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

Bucky felt that he stayed at his house for two nights, but every time he opened his eyes, there were new surprises waiting for him.

"Hehehe-"

The sound of wheezing, the water-red tongue is close in front of him, and the black eyes are pure and innocent, with natural dependence and gentleness.

Pushing away the 'huge' silly dog ​​face with a smile in front of him, he touched his mouth, pulled out a few hairs, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

He didn't want to think about what the young lady's body was in his dreams.

Jujue turned over and jumped off the sofa, and Sa Yazi happily ran into the kitchen.

"Bucky, the sandwich is in the fridge, you can warm it up before eating."

Steve held up two beige dog bowls, one with milk written on it, and the other with food: "Juice, don't walk around my feet, I will step on you."

Bucky looked faintly at Steve, who had obviously gone out for a run, had a shower, changed into a T-shirt and gray home pants, and suddenly asked, "Is there any difference between me, juice and Angus?"

"What?" Squatting in the dining corner specially arranged for juice, Steve didn't know why.

"Woof—" After being walked enough, the already thirsty juice yelled dissatisfied.

"Oh, sorry." Putting down the two food bowls, Steve patted the body of Juicy Roudundun.

"No, it's nothing." Bucky looked away, decided to ignore Steve, who had been getting weirder and weirder recently, and threw away the blanket and went to the kitchen.

With a ding, he walked out of the kitchen with his breakfast, sat cross-legged on the sofa and gnawed.

"Bucky, maybe you can try to wake up earlier next time, it's almost noon now." Steve suggested seriously, "You should keep a good schedule."

Bucky almost choked to death: "..." *%#%U&%...

"...I'm going back to my home today so, well, rest, rest."

"OK." Steve didn't notice the overwhelming resentment in his heart, and turned to the bathroom.

Bucky rolled his eyes, then looked around, and found that there was not even a TV set here, and the food was tasteless.

While he was eating a sandwich, Bucky suddenly caught a glimpse of the juice with his head buried in the dog bowl out of the corner of his eye.

"They're all monsters, aren't they?" Bucky sighed, looking sympathetically at Juice, who was running with Steve.

Juice snorted, wondering if it was responding to him.

Steve knocked on the bathroom door and turned the locked handle: "... Angus...?"

I don't know why I just went out for morning exercise for a while as usual, but I was disgusted by Angus, and locked myself in the bathroom when I came back.

"...Do you want to go out today?" Supporting his waist, Steve asked inside the door.

Nothing happened.

"Angus, what happened?" Steve was a little helpless, "You know you don't tell me, I don't know what's wrong with you."

Bucky squatted with Juice for a while, heard this movement, ate the last bite of the sandwich, and walked around to him: "What did you do to him?"

"...if only I knew." Steve sighed.

"You still can't handle him?" Bucky's tone was full of gloating.

Steve glanced at him.

Bucky... what does that look mean? ?Um? ?

Didn't he have nothing to do with Angus because Steve was always protecting him with no brains? ?

"Bang bang—"

There was a knock on the door, the two glanced at each other, and there was a splash of water in the bathroom.

"Bucky, watch here, don't let Angus come out wrapped in a towel." Steve ordered, and went around the door.

Bucky knocked on the door: "Did you hear what Steve Papa said?"

"Go away." Angus' voice sounded.

Bucky laughed, took a few steps and leaned to the edge where the living room and the bathroom meet, folded his arms and observed.

Steve opened the door, and there were a man and a woman in casual clothes at the door, sighing inwardly.

He smiled: "Hi...what's the matter?"

"Are you the owner of Paperbox?" The woman took out the ID from her clothes, and Steve held the door to look at the words FBI on the ID.

He seemed to underestimate the commotion they caused last night, and he thought it would be the New York police who came to the door first.

"Yes." Steve agreed.

"Angus Cullen? You?" The man smiled. "The one downstairs told me that you are a young, slender child."

"Obviously, he may really be old and his eyesight is not working well."

Steve...then why are you asking me if I'm all of them, nasty?Get off your horse?

"Well," the woman put away her ID, "When we said we were looking for someone, the guard almost couldn't wait to let us come to this house to look for you."

"It seems that you are very popular in the building." The woman with black hair and brown eyes looked at Steve with a light smile at the moment.

Steve raised his hand and scratched his nose. He could probably guess what the people in the building had said, and looked back at Bucky.

Bucky indicated that Angus was already getting dressed.

Opening the door, he calmly said, "Come in, we can sit down and talk."

"Thank you for your cooperation."

When the two entered, they glanced at the furnishings in the house. It was a very ordinary apartment, and a corgi in the corner was tilting its head and barking at them.

"Juice, be quiet." Steve said.

Angus came out of the bathroom barefoot, with a dry towel on his head, and most of his clothes were wet with his hair hanging down.

Steve tilted his head and looked at Bucky. Is this what you said he was dressed? ?

Bucky shrugged, saying there was nothing he could do.

"Steve?" Angus' eyes were not kind to Steve's comprehension, and the two people on the opposite side simply didn't know.

"It's okay." Steve reassured him.

He brought two glasses of water from the kitchen, put them on the tea table, and handed Angus his 'hush money' by the way.

Holding his water bottle, Angus looked at the two strangers, bit the hose, thought about it, and walked away.

He's going to talk to Juice.

"Please sit down." Steve was very pleased with Angus's obedience after the quarrel, and his mood relaxed a lot.

"Wow, so I guess this is Angus?" The man sat on the sofa, followed Angus for a while, and then looked at Steve.

"Pretty boy." He repeated what he had heard.

Steve glanced at him, clasped his hands together, and said nothing.

The momentum was very stable, so calm that the two people on the opposite side were a little surprised.

The man smiled, and did not continue to try to provoke the person in front of him superficially, the woman naturally took over the topic.

"Let's just get straight to the point. You all know about the disturbance that happened in the paperbox yesterday, right?" The woman folded her legs, her face straightened.

The person opposite is a stubble, he looks too calm.

"Yes." Steve nodded and glanced at the clock hanging in the living room.

"Then can you tell us what happened yesterday?" The man lay on the sofa with his hands clasped in front of him.

"Given that you seem to be one of the few...participants we have interviewed who has not developed psychotic tendencies," the woman added.

"...how many people have you interviewed?" Steve looked up at them.

"Part." The man reminded, "sir, please answer our questions."

"Sorry, I'm just curious..." Steve closed his eyes and glanced at the clock again.

"Wang Wang Wang-"

"Wang Wang Wang-"

Steve's body froze, and Bucky spun around in the direction of Angus and Juice, covering the crouching man and dog as if nothing.

Steve exhales.

"Bang bang—"

The door rang again, Angus glanced at the door, and continued to talk seriously with Juice.

Steve apologized, "Mind if I go and see?"

The man raised his hand, signaling him to be casual.

At the door, Howard, Peggy, and a black man with a bald head and one eye that Steve had never seen stood together.

"Thank you for coming, who is this?" Steve looked at Howard suspiciously.

"Nicole Fury, it's an honor to meet you." The bald man offered his hand.

Steve reached out and shook his hand: "...that's serious."

"This time he is responsible for handling this incident." Peggy briefly introduced.

Steve showed him a grateful expression: "That's really bothering you."

"No problem." Nick said he was completely fine.

"Although I know it happened suddenly, maybe you can try to contact us earlier next time, you must know that you have taken the case from those people—" Howard shook his head, but his expression was beaming.

Steve pushed the door open and motioned them to look inside.

Howard's voice paused: "Oh, hi—your new friend?"

"They are investigated by the FBI." Steve introduced.

Nick clutched the file bag in his hand and asked Steve if he could go in with his eyes.

"Please—" Steve moved out of the way, he really didn't want to continue talking to them.

It would make him feel very guilty.

Nick took a few steps, and suddenly a person appeared in front of him, it was Angus.

He was looking straight at the... blindfold on his face, and reached out.

Steve stepped over and held his restless paw: "Angus, that's very rude."

"No."

Angus withdrew his hand regretfully, thinking he could uncover it before Steve could react.

"You look handsome." Angus said with a mouthful of fish foam.

Nick... "Uh, thanks."

Angus smiled at him, still looking straight at his... blindfold.

"Sorry," Steve wiped his face, "he... didn't mean any harm."

"I see." Nick nodded.

"...Thank you." Steve suddenly felt that this serious-looking bald man had a pretty good personality.

"I'm the deputy director of S.H.I.E.L.D. This incident has been transferred to us. Maybe you haven't been notified because of the time difference." Nick showed a business-like attitude towards the two people who were out of the situation.

"This is the referral document." He shoved the portfolio in front of the two of them.

Steve tugged at Angus who was eager to join Nick: "Angus."

Angus bit the hose of the kettle and wrinkled his nose.

After the two federal investigators were told by Nick, Howard and Peggy also sat down.

Steve sent the two away with a bright mood: "Juice or water?"

That's what he has at home.

"No wine?" Howard couldn't believe it.

"No, no."

"Cola?"

"No."

"What kind of life are you living??"

"Healthy day." Steve replied calmly.

Bucky patted Howard on the shoulder knowingly: "Resign yourself to fate, there is Angus at home, and he even makes freshly squeezed juice."

Howard...

Steve glanced at Bucky and reprimanded him for teasing him even though he knew the reason.

Bucky smiled back at that.

Peggy looked at Steve, and curled her lips: "You still find that you can't live a normal life, do you?"

"...that's not true." Steve emphasized that he would be fine if he was alone.

perhaps.

Paige couldn't deny it.

"Captain, although I don't want to interrupt your conversation, but... I still need to make a specific report on this matter, whether internally or externally." Nick became serious.

"So, I hope you can be honest with each other so that we can make the appropriate judgment."

Steve pushed his hand on his leg, straightened up, and pondered for a while.

"That's what we do." Howard finally seized the opportunity to sell S.H.I.E.L.D. to Steve.

"We protect people from groups, individuals, and weapons beyond normal understanding." Peggy didn't ignore Howard's eyes this time.

"This incident, although it looks like a terrorist attack, but... my intuition tells me that it doesn't look that simple."

"Terrorist attack?" Steve caught Nick's phrasing.

"...Yes, a terrorist attack." Nick hesitated.

"Although no one was injured or injured, all the people at the scene had hallucinations or slight insanity to varying degrees." Nick flipped through the information he took over from the authorities.

Steve pursed his lips, feeling delicate.

How was he going to tell them that this was the best possible outcome?

"Captain, don't tell me you saved the world again." Howard asked with his eyes narrowed as he looked at his subtle expression.

Bucky smiled.

Steve tilted his head, hesitating: "...This...it's not to that extent."

"Yes, indeed." Bucky came over and patted Nick on the shoulder, "He just prevented a racial crisis."

Steve closed his eyes and drew out his voice, "Bucky..."

"Oh, eon, you know there's no way we can keep it all under wraps." Bucky looked straight at him.

Steve looked at his expression and instantly understood something.Quickly covering his expression, he said seriously, "OK, everything I say next has nothing to do with customs, legends, or fantasies."

"Please, trust me." Steve said sincerely.

Peggy glanced at him, but didn't investigate on the spot.

"Captain, believe it or not, there is nothing normal about the incidents we dealt with after the war." Nick comforted him, and took out a recording pen from his pocket.

"do you mind?"

"It's okay." Steve waved his hand.

"This incident, the current result is the best." Steve thought carefully about what he should hide and what he should confess, and then found that this speed is actually quite easy to control.

"It was a vampire that triggered the incident." Steve said surprisingly.

The corner of Howard's mouth twitched, Peggy raised an eyebrow, and Nick blinked his only remaining eye.

"...I don't know what kind of virus he was infected with, or what transformation he received, but the best way to describe him is...a vampire." Steve glanced at the man who gave himself a thumbs up behind the three of them. Bucky.

He also felt that since he woke up, his ability to make up lies has become more and more proficient.

Angus pinched the nape of Juice's neck, looked at Steve, and was about to open his mouth when Bucky covered his mouth and pushed him away.

"Angus, isn't Juice's kennel ready yet? Let's try it!" Bucky pulled him, "Don't you like Steve getting involved?"

"Come on, come on, now that he's busy, tell me where you hid the materials..." Bucky and Angus bit their ears.

Angus seemed to think about it for a while, then opened the door and went out, turning around and beckoning to Bucky.

Bucky...

"You hid things outside??" Bucky couldn't believe it.

'Confess the truth' Steve, who had gone through the facts, held back, but couldn't hold back: "Angus, is it true? You hid the ingredients outside to keep me out of the juice!??"

Angus glanced at him, then quietly dragged Bucky away.

"Why can Bucky..." intervene?

Steve looked at the tightly closed door and felt that Angus might have reached the stage of rebellion.

The three people who were listening carefully to what seemed to be a briefing were very worried...

"Steve, we're still recording," Paige reminded.

Steve...

"Sorry, let's continue..."

"...Actually, Natalia helped us in the end..."

Author has something to say: Steve: I think Angus is messing with me.

Bucky: ...

Steve: I think Angus is rebellious.

Bucky: ...

Juice: woof woof—uh——

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