't know?" Rogers barely resisted for a few seconds, "kid, I'm really annoyed by you."

He closed his eyes: "I wish I could beat you up. But I don't want to."

Erce curled his lips.

Rogers sighed: "You are not safe outside. What is more important than your life to make you run out?"

Erce rubbed his neck: "I'll take good care of myself."

Rogers shook his head, clearly in disbelief.

Rogers bit his tongue, still very wronged: "I came to see you alone, and you gave me medicine!"

"You won't talk to me honestly." Urs pursed his lips.

A little embarrassment appeared in Rogers' eyes.He took another bite of himself, a big bite, and the smell of blood filled his mouth: "...I shouldn't have come to see you."

Erce pinched his chin so he could look directly at him.

Rogers didn't struggle: "Why is the expression so scary? Didn't you take the medicine?"

"That's because you won't be honest."

"...So it's still my fault?"

"It's only my time to miss you in the world." Erce sighed, lowered his head and gave him another big mouthful of tongue, the wound was already very deep.He slowly, like a blunt knife grinding flesh, swept away all the blood and swallowed it.

He let go of his lips: "You mock me, avoid me, reject me, and ignore me."

Rogers pursed his lips, dumbfounded.

Erce rubbed his lips with his fingertips: "I won't lie. In the beginning, most of my purpose of entering Hydra was to hurt you."

Rogers froze for a moment, wanting to ask.Erce blocked his mouth, not the feeling of restraint and letting you pick and choose in the past, but biting and grinding hard.Like some deep hatred, very angry.

Rogers was gnawed without thinking, his mouth hurt, and his heart hurt.Angry from his heart, he pushed him hard, threw him onto the bed, and knelt on his knees: "Do you really think that medicine that relaxes muscles can completely control me?"

"I don't think so," Erce tugged at his neck, "otherwise it wouldn't work."

Rogers pulled his arms away and looked down at him heavily.

Erce raised his leg to his waist: "Miss me?"

Rogers snorted, all muscles tensed, and stared at him.After a few breaths, he still lost control of himself.

A night of absurdity and frenzy.

When Rogers woke up, there was no one around.

He rubbed his temples, looking at the messy room, everything from yesterday was blurred.His temples twitched, he got up and swayed to the sink to splash a few handfuls of cold water on his face to clear himself up.

Last night, he came to Ers alone, and then the speed user beside him gave him a needle.that jerk.

He couldn't remember exactly what he said, and he had a splitting headache.With his hands on the sink, he snorted a few times.

Some things are all too clear.

After destroying a Hydra stronghold, he actually slept with a Hydra, maybe the most advanced one.

Barely remembering the madness of last night, Rogers knocked his forehead against the cold mirror: "Crazy."

And he fell in love with a madman.Rogers bumped his head against the mirror again, and he didn't give in too much.

After the pain in his head subsided, Rogers found his crumpled clothes from the mess, looked at the buttons on it, his face was blue and purple, and he came to a full set.

He put on his clothes, brushed his hair casually, and left the room.

Erth, who left the 'scene of the crime' in the middle of the night, was mostly useless.He thought to himself, next time, the dosage should be adjusted.It would be ridiculous to be accidentally killed by a ruthless Rogers.Physical strength is not equal.

Although, happy is also happy.

"You don't look too good." Bucky was driving the car, looking in the rearview mirror at Erth, who was pale and listless, leaning on the back seat.

Erce closed his eyes and dozed off.

Pietro was sitting in the co-pilot, turned his head, and saw the mottled red marks on his neck at once, and smiled maliciously: "As expected of you. In this way, Captain America can still sleep in your bed."

Wanda with a delicate face glanced at Erth next to her: "I thought we were in the same boat as those people."

Erce opened his eyelids, and glanced coolly at the other three people in the car: "Wanda, Petro, I remember I said that you don't have to go to school, but if you fail the test I give every month— "

Pietro has activated his international friendly gesture.Wanda rolled her beautiful eyes, put her hands on the car window, and stopped talking.

Bucky looked into Erth's eyes from the rearview mirror: "I don't understand. What is your state now?"

"You were hired. If it makes me unhappy, I won't pay the commission." Erce said grimly.

Bucky tilted his head, and commented without pressure: "I became angry from embarrassment."

Erce smashed the pillow behind his waist onto the back of his head, and then clutched his waist for a long time, unable to move.

Rogers sneaked back to the hotel and froze when he took out his key card.

He didn't take his own key card.The black key card in his hand was so hot that he wanted to throw it away. He gripped the key card tightly and cursed in a low voice.

"ohmygod—" Tony slammed the door open.He looked at the next door standing at the door, with wrinkled clothes and messy hair, and when he turned around, he could see Rogers with several buttons missing, "I really thought I was drunk and dazzled last night."

"Did you go out for a one-night stand??" Tony was in disbelief.

Rogers reflexively hid the door card in his hand: "Things... are not what you think."

He forcefully opened the door abruptly, racking his brains to come up with an excuse: "I just fell down."

Tony looked at him with 'do you think I'm stupid' all over his face.

"It's not what you think anyway." Rogers was a little desperate.Because he suddenly realized that last night was indeed similar to what Stark thought.

"Captain," Tony wrinkled his face, "I know that you and Erce are basically impossible. It's normal for you to be unhappy, uncomfortable, and want to vent. However, this way...maybe not so appropriate.

If Erth found out, he might..." Tony hissed.

"What does it mean that Erskine and I are basically impossible?" Rogers shifted his focus.

Tony snorted.

"Forget it, don't worry about it." Rogers closed his eyes, entered the house and closed the door, "We'll be back in 10 minutes."

Tony stood silent for a moment.what do you mean? ?

He hissed, and a rather inexplicable thought hit him.Captain wasn't with Erce last night, was he? ?

Rogers shut the door and sat down on the bed, exhausted.

He sat for a while, sighing several times.

Probably, in the eyes of normal people, he and Ess were over long ago.

I sent him to prison, and he became my worst enemy.

Then, last night they slept.

Erth's madness was contagious to him.no doubt.

Rogers pressed his face and rubbed it.That lunatic even drugged himself.

I don't know how he died.It is estimated that I ran away without closing my eyes, and I don't know if it will cause inflammation.Definitely not eating well.There are some unreliable people around.

Thinking about it, he twitched his face and covered it.

He took out the black room card from his pocket and wanted to throw it away, but when he flipped his hand, the movement stopped.

He saw a few extra numbers behind the room number on the card.

a coordinate.

Rogers' face darkened, and he raised his hand and threw the card into the trash can.

Before leaving, he took out the card again.

Somehow, he remembered the scene he saw when he passed the red light district yesterday.

The man with a comfortable face smiled ambiguously and stuffed a lot of money into the chest of the girl standing at the door... whoring money.

The author has something to say: the tenth day.

You are really, one by one, your mind is full of colored water, or the color of the sun [pointing

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