prince and his shield

4.

When Rogers took Roy out, Roy didn't resist, and was even enthusiastic.

Getting closer and closer to the police station, Rogers secretly observed Roy's expression the whole time, not panicking at all, and was extremely steady.He pursed his lips, paused in his footsteps, and finally made up his mind to step into the police station.

Roy stood beside him, looking around curiously.

"What's the matter?" The receptionist was an older woman, but she was neither gentle nor impatient.

"...Well, I..." Rogers scratched his hair, not knowing what to say for a moment, "I found someone."

The receptionist's pen paused, his face full of confusion.

"This." Rogers dragged Roy over, "He...well, there seems to be something wrong with his mind."

Roy looked at him strangely, "My body is fully functional and nothing is broken."

Rogers... "Yeah, like that."

The receptionist looked at Roy, then at Rogers, who was as thin as wood, "OK. So, lost population. Fill out a form." These days, nothing is unusual.

Rogers let go of the obedient arm in his hand, took the form, took a breath, "Okay." He glanced at the form, and simply registered his personal information.

Although there were many questions, he sat aside to fill out the form.Roy also sat down, "What are you doing?"

Rogers paused and buried his head in writing, "Nothing."

Roy sat quietly on the side, stopped talking, and only looked around.

After filling out the form, Rogers wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but found that he didn't feel relaxed at all, "...you sit here and don't move."

Roy, who was about to get up, let out an oh and sat back.

Rogers rubbed the form with his fingers, turned and walked away.

Roy called him, "When are we going back?"

Rogers quickened his pace.Roy didn't know why.As time passed, the atmosphere in the detention center began to go in an uncomfortable direction for Roy. He shrank his shoulders and sat quietly on the spot.

Rogers stood at the receptionist's counter, handing over the completed form.

"It's none of your business here, you can go." The receptionist was business-like, with a strong indifference in his voice.

Rogers rubbed his hands on his clothes, looked back at the person sitting there quietly, and couldn't help but said, "I picked it up in Smallwood Cemetery and met him."

The receptionist rolled his eyelids, "Yes."

Seeing that she had no intention of recording, Rogers pursed his lips, took two steps halfway back, and couldn't help turning back, "May I ask, um, what will you do with him afterwards?"

The receptionist was impatient and raised his head, "After one day of publication, if someone looks for it, they will be taken away. If no one looks for it, if they pass the physical examination, they will be sent to the front line automatically."

Although he has always wanted to join the army without success, Rogers reflexively did not want Roy to get close to the battlefield, "His brain is not very good."

"Soldiers just need to be obedient." The receptionist's expression was not cold, but Rogers' back felt inexplicably cold.

He wanted to ask more questions, but the receptionist clapped his hands and gave a 'bang', "You either take the person away, or you stay!"

Rogers was speechless.

After hesitating for a while, he hurried away from the door, not daring to look back.

Seeing him walk out of the door, Roy hesitated for a moment, but still sat still.

I stayed in the detention center for a day, and my lunch was water and a small piece of bread. I was locked in an iron cage with people I didn't know.Roy didn't know why Rogers hadn't come back after leaving for so long.Vaguely, if aware of something, not quite sure what to do.

At the end of the night, Roy, who was sitting in a daze in the corner of the cage, was called out.

"Yes, it's him." It was Bucky who came to pick him up.Roy knew he was Rogers' buddy.

"Where's Rogers?" Roy looked at Bucky filling out the form with his head down.It is similar to the one that Rogers filled out, and it seems that I don’t understand what I want to understand.

Bucky paused, glanced at Roy, who was already dirty and smelly, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he didn't speak to him.After paying some extra fees for others, Bucky took Roy away.

Roy felt as if he should stay where he was and wait for Rogers, but he followed him involuntarily.I couldn't understand some things, and I was a little confused, so I didn't speak along the way.

Bucky took him to a fried chicken shop near the police station, and Roy couldn't help sniffing when he entered, it smelled so good.

"Bucky, thanks." Rogers, who was sitting by the window and watched them come out, got up, inexplicably embarrassed and guilty.

Bucky took off his hat and sat down, "Okay, the people are led out. What should we do now?"

Roy looked straight at Rogers without speaking.

Rogers felt uncomfortable when he saw him, turned his head, and coughed, "Didn't I call him... He, um, is indeed my uncle."

Bucky looked at Roy, then at Rogers, and snorted angrily, "So you should take care of one more..." Rogers pushed the basket containing chicken wings in front of him, "Eat! My treat."

Bucky rolled his eyes and didn't say anything too harsh, "Just be a good person, you're a fool."

Rogers twitched his lips.

Roy looked at them and pursed his lips.

Rogers looked at him, "...are you hungry?"

Roy nodded honestly.The body is sour and swollen, and it is very uncomfortable. It must be hungry.

"What do you want to eat? I'll give you some." Rogers sighed softly, with inexplicable tolerance.

Bucky suddenly felt that the chicken wings in his mouth were not tasty.Co-authoring, I can only eat cold chicken wings, and this idiot relative who has never seen it before to suck blood can still order food? ?

Roy glanced at the things in front of Bucky, hesitated, "Just... this."

"Okay. Wipe your hands." Rogers intended to wipe him with a tissue from the table, but seeing Roy's dusty face, he frowned, "Forget it. Go and wash your face and hands briefly. I'll bring You go to the bathroom."

Roy hummed and followed.

For things like faucets, Roy reacted for a while and used them.Rogers, who was about to roll up his sleeves and stepped forward to guide, took a half step back, watching him wash his face with water, with an inexplicable expression.

Roy fell so dirty that he fell into the pond and rolled a few times on the ground.At first, he had trouble walking.It was raining that day, and the ground was slippery, so it was dirty.

After splashing a few handfuls of water, his movements were a little slow, but he didn't know how to do it at all.Rogers watched from the sidelines, and couldn't help but reflect on his decision.

Roy felt that there was nothing on his face other than the skin, so he turned off the tap, "It's finished."

In a daze, Rogers turned his head, dumbfounded.

Although it was confirmed that this person was not a blackmailer, the only reason Rogers softened his heart was that his eyes were too clean.Just from his eyes, he can't tell that he is a person with bad intentions.But he didn't know that this person's face was washed and put together, it was more innocent and harmless than looking at the eyes alone.

Also... very nice.

Rogers stammered, "You..."

Roy wiped his chin, which was dripping.Rogers tore the paper and handed it to him.Roy stretched out his hand, and when his white, somewhat transparent fingertips were about to touch him, he shrank back a bit.

Roy's hand that took the paper paused, and he lowered his head to wipe his face and hands with the paper.

Although the hair and body are still dirty, like a tramp, or a beggar.But Rogers realized desperately that he might really not be able to get rid of this big trouble.

After all, just looking at his face, he is not at ease and really let go of his "little uncle" who seems not very smart.Even though, Bucky insists that this is a bloodsucker in disguise.

Roy wiped off the water and pinched the wet ball of paper.

"... Finished washing?" Rogers recovered his voice, "After washing, let's go out to eat."

"you……"

"Ok?"

"Do you not want me?" Roy raised his face and asked his doubts.

Rogers...how do you say that? ?Do you want... this...

Roy scratched his head, "Actually, if you don't need me, you can just say so. I'll just go."

Rogers' throat was blocked and he swallowed dryly.do you need?Of course not!What can this person do?It seems to be born slow, and it seems to be directly mentally retarded.

Even if there is indeed a blood relationship, taking in, what else can it be other than a burden? ?

Opening his mouth several times, Rogers looked at his dirty clothes and messy hair.But white and transparent skin, red and shiny mouth, black and black eyes, and a temperament so pure that no one can ignore it.

He couldn't say ruthless words to him, he couldn't do ruthless things, even just because of his temporary indifference, now he couldn't look directly at those eyes that didn't actually blame or complain.

Rogers reached out and supported his head, resigned to his fate, "...it's nothing, you, don't think too much about it."

Roy breathed a sigh of relief and laughed, "That's great. I thought I was causing you trouble." His original intention was to protect Rogers, and it would be bad to be self-defeating.

Rogers was dazzled by the smiling face, as if his insincerity was completely hidden, and he was losing ground.After Roy walked out of the bathroom, he rubbed his face hard, and followed after a while.

Walking to the seat and seeing the already demented Bucky, he inexplicably regained an inch of comfort, "The chicken wings are not bad?"

Bucky looked at Roy in a daze, his half-open mouth squirmed, trying to respond and then choked up.Sitting across from him, Rogers finally smiled sincerely.

When Roy finished eating a whole plate of chicken wings and French fries, Bucky's face was still slightly red.Rogers has completely calmed down.

After finishing a meal in a strange atmosphere, Bucky accompanied the 'nephew and uncle' all the way home as quiet as a chicken.

Seeing that he had delivered to the door, Rogers didn't intend to leave. He blocked the door and raised his eyebrows.

Bucky smiled obsequiously, and wanted to squeeze in, "Then what, my uncle is... so dusty, do you need to take a shower first? Do you have suitable clothes?"

Rogers twitched his face, "You said I should just leave him there."

Bucky..."Don't, it's poor."

Rogers pushed Bucky out speechlessly, "Let's go, remember to buy tickets tomorrow."

Bucky grabbed the door frame tightly, "No, why are your genes all concentrated on your little uncle? Is he really your uncle??"

Rogers let go speechlessly, and glanced at the room, "...I asked. It really is."

His father died before he was born, and his mother took her away from the original home.He made a round of phone calls yesterday to confirm that he really has a little uncle named Roy Rogers.

He is the old man of his grandparents, only five years older than himself (in fact, he doesn't look five years old at all).Grandpa and grandma passed away half a year before his mother. He did come to find him after he got the news that his mother had passed away from a serious illness.

As for the "support" mentioned in the cemetery, it is estimated that the brain is not working well and cannot speak.Or, they tricked him over to find a relative on his cheap nephew's father's side to coax him.

Bucky hissed, "He's too..."

Rogers looked into the room again. Roy sat quietly on the spring bed he made for him, looking very... well-behaved.

"Bucky, ask your uncles and aunts if there are any reliable psychiatrists." Rogers sighed, turned around and whispered.

Bucky simply agreed, "Okay, let me ask for you."

"Thank you."

"...If he really has a brain problem, you..." Bucky, who was blinded by his appearance for a while, began to worry about his friend.He's just grown up, what's the matter...

Rogers pursed his lips, "You saw it too. He can't be left alone to take care of him like that."

Bucky sighed, and then comforted him, "Actually, it's not bad, you have relatives."

Rogers froze for a moment, then smiled, "Well, indeed."