prince and his shield

Outside the airport security checkpoint, Steve turned his head slightly to look at Roy, who didn't care about his face, and his jaw was strangled.

"Then, goodbye!" Roy pulled off his sunglasses, smiled brightly, and made a non-standard military salute on his temple with two fingers together.

Steve twitched.

Some people seem to have smeared honey on their lips, but in fact they have no intention of confessing at all.

After dropping a bomb, he was ready to pack his bags and leave.Ah.

"Then, goodbye." Olos opened the corner of her mouth, revealing a perfect smile.

Steve turned his gaze to her face.

"See you in two weeks." Olos didn't care about his reaction.

Steve looked at Roy next to him again.

"It's not my fault." Roy shrugged, "It's because you can't go with us."

Steve took a deep breath and exhaled: "Take care of yourself and don't do dangerous things. I'll find you when I'm done."

Oulos frowned, thinking of something, she relaxed her brows and smiled: "My family will welcome you very much."

Roy is happy.

Steve felt his blood pressure slowly rising.

Roy stepped forward and stroked his chin, like soothing some pet.Steve looked down at him, and Roy leaned over to give him a peck on the mouth under his gaze, then raised an eyebrow.

Steve laughed, and his voice sounded like a 'tch'.

Roy looked at him, shaking his head, keenly aware that he was unconditionally included.

Steve mouthed an 'ah' but took a deep breath, raised his hand and patted his head: "Let's go."

"It's time to board the plane." Olos said lightly.

Roy waved his hand: "Let's go."

"Best trip." Steve waved.

It was a very old-fashioned blessing, but Roy grinned.

Oulos closed his eyes and turned his gaze elsewhere.

The flight time seemed a bit short. Walking through the aisle of the terminal, he stretched his shoulders looking at the gloomy weather outside: "Don't you think it's always gray here? It's like adding a filter."

"Do you need me to explain the geographical reasons in detail?" Oluos stood beside him.

"No." Roy took off his sunglasses and stuck them on his neckline.

After picking up the suitcase, Roy and Oulos walked towards the exit and said as they walked, "It's 10 bucks, John Watson must be the one who picks us up this time."

"[-] million euros, it's John Watson." Oulos added.

Roy paused and looked at her, Oulos raised his eyebrows back: "Are you betting?"

"...Did you enroll in the fun-killing expert course recently?" Roy said.

"It's you who have become so interesting." Oulos looked at him.

"You are jealous."

"Correct."

"Why are we here?"

"No doubt." Orlos raised his chin. "Look, John Watson. A pure man."

Roy looked around excitedly to see where John Watson was before he could express the sigh in his chest.

Soon, he found a blond-haired man in the crowd holding a big sign of "Sister Holmes". The expression on his face was somewhere between shame and curiosity.Curiosity made him stand there not too firmly, shame made him keep looking around, pinching his nose and licking his lips.

Roy snorted, "Poor John."

"The taste is bad enough." Oluos commented ruthlessly.

"Brand or Xiali?"

"Both." Oulos walked in that direction calmly.

Roy grabbed her, found an invisible corner, and squatted down to open the box.He took out a camel hat from inside and threw it to Oulos, who showed an indescribable expression.

Roy took out a long windbreaker and put it on, then took out a navy blue scarf and wrapped it around his neck, and also took out a hat and put it on his head.

Straightening his back, he looked at Oulos who was wearing a hat: "How does it look?"

"Vivid imitation." Oros straightened his hat, showing a eager smile.Roy was taken aback.

"Olos?" Roy looked at her uncertainly.

"Let's go." Oulos grabbed his arm, and Roy began to stiffen. "Go and see what kind of person my brother's partner is."

Roy snorted.He forgot that Oulos wasn't the only one who was controlling him.And Charlie.

... Poor John.

He even planned such an inappropriate meeting surprise on a whim, but he is indeed one of John's blog fans.

Thinking of this, Roy, who was in a good mood, reappeared at the exit with Oulos in his arms.

When John didn't know how many times he checked his watch, he looked up and saw two striking and different people.He groaned and burst out laughing.

It's like a heavy burden is lifted.

"I believe you are Dr. Watson." Roy walked up to him, and he held out his hand.

Watson kept his gaze focused on the brim of his hat: "Oh, yes, of course. So, Sherlock sent you a text message."

"No——" Roy pretended not to see that his eyes had been turning back and forth on his trench coat and their hats, with an expression of eagerness to get the end of the joke, "I'm just assuming reasonably that neither Mike nor Charlie would deign to come and fetch us."

Watson didn't let go of his hand, and shook it a few more times, with excitement lurking in his dry laugh.

"Hi, I've always wondered who is the person who can live with my brother." Oulos slumped slightly, his face was full of curiosity, his smile and expression were like those of an ignorant girl, "Nice to meet you. "

"Oh, no, Sherlock and I do not... live together, although it is true to say so. But we are not, not..." Watson stammered.

"Partner?" Roy added confusion.

"Well, to a certain extent. Of course, we just live in the same house and share the bills equally." Watson seemed to feel that his mouth seemed to be out of control, and there was a suspicion that he couldn't explain clearly.

"So, you don't sleep in the same bed." Oulos said disappointedly.

Watson breathed a sigh of relief, embarrassed but relaxed, "Yes."

Roy couldn't hold back his laugh: "Sorry, we're just too curious about Xiali's roommate. You know, that might be the closest thing he has to being a lover."

Watson said OK in a low voice: "Do you want to go to the hotel first or visit us?"

"Of course to 221B Baker Street!" Roy said righteously, "We are fans!"

Watson heaved a sigh of relief, and took Oulos' box in a gentlemanly manner: "It can be seen."

After a short meeting, John began to develop a great affection for Sherlock's sister and her boyfriend (he didn't see the ring, not even the engagement ring).

The atmosphere of the meeting at the London airport was good, but the meeting in New York seemed a bit delicate.

After Steve sent Roy away, he walked back and forth in the hall outside fidgeting, constantly glancing at the huge display board in front of him.After three long hours, he saw the prompt he wanted to see.

Grabbing the jacket next to him, he walked towards the pick-up gate.

The flow of people at the airport has always been heavy, but Steve still found the person he was waiting for from the crowd at a glance.Seeing the familiar figure, he exhaled.

He got an affirmative answer from Roy, and also received a postcard acknowledgment.However, when he saw people, he still felt that everything was unreal.

It seems that all the extravagant hopes have become a reality, perfect and unreal.

Bucky in a denim hoodie came up in front of him, followed by two tall men, and Steve could easily see where their guns were hidden.

"I knew you wouldn't die that easily." Bucky smiled, and hammered his handle on his chest.

Steve wanted to laugh but couldn't: "...God. This is really..."

Bucky withdrew his hand: "Welcome back."

Steve couldn't help but stepped forward to give him a hug.Bucky patted him on the back with his good hand: "I didn't see Roy, is he still mad at me?"

"No, he just went to England on business." Steve let go of him.

He glanced at the two people behind Bucky, and made sure he could knock them down in a short time.However, this is a request that Bucky will show up.

"Isn't this world too strange for you?" Bucky was in a good mood, but there was a kind of twilight about him that Steve didn't have.Accommodating, gentle and calm.

It was a feeling Steve had felt with Peggy too.He knew that for such a long time, there had been a different gap between the two of them.But who cares?They are best friends.

"Extremely." Steve smiled helplessly.

"I'm a little better than you." Bucky smiled. "I woke up in 1991. You will never catch up with me in your life."

Steve laughed.After laughing, he looked at Bucky and took a deep breath.Bucky fell off the mountain, and he remained unconscious.Own……

"Stop!" Bucky stopped urgently, "I never knew why you were able to say something embarrassing in a serious manner. I haven't eaten yet, and vomiting yellow bile is never a comfortable experience."

"I want hamburgers and fried chicken."

Steve was held back, scratched his head embarrassingly, and agreed.

"Let's go." The two brothers Bucky put their arms around his shoulders.Is really very very happy.

"So, how are you and Roy doing now—" Bucky took a big sip of iced Coke before he found time to ask after wolfing down a few hamburgers.

Steve glanced at the two people sitting at the table behind them.

"Ignore them. I feel very good that I can come out now." Bucky waved his hand, not caring.

"We're alright." Steve shrugged, grabbing a french fry and smashing it.

"That's it?" Bucky looked surprised, "I packed a suit. Just in case there is something formal, like a wedding or something. You know, now, you can go to Las Vegas to get married .legal."

Steve broke a French fries, and the feeling of aggrieved swept back without hesitation: "You know it too."

"of course."

"So, who knows?" Steve asked as if he didn't care.

"Everyone?" Bucky hesitated.

Steve... "Fine." Just he doesn't know.That's pretty cool.

Bucky watched him suddenly fall silent, realizing that something was wrong: "Are you guys having a fight?"

"What do you mean by Las Vegas?" Steve made an impulsive decision, but the more he thought about it, the more he thought it was a good idea.

Bucky explained to him how convenient it is to get married in Las Vegas now, Steve listened quietly, and the quiet Bucky hesitated more and more.

"What happened to you?" Bucky couldn't help it. "Although I woke up in 1991, all I knew was that you were dead and he wanted to leave forever."

"Leave forever?" Steve looked at him.

"He looked very bad at the time, you can't blame him." Bucky shrugged, and he pointed to his eyes, "Didn't you see? His eyes are crying out of order. The tear duct is broken, and the iris seems to be damaged too." What disease."

"I send him letters every once in a while, and I'm always worried that one day he won't want to live."

Steve froze: "Did the red eyes come from crying?"

Bucky thought for a moment, he didn't seem to have said: "What else could be the reason?"

Steve felt a pain in his heart.

Roy, who was frantically teasing Watson in the living room of 221B, had an itchy nose and sneezed.

Sherlock snorted: "Now even Satan can't protect you!"

Roy frowned and clicked his tongue.Bucky must have said something about himself again.

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