[Comprehensive British and American] Stark Apartment

Apparently, apartment 222b has put aside the word low-key, and started doing what it wants to do under the name of low-key.To be honest, the four of them have nothing to do with low-key. From Captain America, the great American hero, to the brothers from the God Realm, they are not people who like to be low-key, so... the low-key that was agreed before has gone with the wind. up.

After Throwing Sol out as a labor force, if they are sure to come to help, in the eyes of Lestrade's men, they are like Sherlock, and of course no one will ask them to give a statement. After all, this kind of thing has always been done by the inspector himself.After sorting out the entire scene, Lestrade arranged for the police officers to leave one after another, and immediately applied for a wanted warrant to the higher authorities for the arrest of the psychopath Temer Potter.

Sherlock gave them a reminder that they must take good care of Maria's body. According to Temer's love for her, he would steal Maria back at all costs.This also proves that the murderer will not escape, he will hide in the dark and wait for an opportunity.

Afterwards, Tony and the others didn’t know whether there was domestic violence in Sherlock’s house. Who told Steve, who had a strong sense of justice, not to let them turn on the monitor casually, so that Tony and Loki wanted to see the excitement? Impossible.

In fact, there was no domestic violence. Although there was a little conflict in the conversation of the "family of four" that day, both Sherlock and Mycroft are well-mannered people. They only move their mouths but not their hands. , They will stop automatically when the argument becomes dry, and there is no need for anyone to care about it.

Because the case has come to an end temporarily, Watson, who has not been home for two days, has no reason to stay. He put on his clothes and stood in front of Sherlock and coughed heavily. Sherlock pretended to pay attention To Watson, looked him up and down and said, "Oh, John."

"Ahem, I'm going home, you won't have any problems alone, right?" Watson was still worried about Sherlock, who said that this person likes to cause trouble too much!And the murderer hadn't been caught at this time. According to Tony, they had already been seen by Temer. To be honest, he was really worried that Temer Potter would jump over the wall to find Sherlock.

"John, you worry too much. To be honest, you haven't been home for two days. If you don't go back, I'm worried that Mary will break up with you." He said this with a smile, but what do you think of that smile? bitter.

Watson looked at him helplessly, "Mary understands me very well. I will ask Mrs. Hudson to watch you eat tonight. Remember to call me if you have anything to do."

"Yes, John, you're getting nagging, like Mrs. Hudson."

Watson rolled his eyes. Obviously, he and Sherlock had no way to communicate well, but he didn't know that Sherlock had been peeking at his back after he left. He wanted Watson to stay, but there was nothing Position is not it!

"We're just friends, aren't we?"

In fact, Watson did not go home immediately, but rang the doorbell of the neighbor's house next door. Thinking of the dream at night and the case at hand, he still couldn't worry about that person.It's impossible to count on Mrs. Hudson, all she can do is watch Sherlock eat on time!And their neighbors, though mysterious, were all good people, and he believed them.

To be honest, when Watson rang the doorbell, Tony was reforming his armor in the basement, while Rocky and Sol were sleeping, and only Steve, who was reading a book, was idle at home. Watson was ringing the doorbell. He put down his book and went downstairs.

"Doctor Watson."

"Mr. Rogers, hello." Watson looked at the kind-hearted Steve and greeted him with a smile. He also knew very well that among the neighbors of 222b, this was the only person who had served in the military like himself and was the most trustworthy person. It would be the best choice not to quarrel with Sherlock.

"Please come to the doctor."

"Oh, no, no, no, I have something to ask you." Watson was a little unnatural. In fact, this matter is not so difficult to talk about, but it just feels weird. Maybe if it wasn't for him already having a fiancee. Well-meaning neighbors will also misunderstand him and Sherlock.

"Just say so, and we'll do our best to help."

"You know that Temer Potter hasn't been caught yet. I'm a little worried that he will take revenge on Sherlock, so I hope you can keep an eye on him, don't..." Watson became more worried as he spoke, Xia The shadow of Locke jumping from the upstairs and the dream all appeared in front of his eyes.

Seeing Watson's complexion getting worse and worse, Steve nodded, "Of course, I understand that the doctor and we are neighbors, aren't we? Mr. Holmes will be fine, don't worry."

"Um, thank you very much."

After having an answer, he felt a little relieved.

"Is the doctor going home?"

"Ahem, yes. I haven't been back for several days, so I just want to go back when this matter is over."

Steve nodded knowingly, after all, it's human nature, isn't it!If it was him, he would return to Tony's side immediately. Thinking of this person, he felt that there were hands wrapped around his neck behind him, and there was a vague smell of engine oil. You don't need to guess who is behind you. who.

"Please rest assured, Dr. Watson, we will strictly supervise everything about Sherlock."

"Okay, thank you very much."

After Watson thanked him over and over again, he still wanted to go home after leaving apartment 222b. There was still a Mary waiting for him to go back at home. They made an appointment to have a candlelight dinner together.

After closing the door of his own house, Tony leaned into Steve's arms and asked Loki, who was obviously just waking up on the sofa, "Are you sure you don't need to cast another little magic on John."

Loki yawned and gave him a blank look, "Do you think my magic is as fragile as your machine? Stupid tin can."

"You don't want anything to happen in the middle, or I won't admit it!"

"Hmm, of course."

That night, our Tony invited Sherlock to his home* for dinner. He kept his promise with Watson and looked at Sherlock carefully, because it was the first time they sat down to eat together, so Steve discovered that not only They are the three eldest children in their family. Even Sherlock is a picky eater. He eats according to his own mood, which is more difficult than Tony.

Steve suddenly felt a little sympathetic to Watson. What he needed was a lover, not a big child or a troubled child.

Sherlock has actually begun to suspect this family, but Tony and the others are good people, and Sherlock doesn't bother to think about them. Even if they are aliens, they have nothing to do with him.

Let’s talk about Watson, he has had nightmares for three days in a row. The themes of the dreams are very unified, and they are all related to Sherlock. Every night, Sherlock dies in a different way, being shot to death and drowned in water. Being bitten to death by a dog, it is only unexpected that he would not die. Watson was awakened every night and then started a new round of dreams.

On the fourth night, he returned to the place where Sherlock jumped off the building. It was like a memory replay. Sherlock jumped from a high building and fell heavily on the ground. He couldn't tell whether it was reality or not. In the dream, he knelt on the ground and pushed Sherlock's body, telling him to get up quickly...

But he really died. He attended Sherlock's funeral, watched Mycroft shed a rare tear, saw many people walking past him and comforted him, and told him that Sherlock Holmes No lie, he is really dead.

No longer a joke, Sherlock Holmes is really dead.

"Sherlock..."

Waking up from sleep again, probably because the voice was louder today, Mary looked at her fiancé in a daze with confusion, "John, what's wrong?"

Watson covered his eyes and shook his head. He got out of the bed and put on some clothes. By the way, he tucked up Mary's quilt and lowered his head to kiss her forehead. He said, "It's just a nightmare. Go to sleep first!"

Mary was very sleepy and fell asleep quickly.And Watson came to the living room, sitting on the single sofa and did not dare to close his eyes. He was afraid that once he closed his eyes, he would see Sherlock's death.If the previous Watson could still bear it, then the dream just now was when Watson was most afraid. He was afraid that everything now was an illusion, and he was afraid that Sherlock would really die.

That night Watson never slept again, just sat on the sofa quietly all night, until the next day when Mary woke up, he already had thick dark circles and red bloodshot eyes.Mary walked to Watson's side in surprise. It had been a long time since she had seen such a haggard Watson. He was just as listless as when they first met.

"What's the matter, John?"

"It's okay, I...it's okay, I'm just thinking about something, just something." Watson stood up while speaking. Mrs. Hudson must have woken up at this time, and he wanted to check it out for himself , Sherlock has nothing to do.

"Mary, I'm on leave today."

"Okay, doctor. Are you going to see Sherlock?" It seems that there is no one else who can make Watson take time off from work except Sherlock Holmes.

"Well, oh... oh yes, I have something to discuss with him." Watson is actually quite a bitch, and there are some things he won't say, just like his worries about Sherlock and the shadow of my heart.

He took out the key of 221b from his pocket. He never returned this key, probably because he still regards this place as his home!Mrs. Hudson, who heard the voice, came out and saw Watson standing at the top of the stairs. She opened her mouth looking at Watson's back, and finally decided to make a portion of today's breakfast!

It was still early, and Sherlock hadn't woken up. In the dark room, he was sleeping like a child. Watson stood beside Sherlock's bed and reached out to touch his hand outside, feeling the warmth in his palm. Wen Huasheng was relieved, but when he wanted to go to the living room, Sherlock suddenly grabbed his wrist. The man opened his eyes and smiled happily at him, "Morning, John!"

"Good morning, Sherlock."

He didn't know what the confusion in his heart was, but when he was lying on the other side of the double bed, Watson surprisingly fell asleep, which was a rare good sleep for him.