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

In the park, the man was carrying the boy around the lake, and the boy was holding the short-legged, silly Corgi who was sticking his tongue.

Because he helped clean up the bar that was finally unblocked, Bucky, who once again stayed at Steve's house, sat on a bench beside him, yawning sleepily, calculating how long it would take to get back to sleep.

Even if he was so sleepy that he could close his eyes and fall asleep immediately, when the combination of two people and a dog passed by him, he followed his inner guidance and gave them a thumbs up: "Your morning exercise is really great. "

He heartfelt praise.

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity to participate in this exciting event. It's really great." Bucky still felt that it was not enough, and applauded earnestly.

Steve...

Putting Angus down, he glanced at Bucky.

"Stay here, don't run around, I'll run for a while." Steve urged.

Angus nodded.

When Steve ran away, Bucky put his hands on the back of the bench and collapsed lazily: "Oh, God——Angus, you are a miracle."

Angus pushed Juice's stomach with his feet, watched him hug his feet and spit his tongue: "I know."

Miracle, mystery, unbelievable, he had heard many words like it.

Bucky sniffled, "So...how are you feeling?"

Angus looked up and looked at the opposite side, then looked at his right side: "It's okay."

Bucky pinched his nose, feeling the eyes that gathered from time to time, staring at Steve who had already run to the opposite side: "Look, I... feel sorry for my attitude towards you before."

"I have no right to judge you."

Angus hummed, and Bucky suspected that he was agreeing with his last sentence.

"So, arewegood?" Bucky held out his hand to him.

Angus patted him: "I don't care what you think."

"It's so sad." Bucky laughed, pulling back his hand.

"So, a question," Bucky paused, and finally couldn't help gossiping, "Why do you and Steve sleep in the same bed?"

"He doesn't sleep in the bathtub." Angus frowned.

"...Of course he doesn't sleep. I mean, why do you guys sleep in the same room?" Bucky paused, this question kept him up all night, and if he held back, he was about to explode.

"Because he doesn't sleep in the bathtub." Angus rolled his eyes.

Bucky... he'd better ask Steve.

He knew that Angus was good-looking, but it was an ethical issue to take action against the person he was protecting, right?Definitely an ethical issue.

And Angus doesn't look... not like an adult, so he really doesn't feel guilty?

"Oh." After running, Steve's face didn't change a bit when faced with Bucky's question quietly asked, "You reminded me."

"I need a new bed."

Obviously he was really thinking about it.

"..." Bucky...

These two people are not in the same world with him now, are they?right!

"Steve Rogers!" Bucky got angry and grabbed Steve, a little behind Angus, "If you've lost your mind, I'll give you some!"

"Use your fist."

Steve snorted, looked at him suspiciously, and suddenly said, "Oh, it's not what you think, Bucky! How can you think of me like that?"

"Angus doesn't understand anything yet—"

He looked in disbelief, looking at Bucky like he was looking at some wretched uncle.

"...What the hell is that, tell me!" Bucky shouted in a low voice.

Steve glanced at Angus who was walking away: "He just thought he was unhappy sleeping in the bathtub alone, but he just wanted to act like a baby."

"After all, neither I nor Juice can sleep with him in the water."

While talking, he stared at Angus, Steve couldn't hide a smile on his face, with a hint of doting.

Bucky...? ? ?

"He just needs company." Steve patted him on the shoulder. "There were a lot of things before, and I ignored him."

"I will pay attention in the future, and nothing will happen again."

After speaking, he caught up with Angus.

Bucky's face became tangled: "wh... what??"

Why didn't he feel relieved at all?It even felt very wrong.

But buying the bed was a big deal, Steve figured.

To be honest, sleeping on the same bed with Angus is quite a challenge, after all, the juice is only that big, and it's okay if I accidentally kick it.

But... Angus is on another level.

If I feel that I am very hot, I will shoot myself away, far away, directly under the bed.

But the bed is only that big, and the temperature difference between them is there, so how could they not feel hot.

Steve sighed inwardly.

He's stubborn, has his own ideas, and is still talking about Angus, so he has nothing to do with him.

hello, angus?I'm Charles Xavier.

Angus ignored the rumor that Steve was secretly telling others that he just likes acting like a baby, and suddenly heard the voice in his head, and stopped in his tracks.

"What's the matter?" Steve was about to ask him what kind of bunk bed he likes, wooden or iron.

I'm sorry to contact you in this way, but there are many people around you, and it's not easy for me to get close.But I came here with sincerity, do you want to talk to me?

Angus looked up at Steve and shook his head: "It's okay."

Steve didn't notice the abnormality, and thought he should buy it by himself, since Angus didn't seem to care.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Angus was curious.

Do you want to fully understand your abilities and harness them well?Maybe you can also meet some people who are just as special as you.

Angus let out a long snort, thoughtful.

"You can do this?"

I can't say that I will help you much, but I can guide you to understand your abilities and learn how to use them correctly and effectively in this place.

"Why do I need these?"

Angus, if you want to continue to live here for a long time, with the people next to you, you need to learn to integrate into this society.Our world is very different from yours.

I can guide you.

Angus glanced at Steve again.

"What? Angus, you look a little distracted." Steve raised his eyebrows.

Angus shook his head and continued walking.

Juice yelled at Angus a few times, and Angus shushed him.

Steve... dogs don't understand.

"Steve will teach me."

No, he is not teaching you.He's just been protecting you, and he'll always be.However, what I want to guide you is how to protect yourself and...protect the people around you.

Angus stopped in his tracks, his face downcast.

Steve looked at Angus, who was clearly out of order, and shook his hands in front of him: "Angus, what happened?"

"So you think I can't do this by myself? Huh?"

On your turf, I'm sure you can.But what you want is not in the world you know, is it?

Angus suddenly raised his hand and patted Steve's cheek, squeezed his face hard, and pulled.

Steve grabbed his wrist: "What's wrong?"

"Okay, let's talk. Face to face, stranger."

Your pub reopens tonight and I'll be at your bar in the evening to congratulate you and you'll know me then.

"Um."

"Steve, you have no idea how difficult it is to take care of you." Angus retracted his hand and said quietly.

Steve...

"Pfft—" Bucky, who was drinking water, spewed out all the water.

"...OK, I'm just hard to take care of, so I'll go to bed later." Steve patted his head and said in a bad mood.

"Oh." Angus responded indifferently.

Steve laughed.

In the coffee shop of the prosperous commercial street some distance away from them, Charles lowered his fingers from his temples, smiled and looked at Howard who was coming, and stretched out his hand: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Stark."

"I'm Charles Xavier. This is my assistant, Hank McCoy."

"Oh, I asked her to contact a reliable expert. I didn't know she could contact you." Howard was a little surprised.

Although he can also get in touch with professional people, but after all, it is not as good as the CIA who is responsible for chasing mutants. It is better for many 'experts' to know the basics.

Charles laughed: "It's serious, I'm not a special person."

"Don't be modest, I have read many of your papers, and I appreciate your thoughts." Howard laughed. "Although our research is not in the same direction, I find your work very interesting."

"I'm sorry, I arranged this meeting here, but the person I want to introduce to you later lives nearby."

"It's okay, I happen to have something to do nearby." Charles waved his hand to indicate that it's okay.

"You look...very young." Howard didn't mean to distrust him.

After all, he went to Harvard at the age of 16, and later received many Ph.D. degrees from Oxford University and Columbia University. His academic qualifications in genetics, genetics, and biophysiology made him very credible.

"...Have we met before?" Howard looked at Charles with a little doubt.

"Well, as far as I'm concerned, I've seen you on the cover of magazines countless times, Mr. Stark." Charles blinked, further blurring the memory of the weapons exhibition three years ago in his head.

"Oh, yes, maybe it's just because I've seen it too much." Howard shook his hand, gradually forgetting the sense of familiarity.

"So, the person I want you to meet this time is a very important person..." Howard gradually turned to the topic, and his expression became serious.

But out of respect for Daniel and his trust in the CIA intermediary, although Howard emphasized that this contact needs to be kept secret, he didn't worry much about Charles' credibility.

So on the day the bar reopened, at Charles' suggestion, Howard took them to the bar.

"Professor, why are you so cautious?" Hank, who was driving behind Stark's car, asked suspiciously, "We can go directly to the door, after all, he will know later, right?"

"What we are going to contact now is a legend. The person we want to take away is someone who is under the close surveillance of S.H.I.E.L.D., Hank. There is nothing wrong with being cautious." Charles explained.

"Do we really need to fight for him like this?" Hank was a little puzzled, "He... seems to be taken care of very well."

"Hank, being taken care of is not a long-term solution. His energy is so strong that those people don't know. He needs to learn how to deal with his own abilities, and he needs to learn more about the world, instead of being carefully protected all the time." Charles said seriously.

Hank looks at Charles through the rearview mirror, and Charles looks back at him: "What?"

It's really not to see Mora... Hank complained.

"You know I'll know what you're thinking, don't you?" Charles shot him a look.

Hank followed Stark to turn: "Yes, I know."

Charles cleared his throat and shook his head, Hank scratched his hair with empty hands, a little embarrassed.

Howard met Peggy and her husband at the door, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Oh, hi, you're here too."

"Hmm." Peggy glanced at Charles and Hank who were following behind him, "This is?"

"Well, I want to introduce ca...an expert to Steve." Howard almost spit out the habitual address. Although Steve promised to return, it is still something that a small number of people know.

Charles glanced around and let out a slight wow.

Although the bar is not open yet, but...

Hank counted in his heart how many of the people present were the military chiefs from the information he knew, and there were a few people at the rank of lieutenants who looked a little pitiful.

"I thought... that few people knew about Steve's presence here." Howard soon realized that something was wrong, and moved to Peggy's side.

Why did he feel that all the faces that appeared here were faces that he often saw in the newspapers?

"...Eon, have you seen anyone below you and me?" Peggy glanced at him.

Howard...it does.

Many of the people present joined the army under the influence of Steve's external image. Now that they knew about it, they would naturally not let go of this opportunity to face their idols.

The man next to Peggy seemed a little nervous and kept taking deep breaths.

"Rex—Hawk," Howard reminded him wordlessly, "you are a man who married the woman the captain likes."

"...Howard." The already nervous man became even more nervous, with a loud accusation in his voice.

Howard shook his head and looked at Peggy: "I thought he had already seen it."

"What? What have you seen? When??" Hawke looked confused.

"Yes." Peggy patted his chest, "The door is open, go in."

Bucky, who was helping, looked at the people who lined up as soon as the door opened, and said oh, when did this store become so famous...

Is it because it was blocked for a while before, is it curious?

But why doesn't it look like a young man? ...why are there so few women?

"Uh, OK, that's... let's get in—" Bucky opened the tape blocking the door, "Welcome to the Carton Club."

"Did you capture it?" In the corner of the street, two young children gathered together holding a camera.

"It's photographed, it's photographed!"

"Oh, God, did we discover some new military|military gathering place?" Another young man hammered the person holding the camera with an excited expression.

"Hey, this...is this Stark?" The young man pointed to a corner of the photo, wondering.

"**——" The young man hit his companion again in excitement, "We must sell this photo for a good price!"

"Hey, your hands are strong, okay?" The person who had been hammered all the time was dissatisfied.

The agent who was approaching the two young people to deal with the photo issue suddenly stopped, and then quietly returned to his supervisory position as if he had forgotten what he was going to do.

Charles put his finger down, and Hank whispered to him, "What did you do?"

"...just to make sure that our new students will have enough tuition." Charles smiled mysteriously.

Hank stared at him strangely, he still charged tuition? ?

"We need to win the trust of Rogers and the organization behind him, don't we? Private school tuition is very expensive" Charles grinned.

Angus was sitting at the bar, biting his water bottle and watching the people coming in one after another, and soon his eyes were locked on the curly brown-haired, blue-eyed man who was pushed in a wheelchair.

Jumping off the chair, Angus went over there.

Because there were a lot of people coming up to shake hands and exchange business cards with him out of nowhere, even with the help of Jarvis who hired enough people, Steve, who only needed to watch the scene, became inexplicably busy at this time, even a little overwhelmed.

"Hey, Angus—" Turning his face, he saw Angus go to the disabled person, and he suddenly had a headache.

"Uh, sorry, I have something to do."

"It's okay, it's okay, can you have a drink with me when you come back?" The man who was almost middle-aged and even a little bald had a silly smile on his face, and there was even a hint of expectation in it.

"...OK..." Steve...

The picture he imagined of Angus holding someone's wheelchair in circles did not appear, and he was relieved; "Angus, what are you doing?"

"This must be Mr. Rogers." Charles held out his hand to Steve.

"I'm Charles Xavier, and I'm the principal of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters."

"...Oh, nice to meet you." Steve was taken aback and reached out his hand.

Is it so popular to go to bars now and introduce yourself to the bar staff?Steve, who had just been introduced to a bunch of names and didn't know that his vest had been stripped off, finally couldn't control his doubts.

Also... Although it's perfectly fine for a teacher to have his own private life, but directly... isn't it good to say that?

The author has something to say: Charles [smiling]: I just want to turn a corner, and you can't refuse.

Steve:  …

Angus: It's too much trouble to support someone.

Steve:  …

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