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

Regarding the matter of his out-of-control before, Angus gave up his fixed share of snacks before exchanging news from Ross.

"If it's a normal siren, it will reach maturity in about 20 years. As for you..." Ross pouted.

Angus turned his pen and raised his eyelids. He has lived for more than 20 years.

"Well, who made you a monster." Ross shrugged, opened the bag in his hand, and the thin potato chips were grinding in his mouth, "After that, it will be twice a year. From March to April And from October to November, the time is uncertain."

"Twice." Angus clicked his tongue.

"You really are a freak," Ross looked down at him because of the high position, "you're the first siren I know who doesn't like this kind of thing. Or is it that your partner [partner] can't satisfy you? Or, the other way around?"

"...Don't worry about it." Angus glared at him.

"hemmmmm——" Ross smiled half-smile, then lowered his voice and said ambiguously, "Do you want me to teach you?"

Angus looked up: "We are fine."

"Whatever you say," Ross narrowed his eyes slightly, and snorted softly, Angus's back went numb,

"Hmm-hum--I haven't tasted delicacies, so I'm naturally satisfied with simple food. It's really pitiful." Ross brushed his hair, smiling, with a wonderful sense of ambiguity.

Angus bit his own cheek, stared at him, and poked a hole in the paper with his pen.

"——Whatever you are doing, stop." After a while, Angus frowned, noticing something was wrong, and warned.

Ross stopped making some sounds that made Angus feel hot all over, and instead laughed at him: "You are so immature——"

"It just means you're too old." Angus gritted his teeth.

"Time is a gift to sirens, infant [novice]—" Ross looked at him faintly, "Obviously you don't have it."

"Do you still want snacks?" Angus said in a cool voice.

"This is the procedure we grow up. If you don't go through it, you will be a child for the rest of your life." Ross returned to the topic with ease.

"Grow up?" Angus looked at him, so it's not an illusion that he felt that his bones were stretched out recently?

"Yes, long-term exposure to heat sources will trigger it in advance. During the breeding period, our growth rate is equivalent to 0.8 times that of when we just hatched, which is a very fast speed-put away your ignorant expression." Ross said halfway, seeing his I couldn't help but yell at him, "What do I say, what do you believe, idiot."

"Your potato chips are out of original flavor, and neither is the Coke." Angus announced mercilessly.

Ross smashed the bag around his head.

"So, there's no way to avoid it?" Angus gnawed on the tip of his pen, feeling annoyed.

"Well, if you really don't want it, keep it cold." Ross floated lazily, "I'm sure your humans will be very/very/satisfied/satisfied with this."

"I'm so satisfied that I can't bear to continue to just guard a little fool who doesn't have a good mood."

Angus put down his pen: "There are no more cornflakes."

Ross turned over and sank into the water: "Conversely, continuous high temperature can also promote growth, do you want to try it?"

"No need." Angus memorized his homework.

Well, it's homework, Steve left for himself... pre-marriage homework.He wanted to figure out what to do for the rest of his life while he had two adult fish by his side.

This is the most important thing, although Angus himself doesn't really want to ask.

Angus flipped through his notebook: "Ah, what is the ashes after the fish tail disappears?"

"I don't know." Ross flicked his tail, "Only you don't want your own tail."

Angus skipped this question and continued: "Why do you say that humans are poisonous to sirens?"

"Unfortunately... this one doesn't work for you." Ross played with the rubber duck in the water.

"It doesn't work for me, and you said I'm not a human hybrid." Angus put down his notebook.

"You weren't."

"Then what am I?"

"You're a monster." Rose glanced at him.

Angus clicked his tongue: "I didn't see you getting weaker either."

"I need conditions, idiot." Ross put the rubber duck in his mouth and bit it, making a rattling sound.

"What conditions?"

"It has nothing to do with you. Keep looking for questions in that wonderful book of yours, and let me see how ignorant you are." Ross was very concerned about Angus' claim that he was illiterate.

"Is there a cure for the poisoned siren meat?" Angus continued.

"This question isn't about you, is it?"

Angus shrugged and agreed.

"Who knows—" Ross looked at Angus sideways, "I've died many times, but no one really died, did they?"

Angus put a cross in the book.

Ross looked at his fork and smiled subtly: "Angus, remember what you said yourself, you are going to sing for me."

Angus looked up at him: "You want me to sing now?"

"Yes," Ross pinched the rubber duckling with his fingers, "why not?"

"Because once I kill you, many humans will die too." Angus's notebook had no other questions for the time being. He closed it, stood up and looked at Ross.

"Yes—" Ross dragged his voice.

"And you find it very interesting." Angus patted the glass.

"Yes, absolutely." Rose smiled.

"Goodbye, Ross." Angus turned and left.

"Do you know Asgard?" Rose asked abruptly.

"?" Angus turned to look at him.

"Well, it comes from a wonderful... human mythology." Ross showed the smile that made Angus want to slap his face swollen.

Rolling his eyes, Angus turned to leave.

Ross said mysteriously behind him: "I really don't want to know how to make him more comfortable? I am too~"

Angus...

"I want a box of chips."

"..."

·

"What did you say you did last night?" Bucky scratched his ear.

"Marriage proposal." Steve put on his equipment.

"……Then?"

"He agreed." Steve patted himself on the waist.

"Wh, what?" Bucky still felt that he hadn't followed his train of thought.

"Well, now, Angus is officially my fiance." Steve saw someone coming, greeted him, and smiled slightly.

"Why are you doing this? No... why are you so casual?" Bucky also waved at the passing agent, looking at Steve in disbelief.

"I thought you'd let us fly a plane, hang a proposal banner down there, fly three times around New York, and shoot a few shots—"

"...That's your plan." Steve's mouth twitched, "I definitely don't have that idea."

"It's a little rushed, but I've thought it through." Steve scratched his face, the corners of his lips slightly raised, "Now, he is the representative of the Siren, a special team member of the government agency. In addition, And Captain America's fiancé."

"..." Bucky gasped, "Are you going to agree to Fury's request to push Angus to the front?"

"No, it's me." Steve found his hood and snapped it on.

"What?" Bucky didn't know why.

"Howard made me a new battle uniform, and I haven't had a chance to wear it openly." Steve smiled.

·

Captain America is back!The first superhero has awakened from decades of slumber!

The symbol of the American spirit is back—!

Even if the war is over, heroes are still active in various places to save lives and heal the wounded, and continue to protect everyone!

This is definitely another case of explosive news after the mermaid.Soon, wearing a blue mask and holding a shield, the captain who frequently appeared in various crime scenes to fight crimes has become a new headline darling.

In addition, he still has a lot of public relations work to deal with, such as shooting patriotic educational short films or "randomly" publishing some "personal" views on current affairs news.

Like how they should treat emerging races.

Captain America has a high opinion of mermaids, and thinks that they are a species worthy of communication. It will not be a new thing soon. Although the guiding role is slower, it is subtly changing those that are not stable. basic concept.

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"Cap, tain—" Angus stayed in the car, poking his fingers at a bunch of red, green and green buttons in front of him from time to time, and shouted weakly into the microphone.

"Already bored?" Steve sent the last few prisoners to the police car, rubbed his earlobes, pressed the headset and smiled lowly.

"Ang—" Angus lay down on the console.

It's all a lie to him, it's all fake to be able to see Steve up close and direct his actions.All he did was watch the surveillance, relay the conversations between the hostages and the thugs in real time, and wait for Steve to figure it out.

"After the backup clears, we can retreat." Steve reassured him.

"Hey, Mr. Captain, my granddaughter likes you very much, you can—" A woman in her 60s, who was covered by an orange blanket by the police, walked over from one side, and said cautiously, "Can you sign her name?"

Steve recognized one of the hostages he had rescued, and smiled friendly: "Of course, ma'am."

"Thank you—" She took out a pile of pens and paper from her bag and handed it to Steve.

Steve's eyebrows under the mask moved, and he took it, secretly sighing that he was quite prepared...

"Ma'am, your granddaughter?" Steve asked.

"Just give it to Sharon." The woman clutched her blanket tightly with her fingers, trying very hard to hold back her trembling.

Angus suddenly appeared behind her. Steve shook his hand and slid out the strokes of the letters. Fortunately, the scene was messy, and no one noticed that Angus appeared suddenly.

As a last resort, Steve twisted his pen tip and wrote a somewhat weird cursive pen, writing Sheron's R into a small incomplete heart-shaped arc: "I hope your granddaughter likes—"

"Yes, yes, she will like it very much!" The woman's eyes were slightly red, obviously very excited.

Angus tilted his head: "Sharon?"

"What's the matter?" The woman responded reflexively, turning her head to see who was calling her.

Steve...

Angus smacked his lips.

woman……

·

"Why do you seem to be liked by many people?" Part of the emotion was so strong that Angus was upset. Although he knew that Steve was liked before, it seemed to be especially strong after wearing the uniform.

"...it's a complicated question, but basically it's because I'm a nice guy."

Steve drove the car, turned on the turn signal, and didn't think much about his question, thinking Angus was just curious.

Angus sat in the co-pilot with his legs crossed on the seat, in a daze.

"Married?" Angus asked suddenly.

"...Yes—" Steve dragged his voice and looked at him, "Do you want to go back on your word now? You promised me twice."

"Repentance is impossible." Steve squeezed the steering wheel, feeling like he squeezed his heart.

Although it is impossible to get an official document, as Angus, whether the legal benefits can be realized on him is a big problem, so he doesn't care that much.

"I know." Angus' jaw dug into his knee.

"If...you have any concerns now, you can tell me." Steve turned the steering wheel, his heart pounding.

But don't want to marry yourself, or simply don't want to be with yourself.

While unlikely, it's not entirely impossible.

Angus turned his face out of the window: "I just suddenly feel a little concerned about something."

"Angus, tell me," Steve coaxed, "Is it because I've been busy lately?"

"Loth said I'm a hybrid, but the hybrid is not human." Angus turned his head back and shook his head.

"Half-race? Isn't it a pure siren?" Steve raised his voice slightly.

"Then he said Asgard again." Angus put his hand on his cheek, "I just remembered what Asgard is."

"What's that?" Steve also found the word familiar.

"That's the place in our legend, um, the birthplace of the Sirens." Angus smacked his lips and poked his finger on the top, "On the stars."

Steve... "Are you aliens?"

"Alien?" Angus turned to look at him.

"It's...creatures from planets other than Earth." Steve nodded.

"So, there is really another land on the star?" Angus asked.

"Based on our current knowledge, it's not very clear." Steve rubbed his nose.

"Oh—" Angus replied disappointedly.

"Do you think that what Rose said about your mixed blood may have something to do with Asgard?" Steve couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief because it wasn't his own problem.

"do not know."

Angus didn't want to think about Ross' vague words, so he slumped down and lifted his leg onto Steve's lap.

The steering wheel shook, and Steve said helplessly, "Angus, I'm driving."

"Open your door." Angus sat on the edge of the seat with his arms on the door, shaking his feet.

"Sit down, you'll get us all pulled over by the police." Steve shook his leg, trying to shake him off.

Angus blinked his eyes, inexplicably thought of something else, and stepped forward lightly.

The tires screeched against the road, and Steve almost drove out of the guardrail.

Angus was bumped to the head, retracted his legs, sat still, and complained: "You drive hard—it hurts."

Steve collected himself, glanced at him quietly, and restarted the car silently.

Speechless all the way.

Until they went back at night, after dinner, Steve asked him to sit down, and the two sat across the table facing each other, as if they were in a meeting.

Steve spent a long time talking before asking, Angus honestly said: "Loss taught me."

Steve...

"He said men like it."

Steve...

"Don't listen to his nonsense in the future!" Steve gritted his teeth with a blushing and black face.

"Understood." Angus obeyed obediently.

"...Don't do this in public, or while driving... Well, do this kind of thing." After a while, Steve rubbed his forehead and added in a low voice.

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The author has something to say: Natural provocative power Angus met the real old driver Ross→→

Steve... was going to die.

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