prince and his shield

Royston basked sideways in the sunlight from the wide open window in the living room, staring blankly at the TV in front of him.

He almost kicked Steve in the face just now.Enemies would do that.But he did just that.

"Have you seen a psychiatrist?" Steve was about to warm up a cup of milk, but after thinking about it, he silently replaced the milk with water.

It seems that I have to remember to buy some Coke when I go to the supermarket in the future.

He understood to some extent why Olos indulged Royston so much.

"..." Hearing this topic, Royston's face twitched, "I used to have a dedicated psychiatrist. He can also cook delicious food, which is very delicious."

"Then what? It doesn't seem to work." Steve put the water in front of him and sat across from him.

"Then he was arrested." Royston heheed twice.

"because……"

"He eats people."

Steve snorted, speechless: "On the bright side, you're not hurt."

"Yes. I just almost got a special food addiction from him." Royston laughed twice.

Steve...

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Royston hugged the hot water, took a sip, and suppressed the smell of putrid cotton candy that rolled into his stomach and made him sick.The moment the soft candy was put into his mouth, he was smoked to death by himself.

He's not the Roy he was before.The previous Roy would not hurt Steve, he would only try to help him, and help him again.Protect him more than the whole world.

Will not lie, will not make trouble for no reason.Soft and squishy.

Smart is definitely not as smart as myself, but it is very likable.

When they were together, the air in their mouths was sweeter than cotton candy.

The red in the eyes flowed for a moment, and Rose Eaton pulled the corner of his mouth.

He closed his eyes, lowered his head, bit the wall of the cup, and made a strange puffing sound from his mouth.To interrupt, to distract.

"Are you afraid?" After a while, he seemed to ask casually.

"What are you afraid of?" Steve looked at him, feeling that he was languid now, unconsciously exuding an atmosphere that needed to be comforted.

Royston smacked his lips: "Scared of me." He was scared himself.

"I'm really worried." Steve relaxed his posture, "But, I'm more worried about your accident."

Royston laughed a little: "Many people say that." But it was never him who had the accident, it was those who said these words.

"I have always been cherished, no matter in what way." Royston pouted, "God or Satan, they both love me."

Royston's expression showed a trace of solemnity, and he was engaged in a fierce psychological struggle, probably making a very heavy decision.

Steve couldn't help scrunching his face.He felt that Royston was making a decision that made him very unhappy.

It is very likely that he will fire himself, and then say coolly that he has had enough fun and can go away.Even if he was just like a child yesterday, trying to do everything, eager to get his like and care.

And with a high probability, what prompted him to make this decision might just be that he just got mad at himself in a nervous way.

Although the reason was far-fetched, it was very suitable for Royston.

Royston scratched his head: "Your internship period has passed a month ago, hasn't it?"

Steve closed his eyes, sure enough.

"Yes." Steve took a deep breath, annoyed.

Royston rolled his Adam's apple, picking at his fingers, not ready to push him away.

Steve was suddenly less angry.

Bowen especially likes to ask others if they like him or not. If it is love, he will be happier.But the root of his problem is that he doesn't love himself at all.

Kind and mature people get angry, lose control of their emotions, do something wrong, get angry at others, and feel guilty and embarrassed afterwards.Apologize earnestly, work hard to make amends, and relax after earning forgiveness.

Over time, this incident will become a lesson and a sign, and the personality will become more perfect.

Blog posts will not.He feels guilty more deeply than normal, but instead of apologizing, he punishes himself.If you stab someone else once, you will stab yourself more.Then take it for granted that you hurt others, what's more, you will attribute all the bad things around you to yourself.

Take it for granted that you can't create good things.Or for him, happiness and happiness are fleeting illusions.

Taste it lightly, be anesthetized by delusion, and even have no courage to fight for real happiness.

He is not confident, inferiority complex.loathe myself.

I trapped myself in a cage with thorns on the inner wall, and I was injured every time I moved, but I didn't have enough courage and motivation to get hurt again and again, until the blood scabs turned into armor, until I broke free from the cage.

Poor and hateful.People can't help sulking, but they will feel distressed.

Some people want to save themselves, but they cannot do it by themselves.

"You! What kind of expression is that!" Royston was very distressed, and then saw his expression, and suddenly became even more distressed.

"Apologize." Steve moved his jaw and said seriously.

"What?" Royston looked at him incredulously.

"You made a mess of my house." Steve said lightly, "Apologies. You have to help me clean up."

"...Are you dreaming?" Royston twitched.

"Apologize."

"Are you trying to fight with me?" Rose Eaton blackened.

"Apologize," Steve insisted.

"...Gah. Are you sick?" Royston raised his eyebrows to the sky.

"It's hard to say sorry?" Steve looked at him.

Royston was at a loss for words.

Steve pursed his lips, motioning him to look at the mess he had made.

Royston gritted his teeth... "I'm sorry."

Steve nodded and got up: "Stop sitting still. Help me tidy up."

Royston ground his teeth, and finally stood up.

Steve just packed the porridge paper and rags that were spilled on the floor into the trash can: "There is a mop in the bathroom, you can clean this floor."

Royston stood on one side like a log.

"No?" Steve picked up the books and sundries on the ground and raised his eyebrows.

"I can find you a cleaner." Royston put his hands in his pockets.

"The cleaners take care of some less important cleaning activities for you when you have more important things. Do you have other things to do now?" Steve's voice was very weak, not like angry, but in a state of mind It doesn't seem normal.

Royston's face twitched, and he muttered, "If you can, use me."

After speaking, he turned and went to the bathroom.

Steve smiled behind his back and continued to clean up.

Royston mopped the floor loudly, complaining loudly while mopping.Basically, it's just muttering that Steve is crazy and dare to ride on his head.

"You spilled it yourself," Steve reminded him.

Ross Eaton shut up.

By the time Steve finished arranging the shelves, Royston was scratching the floor.

"Okay—" Rose Eaton pouted.

"Well, not bad." Steve reached out and ruffled his hair, smiling.

Royston froze.

Steve withdrew his hand: "I'm going out to do something later, you come with me."

He pointed to the shelf that he lifted up, "You kicked this one and broke it, you have to pay me for it."

Royston gritted his teeth... "I lost money."

Cheapskate.

"No. I picked it out by myself. I rented a car to transport it from the furniture city and moved it up by myself. I like it very much." Steve lied without changing his expression.

"..." Royston felt that Steve looked disgusting now, "Don't you know that you can buy it online and have someone deliver it?"

"You kicked my stuff," Steve reminded again.

Ross Eaton gave a middle finger.

"Let's go." Steve took a coat and put it on, saying hello.

Royston followed behind him aggrievedly, like a stupid rabbit with its tail pinched.

"Where are you going?" Royston asked after getting into the car.

"I'm going to ask Stark something." Steve drove.

"Can't you make a phone call?"

"It's hard to say on the phone."

"Oh."

Royston pondered for a while in the car, and felt something was wrong: "It's not right!"

"What's wrong?" Steve looked at him through the rearview mirror.

"I will get angry because you provoked me!" Rose Eaton figured it out.

"I'm sorry," Steve answered quickly, "I didn't think about it that much. After all, I'm an elderly person now. Now that you know who I am, you're still catching up. It's normal. That's why I asked that sentence."

More often than not, I didn't sleep all night, my mind was filled with abnormal things, and I was confused.

Royston was held back in one breath, and didn't expect how to refute.

"Can you forgive me? Or, what do you want me to do?" Steve was inexplicably funny and endured it.

Royston opened his mouth, closed it again, and then said, "...wait for me to think about it."

"Hmm. Good." Steve was not dissatisfied.

Royston didn't quite understand what was going on from the very beginning.However, I always feel that my heart is much more relaxed.

It's just... like it's no big deal.

Steve tilted his head slightly to catch a glimpse of his expression, and tugged at the corners of his lips.

Still a child.

"Do you want to go up with me, or wait here?" Steve asked, "If you go up, you will wait. It may take a while."

"I'll just wait here." Ross Eaton smoothed out his fur, which was a little cute.

"I'll do it as soon as possible." Steve flashed him an innocent smile.

Rose Eaton shrank his head towards the neckline: "Oh." He was inexplicably embarrassed.

Steve turned his head and looked around: "If it's a long time, you can stroll around here."

"Oh, I'm not a child." Royston was annoyed.

Steve made an OK gesture and walked towards the Stark Group building.

Natasha had received the news in time, and she was standing at the window of her office looking down: "The captain really brought Roy?"

"That's right. The two had a lot of trouble in the morning, and it took a long time before they went out together."

"Well——" Natasha saw the captain walk into the door, rolled her eyes, turned and walked out of the office.

It happened to be staggered with Steve who was taking the elevator upstairs.

Sitting in the car, Royston gnawed his fingers. There was a knot in his mind, and he didn't want to figure it out.

He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what happened in the process.

"Hi--"

Someone knocked on the car window, and Royston turned his head and saw a big beauty.

His eyes lit up, and he rolled down the car window: "Hi—"

"You are Mr. Bowen with Mr. White, aren't you?" Although Natasha faced Royston head-on for the first time, she was already very familiar with her back.

"...Ah, yes." Rose Eaton held back his smile.

He thought the beauty had recognized him.When did Steve meet the beauty?

"He was afraid that you would be bored waiting, so he asked me to take you to eat." Natasha smiled.

Royston narrowed his eyes: "You know him very well?"

"We are colleagues." Natasha shrugged her shoulders.

"Colleague?" Royston raised his eyebrows.Steve does have a part-time job, part-time Captain America.

"who are you?"

"You can call me Natasha. I'm an agent." Natasha held out her hand to him, "Nice to meet you."

Rose Eaton was unprepared for her directness and was led away by the nose.After hesitating for a moment, he shook hands with her.

"There's a nice ice cream shop nearby, want to try it?"

Natasha's performance was flawless, and Royston didn't feel that she was malicious.Even, the woman in front of him seemed to like him quite a bit.It exudes a light gardenia fragrance, but I don't know why there is always a faint dangerous smell in it.

"OK." Royston got out of the car graciously.

Natasha chatted with him with a smile, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Ross Eaton spoke, but the muttering in his heart became louder and louder.

"I know that Mr. Roy and Mr. White have a very deep friendship. It's been almost a century. It's really touching that the two can meet again." Natasha ordered a banana split for him, digging the vanilla ball with a spoon, and sighed.

"Cough—" Rose Eaton coughed violently, and hurriedly took the tissue next to him to cover his mouth.

He looked at Natasha in surprise.How did she know that Steve was still keeping it in the dark?Or did Steve already know and was just playing dumb, or didn't want to admit it? ?

Natasha sighed inwardly.

bingo - Royston Bowen really is Roy Rogers.With such a big reaction, there is a high probability that he already knows the identity of the captain.

"...you—" Royston put down the spoon.

"The captain doesn't know." Natasha smiled.

Ross Eaton felt that he had probably been scammed when he realized it: "Is that so..."

Well, sure enough.Rose Eaton knew the identity of the captain.

No wonder the relationship between the two has grown by leaps and bounds.Natasha sighed softly in her heart.

Royston was able to react to the first trap, but stepped into the second trap completely unconsciously.

But who was Royston?

"He firmly believes that you are dead." Natasha looked at him. "After hearing the news from Olos, he immediately went to England and visited your tombstone."

"We also got information about your life. Although it seems that it is all fake."

Royston froze.

It dawned on him.Olos... Olos...

He just said, how come Steve doesn't think about that at all, no matter whether he hints or expresses it... and his great-grandfather.

Olos is really talented.

I was so angry that I wanted to laugh, and I felt that Steve, who was mentally controlled by Oluosi, was stupid.Royston sighed, then glanced at Natasha.

Originally, he hoped that Steve would find out who he was.

But after what had happened in the morning, he hesitated.He didn't doubt that Steve still liked him, or Roy, as always.

Even if... I, um, erased the memory of them being together.

But now, times have passed.

He is no longer the silly intern angel he was before, but a demon who is making up.Steve is no longer the bean sprouts he fell in love with, but a national hero, and he is getting more and more handsome.

Right now, he doesn't need a guardian angel, and he has no reason to get involved with a demon.The Roy he loved was indeed dead.

"Can you not tell him about it?" Royston looked up.

"Huh?" Natasha froze for a moment.She thought Royston was hiding from Steve just for fun.She had to admit that bullying the loyal and honest captain was really fun.

Judging from the data, Royston's personality is also bad.

"I don't want to recognize him." Royston wrinkled his nose.

"..." Natasha grunted, "OK. I won't take the initiative to talk about this matter." However, she didn't think this matter could be kept secret for long.

"Thank you." Royston pursed his lips and smiled, revealing a strange sense of twilight.

Natasha suddenly had the illusion that she was a very honest person in essence.

Did she accidentally bully others again...

作者有话要说：掉马倒计时——吧。感谢在2020-01-1621:48:45~2020-01-1817:42:35期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of spray flower;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!