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

2016 years.

"Do you know Angus Rogers?" Steve pried the door of Academy X in the middle of the night, looking at Charles who came out, and said directly.

"Who?" Charles asked confused.

Steve pursed his lips, thought for a while and pointed to his head: "Look here."

Charles...for all the years we've known each other—

"OK." Charles wrapped his nightgown, raised his hand to his temple, and closed his eyes.

Steve bowed halfway, paying attention to Charles' expression.

After watching for a while, Charles let go and shook his head: "No, I'm sure I don't know him."

"Where did you owe a love debt and forget to pay it?" Charles teased.

Steve glanced at him sideways, and Charles raised his hand: "OK——my fault."

He sighed, turned around and wanted to leave.

"It's late, so don't leave." Charles couldn't laugh or cry, "My fault. Sleep here for one night, your room has been cleaned."

Steve glanced at the sky, and turned around: "Okay."

When Steve found the dormitory that had been vacant all this time, he quickly got up after lying down.

"Charles, why does Academy X always have my room?" Steve almost broke into Charles' bedroom.

"What else could it be?" Charles, who was really ready to sleep, was speechless, "Of course it's because..."

"Because of what?" Steve's throat was dry.

Charles slightly raised his hand and put it on his knee, looking at him: "Er——"

Steve held the door and rubbed it, feeling the pain in his fingertips, which spread to his heart along the way.

The person living in that dormitory should be a student from X Academy, since when has it been his room by default.

After a while, Charles said with some disbelief: "...someone messed with my brain??!"

Steve closed his eyes and punched the door with a fist, his face gloomy.

Charles closed his robe: "Follow me."

Steve took out his mobile phone and took a look. There was no news from Tony for the time being, so he put the mobile phone back in his pocket and followed Charles to the mastermind control room.

·

And Tony, who is far away in the Stark Tower in the middle of Manhattan, is also confused now: "...pyitagain—[play it again]"

Old Popsicle's stupid mind naturally doesn't know what the current technology can do. Since he wants to find someone, he naturally digs three feet to find someone.

On the battlefield with Kirita that time, his AI automatically recorded a video. Although the man's face was covered with scales, the shape of the bones definitely did not change.

Although the old house is no longer inhabited, the monitoring facilities there are still good, and it is not difficult to call out the video of the cloaked man's activities.

Link the two comparison pictures to SHIELD's monitoring system. It stands to reason that there should be news by now even if it is a cosmetic face.But no, there is not any crossed data.

Not reconciled, he simply cross-searched the photos, videos, and audios with the large database.

Then his AI found an overlapping piece of data in a place that didn't seem right at all, a piece of audio that ruined most of it.

The source is the short audio from the black box of the aircraft that the old man in his family overhauled himself for the last time.

Prickling, prickling, Tony was irritable.Even if you try to restore it, it's just a piece of audio with unknown meaning.

"Hey, didn't you say that this black box will record? We can use this!" It was Bucky's voice, with some excitement in his tone.

"...Do you have to?" This was the helpless voice of the old Popsicle.

"I want it! I want it!" It was a very lively voice, which was very familiar to me, but I couldn't remember who it was.

"Is it okay?" This voice is completely unfamiliar, and it is also the only result of my own cross-search.

"Can you still record this thing?" This is what Tony wonders the most. The voice is obviously Saul's voice.

It smelled rough and stupefied, but why didn't he know that Bucky, Steve, and Saul had worked together before? ?

"Eon, cap, today is your wedding day! Angus must also... thorn--"

After this is the blind tone, and it is almost impossible to hear what is after it.

But there must be more than the few people I heard.

Tony has been listening to this audio for a quarter of an hour. According to common sense, he will hardly repeat one thing, after all, it is enough for him to record the information he needs.

However, he repeated it reflexively the first time he heard it, and repeated it many times after that.

The whole process is only 1 minute of audio, but the amount of information is too much.

Tony sat at his desk, turning the chair.

Wedding...cap, Angus, Bucky, Sol...

excellent.

It can't be some nasty trap—

Tony dragged out the clearest frame of the face angle from the light curtain. In the picture, Angus was looking out of the picture with his head half-raised, and his blue pupils became more and more mysterious.

Tony leaned closer to the light curtain and looked at him: "Who the hell are you?"

"What's the serial number of this aircraft?" Tony gave up staring at the beautiful face in a daze, and continued to pursue clues.

"SS-7785."

"Have you taken it apart?" Tony asked.

"No, my lord says it's a memento of the last battle, and it's been kept in private treasury."

Tony got up immediately: "For the first time, I find the old man's hobby of storing things so touching! getmedressed [get me dressed]"

After a while, on the top of the building, the golden-red Iron Man slid across the bustling night sky of Manhattan and flew into the distance.

"Ah, by the way, give the captain an attachment." Tony finally remembered the business.

"It has already been sent."

"good job——!"

·

Steve stood behind Charles and looked at the white and red light in front of him, and the phone beside him vibrated.He flipped through and walked out.

Standing outside the big X door, he first watched the two videos twice, then turned on the rest of the audio, and listened to it.

His pupils dilated slightly, he did the same thing as Tony, put the audio to his ear and listened again.

"Wedding?" Steve murmurs in disbelief.

And that sound, Steve unconsciously replayed it several times.

My heart was empty, as if I heard someone calling myself with the same voice.After a few seconds, the hallucination-like voice disappeared again.

The phone was thrown up and down, wondering if Bucky was on a mission now.

Steve hesitated a little, opened his address book, and looked at Natasha's name on it, hesitating.

The door behind him slid open, and Charles slid out, looking at Steve: "Sorry, I can't find this person."

Somewhere in Steve's mind, he knew that this method would not work, and he smiled gratefully at Charles.

"However, I found a trace of special traces in a place that you would never expect." Charles pinched his fingertips and made a small gesture.

"British Museum, decades ago, a crown was donated by someone named Angus Cullen." Charles put his hands together and looked at Steve, "I'm not sure if it has something to do with what you want to know, But this is the only reliable news I have found.”

"The British Museum?"

"Yes, it is said that it is in the main exhibition hall. Many scholars have not been able to accurately determine whether it really belongs to the former King Arthur. I happened to see a scholar who has been struggling with this issue..."

Steve took out the notebook from his chest pocket, grabbed the pen and was about to record, he was startled when he saw the 'Angus' he had written on the paper, and his eyes were fixed.

Just a name can turn your world upside down.

Squeezing the pen, Steve wrote the British Museum, the words of the crown: "Thank you very much, Charles."

Charles looked at his hurried back: "Wait a minute, do you want to go find it now?"

Steve turned back slightly: "Um, uh—I can't sleep. I have to do something."

"...goodluck, myfriend. [good luck my friend]"

Steve danced his notebook, smiled, turned and left: "Thank you very much."

While walking, Steve turned on his mobile phone, and with some difficulty touched the software for purchasing plane tickets.After fiddling with it for a while, he frowned, closed his phone, and planned to go home, get his passport and documents, and go straight to the airport.

By the time he got to the airport, the sky was already twilight.

Steve stopped his car, looked at the whiteness of the sky, looked at it for a while, then turned and entered the airport.

The next flight to the UK was in two hours, only two hours.However, Steve felt a little anxious from the bottom of his heart. After calculating the time difference, Steve finally found Natasha.

"Hey, Nata—" Steve felt apologetic when he heard the sleepy voice on the other side.

"Cap?! What happened?"

"Well, do you know how to contact Bucky?" Steve raised his hand and picked his nose.

"Bucky? Do you want to contact him about something?"

"... something more important." Steve rubbed his thigh.

"OK, I'll try to find it for you." Although Natasha didn't know why he was in such a hurry, she agreed to help him.

Not knowing where the vulnerability came from, Steve hesitated: "Hey Nata, do you remember Juice?"

"Yes, I remember."

"What, lonely? Want to get another dog?" Natasha joked. "You know, they're never going to be juice."

"Yes, yes, yes, I know." Steve suppressed his rushing emotions, "I just remembered it suddenly, please, Nata."

After Steve hung up the phone, he sat there for a while, his mind was inexplicably empty, as if a big hole had been broken, and everything was falling in.

Everything around me was gone, and the emptiness felt everywhere.

Looking around, he smiled helplessly. It might be that there are only a few people in such a big airport.

The ticket check began, Steve stood up, picked up his bag, and was about to board the plane when the phone rang.

After picking up the ticket, Steve answered the phone: "Bucky?"

"Natasha said you have something to do with me? What's the matter?" Bucky's voice didn't sound inconvenient, but he didn't know why Steve could always hear a few words that he didn't know where.

"I just want to ask you, do you know someone from Angus?" Steve signaled the security staff to wait, and slowly untied his coat and handed it to them.

"Angus?" Bucky repeated, "No, I have no impression."

Steve stopped his hands, and after a few seconds of stagnation, he felt indescribably disappointed.

After regaining consciousness, he smiled shyly at the person who had been waiting.

"Forget it, that's all." Steve was about to turn off his cell phone.

"Wait a minute, Angus?" Bucky's voice rose suddenly. "I! I have a strange thing! Maybe you can take a look?"

Steve hurriedly grabbed the phone back and put it against his ear: "What?"

"My soldier card."

"Sir—" the security personnel began to urge, and Steve hesitated.

"Bucky, I'll talk to you later."

"No, I'll take a picture and send it to you when I'm free later."

"OK." Steve didn't want Bucky to hear his eagerness, so he held back.

Bucky hangs up and Steve finally gets on the plane.