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

Angus was not in a good mood, he felt that he was being perfunctory by Steve.

Because no matter how you look at it, Steve didn't really take a break to plan the so-called wedding.

Steve's mood has been fluctuating a lot recently, and he always feels that Angus is planning to do something to him.Of course, he is definitely not the only one who thinks this way.

Whether he is performing a secret mission on the other side of the world, or dealing with some difficult enemies near New York, he can always find Angus suddenly appearing in conspicuous and strange places.

Can you imagine?

It was the kind of time when the artillery was full of fire and the fighting was in full swing. Suddenly, in a blink of an eye, he could see Angus sitting on the enemy's muzzle and staring at him.

The location where it appears will not be limited by imagination at all, such as the muzzle of a car, the roof of a car, on an airplane, by a window, or even directly in front of oneself.

There is only one obvious feature, and that is conspicuous.

It was so conspicuous that Steve was almost constantly frightened. After stepping out of the house, he began to unconsciously search for Angus everywhere. Even so, his appearance would still startle him as always.

But it's really not counting as trouble, because every time Angus stays in the background board for a short time, never more than 1 minute.

At first, Steve just thought that Angus might just want to see him, but such emergencies were so frequent that the team members who followed him realized something was wrong.

"Why are you a little brother?" Natasha lost interest in watching the excitement.

Steve tilted his head and wiped his dusty shield: "I hope I can get the answer today."

But Steve didn't find Angus when he went home. When he wanted to go to X Academy, he received Fury's call again.

After putting away the communicator, Steve sighed, hesitated, and left without delay.

After Steve left, Angus appeared in the living room, blinked at the door, and disappeared again.

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"We're bored," Fury met up with Steve, who came in a hurry, and stuffed him with a thick plan-like document, "An unexpected force has sold a kind of 'arms'."

"Weapons?" Steve flipped through the briefing, his face contorted for a moment when he saw the introduction, "Hydra? They want to cooperate with the military and Fang? Special weapons??"

"No, it's Zola." Fury pushed open the door of the conference room and motioned for Steve to go in first.

"Is there any difference between Zora and Hydra?" Steve felt very bad.

"In a way, Zola worked with us for a while."

"Who?" Steve couldn't believe his ears.

Fury came to the door: "Don't show this expression, I was the one who voted against it. But at that time, I didn't have the right to choose."

"The question now is——" Fury stood in front of the conference table, and Steve nodded to the few people already inside as a greeting, "Why is Zola, who should have died of cancer long ago, still alive, and what he proposed What the hell is the artificial soldier project?"

Steve sat down, and Fury glanced at his watch: "There are still 3 minutes, and their 'sincerity' should be sent over."

"What sincerity?" Steve flipped left and right, except for the epoch-making creation of "extraordinary combat power", "lower cost" and many benefits, he didn't see what the specific weapon is.

"Special weapons." Fury's voice fell, and there was a knock on the door.

"Allclear? [Is there no danger]" Fury looked at the approaching agent.

The agent had a complex expression on his face, as if he wanted to say something, but the words were stuck in his mouth and he couldn't explain why.He cast his eyes in a certain direction, and slowly opened the door: "You can see for yourself—"

Steve turned his head, and a strange man appeared at the door.

Red hair and green eyes, tall, with broad shoulders and long legs, he is about the same size as Steve.The face is cold and hard, the pupils are cold and inorganic, everyone looks like a dead person, with a natural sense of distance.

Dangerous, Steve frowned as he examined this man in a strange black baggy overalls, like some sort of uniform.Looking at his posture and eyes, no matter how you look at it, he seems to be a cold weapon without handle or sheath.

Steve felt a subtle sense of familiarity the moment he saw him, and it made him stare at his face for a long time unconsciously.

Ignoring everyone's gaze, the man walked straight in, took a few steps inside, and made room for the people behind him.

Steve took a breath, and the person who came in behind was exactly the same as the one before....

Then another one came in at the door, and there were more behind.

One, two, three, four, five, a total of five people.They were all in black one-piece work uniforms, with their hands behind their backs, standing by the wall, like a weird copy and paste.

Steve slowly raised his hand to half cover his mouth, this is... a special weapon.

"Numbers 00075-00079 are in place." When the five people stood together, the leader spoke. His voice was as cold and rough as that of a human being. After the sentence was over, there was no more sound.

Fury stood up straight, stared at the five people in front of him, moved a chair for himself, and sat down.

"So, I guess, you are weapons." Fury slowly closed his hands and put them on the table.

"Please provide a suitable venue for demonstration." The leader asked.

"Demo?" Fury repeated, looking at Steve.

Steve stood up: "Follow me."

The five people walked out of the conference room in the order they came in, and followed Steve to the training ground.

"Is this enough?" Steve looked at them with heavy eyes.

"Yes." The leader looked around and stood slightly in the center of the field, "Please keep a distance of more than 50 meters."

Everyone stepped back, forming a shallow encirclement.

The leader stood up, and then the other four standing aside rushed out like beasts. Steve stared at their fangs and oval pupils that were exposed for a moment, and held his breath.

The five people who seemed to be teammates quickly turned four against one, and fell into a fierce fight that seemed to be immortal.

Fearless and fighting like a beast, the smell of blood is gradually intensifying. Steve looked at one against four, covered in blood, and he didn't show any timidity at all, or...he didn't have any extra emotion at all. 75. Hands clenched slightly.

When the two held him and the other two fell directly on his arm, Steve said, "Stop!"

The sound of broken bones sounded, and Steve closed his eyes.

But the fight continued, and in the end 75 was knocked down and could only crawl on the ground. Steve's face was already gloomy: "It's okay."

But the five of them turned a deaf ear, and Natasha clicked his tongue and shot them at their feet: "Are you planning to kill him?"

The choking didn't stop the 'demonstrators', one of them had already bitten 75's neck hard, and Steve kicked him out.

"Clamp them down!"

Soon, even Fury started to stop a person, which stopped the few people who were really beating to death.

Steve glanced at the other four people who had calmed down and had a lot of fun. He turned his head to look at 75 who had been beaten and had no human shape, and his lips were tightly pressed.

But soon, he realized something was wrong.

The wound on 75's face was slowly healing, and his pupils shrank.

"The demonstration is still the last step." 75's expression didn't fluctuate, nor did his voice.

"It's over." Steve looked down at him.

75 Look at the other four: "My task is to demonstrate, and their task is to obey your orders."

Steve frowned, what do you mean?

75 suddenly jumped up, snatched the gun from Natasha's hand, and shot himself in the chin.A loud gunshot rang out, and Steve was spattered half of his body with blood.

75 fell backwards, the gun dropped to one side, and thick crimson blood flowed slowly where he fell.

Steve's whole body tensed up, his face was unprecedentedly gloomy, his eyes were dark blue, filled with overwhelming anger.

For a while, no one could say a word, and the atmosphere was as sticky as the blood on the ground, depressing and stagnant.

"Take them down and separate." Fury recovered his voice, and his expression was no better than Steve's.

The other four people with normal faces were taken away separately, and the blood-stained field was quickly cleaned up by someone specially assigned for it.And 75's body was also put into a body bag by special personnel and taken away. Steve stood still and stared at the calm and mysterious face in the body bag.

He knew why it looked so familiar... This face looked a lot like Ross.

"Captain, you should clean yourself up." Natasha reminded Steve who was not moving.

Steve turned sideways, rubbed his face, glanced at his hands, and went to the bathroom.

Fury took a breath slowly, then exhaled, shook his head slightly, and murmured: "...weapon."

"Crazy." Bucky gritted his teeth.

Steve washed his hands, splashed cups of water on his face, and looked at himself in the mirror.

It's more of a demonstration than some goddamn collaboration.Excellent fighting aptitude, strong self-healing ability, loyal to orders, and fearless of death.

Steve pulled a few pieces of paper aside and wiped his hands carefully.

This is the weapon of Hydra, the weapon that makes them so arrogant that they dare to demonstrate in the S.H.I.E.L.D.The overwhelming business strategies of the previous drug dealers were all to keep them busy, entangled in various scattered superficial forces, and diverted their targets.

Steve crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can, slightly supported the marble table with his hand, and took a deep breath with his head bowed.

He was completely overwhelmed by the siren, forgetting that the ultimate goal of Hydra has never been the siren, the siren is just a weapon for them to aim at the world.

"Steve." Angus appeared behind him.

Steve straightened his back suddenly, restrained his emotions and turned around: "... Hey, Angus."

Angus had come to routinely remind Steve of what he had promised himself, but looking at his expression, he felt something was wrong.

"What happened?" Angus frowned.

Steve's tongue balled up in his mouth: "Something, something I really don't want to see happened."

"?" Angus didn't know why.

Steve stepped forward to hug him, pressing the weight of his body against him for a moment, rubbing the tip of his nose against his neck, breathing slowly.

Angus listened to his breathing, raised his hand and patted his back.

"Sorry, Angus, I might be busy again." Steve let go of him and kissed his forehead.

Angus withdrew his hands behind his back: "...What are you up to?"

"chopoffsomeheads. [chop off some heads]" Steve's voice was quiet.

Angus snorted, "You sound like I—"

"I want to meet Charles and Ross, Angus, can you help me?" Steve stroked his hair.

Angus rubbed the back of his hand behind him and nodded.

Angus didn't know what Steve and Charles said. Anyway, no one looked good, and they went to the mastermind.

When Steve left, he simply kissed Angus, said don't worry, and left.

Angus rubbed his toes, thought for a while and walked around to the room where only Ross was left.

"It's started—" Ross hung on the top of the water tank, shaking his arms and looking at Angus with a smile.

Angus looked at him silently.

"What are you going to do?" Angus raised his head slightly.

"Basically nothing [basically nothing to do]." Rose spread his hands.

Angus wrinkled his face. He actually doesn't like the current Steve.

There are so many things in his heart, as long as he puts on that uniform, he seems to become an unfamiliar existence.

The wedding, Asgard, said it himself, Angus knew he would never forget it.It's just...the priority has changed.

"You should take him away." Ross looked at Angus with a erratic face, with a half-smile, "Here, he will never be completely yours."

Angus looked up at him: "He's mine."

"well—" Ross rested his chin on his forearm, "partof—[part of—]"

Angus is not happy.

"He cares about a lot of things," Ross continued, "but, Angus, even a human's heart is much bigger than a siren, and it can hold a lot of things.

It will be full and you will be squeezed. "

Angus snorted, "Don't worry about it."

"What condition do you want to know? The condition for the Siren to become weak." Ross waved at him, Angus was somewhat repelled.

"what?"

"Tears." Ross said mysteriously.

Angus turned around and left, not wanting to talk to this talkative siren for a second.

Sirens don't have such things as lacrimal glands, where do the tears come from?Are you kidding me?

Ross pouted behind him, rolled over and jumped into the water.

Angus deliberately did not take the initiative to find Steve for a long time, and a week later, he found Charles.

"What is Steve doing?" Angus asked with a dark face.

"He's dealing with bad guys." Charles, who had been using his mastermind to search Hydra's possible base, rubbed his temples and smiled.

"..." Angus gritted his teeth.

"Do you miss him?" Charles looked at Angus, adjusting the too dense negative emotions he had received recently.

Even if the characters he knew that Steve was dealing with were defeated, there was no way to touch the psychologically heavy shackles.

"Yeah." Angus admitted honestly, "He doesn't even look for me anymore."

Charles laughed: "Every time we contact, he will ask me how are you."

"Is that his job?" Angus asked puzzled.

"what?"

"Deal with those people."

"...Maybe." Charles pinched his nose and sighed.

"But all jobs should have fixed breaks, right? You can also ask for leave." Angus pouted.

"Steve's job is to save more people, and this job can't stand delay." Charles grinned, "Your lover has a whole world to save."

"He's the Guardian." Charles tilted his head.

Angus frowned and left.

So after finding the next assault target, when Charles contacted Steve, he said one more thing: "Steve, you may have to contact Angus."

Steve nodded, "I will."

So Angus got a call, a short call of about 5 minutes.

Angus was in an extremely bad mood when he heard the busy voice from the other side.

Grinding his teeth, he decided to continue ignoring Steve.

After two days, Angus unilaterally compromised.He's gone to Steve, and he has to make him realize he's mad.But after facing the scene in front of him, Angus was outraged.

What did he see, someone hurt Steve.

"You are looking for death!" Angus rushed into the black crowd angrily, and the scales had quickly covered his whole body.

"Angus?!" Steve, who was in a hard fight against the siren-human hybrid war machine bred by Hydra, looked at Angus in surprise.

Angus realized something was wrong after he pressed several people to death: "Why do they all look the same?!"

Steve waved his shield and squeezed away a group of people who charged up as human shields: "...they are all cloned."

Angus was in a daze, and he was hit hard on the ground if he didn't let go. Although it didn't hurt, he still felt that his self-esteem was hurt.

"Cover your ears." Angus looked at a bunch of identical heads, his eyes were dazzled, his pupils constricted, and he became angry.

Steve looked at Angus, and quickly reminded everyone on the communication channel to cover their ears and stay away from Angus.

Soon Angus was surrounded by replicants. He opened his mouth and let out a high-pitched scream that shook his brain violently.Although it slowed down their speed, it did not reduce their rigid fighting spirit.

Steve opened his mouth to relieve his tight eardrums, looked at Angus' situation with a trace of worry, and forced himself closer to the source of the sound.

Angus looked at the people surrounding him, completely unable to understand why they were not affected.According to my own feeling, they are all sirens, but they are all groggy, why is it useless——?

"What's the problem with you!?" Angus raised his hand and cut off a man's arm, unable to understand.

Steve quickly arrived at Angus's side, stretched out his hand, and pulled him back to his side: "Be careful, they are all unstoppable opponents."

Having played against each other many times, Steve has confirmed this fact.

Such an existence, unless it is completely killed, like 75, the whole head is blown up, and it is impossible to stop the person who wants to receive the order.

As long as they can still climb, they will continue to perform their tasks, no matter what means.

Steve was really depressed.

Ans was hidden behind Steve, sniffing the more and more viscous and obscure emotions on his body as more and more people died, feeling unhappy.

Overlooking Steve's back, Angus looked at those things that looked like walking dead, his eyes flashed, and he opened his mouth.

A distant voice sounded, and large dark clouds began to gather in the distant sky. When the first rain fell, Steve realized that everyone except himself had stopped.

Whether it's the opponent or your teammates.

Angus continued to sing, with a long and mysterious voice.

Steve let go of the shield in his hand and stood by his side. Although the attackers had stopped, he still didn't dare to relax his vigilance.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops have become lines, connecting the world.At a certain point, Steve let go of his hand, and looked at the person who fell down with a plop for the first time, and his heart relaxed.

Like dominoes, the soldiers in black uniforms fell one after another, and they were all immortal just now and never got up again after falling down.

The water lines formed a curtain and the wind was fierce. Steve stood beside Angus with a heavy heart.

Angus's mourning song lasted more than half an hour, which was his highest record.The lingering sound slowly decreased, and Steve glanced at Angus.

Angus watched his sudden tense movements, and motioned for him not to move.

"They're already dead." With the last voice falling, Angus raised his foot and kicked the person who fell at his feet.

"Dead?" Steve was taken aback, and looked at his teammates suddenly.

"They're fine." Angus rolled his eyes, squatted down, and pushed up a 'corpse' with great effort, "These, I can't move."

Steve wiped away the water from his face, and exhaled: "Angus, you really came in time."

Angus snorted, then stood up, bit his mouth through the mask: "You don't even come to me."

Steve hugged his waist, glanced at his colleagues who hadn't recovered, brushed his hair away, unbuttoned his hood, and kissed his lips earnestly for a while.

As if wanting to grab some lost energy, after 3 minutes, Steve slowly loosened his lips, still pecking and kissing his mouth reluctantly: "Sorry, but I definitely don't miss you."

Angus was kissed softly by him, and hugged his waist: "I don't think you dare."

Angus came here this time to tell Steve not to continue doing this, but he has changed his mind now.

"Oh, let me go with you—" Angus said vicissitudes, stroking his eyelashes with a few drops of water.

"Huh?" Steve wondered.

"You want to protect the world?" Angus patted his face.

Steve hugged his waist: "Yes."

"Then I'll help you." Angus rubbed his chest.

"Ann, Gus?" Steve didn't know why he said such words suddenly.

"I don't want to wait any longer, let's do it quickly." Angus patted his chest, "It's over, you have to marry me, don't delay any longer."

Steve was suddenly enlightened, and it turned out that all this time was for this matter.

"Angus, you don't know how much I want to have a wedding with you." Steve said seriously, "But, I really don't want this to happen in our wedding..."

He glanced at the fallen man on the ground.

"I think we got married in a beautiful, peaceful setting." Steve touched his face.

Angus sighed, "You are such a trouble."

Steve hugged him tightly and shook him, the mood that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly became like a windy sky, cloudless: "You are my husband now, you can only bear it."