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

"Watson, do you have any necessary things when you get married?" Sherlock who was walking on the road suddenly stopped and looked at Watson.

"What?" Watson didn't know why.

Steve stopped too.

"Like something—" Sherlock found the words in his head.

"something old, something given, something new, something borrowed." Watson said silently, then turned his head to look at Steve.

Steve pulls out his phone.

"Crown, oldenoughtome[is old enough for me]." Sherlock smiled half-smile, "The hang tag is very new, I assume it is new. book, it has obviously passed through the hands of several people, so, given. Now The only thing missing is the borrowed things, and it seems that the borrowed things have not been returned."

Steve squeezed his mobile phone, his lips turned white: "So... there is indeed a wedding."

The closer to the truth, the bigger the hole in Steve's body, something is tearing itself apart piece by piece and throwing it in.Angus' every question and every look rolled back and forth in his memory.

Let his internal organs experience a kind of pain like burning.

Why would I forget him?

And why can't I remember anything?

Steve felt something gouging in his heart, painful and sore.

Just as he was in a daze, his cell phone rang.

Tony sent a message, it was an address, Steve frowned, not knowing why.

"Captain," Tony called him, "see?"

"Yes, what address is that?"

"I'm planning to ask you." Tony was on the phone, and he seized the time to cooperate with his own AI to hack into the S.H.I.E.L.D.

Three seconds later, he exhaled: "It's done."

"Ask me what?" Steve demanded.

"This is a property under your name," Tony tilted his head. "Obviously, it was many years ago. The land is very expensive now, but it is said that there is no owner."

Steve looked at Sherlock.

"It seems that we have our first destination." Sherlock did not hide the fact that he was listening, "Now, let's go."

"Speaking of which," Sherlock looked at Steve looking for a flight online, "Can you get us on some private jet?"

Steve snorted.

"Private jet?" Tony responded, "I can arrange it."

Steve...

Three and 10 minutes later, they boarded a private jet and flew from the UK to the US in a hurry.

·

"Boss, are we going to stop it?" The beautiful secret technique asked Mycroft who was sitting there.

"No need." Mike waved his hand, "Always pay attention to my dear brother, I believe that the truth of the five years of disappearance should soon be revealed."

The secretary responded and withdrew.

·

Steve was sitting on the plane, and after the captain informed them that they would land at their destination in the near future, Steve looked at the address on the phone, and his heart was clamoring violently.

When they were picked up by a special car, the atmosphere in the car was very delicate for a while.

"Tell us, does this person have any other characteristics?" Sherlock looked at Steve, "It seems to be different from ordinary people."

"I don't know him." Steve turned his head.

"It doesn't need to be too specific, even a guess." Sherlock shrugged.

Steve didn't speak, and Sherlock snorted.

Steve looks out of the car window, now in his unfamiliar Brooklyn.

"Gentlemen, here we are." The driver said politely.

Steve thanked him and got out of the car.

Looking at the very familiar house in front of him, Steve was in a trance: "Is this my house?"

"Why don't I remember?" he murmured.

Sherlock glanced at him without saying anything, and walked into the porch first.

Steve watched him rummage around for the keys, walked over, hesitated for a moment, squatted down, passed the dog's small door with his hand, buckled it with his backhand, retracted his hand, and there was already a bunch of keys in his hand.

Sherlock snorted and patted his hands: "It seems that some people's subconscious is more reliable than myself."

Steve squeezed the key, opened the door and went in.

The humidity inside is very heavy, and there are obvious black and gray footprints left when you step on it.

Steve lifted his feet and looked around the living room.Passing by the entrance, the long and narrow marble-topped table that I set up at random, passed by the sofa and the blanket on it in the living room after entering the door.

There is a coffee table next to the sofa, and there is a very old telephone on it. The telephone line is very long, so that it can be carried almost anywhere.

Steve's eyes stayed on the side of the sofa for a while, and he walked over.

There was a spot on the sofa that was less dusty than other places. He reached out to touch it, and Steve frowned: "He... has been here before."

"Well, it's obviously a two-person house." Sherlock kicked and groped, rummaging around, completely devoid of Steve's delicate thoughts, he took out the magnifying glass in his pocket, "Do you mind if I look for it in your love nest?" A clue?"

Steve couldn't say no: "It's up to you, just be careful."

Watson looked at the furnishings in the room and walked around casually. When he saw the bathroom, he let out a wow.

Sherlock passed by and snorted: "It seems that someone knows how to enjoy."

Steve walked over without knowing why, and then saw the bathtub that had grown to a certain size...

Sherlock put his shoulder on Watson: "Help me keep looking."

"Well, what are you looking for?" Watson turned to Steve, suppressing his own smile.

"ring!"

"What ring?" Staring at the bathtub in a daze, Steve looked at Sherlock.

"You are married, but one of the four is missing. There are witnesses and a pastor. These are not evidence. According to what you said, this is a debt from 40 years ago. Therefore, there are no legal documents." Xia Xia Locke rolled up his sleeves, "What do married people do? Huh?"

"Yes! The ring!" Watson immediately searched everywhere.

Steve watched them rummaging around, and he didn't know what his intuition was, so he said, "I don't think you can find the ring."

"Why?" Sherlock said, "Exchanging rings is not your thing, is it like instinct?"

Steve moistened his lower lip: "...he may leave a souvenir, but the ring will definitely be taken away."

"Now you know again?" Sherlock looked at him speechlessly.

"I just know." Steve said gloomily, "Intuition."

Watson stopped Sherlock who wanted to say something more.

Steve looked around, every inch felt familiar to him.He took a few steps, went to the bedroom and found the storage box on the top of the cabinet, and then went to the kitchen to find two simple kettles.

It wasn't anything special. He took the things and went to the living room to sit down and look at the things in front of him.

First I played with the kettle for a while, then opened the lid of the storage box, and there was nothing in it.

Steve picked up the box and looked at the light, and saw a golden flowing halo at the bottom of the box, like some wonderful pattern.

Array or what?Steve raised his hand to touch it, frowned, and put down the box.

Sherlock was still spinning back and forth, but Steve sat there for some reason, unable to move.

He always thought that was all there was to it.

"cap—" Tony contacted him suddenly, "I found the cloak!!"

Steve stood up abruptly and went out quickly, not forgetting to grab the only box and water bottle he thought were important.

New York Temple.

Strange just wandered out for a while, and then fell over from the rushing Steve.

Steve's heart skipped a beat when he saw the cloak, but when he grabbed the man's arm, he knew he wasn't the man he was looking for.

"...Steve Rogers?" Strange looked at Steve who was staring at him blankly.

Steve was a little shocked looking at his face, how could this man look exactly like Sherlock.

After recovering, he apologized repeatedly: "Sorry, sorry-I just, I thought I saw the person I was looking for, I'm sorry."

Strange adjusted his cloak: "Who are you looking for? Who are you looking for?"

Steve hesitated for a moment: "Angus... Rogers."

Strange froze.

Steve looked at him, trembling in his heart: "You know him?"

Strange lowered his head and thought about something, then looked at Steve: "...follow me."

There was a boundless light in Steve's eyes, and Strange got goosebumps when he saw it.

"Don't be surprised by what happens next." Strange warned Steve, and then drew circles in the air helplessly.

Steve looked at the golden halo in front of him and felt very, very familiar.

"If you are afraid, you can turn around and leave." Strange stepped into the portal and turned to Steve.

"No, I'm not afraid, I'm looking forward to it." Steve pressed his heart beating violently and followed him into the aperture.

They came to a place that looked like a library, and Strange ignored her and went straight to the bookshelf to flip through the books.

Steve didn't push, but he couldn't calm down either.

"You should feel fortunate that not everyone can read the entire book here." Strange searched and found a thin notebook, "I didn't understand when I read it What are you talking about, now I understand."

"Its owner should be you."

Steve took the handwritten note, a little apprehensive about what he was about to see.

Strange took a deep look at him: "Take your time. [You can take your time], I won't let anyone disturb you."

Steve sat cross-legged on the spot, and slowly opened the somewhat old notes.

People who open the notebook, please trust your intuition.

I, Ancient One, in the name of the Supreme Master, will narrate here all the experiences that should have disappeared long ago.

……

A thin notebook, Steve read it all afternoon, when he raised his head from the dim light, his eyes were sore, and something rolled out of his eyes uncontrollably.

He remembered, his Angus.

Raising his hand to press his heart, Steve felt as painful as a knife twisted there.

"Idiot—" cursed, Steve clutched the thin booklet tightly.

The person who wanted to drag him to death, why did he give up and take him away when he really chose.

why?

In fact, he knows why.

Because Angus knew he was going to die... so he didn't want him to see it.

·

The foundations of the existence of the world are time, space, mind, power, reality and soul.They are the origin and the end of the world, they will be condensed and formed in a long cycle, and they will appear in the world one after another.

There are almost no creatures in this world who can manipulate the six kinds of power without any scruples, but the meaning of the birth of a family is to re-transfer these six kinds of power to the beginning of the other side.

Bearing the duty of saving the world, at some point, they were given the title of "angel", the messenger of the sky.

Extradition is their job, their mission, the whole point of their existence.

However, the "angel" has gradually forgotten his duty for a long time, and committed an unforgivable crime.

The angry God King Odin cursed the Angels, depriving them of their meaning, their all.Banish them to the abyss, and curse them never to return to the sky.

But the rules retain mercy, and when the angels regain their responsibilities, that is when they return to heaven.

The Eye of Agamotto controls time, and the Rubik's Cube controls space.

The angel at the end of exile got them and made a choice for a world of souls who fell into the sea of ​​misery.

Time is reversed, and the "angel" returns to its original state.The space is reversed, and "Heaven" will return to the world tree.

The gears began to snap together, and broken links were reconnected.

Disordered disasters are obliterated, unbridgeable sorrows are filled, and the gaps in history are gratitude to life.

The living will not fall into the world, and the dead will return to reincarnation.

·

Steve stayed alone in the room for a long time, so long that Strange wondered if he died in it.

But when he crept in, Steve just stared out the window in a daze.

"Are you the supreme mage of this term?" Steve's voice was hoarse.

"Yes." Strange stopped.

"You, do you know where "Heaven" is? ' Steve looked at him.

"...No matter what kind of heaven you mean," Strange looked at his face and sighed, "Unfortunately, I don't know how to get there."

Steve closed his eyes and looked away.

After hesitating for a moment, Strange asked him, "You know how this works, don't you?"

Steve was silent.

"He will use his own power to greatly consume the energy of the energy crystals, causing them to lose their original energy." Strange paused, "Do you know that the person who uses this unimaginable ability may be Otherwise, what would happen, wouldn't it?"

Steve remained silent.

Strange took a deep breath: "It's impossible for him to return to that kind of paradise. Another kind is his destination."

"……I know."

Strange suddenly felt that he had said something superfluous, and turned his head to look around: "I don't know what is implied in this that gave everything, and I don't even know what the disaster we have faced is.

But I'm sorry. "

Steve's voice was hoarse: "Please, leave me alone."

For others, an unnamed being sacrificed everything to save everything decades ago.But no one remembers, everyone forgets, it is a kind of great sadness and sorrow.

But for him, what he lost was his favorite.

Strange put his hands behind his back and took half a step back.

"...this," Steve shook the note in his hand, "can I keep it?"

"can."

"...Thank you." Steve said awkwardly.

After Strange walked out of the room, Steve slowly moved his stiff legs and stood up.

There is no goal in front of him, he doesn't know where to go, and he doesn't know anything.

Looking down at the diary that only vaguely and abstractly recorded everything in the past, Steve wanted to tear it up, or destroy it, but he couldn't bear it.

Slowly flattening the crumpled part of the notebook, Steve looked at the storage box next to him, thought for a while, and put the water bottle and the notebook in it.

When the tentacles left, there was a sharp pain in his fingertips, he let out a muffled snort, and the golden light flourished.

When the golden light in front of his eyes dissipated, Steve stepped on a strange place, and he looked around in a daze.

There is a square wooden high platform in front of me, I don't know what's inside.The dappled sunlight on the top shines through the gaps in the leaves, and the light yellow halo is warm and harmonious.

The shadows all hit the soft spot nicely.

Looking at the tall wooden platform in front of him, Steve's heart began to beat loudly.

He approached slowly, and when he finally touched the edge, he saw the person lying inside.

Inside is a spring, although it has no source, it is clear, blue, and gently shaking.

A person was immersed in the water, with curly black hair, long and closed eyelashes, thin light-colored lips, and a slightly raised nose.

Down the two shallow mermaid lines is a beautiful blue fish tail.

Soft, gentle, alive there.

The water in a pool is reflected blue.

Steve's legs trembled, he leaned on the edge of the table and sat down, looking at the people sleeping inside.

His Angus, his angel, his siren, his lover.

Large blocks of black, pink, and blue were blurred in front of his eyes. After a lot of patience, he was able to see the dreamy scene in front of him again.

"It seems that Merlin protected you." After sitting for a long time, Steve showed a shallow smile.

His heart soaked into this spring together with Angus, peaceful, quiet and soft.

"Angus, it's okay." Steve did not dare to disturb him, took a deep breath, "I will never forget you again."

"I won't leave either, I'll stay here with you."

He turned his head and glanced at the woods that looked like a fairyland: "It seems that there are still many things that can be used."

"I could live here with you."

"Now, no one will come and rob me. No one will rob you." Steve looked down and saw the two rings on Angus's ring finger.

Obviously soaked in water, but the luster is still there.

"Aren't you greedy? Huh?" Steve slowly reached out and took one of his own from his fingers. It was beautiful and took it to his hand. "This is mine."

Raising his hand to make a gesture, he saw something again, and suddenly laughed.

"Idiot." He fished out the military badge that should belong to Bucky from his neck, "Did you take the wrong badge because of your blind eye?"

"Why are you so stupid..."

"Sometimes I don't know if you're smart or stupid, stupid." Steve took the military badge off his neck and shook it in his hand, "The things we borrowed seem to be returned not going out."

"He won't care." Steve half-curled his lips and smiled at the sleeping man.

After the words fell, he looked at the people in the water: "Sorry, it took me so long to find you."

"You left so much behind, I should have noticed." Steve said angrily, "If you had to come from the past yourself and remind me, I was stupid enough to find you."

"You must have been pissed off." Steve raised his brows, remembering the previous time.

"It's nice," he sighs, "I can still remember."

Half bowed his head, the people inside were sleeping soundly, there were no small bubbles between the lips and teeth, and the transparent gills around the neck also stopped there quietly.

Overwhelming sadness suddenly surged up, and Steve's mind became blank, and he didn't know where to go.

He leaned over, his lips were slightly immersed in the water, found a pair of cold lips, and touched them lightly.

"Angus, I'm so sad."

"You gotta hug me—"

With his eyes closed, Steve said this with a trembling voice.

He was really sad, really sad, so sad that he didn't know what to do.

He doesn't want to be happy, he doesn't want to live, he doesn't want to leave, he doesn't want to be sober, he doesn't want to be alive.

Really... so sad.

In the end, the tears fell into the water silently, and Steve's arms trembled slightly on the edge of the wooden pool, in a trance.

Someone raised his hand to hug him, and patted him on the back coldly.

His whole body was stiff, not daring to move, Steve closed his eyes, feeling someone covering his lips and sucking, as if coaxing him.

"Steve... I'm holding you."

The author has something to say: the text is over.

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There are many, many things I want to say, but when I think about it, I have nothing to say [scratching head]

Then, it's over~

Goodbye, everyone, okay~