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

"what's your name?"

"James Buchanan Barnes."

"Where is your home?"

"Brooklyn."

"How old is this year?"

"...28."

"..." The two people who asked and answered looked at each other, one was speechless, the other just smiled.

"...What are you good at? Like firearms or investigation or something else..." The person who asked decided not to pursue him for lying about his age, and continued to ask.

"...I'm not sure...seems like a lot."

"..." The bald man in a black suit who filled out the form with a pen paused, raised his head, and dragged his voice, "What?"

"Maybe you can give me some random things to try?" The black-haired man shrugged, his expression couldn't tell if he was careless or arrogant.

"Sir, do you know that you are applying for the Stark family's personal bodyguard right now?" The man in the black suit put down his pen and raised his hand in a tower shape.

He felt that he wanted to give a good lesson to this handsome young man opposite him, who pretended to be a bodyguard.

Even if he lost an arm, he couldn't be treated differently.

There are a lot of veterans in Mr. Stark's security team, and he can't let some ungrateful bastards get in too.

What the hell is a 28-year-old kid doing here?Besides, he doesn't look 28 years old.

"Yes, I know." In fact, it was Stark himself who made it necessary for him to come.

He felt that it would be okay for him to go to the restaurant to clean the dishes. The young lady who gave him the hamburger before was pretty good-looking.

From Stark, I learned my name, a detailed biography, and even counted a few of my ex-girlfriends, and I also know how old their babies are...

He knew that Howard wanted to win his trust, and he could see that he really wanted to help him.

In fact, he didn't feel any distrust, it's just that all this was still very strange to him, and he needed more time to digest it.

But he couldn't refuse the kindness from someone he might know.

"Then please be serious. I don't know how you contacted Mr. Stark, but please at least respect him." The bald man's voice was heavy.

"...I don't have... um... okay." The man sitting crookedly on the chair looked at the bald head's straight face, and sat upright, "But, I really don't know what I'm good at, maybe You can give me the gun in your side to try."

"I'm probably good at all kinds of hot and cold weapons."

"Before I know what you are good at, I don't know whether you are assigned to go out with Mr. Stark, or accompany Mrs. Stark to go shopping, or take care of Mr. Stark." The bald man's voice brought some Irony.

It's not good for young people to be too arrogant.

"...OK——" Bucky raised his right arm, sighed, and put his arm on the table between them with a "snap", "I'm yours now, you can decide everything."

He was used to not having his left arm, and he recovered so quickly after the amputation that he was fine right after the amputation.

If it wasn't for the operation at a private hospital under the name of the Stark Group, he might have been detained and signed a contract for voluntary participation in the experiment with a large bounty.

Maybe he can still live a little more chicly.

"Sir, Mr. Stark is currently the most valuable person in New York. You may not be aware of his importance. Even if Mr. Stark personally introduced you to your attitude, I have to think twice."

Bucky's head hurt from what he said one by one: "You can call me Bucky."

"What!?" The bald man was a little annoyed seeing that he hadn't paid attention yet.

Bucky rubbed his eyebrows: "Hey, listen, I don't mean to be careless. I'm really not sure what I know. In fact, I just memorized the basic information you just asked me. down."

"I'm not even sure how old I am." Bucky showed an expression of disbelief even more than the bald man.

Because normally, I am 59 years old.

He also has to be 56 years old, and he is an old man.

We should retire together in a few years, so why do we still work?

Thinking about it, he paused for a moment, then blinked his eyes, dazed.

Who is 56 years old...?

The bald man frowned at his suddenly stuck bewildered expression, and his stern expression relaxed a bit: "You...are you traumatized after the war?"

But it's been over 30 years...

This young man is only 28 years old...

What about veterans?

Bucky opened his eyes, looking a little sluggish.He withdrew his hand on the table, raised his legs, and leaned back on the back of the chair: "...well, I forgot a lot of things."

The bald man hesitated for a few seconds between relenting and not believing his nonsense.

"Adams—you should ask him why he knew you were wearing a gun? How many?" A female voice came from the door, and the woman in the lavender suit smiled lightly.

The bald man stood up quickly: "Captain Carter—"

"I'm not a captain anymore." Paige smiled. She walked behind Bucky and put her hand on the back of his swaying chair to stabilize him. "So, Barnes, what's your answer?"

Bucky knew that his job was going to be bad this time.

"Three." He glanced at Adams, "One on the side, one on the side, and a small one on the waist."

"You look very cautious, you still have a knife on your wrist." He shrugged, "I think your post-war trauma is much more serious than mine, boss—"

The bald man pursed his lips, looked down at him, and then at his formal suit, with an inexplicable expression.

"Okay, Adams, I just want him to go through the motions and let him get his salary at ease, although his main job is to play with my son." Some frivolous male voices sounded, and Howard walked in with a smile on his face .

Obviously in a good mood.

"What? Play with your son?" Bucky couldn't believe it.

"Yes." Howard shrugged.

Peggy couldn't help laughing.

"Hahahaha, is Bucky going to be a nanny?" A heroic voice squeezed in, teasing and teasing.

"Oh, fuck, Bucky... have you had plastic surgery?" The man with the beard curled up and wearing a top hat walked in after a bearded man in front, his face full of shock.

"Brother, you look too... young—" This is a somewhat thin elderly man with an awkward accent.

A few captains and generals that Adams was familiar with suddenly flooded into the small office. He unconsciously raised his legs together, and almost raised his arms to salute.

"Okay, let's take a vacation today—" Howard laughed, "I believe that under their siege, nothing will happen to me today."

Peggy opened her lips with a smile, and some thoughts and sentimentality flashed in her eyes.

Bucky was still out of the situation, but the strangeness these people gave him was not serious, and they were even familiar.

Peggy noticed Bucky's dazed look, and patted him on the back: "Howard managed to contact the members of the assault team you were staying at back then, and forced them to drop everything and bring people over from various places. "

"Although it's been too long and I can't get them all together, but...these are all your former comrades-in-arms." Peggy's voice paused, choking inexplicably.

"Hey, Bucky, I heard that your brain is broken, I was worried, but you look much better than us old people." The top hat was taken off and held in his hand, the vicissitudes of the mustache man's face With some gentleness.

Bucky opened his mouth, and then smiled: "Yes, I look much better than you old men and women—"

The atmosphere relaxed, and a group of people laughed and cursed, and it wasn't long before they were called into the living room by Maria who came in.

"Dinner is ready, come on—" Maria stood beside Howard, and Howard put his arms around her.

"Let's go, let's have a good talk today, maybe you will think of something."

Tony was already sitting at the table, waiting with stiff arms and legs.When she saw Peggy, she relaxed a little: "Aunt Carter—"

"Hi Tony."

"...that's my future boss?" Bucky whispered to Howard.

"Yes, you will love him to death." Howard whispered to him.

The meal was laughing and joking. Although it was unfamiliar, Bucky didn't feel any discomfort. He even teamed up with Howard and the others to feed Tony a sip of beer behind Maria's back.

It was afterward that Carter scolded him as a bloody sprinkler.

Satisfied with food and drink, he moved to the fireplace, and Howard took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to Bucky.

Bucky let Tony, who liked to play with him for some reason, grab his empty left sleeve, took the information bag in doubt, and looked at the "leave team" sign on it, not knowing why.

"What is this? I thought you had already given me all my information." He opened the bag carelessly, not paying attention to the slightly silent atmosphere around him for a moment.

"I should have given it to you earlier, but I always feel that it should be more formal." Howard got up and poured himself a glass of wine, and poured a glass for several people present by the way.

Peggy took the glass and refilled it for herself. Howard let out a wow, and Peggy looked indifferent.

"...Steve Rogers?" Looking at the name on it, he read it in a low voice.

Tony's eyes lit up, and he went over in an instant: "Captain!"

"This is the captain?" Tony looked at the photo in his portfolio with a wrinkled face, in disbelief.

"...This is...he used to look like, he looks much healthier than this now." Bucky put his head against Tony's head that was coming closer, flipping through the documents in his hand.

I don't know why the sense of detachment that was empty and empty finally returned to steadfastness, and I found the last important puzzle, so I can be sure that I am not having a ridiculous dream.

Tony was pushed away, climbed onto the sofa in the other direction, and watched with him with his butt pouted.

The quiet atmosphere was not so deep because of his disturbance.

Swiping his hand over the series of illnesses on the initial medical examination materials, Bucky couldn't help but smile: "It's really..."

Peggy knew exactly where he turned and what he saw. She took a sip of her wine, crossed her legs, rested her chin in her hand, and was thinking of a skinny yellow-haired dwarf.

"... Fell into the sea and disappeared."

After flipping through, Bucky resealed the information bag: "I think you need to put it back as soon as possible."

Howard put away the documents: "...Well, that's true. Maria, remember to remind me later that I don't want to dirty it. If someone finds out that I stole the documents, I will be scolded again."

Maria rolled her eyes, and walked over to help him put away the briefcase.

Bucky leaned back on the sofa, let out a sigh, and rubbed his face.

"So, have you remembered something?" Howard broke the heavy atmosphere.

"Probably." Bucky shrugged, "Give me a drink too—"

"You are a patient, drink less."

"It's okay, I'm still young, you guys have to pay attention to your health." After drinking it down, he quickly refilled his glass.

"Hey——" Maria came over and put away the wine bottle, "Boys, you are all very old."

"Just tonight, Maria." Peggy said.

Maria sighed, and handed the bottle to Howard who was waiting.

"It's a surprise that I'm best friends with such a powerful person." Bucky teased and said firmly.Then sighed in a low voice: "But who would have thought..."

"No one would have thought that you would come back like this." Peggy bit her lips and smiled.

"I thought I was hallucinating." Howard raised his glass and stared.

"I even smashed my china collection, damn it," he swore.

Bucky laughed a few times: "Your reaction is really interesting."

"If one day the captain appears in front of me like this, I'll be fine if all my collections are broken." Howard raised a finger to support his head.

As soon as these words came out, there was another silence.

Bucky grabbed Tony who was sneaking around to dig through the briefcase, pressed the child on his lap, and raised the glass: "For all of Howard's broken collections!"

"Yes, for his collection!"

"certainly--"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

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"Ah cut—" the man in gloves, holding the bullet with tweezers turned his back and sneezed loudly.

Angus lay listlessly on the bed, buried in the pillow, loosened the sheets slightly with his hands, and the cut wound on his back was healing.

There shouldn't be any cold so severe that it can infect him, Steve sniffed and thought about it.

Turning around, he put the bullet in the rice dish aside, making a crisp clicking sound.

"There's one more, do you really have nothing to do with it?" Steve looked down at Angus who just tore off his bed sheet when he took the first one.

"Hurry up—" Angus turned his face on the other side and muttered dissatisfiedly.

Human beings are carefully picking and pulling, and it is too slow.If it's not that I can't reach it, I want him to dig for myself with shaking hands, and I have to ask myself how many times to repeat the question if I move it.

"You know how to pronounce pain, right?" Steve confirmed again.

"It hurts." Angus repeated.

"Yes, read it like that." Steve nodded, then paused, "Are you in pain or are you saying it hurts?"

Angus...

Meeting Angus' eyes rolled out, Steve honestly went to pick the second bullet.

He didn't even know how Angus endured it, anyway, he had to work hard to keep his hands from shaking.He has no feeling to move something for himself.

But on Angus, knives and tweezers were used, cutting and cutting, and he was a little weak.

After the two bullets were taken out, Angus lay on his stomach, his legs regained their fishtails, hanging slightly on the edge of the bed, and under the bed were the big underpants that had been taken off.

Steve's back was soaked.

"Okay, it's okay." Steve checked the wound on his back, which was healing as fast as ever.

The growing flesh had tightened the deformed bullet, and he even had to cut off some flesh to take out the bullet completely.

"Angus?" He leaned forward and saw the fish closed his eyes, a little nervous.

"Water." Angus said.

"Want to stay in the water?" Steve took off his gloves and went to put the water first.

When he turned around, Angus sat up from the bed and was picking up the dishes on the bedside table.

Steve took a few steps closer: "You can't just move now—"

"Hmm—" Something was stuffed in his mouth, and the smell of blood rushed to his nose.

Steve nearly retched, but Angus squeezed his mouth and nose tightly and glared at him.He didn't dare to struggle violently, and carefully pushed Angus' hand away, leaving only salty bullets in his mouth.

Spitting out the bullet, Steve's entire face shrank into a ball.

...He really ate Angus meat before...

Suddenly realizing that Angus didn't have any bad intentions from the beginning to the end, Steve's mood was suddenly complicated.

He didn't know how to feel about Angus's simplicity.

I can't tell if it's touching or sour, or distressed or worried.

Perhaps Angus shouldn't be so vigilant towards humans...

"Steve—" Angus held out his hand.

Steve quickly waved away the messy thoughts in his mind, carefully lifted the fish up and took it to the bathroom.

He struggled for a long time to get Angus into the water smoothly. Seeing that the water was about to cover the wound, he didn't let go of his hand, and supported his body to hang in the water.

"You really don't need stitches?" He frowned.

"No." Angus pursed his mouth, the thin needles were so rough.

He'll be fine soon, and only a human would worry like that.

Curling his lips, Angus grabbed his arm and rubbed his face in his palm.

"It's okay—it's not hurting, it'll be gone soon." Steve turned sideways, sat on the edge of the bathtub, and stroked his head.

The fast-healing wound made Steve less anxious, and after about ten minutes, the wound had healed.

Steve's tensed arms relaxed a little, allowing the fish to be completely submerged in the water, but the arms did not pull away, and they were still soaked in the water for him to hold.

Angus fell asleep.

Steve brushes his hair out of the way, and looks down at his ears.

The blue ear fins are about as long as the palm of my hand, fan-shaped, with four cartilages branching out, and the membrane in the middle is very thin. If you look closely, you can see the thin blue-purple meridians.

The gills on the neck are also very thin, transparent, like fog.

The bubbles floated up, and Steve pinched Angus' face with his hands soaked in the water, it was as soft as milk.

He breathed lightly and smiled.

I don't know if Angus would be angry and flick his tail to pat himself when he woke up and found himself sleeping so deeply in front of him.

The author has something to say: Ba Ji’s original name, but his nickname is Bucky.

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Author: When do you think the other party is the cutest?

Steve: When acting like a baby.

Angus: How stupid, how cute.Wait a minute? ?When did I act like a baby? [angry shot]

Steve [laughs]: That's it...

Author: ... Oh [Indifference.jpg]

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