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

Sitting on the plane, Steve found that there was no one around him, and he didn't know when the flight was so idle.

Looking around, although he felt a little strange, but he had other things in his heart, so he didn't pay too much attention to it.

·

MI[-].

"He's going up." The black-haired, black-eyed woman in smart attire stood at a desk, looking at her boss.

Putting down the donut in his hand, Mycroft patted the crumbs that fell from his legs: "Why did Captain America suddenly want to come to England?"

"...Maybe something needs to be rescued again." The beautiful secretary joked.

Mike couldn't deny it: "Where's my brother?"

"Still at home."

Mycroft crossed his hands slightly under his chin: "Make sure he bumps into our guest."

"Yes."

·

When Steve got off the plane, he didn't think that his itinerary was clearly arranged. He took a map from the airport and wanted to find out how to get to the British Museum.

The phone vibrated, and Steve hurriedly put down the map and took out the phone.

Bucky sent him a photo, and although he could see it clearly, he still couldn't help zooming in on the picture and looking at it carefully.

"Steve & Angus"

The center of the military plate, which should have been the formation and number, was engraved with such words.Steve stood in the middle of the airport, staring at the picture for a long time.

Looking up slightly, looking at the airport which was finally not as depressed as the waiting room before, he raised his hand to touch his lips.

The British Museum doesn't open until nine in the morning, so it seems a bit early for me to start now.

Needing to find a bank to exchange some pounds first, Steve remembered that he forgot to exchange currency.So there was still some time, so I looked at my phone again.

By coincidence, he silently zoomed in on the somewhat blurry photo, and set the part where the name was cut off as his screensaver.

After finishing everything, he was a little speechless to himself, but after looking at it for a while, he didn't change it after all.Putting the phone away, it seems that some guarantee has been obtained, and it seems that some things that have been worrying about have fallen to the ground.

No matter how hard one tries to eliminate the traces of a person's existence, they will not be completely gone.

And I will definitely find the person who can make me stand up and down just by name, and I have to find it even if I dig three feet.

As for the consequences of not being able to find it, Steve didn't think about it, he didn't want to think about it.

After finding a branch of the bank nearby, Steve got the money after several twists and turns, and it seemed to be about the same time when he came out again.He took a taxi directly and ran to the British Museum.

It was about a quarter of an hour before nine o'clock when we arrived. Steve bought a ticket and went to a place not too far away, intending to buy a hot dog for breakfast.

Although he wasn't very hungry, he still had time to spare.

Sitting directly opposite the gate, Steve looked at the hurrying passers-by in a daze.

Flying one or two people in front of his eyes, Steve rubbed the hot dog with the sauce in his mouth, it was not good.

"Hey—" The man with the puffy hair and blue eyes stopped in front of him, and Steve looked up at him.

"Did you see a tall man in a windbreaker passing by?" The short, honest man smiled awkwardly.

"Oh, he's going in the direction of the museum." Steve pointed forward, then his eyes widened slightly.

The staff just started to put up the sign, and it would take a few minutes before it officially opened, but the man with a ladder and a work hat saluted the gatekeeper and went straight in.

He swore with four times his memory that the ladder in that person's hand didn't exist just now.

He turned to look at the construction truck on the edge, and then at the door.

"Oh——Jesus——" the numb-haired man cursed bitterly, and hurried to the ticket booth to withdraw money to buy tickets.

Because the time was running out, Steve got up and stood at the door, just thinking about the tall man in the windbreaker who was no longer visible, and felt a little regretful.

Why didn't he think that he could go in like this.

"Sir, this card can no longer be swiped." The ticket seller was a thin man with pale British features, and Steve glanced at the numb-haired man with embarrassment.

"Here." Taking out the cash he just got from his wallet, Steve waved his hand at the man who gave him a grateful look, "Don't worry about it."

"I happen to be going in too. If you need help, I can help you find your companion."

"Thank you so much." The pockmarked man put away his wallet, "John Watson, nice to meet you."

"Steve Rogers." Steve reached out and shook his hand.

Watson snorted and looked at him in surprise.

"...well, maybe I should say something, it's not Captain America." Steve tilted his head and pursed his lips into a smile.

"Ha——" Watson withdrew his hand, blinked his eyes twice quickly, and licked his lips as if thirsty, "No, it's just a little strange."

"It's not about the captain, it's just—" Watson hesitated to speak, and then waved his hand, "It's just some stupid associations, don't pay attention to it."

"?" Steve looked at him curiously.

Watson smiled dryly: "I'm sorry, but I have a daughter. She just recently received a gift from my friend, an old book of fairy tales.

The signature on it...well, is Angus Rogers.So—maybe it has something to do with it. "

Steve grabbed his hand sharply: "What? What Rogers?"

Watson raised his forehead: "Do you know? Angus Rogers?"

Steve trembled in his heart: "Excuse me, is your friend the one who just went in?"

"Yes." Watson looked at him suspiciously.

Realizing his gaffe, Steve let go of his hand in a hurry: "Sorry, I just, I've been looking for him, this Angus... Rogers."

"I'm a little excited to hear this name here, I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter." Watson smiled. "If you really want to know, you can ask Sherlock later. It's his book—"

"I will." Steve took a deep breath, not daring to show any more emotions.

"OK——" Watson smiled, he had already experienced too many strange scenes, and he was no longer surprised.

It was 10 minutes after the two well-behaved men finally got permission to enter the museum, and Watson and Steve, who had been in a daze, walked together, looking for nothing to say.

"So, why did you find this Angus Rogers?" Watson asked curiously.

Steve didn't know how to explain, turned on his mobile phone and pushed it in front of Watson.

"Oh—" Watson understood immediately, "I see."

But in the bottom of his heart, he had another kind of doubt.

Sherlock said that the book was a gift he received when he was six years old. If it is calculated according to time...is it a bit too long?

Steve was sure that he must find that Sherlock, but he didn't forget the main purpose of his trip.And when he saw the crown displayed in the showcase, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

The margins are not too wide, and it is silver, because the time is too long, showing a dull black, but it does not conceal its original beauty and carrying meaning.

Steve stared blankly at the crown, and involuntarily approached it, looking at the name tag underneath.

"Angus——" Steve touched the glass slightly with his finger, looked at Angus Cullen on the name tag, and murmured.

I love you too--

Someone was talking softly, very sweet and well-behaved, which made my heart ache.

Watson also stood aside, looking at the donor's name, he quickly thought of the name he just said: "Oh, this is..."

"Isn't it what you're looking for?"

Steve withdrew his fingers from touching the glass, his voice hoarse: "I don't know."

Watson just raised his head, then buried his head back in embarrassment, puffed out his mouth, and shook his hands uncomfortably behind his back.

After a while, he touched his trouser pocket, took out some tissues, looked up secretly, and found that there were no tears as he imagined, and silently put the tissues back into his trouser pocket.

Steve recovered from a great sadness, and realized that what he just acted should be very wrong, but he didn't bother to explain.

No longer staring at the crown in a daze, he tried to smile: "Let's go, let's go find your friend now."

"Yes, God knows where he went again." Watson laughed dryly, took a deep breath, and walked away.

Steve suppressed those inexplicable emotions and began to look for his goals.

"This way." Soon he caught Sherlock's trail, grabbed Watson who was still running around, and led him straight down the stairs.

"It's not that this is not allowed—" Watson realized that he was stupid before he finished speaking.

Steve looked up at the monitor, and led Watson to another passage with ease: "Go down here, we should be able to block him."

Watson...why are you so proficient? ?

"I looked at the map." Steve pinched his nose.

Watson...OK.

They circled around a part of the entire museum that was no longer the exhibition area, and unsurprisingly blocked Sherlock, who was about to continue running, in a corridor.

"Hey - Sherlock!" Watson stopped him.

Sherlock finally stopped his wandering steps, looked at Watson impatiently, and was about to say something, when he saw Steve, he stopped.

"Hi, meeting for the first time, I'm Steve Rogers." Steve stretched out his hand to him and said friendly.

Sherlock continued to stare at his face, as if stuck.

"Hey, Sherlock." Watson tugged at him, "This gentleman is very curious, who is the author of the fairy tale book you gave Rosa earlier?"

Sherlock seemed to finally come back to his senses and looked at Steve.The eyes slowly began to flow, and then as if enlightened: "It's you!"

Steve glanced at Watson, not knowing why.

"It's actually you!" Sherlock suddenly threw away the work permit he got from somewhere, with a displeased expression on his face, "I'm actually looking for you!"

Steve... "Are you looking for me?"

Sherlock Dead Fish looked at Steve and sneered: "Let's go, it's boring."

Steve reached out and grabbed his arm. "Hey, I might need you to do me a favor."

"No, I don't have time, I don't want to know." Sherlock opened his hand, "Even if you need my help, 221B Baker Street, I will consider it."

Then Sherlock looked at Watson and shook his head: "Also, Jesus, Watson, look at you."

Watson... what happened to him? ?

Steve frowned.

Sherlock let out a sigh of relief, as if disappointed, shook his head, walked past two unidentified people and left.

Steve saw a staff member approaching them, so he had no choice but to stop Sherlock.

Watson looked at Steve, and inexplicably found a sense of approval from him: "Well, if you really need to know, I can take you to 221B Baker Street."

Steve looked at him in surprise.

Watson gathered his shoulders.

"...OK." Steve thought for a while and agreed.