The Siren's Sleeping Beauty [Comprehensive British and American]

When Angus woke up, he was standing in a strange place. It didn't look like he was standing, or he might be reclining.

I moved my head a little, and there are white walls all around, without a crack, it is closed.He raised his hand and pushed, and the wall was firm.

Periodically, there is a faint water mist behind him slowly wrapping himself tightly with cool air.

The water vapor is heavy and the temperature is low.

There was a light blue light from a soft light overhead, Angus moved and glanced at his feet, um, the tail...?Angus moved his tail fin, did he stand with his tail?

While wondering, Angus moved his hands away and touched the shelf supporting him, so he understood.

There is something holding it, no wonder.

So he's in a... metal box right now?

As he was studying where he was, the soft light suddenly dimmed, and a square opening was opened in the wall in front of him, revealing Steve's obviously worried face.

"Hey, are you awake?" His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

Angus blinked his eyes: "What happened?"

"You have a fever." Steve rubbed his face, probably to make his face look better.

"Fever?" Angus didn't know why, and wanted to raise his hand to touch his face, but his hand was trapped in the 'wall'.

"How do you feel now? Are you dizzy?" Steve asked, motioning him not to move yet.

Angus shook his head.

Steve breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced over his forehead: "It's 15 degrees Celsius now, which is pretty normal."

"I feel cold." Angus wrinkled his face.

"...Of course you feel cold," Steve smiled wryly, his eyes darkened, "Your body temperature is between 30 and 35 degrees, which is more than double your usual body temperature."

Angus snorted.

"It should have been going on for a while, didn't you feel anything before?" Steve was half complaining and half distressed.

"Well, no wonder I feel that your temperature has dropped a lot recently." Angus was thoughtful.

"You..." Steve reached in and touched his face, and he felt relieved when he noticed the slippery feeling, "It's also my fault, maybe it's because your body temperature is usually too low, and I'm used to it again." The temperature is around 37 degrees..."

"It's also all things piled up together..."

He murmured a few words to himself, and Angus rubbed his palm: "I don't feel anything."

Steve squeezed his face and tried to smile a little: "It's just a little tired, I'm fine. We've found a way to control your temperature now, and you should be able to stay awake."

"Stay here?" Angus didn't want to stay here, "I don't like it here, can you hug me?"

"...just for a while, Angus." Steve's heart trembled, trying to comfort him, "High fever will make you unconscious, and once you are placed in the external environment, your body temperature will gradually rise again."

"Don't mention that I'm a high heat source for you."

Angus snorted, and Steve panicked seeing him, so he could only stroke his hair to comfort him: "It won't be long, I swear."

"You'll be fine soon."

"Lost consciousness, have I been dizzy for a long time?" To be honest, Angus didn't feel particularly uncomfortable.

"...27 hours." Steve leaned to the side with a complicated expression.

"But you look like I'm going to die." Angus said mercilessly.

Steve's face changed for a moment, and then he regained his composure: "Don't talk nonsense, I just haven't rested well, and my complexion is very bad."

"Steve, I don't think I'm going to die." Angus felt that he should have stepped on his sore spot, and smacked his lips.

Obviously he was the one who was sick, Angus shook his tail: "Relax, maybe you can kiss me."

Steve's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his eyes slightly staggered.

With limited vision, Angus didn't know where he was looking, but he was definitely not looking directly at himself.

"Do you want it?" Angus asked him.

Steve looked back, hesitated for a moment, then leaned over, and kissed his forehead awkwardly: "Everything will be fine."

"If you can let me out and hug me." Angus pouted.

Steve laughed and touched his face: "When you get better, we can try to hug each other for 24 hours."

"..." Angus fell into a strange silence, obviously not wanting to.

Steve reached out and rubbed his face: "Tired?"

Angus glanced at him: "I only slept for 20 hours."

"...Yes, so, are you sleepy?"

Angus hesitated for a moment, then said honestly, "Sleepy."

"...you can sleep a little longer. I don't care, you come as you feel comfortable, understand?" Steve got the answer, and his mood sank a bit.

"Then, I'll just sleep for a while." Angus emphasized.

"I know, I know." Steve smiled, "Sleep, I'm right here."

It didn't take half a minute for Angus to fall into a deep sleep again. Steve looked at his quiet face and moved his eyes outside.

There is a transparent glass, and there are three researchers standing outside, two of them are walking back and forth to record and check the data.

One beckoned to himself behind the glass.

Such a battle, no matter how many times he watched it, Steve felt like he had fallen into a huge hole.He has fallen many times, but this time he has serious doubts about whether he can climb out from the very beginning.

After closing the lid of the ellipsoid-shaped custom-made cold cabin, which was about two meters high and slightly inclined, Steve jumped off the scaffolding, and took off his anti-bacterial suit while walking outside.

"He looks...steady." Steve bowed his head and unzipped it.

"This is good news, isn't it?" The one who waved was obviously the person in charge, a fat young man who felt very enthusiastic.

"How is it now?" Steve rubbed his brow, unaffected by his optimism.

"The high-intensity division and metabolic cycle of the cells has moderated, as have other aspects."

"So the temperature is the key, and our physical cooling works." The person in the white coat is a reserve talent specializing in biology from S.H.I.E.L.D., and Steve has a very strange face.

"That's good." Steve squeezed the anti-bacterial suit in his hand, and continued to stare at the opaque capsule-shaped cabin in the pure white space in the glass.

"May I ask, you guys..." The researcher who was forced to drop the device after receiving the mission suddenly, and was almost half-closed here to keep observing Angus shook the recording board in his hand.

Steve looks at him.

"I mean, he's the famous mermaid of late, isn't he? They're—" The researcher flinched at the look in his eyes.

"Sorry, sir."

"Don't have any extra questions, I get it." He pointed to his computer, "I, um, just keep going to work."

"It's an honor to meet you, Captain, no, uh, sir!"

Steve breathed a sigh of relief when he walked away from him.Normally, he likes energetic young people, but now, he just finds it difficult to deal with.

He half raised his hand to cover half of his face.After watching for a while, and after a long delay, he slowly left the room.

Angus didn't know that there were many people around him, and he didn't realize that there were other smells in him, but he was able to talk to himself without any abnormalities.

Is it really getting better?

Going up from the fourth basement, Steve went to the meeting room.

The only people he knew in the conference room were Paige and Fury.

After a glance, it seemed that Peggy had notified him in advance that there were people in charge of the Department of Homeland Security and Homeland Security.

A very scary video was displayed on the screen in the conference room. The whole white room was covered in blood, and the half-person-high water tank in the center was so cloudy that the original color could not be seen at all.

Many people were wailing, and those who were still alive had very hideous wounds all over their bodies.

Jaws moved, and Steve looked away and walked over to find a place to sit.

"...So, in the face of this danger, we really need to take more countermeasures in advance." Standing in front of the stage, the person who was playing the video was wearing a silver-gray suit, and his hair was all combed back with oil. Glasses with black frames.

One can tell that he has a strong persuasive power, at least by looking at him, one can know that he at least thinks so.

Steve glanced at the red tail that was captured a second before the black screen. With that color, it was really hard to tell whether it was the luster of blood or the luster of scales.

The screen is divided into four pieces, and each piece is a scene that is almost terrible.

Just these four scenes that he had been forced to watch several times, more than 30 people died, all in white coats.

This kind of uniform is really rare.

"Your video does not mean that they are completely dangerous. We don't know what those researchers did to him. If it was self-defense..." As the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D., he is also a strong supporter of keeping the sirens in the public eye Also, make a peace deal, and even offer protection to Peggy's first opening.

"Oh? Self-defense? All we can see is how many people died just because we wanted to stabilize him. Have you counted them?" The man in the suit pressed his hand on the table, and the corner of his mouth curled down.

"And this is just the only information we have at present, and they, this kind of creature has lived in the ocean for so many years, we have never known."

"Am I the only one who thinks that shipwrecks at sea aren't just bad weather and bad luck anymore?"

Steve put his finger on the table: "Now, you are fabricating a crime."

"It's just one, and there are good and bad humans. If you really want to prove what a terrible creature they are, give me more evidence."

"Mr. Hamilton." Steve said in a leisurely tone.

"I just want to say, don't we need to prepare ourselves for this kind of creature?" Hamerding raised his hands. "I'm not talking about killing them all. Relax, soldier."

"My point is, whether it is a warship, a civilian ship, or a submarine, should they all be equipped with some equipment that can prevent them from attacking?"

"Don't we still have sonar devices to prevent large fish from approaching? Isn't this kind of thing even worthy of our vigilance?"

"Hammerting, nothing is certain right now. Your intentions will cost too many of our resources.

Unlike mutants, mermaids are only a small number of creatures, and they even only live in the sea.They are not our main problem right now. "Obviously the protagonist of this meeting has become impatient, and after dropping a sentence, he is ready to leave.

"If you're really that busy, get something else." He sneered, and then said to Fury, "Also, dealwiththatmermaid [deal with that mermaid], I don't want to hear more about a few fish Nonsense."

Hamerding straightened up, putting his hands in his trouser pockets.Although he didn't succeed, he didn't show much disappointment.

Steve glances at him, then looks away.

After almost everyone left, Steve sat on the chair and swayed, and Peggy pressed his shoulder: "Is he okay?"

"Just woke up for a while." Steve straightened his back.

"If you need any help, you know we're all here," Paige added. "At least most people wouldn't be willing to hurt them."

"I know." Steve didn't mean to talk deeply.

Peggy withdrew her hand, half-sighed, turned and left without asking any more questions.

After the meeting room was empty, Steve grabbed the remote control on the table, pointed it at the screen and pressed play.

When Natasha and Bucky received his message, they came in and saw a siren hand piercing through the body of a white coat.

Bucky gasped, "Wow—"

Natasha was also a little surprised: "Isn't this the 'princess' we want to save?"

"Well, this seems to be his real body. I guess this is the image of him when he was just caught." Steve pressed the pause button, found an angle where he could see his whole picture clearly, hesitated for a while, and didn't say anything. out his name.

"Where did you get this video?" Bucky asked.

"Hammerting, Stark's opponent, is also a businessman who provides weapons to the military and the military." Steve played with the remote control in his hand, "However, he refused to explain where the video came from."

"At least, what he meant, his lawyer said he could keep silent."

"So, we have a clue now." Natasha smiled secretly.

"I'm counting on you from Hamilton, Natasha." Steve turned his head.

"OK, all the men are mine." Natasha didn't care.

"In addition, the task Fury gave us has also changed." Steve was silent for a while, holding the remote control and turning around, "We need to solve this siren."

"Solution? Is that what I understand? Isn't our mission a rescue?" Natasha raised her voice slightly.

"After being seen by the superior," Steve took a deep breath, "it became a solution."

"According to what they said, we already have two complete, friendly sirens who can communicate and don't hate humans. This one, we can only give up." Steve was a little tired.

"Oh, poor thing." Natasha looked regretful, "Why does it seem like all the misfortunes happened to him?"

Steve watched the ferocious red-tailed siren, or Ross, in the video, his tongue rolling in his mouth.

"I'm going out for a while, can you help me pay attention to Angus's movement?" Steve looked at them.

Natasha made an OK gesture.

"What do you want to do? Need help?" Bucky offered.

Steve waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, took the coat and left.

"Don't you think he's too tense now?" Bucky was a little worried.

"No one can blame him." Natasha patted him on the shoulder and went to the elevator.

Steve went to X Academy, and when he got there, Charles came out to greet him, looking at him seriously: "Angus attacked you?"

Steve moved his back slightly, put his hand across his abdomen and pressed it: "...Yes."

"Don't worry, it's not the first time, I can handle it."

"Come today, I just want to talk to Ross, can he talk now?" Steve took a deep breath.

Charles let him in: "I think, if it was you, he would be willing to chat."

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