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

Angus didn't lead Bucky very far, but just stood at the opposite door.

Raising his hand, he knocked on the door, and Angus called out, "Jonce."

Bucky froze.

"Squeak—"

The door was opened a crack, and the pale young man looked at the person at the door through the crack. When he saw Bucky next to Angus, he obviously felt a little nervous.

"Ann, Angus? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Angus said calmly, "Can you give me the things I asked you to keep for me?"

"Of course you can, but can you really?" The young man looked at Bucky with a vigilant look, and looked at Angus worriedly from time to time, "If necessary, I can..."

"It's all right, Jons," Angus repeated. "I need those things now."

"OK, just wait a moment, I'll get it for you."

"um. Thank you."

"...No, nothing." The young man blushed.

Bucky...

There was a stir in the room, and a large box was taken out and handed to Angus.

"I didn't take it apart to see." Xiaonian promised.

"I know." Angus held the box, "Thank you."

"No, it doesn't matter." The young man's pale face turned redder, "You will be free after today."

"I heard they've finally caught him..."

As he spoke, he pouted at the opposite door: "You will get better and better in the future."

"..." Angus remained silent.

Because he wasn't quite sure what Jons was talking about.

When Steve was showering and Bucky was sleeping, he took out his things and was hesitating what to do with them, the man opened the door to greet him, and told himself that if he had nowhere to go, he could stay with him for a while.

Although he didn't understand why he invited himself into his territory, but since he was worrying about not having a place to put those things, he naturally hit the snake with a stick.

"He can't control you anymore." The young man was filled with righteous indignation.

Bucky...manipute? ?What? ?Who accuses whom? ?

"...Well, thank you." Angus thanked again. After all, he didn't know how to respond.

"That, that," the young man said with a nervous expression, "Can I...can you leave your contact information?"

Angus blinked, nodded, and reported the landline number at home.

"OK." The young man felt refreshed as if he had accomplished a great event.

"Goodbye." Angus waved at him, and when he turned around to go back, as if thinking of something, he beckoned Bucky to follow him to the elevator.

"Please take good care of him." The young man solemnly said to Bucky, "I, I won't give up."

Bucky...

"OK, I'll wait for you." Suppressing a smile, Bucky raised his fist to the young man's shoulder, "goodluck."

"..." The young man straightened his back, "I will."

Bucky... Is he smiling face to face or following the procedure?

The two entered the elevator, and Bucky watched as Angus accurately pressed the button for the third floor.

"So, Angus, do you know anyone else in this building?" Bucky grinned slightly.

He could already imagine his aggrieved and unbelievable expression when he went back and told Steve what had happened.

"Just came today."

"what?"

On the third floor, Bucky saw the moving company moving cardboard boxes back and forth.When passing by the stairs, he also helped the person carrying the big cargo.

Angus opened the door accurately and directly, and it was obvious that the new residents walked in.

Bucky followed him curiously, his eyes widened slightly when he saw Natalia standing in the living room directing the workers to move things: "You—"

"Ah, hello."

The waist-length red hair has become shoulder-length, with a fluffy curl. Natalia looks much younger in a tank top shirt and jeans.

"Natasha Romanov." Natalia came out and held out her hand to Angus, "Let's get to know each other."

Bucky... has he changed his identity again? ?

Angus shook hands with her: "Natasha."

Raising her hand to hang on Angus' shoulder, Natasha smiled very brightly, with a feeling of being young and not worrying: "Sister, does my hairstyle look good, just like yours~ Are you happy?"

Angus nodded.

Natasha laughed loudly: "I am here temporarily, if you are fed up with Steve, you can come to me."

Bucky... This is the second one who wants to turn a corner today.

This chance of success is estimated to be higher than that of the hot-headed fool upstairs, maybe he was really abducted.

He began to feel sorry for Steve.

After finally raising a fish, everyone wanted to take a bite.

Angus shook his head: "I won't stay here."

"Well, whenever you think it's appropriate." Natasha didn't care either.

"Ms. Romanov, the last item has been delivered." The man in green uniform with a file board approached, "Please sign here."

Spreading Angus's shoulders, Natasha picked up the pen with her left hand and signed a fancy name in a fluttering manner. She was young, full of vigor, and full of vigor.

"Thank you." Natasha smiled at the man, every angle she showed was immature and enthusiastic.

If it wasn't for a real face, Bucky would never dare to recognize her.

... really scary.

After the outsiders had left, Natasha restrained her smile, pushed away the piles of things on the sofa, lay down on it, crossed her legs, and slacked off.

He was obviously lying down, but looking at Angus and Bucky's appearance, he seemed to be condescending and winning in his hands as a matter of course.

"So, little brother, how do you know I'm here? Huh?" Natasha raised her head and looked at Angus, "Super talent?"

Angus blinked his eyes, not wanting to explain, it was quite troublesome.

"I want to make a doghouse."

Natasha's eyebrows jumped: "You really should take the kennel I gave you away, as long as you clean up the little toys inside, it can still be used."

She shrugged.

"Why...why did you move here?" Bucky couldn't help asking.

"Because..." Natasha pulled her hair and went around, "My account has been frozen, and the cash is only enough for a short-term rental here."

Bucky doesn't believe a word of her.

"Doghouse." Angus repeated.

"Angus, we're going back." Bucky held Angus back, "Let...Miss Romanov pack up by herself."

Natasha looked at Bucky with a half-smile: "I'll stay here until I get the new job I'm looking forward to."

"Anytime, little brother."

Angus patted Bucky's hand away, shook the things in his hand, and emphasized again: "I'm going to be a kennel."

Was anyone listening to what he had to say?

Bucky...

Natasha laughed out loud.

"Angus, I really think we're going back." Bucky tried again.

"Doghouse." Angus squatted down and emptied all the contents of the box.

Bucky...why does Steve feel that Angus has always been so good? ? ?Why! ? ?Are you blind?

Natasha's legs were crossed, her arms rested on her knees, and she rested her cheeks on the things scattered on the ground.

A small set of various screwdrivers, wrenches and other hardware tools, a few pieces of wood, cotton wool and cloth.

"Why not just buy a ready-made one?" Natasha kicked the board, not knowing why.

Angus sat cross-legged on the ground: "Steve said to cultivate hands-on ability."

Natasha looked weird, and Bucky wanted to explain something to his friend, but found that he didn't know what to explain.

Moving from the sofa to the floor, imitating Angus to sit cross-legged, Natasha pulled the cotton wool: "I'm not very familiar with doing this."

"It's not a weapon."

Picking up a wooden board and waving it, Natasha threw it away, expressing that she was helpless.

"What, is this a separate subject for you from Steve?"

"Do not."

"Then why take it down and do it here?"

"Don't want Steve to do it."

"Why?" Natasha was curious.

"The juice is mine." Angus moved a board and smashed it on the ground, then took the small tool set next to it, and poked the board.

In the end, he put all the things back on the ground, and gradually became bitter and bitter.

Bucky, who has been hesitating whether he should go back and talk to the people above about the situation here, or stay here and watch Natasha and Angus quietly, frowned and couldn't help interjecting: "This is what you two Why does God ignore Steve so much?"

"I just don't talk," Angus emphasized.

Bucky felt like the fish had eaten all his friend's enthusiasm.

"Because it's your thing, so Steve can't interfere?" Bucky put his hands on his chest, his expression obviously paled.

Angus thought for a moment, then nodded.

Bucky snorted.

"Then he is responsible for your food, clothing, housing, and transportation. Why don't you say it's his stuff, so you can't interfere?" Bucky knew that his tone was a bit aggressive, and if Steve heard it, he would definitely reprimand him.

But he just felt a little worthless.

Maybe it's because of his stinginess, but he still doesn't like Angus's look like a wolf with white eyes.

"Although you saved his life, but..." Bucky, who was still preparing to continue his ideological education, met Natasha's strange gaze for a moment, clicked his tongue, turned and walked towards the door.

"I like her so much, you can stay here, I'm going up." Turning his back, Bucky lifted his feet and walked out, "I don't think you seem to need escort."

Angus turned his head and glanced at him, not quite understanding why he suddenly showed slight hostility towards him.

"Angus, do you really think so?" Natasha asked curiously.

"Yes." Angus replied.

"The juice is yours, where's Steve?"

"mine."

Natasha was overjoyed.

"Then, which one is more important?" Natasha asked with great interest.

"Steve." Angus didn't hesitate.

After pondering for a while, Natasha touched her chin: "Then why does Steve want to intervene in the juice business? You don't want to?"

"The juice is mine." Angus glanced at her, as if he didn't understand why she was still asking this question.

Natasha took out a lollipop from her trouser pocket and put it in her mouth: "You are such a mystery."

"Why didn't Steve follow you?"

"He was talking to someone else."

"who?"

"Strangers and people you've met."

Natalia sucked the candy in her mouth, thinking of the two groups of people she saw in the corridor, her eyes rolled.

"I know where you can learn how to do carpentry, do you want to follow me?" Natasha smiled.

"it is good."

"So straightforward?" Natasha was a little surprised.

"Let's go." Angus got up.

The kennel needs to be done ASAP, Juice has already slept at Steve's feet twice.

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"Where's Angus?" Steve looked at Bucky who was turning his head, and asked in confusion.

As soon as Bucky lifted his foot and entered the door, he regretted that he had left Angus behind. Why is he so angry with a child-like person?

Maybe it's because the child is being supervised in every detail, and some independent thoughts have sprouted. Who hasn't had such a time?

"It's downstairs, I'll go back and pick him up." Bucky pinched his nose, and Bucky recognized, "Speaking of which, Steve, Natalia has moved to the third floor."

"Angus is at her place now, and he wants to make a doghouse with her."

Steve...he didn't know which to worry about first, the kennel or Natalia moving in.

"Natalia?" Nick was the first to ask when he was struggling, "That foreign female spy you're talking about?"

"Yes." Bucky nodded.

"Angus Cullen is familiar with her?" Nick looked at Steve, "Captain, you didn't mention it."

Steve... the feeling of being ripped apart at the scene is really...

Peggy looked at Steve's wandering eyes and said indifferently: "You should believe that we will not hurt your benefactor at will, Steve."

"Of course I believe you, otherwise I wouldn't have contacted you immediately." Steve explained reflexively, "I have no other meaning..."

"I just... it's complicated." Steve groaned.

Howard frowned: "Captain, it's not like you to hesitate. We can help you."

Steve raised his hand and rubbed his brows, Bucky frowned, this... he was ill-considered.

Bucky waved his hand at the apologetic Bucky, indicating that it's okay, and Steve took a deep breath.

"The reason I didn't mention this is because Angus and I had contact with Natalia before when we didn't know her true identity."

"And I don't know why, she... likes Angus." Steve paused.

"Like?" Howard said in a strange tone, "Women and men?"

"...no," Steve denied, "more like... sister to brother? Of course not that close, it's just..."

"Women to men." Bucky answered their question directly past Steve, who was struggling with words and getting weirder as he spoke.

"Obviously not," Steve retorted.

"Then the owner versus the pet?" Bucky rolled his eyes.

"..." Steve fell silent.

He didn't want to admit that it was a bit like it, and that put him in a bad mood.

"Probably women versus men..." Steve compromised.

"I think it's an important piece of information that should at least be taken into account if Karen and her—" Nick's voice was flat.

"Angus has nothing to do with any of this," Steve interrupted.

"But the bar is his," Paige interjected. "He's already in it. If you don't want him to get involved any further, you should have put him under investigation earlier instead of hiding it for him."

"You're making him look like he can't investigate further, Mister Rogers." Nick changed the title.

"Oh, comeon, relax!" Howard eased the somewhat stiff situation, "We have all seen him, he is as pure as my son."

"And he looks good, too, so there's nothing wrong with someone liking it."

"My wife likes him a lot too, and keeps nagging him to play again. I don't think it's a big deal—" Howard spreads his hands.

"So, is there anything Angus can't investigate?" Peggy interrupted Howard, sat up straight, and got straight to the point with Steve.

"If it's so serious that you can't even believe us, maybe you should explain why."

"It's better than blowing up out of nowhere and you're not prepared for it. Also, you should be more responsible for yourself. I've never felt that you shouldn't have an ordinary life, but you should know that you don't Ordinary people."

Peggy spoke slowly and softly, but the meaning in her words was also direct.

Steve fell silent, and Bucky bared his teeth, which... didn't look like a good way to go.

"I won't make any records." Nick put away the recording pen, pen and paper, "If I judge that the facts you concealed are indeed reasonable, I will use my own judgment to choose whether to make any written documents to report."

Steve glanced at him, frowning slightly.

"I must be responsible for the country and mankind. I believe you understand my position." Nick folded his legs, "Or are you sure I will judge that Angus is harmful to the country and mankind?"

"No, he's not." Steve said firmly.

He had already caused Angus to lose a piece of shelter, and he couldn't even protect this piece.

Maybe……

"I can explain why...and I want you to use your judgment carefully. I need to know your actual response and commitment." Steve looked directly at Nick. "I don't want unnecessary conflict at all."

This is the naked threat.

Nick's expression relaxed a little, and he raised his hand to signal Steve to continue, and he could accept the condition.

Howard didn't smooth things over at this time, he just pressed his thumbs together and twirled around, then turned his head and teased Peggy: "It seems that we have to vote for him in this director election."

Peggy looked at Steve: "Captain America is also one of the founders of SHIELD on paper, as long as you are willing to return."

Steve turned to look at her sharply.

Peggy nodded at him: "That's what I mean."

"……thanks."

Steve breathed a sigh of relief, and Peggy was reminding him that even if Nick was worried, he could still intervene forcefully in another capacity.

"OK, it's still the same. Everything I say next has nothing to do with legends or myths." Steve took a deep breath.

He felt sorry, but relieved at the same time.

Angus can no longer return to the sea life, so everything on the shore, I have to ensure that he is fine.

He didn't want Angus to just hide and wander in the gray area of ​​human society, and shrink back when exposed to some sunlight.

Rather than letting Angus often be constrained in life, it is better to put him under supervision. I believe that the personal supervision of Captain America once, this level can stop most people's mouths.

Taking a step back is more prudent to protect.

As for Angus's rapid self-healing power and ability to save people with his own flesh is below Steve's bottom line, these things, even Bucky, he did not reveal the slightest.

It has nothing to do with trust, he just knows that the less people know about Angus, the safer he is.

"He...is a mermaid." Steve sifts through the facts in his heart again, locks up what he can't say, and speaks slowly.

"What!?" This is Howard.

"..." This is Nick.

"Great... vampires and mermaids, the world is so big." This is Peggy.

"Actually..." Steve paused, but decided to throw out the werewolf incident as Angus' surrender post, "There are also werewolves."

The author has something to say: Steve was talking to someone—

Angus ran to find the little brother next door.

Steve continues talking to someone else—

Angus ran to find Natasha.

Steve is still talking to someone else—

Angus was abducted by Natasha.

Summary of Steve's talk: Captain America's supervision can definitely stop most people's mouths.

The conversation is over-

Steve: ...Where is Angus! ! ? ? ?What about fish? ?

Bucky... I'm sorry, I was wrong, I reflect on myself, hit me.

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After writing this, I suddenly realized that what I want to write... is really a long story, because it is long, so I will focus on the details, and try to make every part of the plot more mellow [ummmmm...round...? ?Round? ? ? [What kind of word is this [self-doubt], so the progress will inevitably be so slow... [wiping sweat]

A little spoiler, Wuli Angus will become one of the veterans of the Women's Federation.

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