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

No wonder people want to keep a pet. When those pure beings express dependence and closeness, you can't help but forgive all their faults and tolerate all the willfulness in their nature.

Even willingly shoveling for them... oh no.

Clean up the mess.

Like Steve.

Throwing away the bath towel that had been tossed into a rag, Steve reached out and picked up Angus, holding it up to move the fish out of the bathroom.

The bathroom floor hadn't been cleaned up, and some dirty things got on Angus' tail.

Steve frowned and dawdled, Angus had already put his arms around his neck and hung on his body.

Well, no creature is clean now.

Steve sighed, the icy blue fish tail swayed and patted on his legs, like a curious little animal.

Steve simply dropped Angus who was hanging around his neck like a bag, and carried it behind him.

With both hands free, he emptied the muddy water in the bathtub. After cleaning it, he pulled the fish steak that was gnawing on his ear behind his back into the bathtub to rinse.

Touching one of his wet ears, Steve smacked his lips, lowered his head and pointed to his mouth, pointing to himself: "No."

Angus sat in the bathtub and said seriously: "Yes!"

Steve...

"No." Steve repeated solemnly.

"Yes!" Angus replied seriously.

Steve...ah, forget it.

Filled Angus with a tank full of water, put the bath towels into the washing machine, grabbed the nozzle and pointed at the mess on the ground, wrapped the dirty things in paper and threw them into the trash can.

Angus lay prone on the edge of the bathtub to follow his movements, the fish tail swayed and splashed a little water on Steve from time to time.

By the time Steve finished tidying up, Angus had kindly made him drenched all over.

The bathroom has been mopped once, which means it has not been mopped, and it is still watery everywhere.

Steve comforted himself, at least it wasn't so dirty anymore.

Picking up his drenched clothes, Steve mused.

Should he prepare a waterproof suit?

Angus stared at his chiseled body without blinking, biting his mouth and drooling.

Steve...

Not much sugar, why is it like this?

Could it be because I have never been exposed to anything with high sugar content before?

Steve glanced at the shiny fish tail in the bathtub. He accidentally touched it once before and was photographed far away.

Moreover, Angus's fish tail will always produce a pile of ashes out of thin air after changing out and disappearing.

It's really hard to clean without a vacuum cleaner.

"Angus, can you make your legs come out?" Steve pointed to his tail and then to his own legs.

Angus raised his tail, looked at Steve's legs, and stretched his fingers: "Steve, can you change the legs?"

As he said that, he raised his tail high, indicating that he would follow this change.

Same thing.

Steve...was really drunk and seriously.

It is impossible to send Angus back to the sea these days. After the sea searchers give up, put Angus back.

Only here for a few days.

The only problem now is how to make Angus understand that he must stay on shore for a while after he wakes up.

Just thinking about it made his brain ache.

Even the whole body is hurting.

·

A private hospital under the Stark Group on Long Island.

"I gave you two days off, and you sent yourself to the hospital?" Howard casually inserted the flowers he brought into the vase beside the bed, and looked at the man wrapped in a thick bandage on the bed.

"Sir, this is... an accident... an accident." The man on the hospital bed paused.

Howard sat on the sofa next to him, spreading his hands on the back of the sofa: "However, my life is not very good."

"So, the doctor said how many days to recover?"

"Moderate concussion, there are no complications for the time being. If there is no abnormality, it will recover in about half a month." Jarvis half-lyed and raised his hand to touch his head, but he couldn't help closing his eyes after a slight movement , with a patient face.

want to vomit.

"Wow... I thought the unit of time was hours..." Howard sighed in a low voice with ambiguous meaning, "You still don't want to move around now."

"I'm curious, how did you knock your head on the rock? How hard did you knock your head?" Howard sighed, not knowing what he was worried about.

"...No, I think... I might have been attacked." Jarvis lay flat and stopped moving, with some confusion on his face, trying to remember, and then his head began to throb and hurt.

"Attack?" Howard put down his folded legs and frowned slightly, "Is it the same as last time?"

"Hmm...I'm not sure," Jarvis said with a tangled expression, "but it probably wasn't the same group of people."

Trying to recall something, he said, "There was someone next to me at the time. The doctor said he sent me here and left. He didn't look very good, but he was very repulsed to be admitted to the hospital."

"...You mean he helped you?" Howard wondered.

"Well, besides, I think he might have been attacked too, so there should be some clues." Jarvis thought thoughtfully, "After all, I was going to rescue him at first."

"...but I always feel like I'm trying to save a woman in the first place."

Howard... His butler is really broken, and his logic is a little messed up.

"I'm beginning to think that I should come back to chat with you in a few days." Howard stretched out his long legs and drew a circle around his head with his fingers. "You may have some problems here now."

"Sir, I only have a moderate concussion," Jarvis emphasized.

"Yes, moderate." Howard repeated.

Howard got up and patted him on the shoulder reassuringly: "During this time, take a good rest and recuperate well. I will let the best brain doctor come to watch you."

"You have no idea how much I need you back to normal."

"Yes, sir." Jarvis smiled and paused, "Sir, can I trouble you to check the person who sent me to the hospital before?"

"Small." Howard said OK.

"Thank you."

"Get better as soon as possible," Howard took his coat and put it on his arm, and walked out, "We all need you."

"Okay, sir." Jarvis pursed his lips and smiled.

·

A residential area in Brooklyn.

The black-haired, somewhat embarrassed man was wearing a jacket stolen from the hospital casually, looking at a house from afar.

Looking at the strange faces coming in and out, he pressed his head and rubbed it.

Why do you always feel that something is not right?

Hiding his figure, he walked in another direction.Looking at the same familiar house and unfamiliar residents two streets away, he patted his head.

There was some confusion in his expression.

Why do you feel that many things are wrong?

Not right, the face and the building are not right.

Someone approached behind him, he turned his head vigilantly, startling the people behind him.

"What's wrong with you!?" The man walked away cursing, probably because he became angry from embarrassment with an impure purpose.

The black-haired man wrapped the clothes around his body, looked down at his bare feet, and looked around.

Seeing a direction, he went straight there.

Today is Sunday, there should be something to eat there.

Just as he was thinking, he stopped abruptly.On Sunday, there is something to eat...? ?

Although he didn't know where his thoughts came from, he still walked in a familiar and unfamiliar direction.

After walking for a while, he looked up at the small restaurant in front of him and the shed outside which was distributing food for a long time.

"Hey buddy, would you like some?"

The volunteer responsible for distributing food to the homeless is a girl with blond hair and blue eyes. She looks at the black-haired man not far away with kindness in her eyes.

The black-haired man stopped for a few seconds and approached: "Trouble..."

"It's okay." The girl obviously had a good sense of him, brought him the freshest hamburger and even stuffed him with three plums.

"Thank you." The black-haired man took the food and thanked him earnestly.

The girl couldn't hold back, and gave him another bottle of water.

The homeless man standing next to the black-haired man clicked his tongue: "It's important to have a good face these days—"

The girl gave him a blank look: "Those who come to get two copies every time are not allowed to speak."

"Hey, Jenny, give me a plum too..." The homeless man smiled, showing his yellowed teeth, "Otherwise I'll get scurvy!"

"Here you give you—"②

After the two chattered for a while, the girl turned her head again, and the black-haired man had already gone away.

The stomach that had been hungry and flustered since waking up stopped after eating half of the hamburger. The man drank his saliva, feeling like he was slowly choking.

Sitting on a bench in the corner of the park, he stared at the artificial lake opposite in a daze.

Breaking some crumbs off the burger, he tossed it to the piles of ducks in the lake.

The duck quacked appreciatively, though it might just be that the man interrupted their romance.

There are very familiar things, but very strange.

The dark-haired man raised his left arm, but he couldn't.The arm is broken, but it doesn't hurt.

There is no inflammation, and I even feel very refreshed.

The only thing he can be sure of is that he must be a person, but he doesn't know what type of person it is.

He seems to be able to travel through space?Still have a lot of strength?

Very capable of fighting is certain, personal testimonials.

But I always feel that something... seems not right.Something just doesn't match.

In a daze, for a second his right arm began to tense slightly.Three seconds later, he got up and walked towards the crowded place in the park.

After going around a few times, he quickly leaned behind a tree and held his breath.

A figure hurriedly passed by, as if missing something.

"It seems to be lost..."

He quickly raised his hand to cover the man's mouth, and the black-haired man squeezed the man's neck tightly with his forearm.

"Say everything is normal." The black-haired man whispered in the man's ear.

The man just struggled for a while, then raised his hands to comfort the man behind him, and stopped struggling.He repeated what the black-haired man said, and the next moment, he slammed his back elbow hard.

The black-haired man blocked it with his unconscious left hand, turned sideways, raised his hand, pinched his chin, and raised his knee to hit the man's lower back.

With a "bang", the man fell directly to the ground, and the man grabbed his chin with one hand, as if he could break his neck at any time.

He lowered his body and said in a low voice, "You'd better stop struggling."

The suppressed person coughed a few times, almost suffocating.

"Say, why are you following me?" The man's voice could not be refused.

"...We...we are just entrusted by others." The man said with difficulty.

"Who?"

"Stark, Howard Stark."

The man frowned, surprised at the ease with which he said a name.

And the name is still very familiar, so familiar...so that he didn't have any sense of resistance.

"We just wanted to find you and let you meet Mr. Stark. Because the picture we got was too blurry, we couldn't be sure it was the real person, so we followed him." The man seemed to sense his relaxation, and hurriedly confessed.

The dark-haired man let go of him: "See me? Why?"

"Cough, cough, cough..." The person whose restraint was released covered his neck and coughed a few times, "Because you saved Mr. Jarvis, Mr. Stark's housekeeper."

The black-haired man was silent for a while: "Take me to see Stark."

These are the two names he is most familiar with at present, and he cannot let them go.

"...Okay." With a dry throat, the ex-World War II scout and now a member of Mr. Stark's private security team felt as if he was forcibly fed with crumbs of bread by life.

So, why don't you just ask, you have to follow up first! ?

Although if people know that Mr. Stark is looking for a 'benefactor', there may be many impostors who appear inexplicably.

The hospital's monitoring is already blurred into a mess, and whether it can be distinguished is also a problem.

"...Please follow me." The man straightened his collar and led the man out of the park.

The dark-haired man followed him silently.

Not far away, the woman leading a dog glanced in this direction, and then continued to flirt with the well-dressed man beside her without any abnormality.

The author has something to say: concussions can cause symptoms such as vomiting and dizziness, some patients will be unable to recall the accident, and some have symptoms of retrograde amnesia.

There is no cerebral hemorrhage or other brain problems, and I can recover well after a good rest for about two weeks. [The above information comes from Baidu Encyclopedia]

②The United States recognizes that homeless people have the right to eat and sleep in public places, and the government even arranges agencies to distribute subsidies and benefits.They also use government vouchers to buy things.Some restaurants and shops also regularly distribute free food and supplies to the homeless.

I don't know exactly when the system was formed. Let's assume that there was such a mechanism in the past.

It can't be too miserable for stuffed buns, it's already miserable.

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The source of everything is a silly communication activity, and the outside has gradually become a mess [Smile.jpg]

Awesome.