prince and his shield

5.

"Still want to join the army?" Bucky looked helplessly at Rogers who 'moved' to New Haven this time.

Rogers snatched the rejected certificate from him. "Just trying."

Bucky sneered.

"You'd better not let your little uncle know." Bucky grabbed his neck and smirked.

Rogers struggled a bit and let him go.Thinking of Roy, he pursed his lips and his eyes dimmed.

Bucky looked at him with a gloomy look on his face: "What happened?"

"It's nothing." Rogers stuffed the rejected certificate into his trouser pocket, saying nothing, without raising his eyebrows.

Bucky knew his virtue, he didn't want to say it, even if he pushed him to the ground and beat him up, he wouldn't say it either.

"I have good news here, but it may not be for you." Bucky trembled.

Rogers looked at him.

"I think I'm likely to be selected." Bucky snorted twice.

Rogers' eyes brightened, "Really?"

"Well, you know that too. There aren't many middle-aged men left in New York who didn't join the army." Bucky shrugged.

After being happy for Bucky briefly, Rogers began to worry again.

"Bucky," the two walked all the way home, and Rogers hesitated to ask, "What kind of job do you think Roy is suitable for?"

The corner of Bucky's mouth twitched, "He is not suitable for human society at all."

Rogers was helpless: "He is just relatively simple!"

"You can't find a more innocent kid than him in Brooklyn, and Jonah across the street is smarter than him." Bucky smiled.Jona is a little girl of four and a half years old.

"Bucky," Rogers frowned, "I'm serious!"

Bucky raised his hand to signal his surrender: "Why do you ask this suddenly? Are you two having any difficulties?" My brother now protects his uncle like eyeballs, with a filter 100 meters thick.Roy can fry an egg by himself, and he can show off at 370 once.

It's not that he is in trouble, so he doesn't care whether Roy wants him to keep him.

"It's not difficult..." Rogers' eyes wandered uncertainly, obviously guilty, "It's just, alas, I can't explain it to you."

With a tense face, he waved his hands irritably, and strode forward.Then Bucky easily caught up.

"Did he mess with you recently??" Bucky guessed.At the beginning, the two lived together and had constant conflicts.Roy, who is as good-tempered as Rogers, was so annoyed several times that he couldn't say a word, and almost pouted.

But that was a long time ago.Roy is dull and awkward, but good-looking.It's really not bad, it's hard to really hate it.

"Except for Roy being confused, not knowing how to adapt, always being weird, and feeling that his brain is not normal... Well, he is still a good person, at least he looks good." Bucky worried that Rogers was really annoyed by Roy this time. , jokingly probing.

It's a beautiful little vase.But it is fragile and needs to be pampered and polished from time to time.Bucky added silently in his heart.

"I said, he is just relatively simple. Not stupid." Rogers emphasized.

"...Okay, got it." Bucky knew that he was thinking too much when he heard it, "Then why did you ask this suddenly? Does he look like someone who can support himself in this world? No one is watching, three days , Ah no, for a day and a half, he couldn't even keep his pants."

Rogers was unhappy: "Why didn't you say that when you wrestled with him and lost?"

Bucky... He quickly changed the subject: "Didn't we try it before? He didn't make a penny, and he lost a lot. One time, he made a lot—"

Rogers' face darkened instantly.

Bucky stroked his chin: "The couple are too careless. They're pretty good at playing—"

"Shut up!" Rogers said angrily.

Bucky realized that he was talking fast, and coughed: "Don't be angry, don't we beat people in sacks and send them to the hospital after that..."

Rogers couldn't help rubbing his eyebrows.

Roy basically knows nothing except eating and drinking.He even suspected that eating, drinking, and lassing were learned temporarily after living with him.

Although he refuted what Bucky said, he also knew that he overestimated Roy and the four-and-a-half-year-old Jonathan.

He is not at all defensive and extremely self-conscious.He believes what others say, and he has no heart at all.When he first found out that he was particularly strong, Rogers wondered if he could do some physical work.

Stuffed into the construction team, not only did white work, but also gave his meal money to others.

After that, Rogers stuffed him into the moving company again, only to meet a couple who...almost tricked Roy into bed.

"If I leave, I feel like he's going to wander again." Rogers sighed.

Bucky looked at him strangely: "Even if your kid is really lucky to join the army, you won't really let him live alone, will you?"

Rogers hesitated to speak, and finally threw out an annoyed sentence, "You don't understand."

Bucky let out a hey: "How can I understand if you don't tell me! What's wrong with you!"

Rogers thought that if he continued to take care of Roy, the problem would be serious.

6.

When Rogers opened the door and entered the house, he smelled a strange smell.He put the keys away and walked into the house vigilantly: "Roy?"

"Ah, you can't come in!" Roy, wearing an apron, hurried out of the kitchen, holding a mud-colored shovel in his hand.

Rogers couldn't hold back a smile, and then said seriously: "What are you doing again?"

Roy put the shovel behind his back, his face full of confusion.

"Roy." Rogers narrowed his eyes slightly, "I smell chocolate. What are you doing?"

Roy pursed his lips, still stubbornly resisting.

"Don't wait for me to go into the kitchen," Rogers warned.

"I'm making chocolate." Roy gave up.After a brief setback, he quickly lifted his spirits and looked at him with bright eyes.

"Chocolate? Why do you think of making chocolate?" Rogers laughed, took off his coat and hung it behind the door.

"Valentine's Day!" Roy said as a matter of course.

Rogers paused: "Valentine's Day?"

Roy nodded sharply.

On the one hand, Rogers knew that Roy just liked to celebrate all the festivals, and on the other hand, he was very sensitive to the festival he said because of some secrets that could not be revealed.

"So, the chocolate is for me?" Rogers looked at the innocent Roy and smiled.

Roy hummed.

"...Thank you." Rogers sighed in his heart, "Do you need my help?"

The excited expression on Roy's face faded a bit: "Don't you like chocolate?"

"No, I like it." Rogers rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen. "I smell burnt. Come on, get it out as soon as possible. We still have dinner to prepare."

Roy looked sideways at the person who walked past him to the kitchen, put the shovel into his mouth and licked it, it didn't taste very good.He pulled out the shovel from his mouth, smacked his lips, and deflated.

Patting himself on the face, he put on his smile again and entered the kitchen.

The chocolate ended up in the fridge, not in ideal condition.

At night, Roy groped into Rogers' room with his pillow in his arms.

Rogers simply took a shower and walked out of the bathroom, only to see a large lump bulging on his bed, a bag that he couldn't ignore even if he wanted to ignore it.He paused and pulled the towel from his waist to his shoulders.

"Roy, we've talked about this." He tore off the quilt and looked at the people inside.

Roy covered his ears.

Rogers took a deep breath, wanted to say something, opened and closed his mouth again: "... Forget it, I'll go sleep outside."

Roy jumped up from the bed suddenly: "I don't understand!"

Rogers turned back: "Don't understand what?"

"Why don't you want me to sleep with you all of a sudden?" Roy hugged the pillow with a puzzled face.

Rogers looked at him and thought to himself, since you ran into my dream and turned everything there into your territory: "It's not suitable."

"What's inappropriate?" Roy couldn't understand.

Rogers stood at the door, not knowing what to say, just silent.

Roy was keenly aware of the repulsion and avoidance that emanated from him: "Did I do something wrong? I've been trying. If there's something I didn't notice, I'm sorry."

Rogers squeezed the towel in two hands.

"Is it because I broke a lot of dishes?" Roy asked, "Or did I forget to lock the door and let thieves in? Or..."

Rogers pulled the corner of his mouth: "Don't think too much. Go to sleep. Don't you still think about Valentine's Day tomorrow?"

"But you don't look like you want to spend the holidays with me." Roy was aggrieved, "If you don't need me, why don't you just say it?" Although he has adapted to the heavy human body, he is not his original appearance after all.

Rogers' jawline tightened: "Not all holidays we can spend together. Valentine's Day is for lovers. We are uncles and nephews."

"But, you like me." Roy said as a matter of course.

Rogers squeezed the doorknob, and wanted to hold him down for a moment, and let him understand his thoughts in a more drastic and direct way, but he just remained silent for a while and said, "...Go to sleep."

He closed the door, turned and left.

Roy picked at the quilt, pouted.

When Roy woke up the next day, Rogers had left the house.

He stood in the empty room, raised his hand and pressed his chest, and kicked the blanket on the ground.He took out chocolates from the refrigerator, placed them in front of him, lay down on the table, and stared blankly.

7.

"It's strange." While the two girls in front were chattering arm in arm by the window, Bucky gave Rogers an elbow. "I remember someone said never to introduce girls to him again."

Rogers bit the snack in his mouth tastelessly, and shrugged: "After all, it's Valentine's Day."

"Speaking of which, doesn't your little uncle have any plans for Valentine's Day?" Bucky had seen Roy's enthusiasm for the festival before.He has great enthusiasm for these traditions, and Rogers, who is often tossing, is good-natured and funny.

"...I don't want to talk about him." Rogers flicked his fingers, as if throwing away something.

Bucky let go of his shoulders, helplessly: "Okay." It seems that we can only listen when someone is ready to say it.

Rogers lowered his head and gathered the paper bag in his hand.

He was not a character and appearance that could please girls, and he kept exuding low pressure all day long. Even if Bucky tried his best to create opportunities, he just cast winks at the blind man.

The four dated, and finally Bucky took the girl away, and it was self-evident what he was going to do.Rogers returned home after dropping off another girl.Now, I have to muster up the courage to go back to my own home.

Roy lay on the table for a whole day, feeling very hungry, but he didn't have the strength to get up and eat.

I don't even want to eat the chocolate right in front of me.

Rogers hesitated at the door.

Roy tilted his head towards the door.As he stayed at the door longer, Roy felt his chest getting tighter and more uncomfortable.

After a long time, the sound of keys shaking came from the door.

Roy stood up from the table and hurriedly turned to another room.

"I'm back." Rogers pushed the door ready, the room was dark and there was no one there.

He turned on the light and saw the intact chocolates on the dining table.

He walked around the house for a while, turned to the utility room specially collected for Roy, and saw the person lying with his back facing him.He hesitated for a while, but finally turned away without calling him.

Roy, who listened with his ears up, turned over to look at the ceiling after he left.Holding the quilt, his chest was so tight that he couldn't breathe.

He felt that he might be suffering from some kind of disease.But will he get sick?He was so weak.

Rogers passed the chocolates on the table a few times, finally sighed, and sat down at the table.

Perhaps it was a very bad idea to continue to let Roy live with him.

He sat on the edge of the chocolate and stared blankly.After a while, he held his head with both hands and took a deep breath.

How did all this develop into what it is now?It wouldn't be Roy who was wrong, just him.he is sick.

He got up, grabbed his clothes, and went out again.

Roy heard the 'bang' sound of closing the door, and sat up slowly from the bed.

He heard it.Rogers' plea was heard.

He wished he was far away from him, as far away as possible.

Roy rested his hand on the bed.Does that mean he's not alone anymore?Can I stop staying here?

Why do I always feel that something is wrong?Also, where can I go?

Roy sat for a while, trying to ignore the terrible pain in his chest, got up and walked outside.

When he was walking, he was shocked that he was in such pain, and he was still able to walk normally, without any sign of being exhausted.The human body is really weird.

He came with nothing and left with nothing.

This time, he remembered to lock the door.

He tugged at the door lock, turned to look outside.

Now, where to go?