prince and his shield

Steve was silent for so long that Royston was unhappy.

"I thought you would care more about Olos." He lay back on the sofa, trying to hide his displeasure.

Steve pursed his lips, and helped him draw the covering curtain: "...Miss Holmes seems to be a little strange."

"Just some?" Royston raised his eyebrows.

Steve's brow, which had loosened a little, tightened again.

He is testing himself.Test yourself for Olos.He was also unhappy, and his tone was not euphemistic.

He pursed his lips: "Is there anything I should pay attention to?"

Royston looked back at him again, wondering what he was evaluating.After a while, he said, "No, just do your own thing."

"She won't do anything to you. The salary will not be less."

"Stay away from her." Royston lay back and added, "Don't talk too much with her if you have nothing to do. Don't discuss philosophy with her either."

Steve had so many thoughts in his mind that he couldn't speak them.Because there is not enough solid ground.

My relationship with Bowen is not as good as his relationship with Olos.

After a long silence, he just said a word of confirmation: "You trust her."

"Of course." Roy took it for granted.

Steve suddenly realized that he couldn't interfere in another person's life with enthusiasm, even if he was inextricably related to himself.

He can't be unreserved, and naturally he can't ask the other party to completely trust him.

I have figured out the key points and standpoints.Not an influential enough position on its own.So I had to give up some misses.

"That's good." Steve said softly.

He thought their relationship would be better.Although it is not good, the loss is not big.

He frowned, unable to figure out what the irritating feeling in his heart was.

Roy looked at the letter indiscriminately, smacked his lips and tasted it, crumpling the letter paper with his fingers.

Those who were taken were also irritable.This man's mental state is really not right.

"Anytime you need help..." Steve added tentatively.

"Haha." Royston smirked twice, feeling like a bruised beast, "It's enough for you to care about yourself."

But he couldn't help it.Hold him back and he's not a demon anymore.

Steve was forced to swallow the rest of his hesitation.

The atmosphere is stagnant.

"Are you curious about Barnes?" Royston felt like a mentally retarded person today.He swallowed, and continued to cover up.

Steve cooperates: "Yeah, sort of. What did he do?"

Sent to prison, for decades, by hand.

None of the words are right.

Not all Barnes are Bucky.he knows.

Duplicate name is not a rare thing, just a little concerned about it.

Royston narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not answer: "Speaking of which, your name is Steve."

He has been deliberately ignoring it.

"Yes." Steve agreed.

"Oh." Royston let out a gasp.

It seems to be mocking, and it seems that there are more complex emotions in it, and what comes out is a sigh.

Steve looks in his direction, catching a hint of vicissitudes and weariness.

It's not how he should feel at his age.Like an old man who is dying, waiting to die.Only for a moment, he should feel wrong.

"Steve, Barnes..." Royston muttered.

"Yeah—" Steve draws out, creating an odd sense of tension.

"Do you know that the only couple in this world with these two names is Fa Xiao?" he continued.

The person is trapped in the beanbag sofa, covered by the upper edge, and with the height of the table, Steve can only see the top of his hair, but not his expression.

He was breathing heavily and his heart was beating violently.

It was as if something unrealistic that he longed for was slowly happening, exciting and frightening.

"Well, I think you should know." Royston said lightly, "Is your father a fan of Captain America?"

Steve Rogers is a name that was once popular in the United States.At the worst time, dozens of babies named 'Steve' were born in one day, none of them were him.

He has no right to intervene in life or death.

Steve was caught off guard by the name coming out of his mouth and couldn't react.Soon, he calmed down and followed the conversation.

"Yeah, he's a fan...captain. That's why I was named that."

Royston held up the letter paper with a lazy voice: "This name doesn't suit you at all. I don't like it very much either. Don't you have an idea to change it?"

Steve stood behind him, clenched his hands slightly, and looked at the top of his hair: "Mr. Bowen, you seem to know Captain America very well."

His heart was beating like crazy with a terrifying frequency.

"The Barnes I know is a loyal fan of Captain America. He even knows what color underwear Captain America likes." Royce said without emotion.

"He could die for that man." He laughed.

The words fell, and some unspeakable dull emotions were mixed in the air.

Steve's pupils constricted for a moment, and after a few seconds, they stabilized.He moistened his dry lips and looked at the motionless top of his hair.

The heart slowly sank back to the heart lake.

"But this guy is a criminal. He has a lot of lives in his hands, and the crime is heinous." Royston suddenly grabbed the edge of the sofa and looked back at him, his red eyes were full of narrowness and malice, "Are you worried?"

Steve looked away: "...Didn't you say you've already gone to jail?"

He laughed twice, feeling that he was getting more and more wrong today.His feverish mind cooled down, and he smiled self-deprecatingly.

What was he thinking about?How could that happen.

Roy, is dead.Bucky, too, is dead.

Steve, let's face it, you're only left alone.

His blue eyes dimmed.

Royston frowned.Don't want to ask what happened between them?Even Olos would falsely express curiosity.

He was in a bad mood, unable to figure out the source of the mess.May be cycle sequelae.

Pressing the letter to his chest, he crossed his legs and squinted his eyes: "Speaking of which, your taste is quite similar to his."

"Huh? Who?" Steve walked away, trying to find something to start with, to dispel the sudden negative emotions.

"...No, no one." Royston frowned and turned over.

This topic obviously cannot continue.Tried to maintain a harmonious atmosphere and completely tore off the fig leaf, and began to run naked and openly.

The two had their own thoughts and kept silent.

It really explains that if you don't speculate, you can't change it with hard work.

Not quite knowing why, Steve knew there was a huge gap between the two of them.They were on one side, with their backs facing each other.

Neither side has any intention of crossing over.

Or, the moat was already there, but I just ignored it before.

He went further around.

Royston lay motionless on the sofa.After reading the letter, he casually threw it into the wastebasket.

Steve walked by, glanced at the wastebasket, and walked away.

He is probably too lonely in this era, and his mind is full of incredible good things.

There are also some who can't tell where they are.

……

Oulos successfully solved some minor problems and was in a good mood.

A secret that cannot be shared is the best barrier between two people.As it happens, both of them have secrets that must never be known by the other.

very convenient.

It is basically determined that there is a high probability that there will be no getting along outside the boundary between Steve and Royston in the future, and the remaining small probability is within the controllable range.

Olos is very satisfied with being able to protect Roy well, gain a useful tool man, and completely control a huge hidden danger.

It has to be said that the timing of Captain America being awakened from a 70+ year slumber by S.H.I.E.L.D. is really good.

She doesn't appreciate uncontrollable hidden dangers.

After returning to the office, she greeted the assistant at the door, opened the door and entered her office, and she paused.

It seems that there are still some finishing problems.

"Miss Holmes, it's our first meeting." The beautiful woman with blue eyes stood up and stretched out her hand.

Olos showed an impeccable smile, and reached out to hold her hand: "It's an honor."

Natasha was surprised by her composure, but considering the information she found, she wasn't too surprised.

Fury was a little apprehensive about Royston's agent's methods that the captain said before, so he did a little research and found some abnormal points.

For example, the status of a certain brother of hers, for example, the marginal information of her recent investigation, for example, for example, she helped the captain leave the United States without a trace.

Another example is the friendly warning issued by the British intelligence agency after the in-depth investigation.

"It seems that I can expect today's topic to go very smoothly." Natasha smiled.

"I hope so." Olos withdrew her hand, walked behind her desk, sat down, and motioned for Natasha to sit too.

She easily took over the rhythm, nothing unusual.

Natasha raised her eyebrows and sat down clutching the file bag.

"Let me just know what you are looking for me for. Let me clarify my intention first," Olos slowly put his hands on the desk, "I like Captain America's ability and character very much. I hope he can continue to serve .”

Natasha was really stunned this time.

The extremely restrictive non-disclosure agreement in her hand and the spare medicine in her lower back are all useless.

The two chatted happily on the surface. After Natasha left the office, she called Fury.

"She agreed to let us respect her freedom in exchange, not to fire the captain, and kept it a secret for him?"

"No," Natasha bared her teeth, "If I were you, I would start thinking about how to snatch someone from her in the future."

"???"

……

On an isolated island in the sea, in an unknown prison.

The slightly tender-faced prison guard walked along the brightly lit dark yellow stone corridor for a while, and arrived at the cell at the end.

It was a very spacious cell, separated by glass walls.

It is said that it is a prison cell, but it is not realistic.

It is more like an extremely simple independent suite, the toilet and bathroom are separated.

The prison guard knocked on the glass wall, attracting the attention of the person sitting cross-legged inside, and stuffed the package that had been opened and checked through the metal pipe next to it: "Your book."

The lid flipped over, as a few loose books emerged from the inspection torn apart.

Following the movement of the prison guard, the bearded one-armed man inside opened his eyes, revealing a pair of deer-like clean eyes, and smiled: "Thank you."

"Yes." The prison guard stood at the door, buckling his belt.

The one-armed man walked to the glass wall and bent over to pick up something.

The prison guard looked at his exposed wrist, which was tight like a young man's skin.He looked around and lowered his voice: "They said you have lived here for more than twenty years."

The bearded man lowered his hand flipping the book: "Well, yes."

"What sin?"

"Murder." The bearded man looked strangely calm.

"Hmph—" the prison guard didn't believe it.

He knew that the most mysterious figure in this prison must have the biggest secret.

This prison is full of special people who cannot move.

Spies, intelligence agents, mutants, all mixed up.

But all of them were asked for special favors.It is said to be imprisoned or imprisoned, but it is more like a secret protection.

Even the old people here don't know who they are working for, or who is locked up here.

If the other prisoners could barely be considered criminals, this one in front of him was nothing like an ordinary person.The more ordinary the more out of place, very mysterious.

Even if he holds a book to read every day, exercises without reading a book, meditates, and lives like an elderly man, it will not affect his mystery.

In the entire prison, he was the only one who could regularly send out letters.Although there is no reply, I can receive some 'supply' on a regular basis, and my life is more nourishing than anyone else.

This time he still did not receive any reply.

The prison guard was curious.Glancing at the camera above his head, he stopped staying and walked away.

After the prison guards left, the bearded man sat down at the table fixed on the floor and slowly put together the book page by page.

Not in a hurry, as if his time was too long to make people hopeless.

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