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

"Well, you're here." Fury sat behind the desk and looked at Steve who knocked on the door, "Come in."

"What happened?" Steve put his hand slightly on his waist.

"Special, agent? Siren?" Fury turned the screen in front of him to Steve.

"..." Steve...

Angus was still hanging around in S.H.I.E.L.D. and didn't go back.

"Special agent, code name Siren, real name Angus Cullen. Now his number is SS28398, directly subordinate to you, no one has the right to transfer him, including me, captain." Fury threw it on the table After applying for a certificate, he smiled at Steve.

"This is the best arrangement I can make for you."

"...You speak as if you can really persuade him to use for you." Steve looked at the documents that seemed to have been prepared a long time ago, "He is not a secret agent."

"Now he is, and he is still a special agent." Fury twitched the corner of his mouth.

After a stalemate for a while, Fury clasped his hands together: "He broke into the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D. without authorization, stole public property, and inquired about secrets—"

"...just this time." Steve pulled the ID.

Fury shrugged his shoulders; "Whatever you say, he is under your control now."

Steve...

"This, when did you prepare it?" Steve waved a card in his hand that was really not much different from his own pass.

"It's been a while." Fury continued with his work.

Steve shook his head and left with his ID.

The meeting of the two fish is like a cross-border exchange between two large-scale rare animal conservation centers in order to continue the genes of rare species. This scene is very incomprehensible to Steve.

Standing by the railing of the building used as a meeting, Steve overlooked the packed media downstairs and invited 'experts', and pressed the communicator next to his ear: "Anything?"

"No. Trucks, helicopters, vans, none of them." Natasha sat outside under the open-air cafe and sipped her coffee.

"metoo." It's Bucky in the southwest corner.

"There's nothing unusual up there." This was Barton at the highest point of the building.

Steve put his hands down and continued to observe.

After a while, he locked his eyes on an old red van: "... our guests may be here."

Until the car that couldn't find any high-end feeling slowly passed the crowd and drove into the building, and a tall and thin man got off, sweating obviously nervously.

He opened the side door, then moved out the built-in ramp from inside, wiped off his sweat, and stood aside.

The red-haired young man was sitting in a wheelchair, his legs were covered with a beige blanket, and he was pushed out with his head down.

Pushing him was a shy young man with glasses, swallowing his saliva, and wearing a white coat that Steve didn't like very much recently.

He pursed his lips, stood on the second floor and looked at them condescendingly, making sure again that no one appeared around except these two people.

"Is it just me, or does everyone think we've been tricked again." Bucky put his hands on the railing, bent slightly, and there was displeasure in his voice.

Fury looked up to the second floor, and Steve motioned him to wait.

"Agent Siren, are you there?" Holding the headset, Steve whispered.

"Well, cap, tain."

I don't know why this word popped out of Angus' mouth, but I always feel that there is a change of tone.Rubbing his earlobe, Steve lowered his voice unconsciously: "Is he the main body?"

"No, die." Angus put the headset by his mouth, put his hand on his chin, and stayed in the room with Shelley just one wall away, quietly watching the monitor.

"Don't need to confirm on the spot?" Fury interjected.

"No, he's not here. If he comes, I'll know." Angus had no doubts, "This one is dead."

Steve was still slightly puzzled by Angus' description, so he kept it temporarily: "It seems that we are indeed underestimated very much."

"Young man, I know you didn't come here voluntarily." Fury took a few steps forward, "But, on this occasion, we don't accept teasing. Now, where are the real sirens?"

"Hey—the mermaid you want is here, you can stop chasing us. We will never do anything out of line again.

So please spare us! ! "

The young man wearing glasses shouted loudly, sniffed his nose, lifted the blanket covered by the red-haired young man, and knelt down to the center of the venue.

"We will never again privately..."

"What is he doing?" Bucky asked in disbelief.

"The media has broken in!" The guard at the door sent a message.

The strobe lights started to light up in patches, like sharks that smelled the smell, and the pictures of the scene alone were enough for them to talk about it for days and nights.

"Now, take those two down with me." Fury gritted his teeth.

You must know that their meeting is live, and how many people are watching their every move in such a short time, I can't imagine.

Peggy cursed and threw away the headset.

The young people took out from their pockets many seized products that they had seen or hadn't seen yet: "All my achievements are here, and I will not continue with anything."

"I'm sorry, but they are indeed useful, aren't they? They are not bad products, I just...are not reconciled." The young man's voice was full of tears, and his performance was superb.

Violence cannot be used directly, and it is still a step too late to pull people out of the national reality.

The fact that the live broadcast was stopped in a hurry made many people feel conspiracy theories in their hearts, and various speculations began to ferment overtly and secretly.

And the photos of the mermaid from various angles spread all over the streets and alleys in an instant. After the silver tail, they saw the second mermaid again.

This is undoubtedly a small climax for the press, and all interested people have released various eye-catching discussions around this topic.

In the end, everyone became aware of the 'facts' that the upper echelons were trying to hide, and the mermaid products that were still circulating at high prices in the dark market ushered in a new wave of popularity because they could no longer be sustained.

All accumulated quantitative changes are approaching qualitative changes.

Even if Fury has repeatedly asked for greater rights to completely ban the passage of such products, in the United States, where the degree of freedom is very wide and interstate management is very difficult, such a ban is almost impossible to achieve.

When the fermentation reaches a certain level, even people who have heard about the dangers of mermaid products can't help but try these miraculous medicines and products.

After all, for such a long time, there has not been any real failure or death case, and some are positive things.

Some private research institutes successively announced the specific components they analyzed, and confirmed with powerful data that the previous paper on sirens can be verified to be at least 70.00% correct.

And the patented products that the kneeling 'poor researcher' couldn't sign for some unspecified reason are genuine.

And the backers who supported S.H.I.E.L.D. were also under a lot of pressure.

It has become a new trend in the upper class to own one or two things that are absolutely not "seen by others", and this kind of pursuit has gradually been involved in all circles of human existence.

The basic concept that collective crimes are not shared with individuals has been vividly reflected in this upsurge.

And just when no amount of pressure can be suppressed, there are different voices within the law enforcement system that upholds the concept of suppression, which is very disheartening.

Angus has only a half-knowledge of the changes in the current situation. What he knows is that some people have already started to go to sea to hunt mermaids, although so far it has been fruitless.

Steve, who was no longer able to play any raid role, had the illusion that he was idle in this general situation. They had already found Ross's body, but except for the bruised Ross who was voluntarily abandoned, the base they could collect There is little information left.

When Angus returned to X Academy to meet Ross, his expression was complicated.

"I saw you saw me." Ross said something twisted, playing with his hair, "You guys are too slow. I'm waiting for you to kill 'me', one less, and one .”

"Maybe I shouldn't trust you guys."

"I will find an opportunity." Angus said after a moment of silence.

"A chance to do what?" Ross looked at him.

"Sing the song in your face, to kill you. [Sing the song in your face, kill you]" Angus scratched his head and smacked his lips.

"...Then you have to kill all of me first." Ross leaned on the glass, "You are a perverted siren, you know that?"

"I'm just more normal than you." Angus rolled his eyes and turned to leave.

"They have a new one." Los looked at his back and said abruptly, "A little monster, just like you."

Angus turned around: "What?"

"Half siren, half human. I still use my genes, disgusting." Rose's face was dark, "They will pay the price, and I will kill that little monster."

"...I'm a mixed race." Angus grasped what Ross really wanted to say strangely.

Rose sneered.

"That's why you've always hated me." Angus blinked, "Because I'm half human."

"No, no, don't get me wrong, you're more disgusting than that." Rose shook his head violently, "Don't think too much of yourself, monster."

"...Am I half a dolphin?" Angus' mouth twitched.

"You would rather—" Rose was speechless, "You are really too narcissistic."

"You said it all, why don't you just say it clearly!"

"Did I say anything to you?" Ross patted the glass, "Think clearly before speaking."

Angus...

Angus rolled around on the bed, unable to fall asleep anyway, so Steve simply turned on the light and sat up, hugged his pillow, and the mermaid that the whole world wanted now sighed.

...He might not be able to hide Angus anymore, and maybe it was important to have him ready.

"Can you understand how things are going?" Steve leaned on the head of the bed, grabbed Angus on his lap, and sat facing him.

"Can you?" Angus was still wondering what his other half was.

Steve stretched his arms, Angus threw him in his arms, and the two of them sighed together.

"OK, now, what the hell is that pink crystal?" Steve rubbed his back.

The question about mermaids has now to some extent become a group issue at the political and social level, and many people have their own ideas.But the general trend is that no matter which side it is, the ultimate goal may be to completely destroy the mermaid's hometown.

In the face of the vast majority of the community, individual efforts are negligible.

It's useless to be anxious.

"Analysis says it's a mineral crystal, how could it be... a brain?"

Angus hummed, and walked away from him silently: "Maybe, it's not clear enough to say that it's the brain."

"They are a bit like the waste that our body excretes." Angus wrinkled his face. "The only difference from the excrement you mentioned is that they are only formed in our brains."

"The longer a siren lives, the bigger this thing will be in its head."

"Because it's too private, we generally don't want to see other people's things," Angus pinched his fingers. "This thing is a bit disgusting."

Steve...

"If it's waste, how do you discharge it... like—" Steve didn't say a word.

"We can't excrete it on our own initiative. Before we die, this thing will grow up." Angus rubbed his arm, "I'm surprised that you can find so much, maybe it's just the waste that Ross excreted, there is a lot— —”

"Given that, he can move flexibly in different bodies of his own."

"But...you actually know how to eat." Angus covered his mouth and looked at Steve.

It's like seeing him eating shit with a tangled and complicated expression.

"...I've never eaten that kind of thing." Steve pushed his hand away and leaned closer, "Don't look at me like that."

Angus was grabbed by his arm, but he retreated, pulling him into a strange arc.

Steve was just trying to tease him, but that soon changed.

"come here." He pulled La Angus' arm, his voice hoarse.

Angus looked at him warily: "What are you doing?"

Steve didn't speak, and Angus frowned.

"OK...don't show this expression," Qiu Huan failed again, Steve let go of his arm, turned over, and faced the ceiling, "If you don't want to, I won't do anything."

Angus was loosened by him, he rubbed back a few inches, and rolled directly, feeling a little dazed.

Steve looked at Angus, who was still on the bed with only his legs left, and raised his hand to wipe his face. Why did he feel that Angus was getting more and more stupid.

Lie down on the edge of the bed, he stretched out his hand to pull Angus up: "You—"

"You let me go!" Angus patted him.

"It was you, you wanted me to keep my distance." Steve dodged his claws and grabbed his wrist, feeling like he couldn't take the blame.

"I can't stand it." Angus scratched his hand.

Steve... "You might want to stop sharing your feelings with me, you're just making things go in a direction you don't want."

Angus looked at the person who turned his back to him and moved far away, entangled for a long while, and arched over there.

Steve moved away: "Angus, stay away from me."

Angus...

Lifting his foot and kicking the person down, Angus wrapped the quilt angrily and occupied the whole bed.

Steve put his hands on the side of the bed, sat on the ground, looked at the person under the quilt who was staring at him with both eyes: "...Do you want me to continue or not?"

Angus buried himself in the quilt.

Steve... "I'll take this as the default."

Angus tucked himself into the quilt, and Steve laughed silently a few times.He lifted the quilt, got in, hugged her, and kissed her head and face.

"Why are you so..." Steve sighed, "Relax, it won't be so bad this time."

"I... will control it." This is not very confident.

"I can't bear that feeling," Angus scratched his stomach with his hand, then got out of the quilt for a while, bit his mouth, and mumbled, "but——I like to see you lose control."

Steve's throat clenched.

"Like, you miss me so much." Angus said inexplicably.

Steve blocked his mouth: "Yes, yes, I will give you my life."

Angus hugged his arm: "It's a very intimate feeling. Except for a little bit sad, I like everything else."

Steve touched his waist and stroked it, Angus narrowed his eyes slightly.

There were a little more nocturnal activities, and it was only a taste of it. After rolling for a while, Steve kissed him deeply, and then he relaxed a little.

Angus held his back, leaving only a deep tooth mark.

Steve rubbed his tense back and smiled: "Still can't get used to it?"

Angus was limp all over, complaining: "Every time, I have no strength."

Steve hugged him, kissing him enough, and after a while he carried him to the bathroom.

Although Angus was reluctant every time, after getting used to it, he basically got better.The all-day, all-day-to-death horror that Steve feared didn't happen.

Luckily.

Before falling asleep, Steve looked at the ceiling for a while, and suddenly said, "Angus, shall we get married?"

"Okay—"

The author has something to say: The most casual marriage proposal in history——

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