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

At five o'clock in the morning, Steve took a shower and returned to the bedroom wearing a white vest. His vigorous but restrained muscles were in good shape.

Compared with the sense of oppression that a stronger body may cause, he gives people more of a sense of peace of mind.

Angus was lying on the bed with a water bottle on his chest, his mouth dangling, and a simple brochure in his hand.Hearing the movement, he glanced at Steve, took a big mouthful of minced fish meat, and chewed the slightly springy fish bones mixed in it to stop his craving.

Steve glanced at the fish, roughly wiped his hair with a dry towel, and sat on the side of the bed: "You seem very interested in school."

"Do you want to go to school?" I had a very active chat with Charles before.

Angus stared at the old castle on the brochure, shook his head up and down, and bounced the water glass on his chest.

Steve reached out and pulled off his nightdress that had slid down to his waist, revealing his white belly and panties underneath.Well, it is indeed a nightdress.

They are crow-blue, made of pure silk, with a row in the front, reaching only to the chest, revealing the neck, collarbone and a small piece of soft white skin.Due to the material, it is loose and slippery.

Wearing it on Angus, except for fit, Steve refused to think about any other words in his mind.

This is the price of letting Angus sleep and wear clothes, although fish actually like this kind of clothes.

He also spent some time trying to prevent him from buying more skirts, although few people thought their combination was weird when they entered the women's clothing section.

It's just that you have been praised that your girlfriend is really cute and amazing.

Steve took the brochure out of his hand and flipped through it.

"It looks... really good." Steve raised his hand and scratched his nose, and let out a slow breath.

Angus turned over and lay on his stomach, and the nightgown that had just been pulled up rubbed against it in an instant.

"what are you worried about?"

Steve tosses the brochure aside: "It's a boarding school."

"Yes." Angus replied.

Putting his hands on the side of the bed, Steve leaned forward and smoothed the hair he was carelessly tossing: "You know what's going on with you, right?"

Angus rolled back and looked up at him: "What's going on?"

Steve stopped his hands, retracted them, and raised his body to keep the distance: "If...you really want to go to school, I can help you to see it. But...this is not only a boarding, but also a long way away."

"Westchester..."

"I haven't even heard of this place." Steve tilted his head, aiming at the promotional poster that was said to be a live-action shoot.

"Steve," Angus said, reaching up to touch his face, "I'm going there."

"Why?" Steve frowned slightly.

Angus, don't tell people what's really going on inside the school.

"Because it's special." Angus tilted his head, "He told me that he could teach me how to protect myself."

"what?"

"He said that I could meet someone as special as me." Angus had no reservations.

"When did he tell you?" He followed the whole process, why didn't he hear this statement.

Angus pointed to his forehead: "I said it here."

"...what??" Steve was taken aback, "He...he is..."

Angus withdrew his hand: "He is different from you."

"Very special."

Steve's eyebrows twitched: "Special? Very? Really?"

Angus nodded.

He really didn't like that person.

"So he secretly talked to you here?" Steve poked his forehead, "That's why you're suddenly interested in school?"

"Angus, do you have a little secret now?"

"Don't you think you should have told me earlier?" To be honest, Steve was actually very happy with Angus's frankness.

Angus frowned.

Accustomed to his reluctance to explain, Steve fumbled the brochure from the bedside table and flipped through it.After carefully looking at the brochure, I stayed for a while on the curriculum and the words specifically aimed at those with special talents.

"Angus, did he tell you the address?" Steve didn't find the specific address in the brochure, was he cautious?

"Yes." Angus reported the address.

"Do you trust him?" Steve tosses the brochure back on the bedside table again, looking down at him.

Angus made a long hum, as if he was thinking about it.

Steve rubbed his nose with his hand.

"I'm afraid of him." Angus said, Steve frowned.

"It has nothing to do with people, he is very tricky." Angus crossed his arms and touched his chin.

"So, you think he's powerful?" Steve felt that he really didn't like Charles.

"No," Angus continued to search for a suitable description, "It's not difficult for me to hurt him. But...he might not let me hurt him."

Steve poked his forehead thoughtfully: "What else can he do besides talk in your head?"

"Everything inside." Angus poked back.

Steve gave Angus a push and rolled the fish into the bed, laying himself on the outside.

Juice has never been near the bed since Juice's hideous, irregularly shaped kennel barely accommodated the dog.

With his hands behind his head, Steve looked at the ceiling in a daze, or was thinking about something.

With a heavy weight on his body, Steve raised his hands to support Angus who was lying on his stomach: "Angus, how many times have I said, don't jump on others at will."

"Especially...in bed."

"Steve, if I leave, will you miss me?" Angus asked curiously.

"Oh, now you still know how to miss this kind of advanced expression?" Steve unconsciously and habitually changed the subject, "Who taught you this, Bucky or Natasha, or Howard?"

"I guess it's Natasha."

"There's no one else."

Angus bit the hose and let out a long hum.

Hearing what Steve said, there are more and more people I know well now... It's amazing that they still participate in their activities.

"I'm going to sleep." Steve coughed, looked away from the dazzling white, raised his hand and turned off the bedside lamp.

The warm yellow light is a bit too ambiguous.

I need to buy a child-mother bed as soon as possible, but I haven't seen any suitable ones today.

The room was dark, and Steve took a while to get used to it before he could clearly see Angus who hadn't moved in the darkness.

"Do you want to sleep?"

"No." Angus rolled to the side. Although he liked being close to Steve, he didn't like the temperature on his body.

Usually when the bed warms up, he'll be able to get away from Steve as much as possible.

For Steve, this habit has been great.

After staring at the ceiling for a while, he closed his eyes: "We can go to the school first, if you like, maybe you can... think about it."

"Oh."

"So you'll miss me?"

Steve opened his eyes abruptly and hissed, "You're a little bastard, aren't you?"

"It's a new word."

"sleep."

"not sleepy."

"Then let me sleep."

"it is good."

Steve closed his eyes.

"so..."

"Yes, yes, yes... I will miss you, okay?"

"Oh."

Steve turned his back on him and wiped his face with his hands.He didn't understand anything after reading it silently. After reading it a few times, he sighed slowly.

"Want a lullaby?" Angus said kindly when he heard the people rolling around.

"The kind that won't make rain or scare people." Steve paused for a moment, then compromised.

A soft voice sounded, Steve rolled up the pillow and closed his eyes again.

Maybe it's good to be apart for a while.

The frown that was slightly frowned in his sleep did not go down in the end, and Angus pressed it down with his hands.

After the lullaby was sung, Angus got up from the bed. He crawled to the window in the living room, sat on the window sill, and looked at the sky with a ray of morning light.

Can vaguely see the sea, vaguely.

Juice yelled, Angus turned around and booed him.Juice Diandian ran over and climbed onto his feet, Angus kicked his feet, rolled his eyes, and let him go.

He doesn't miss Steve, because Sirens don't have that emotion.

Angus threw his empty glass on the sofa, leaning his head against the window.

"Natasha, why do you know liking me the most sounds like it would make me happy?"

"Because we all want the most special treatment from the people we care about."

"Oh."

"Bucky, why do I have to be quiet when Steve and Paige are talking?"

"Because she's special to Steve."

"Special? The most special?"

"Of course they were once in love."

Steve was indeed a liar.

As long as he keeps asking, he will agree with him, whether it is true or not, he will always give him what he wants anyway.

He always seemed to feel that the questions he asked had standard answers, so he couldn't get around it, so he simply filled in the standard answers and ignored the real answers.

Angus pursed his lips, got dressed, put on a hat and a mask, and took out the scales that he slowly accumulated when he was free from the refrigerator.

Put your hands in your pockets and go out.

Juice barked at the slammed door, and Steve was sound asleep.

Including the agents watching Angus.

It was already dusk when Steve woke up, and he was almost a little sleepy.He let out a breath, moved his limp body, and quickly recovered his state.

Getting up and opening the curtains, he looked out the window and frowned.

I went out to find water to drink, and the juice was lying on the doorstep, with my limbs spread out and my tongue sticking out, like a dog pie.

After taking a sip of water, he glanced at the juice, smiled, and turned to the bathroom: "Angus, you forgot to put the bowl for the juice again."

The bathroom was empty, and he froze.

With barking and running juice, Steve found the beach all the way, bowed slightly, put his hands on his knees, and stared at the slightly red sea at this moment.

Wh... what... why? ?

"Wow, woof, woof—" Juice was still calling, but her voice had become hoarse.

Steve stared at the ocean, his mind blank.

Behind him, two cars gradually stopped.

A beige belongs to Howard, and a black business belongs to Nick Fury.

"Rodgers, so you don't know that he can hypnotize others?" Nick said coldly, and the expressions of the two agents behind him were not very good.

"Now," Steve turned his head and looked straight at Nick, his pupils had turned dark blue, and there was something dangerous inside, "don't continue to tell me about your doubts."

"I'm not sure what I'm going to make." Steve grabbed the juice and turned to leave.

Peggy, Howard, and Bucky got out of a car. They were shopping, and when they received the news, they rushed over without caring about anything.

"Hey Steve..." Bucky called out.

Steve brushed past him, "Sorry, Bucky...give me a moment."

Baring his teeth, he hissed, and Peggy and the others looked at each other, seeing the complex emotions in each other's eyes.

"You're the only one with a mouth that can blare, right?" Howard glared at Nick, and slammed the car door hard.

Nick didn't respond.

"Jesus..." Peggy also muttered, and sat back in the car.

Howard drove the car and chased him for a long distance, but he didn't see a person or a dog.

"Let's go back to the apartment and wait." Peggy suggested with a frown.

"I hope he's gone back already." Bucky snorted, "Angus is really in trouble."

"Will he be kidnapped again this time?" Howard worried, "You know, he's a mermaid. The whole world will be crazy about him—"

"Aren't we the only ones who know?" Peggy frowned and thought.

They waited in the apartment until nightfall, but they didn't wait for Steve who was supposed to come back, and of course Angus was nowhere to be seen.

Bucky waved the spare key in his hand: "He looks... very wrong, Angus must be very annoyed that Angus is missing by his side this time."

Peggy glanced at him, still using the expression you said.

"No news." Howard, who put down the phone, shook his head at them, "I don't know where the captain is."

"Angus doesn't know where he is either."

"Great—" Bucky raised his hand, then couldn't put it down, "I think we can eat the cake we bought."

Peggy got up from the sofa and looked around the house for useful clues.

Howard wrinkled his face and put his fingers on the side of his face: "Is it just me, or do you all think that Cap has some clues, but... don't want to share it with us?"

Bucky sat on the edge of the sofa and glanced at him.

"I'm going to put this on Nick Fury's head." Bucky rolled his eyes with his hands on his hips.

Peggy came out of the bedroom, holding a thin promotional paper in her hand: "Howard, I think you may need to introduce us to the...professor who had a long chat with Angus yesterday."

Howard turned his head and said oh.

"Is there anything special about him?"

"After all, we have nothing else to do now." Peggy threw the booklet on the coffee table, and sat on the sofa with her legs crossed.

"Tell me, how do you know him?"

New York, Westchester County, ten o'clock at night.

Charles, who was sorting out his thesis materials, paused, took off his glasses, and looked at Hank next to him: "...It seems that we have guests."

"Huh?" Hank stopped.

"Let's go." Charles took his coat and motioned for Hanks to push him out.

At the stairs on the second floor of the old castle that has been converted into a school, Charles signaled the students who were still watching TV in the living room to go back to their rooms: "Mr. Rogers, you can make a call."

Steve, who was leaning against the wall, closed his eyes, turned around, stood down and looked at the two people who came down from the stairs.

"How do you..." Hank was shocked, he was still very confident in the protection system he made.

Why did the alarm go off at all?

Charles looked at Steve, and slowly frowned: "It seems that Angus doesn't want to keep any secrets from you."

Steve patted the juice protruding from his side bag: "You don't seem surprised by my arrival."

"Hey," Charles held up his hand, "I don't have a weapon."

"Metoo." Steve said flatly.

"I might be able to help you find him." Charles felt a little helpless about Steve's vigilance, although it was true that he was the first...

But Angus' disappearance really had nothing to do with him.

...It should be irrelevant.

"Can you?" Steve looked at Charles.

"Give it a try." Charles signaled Steve to follow, "After all, you don't seem to have anything else to do, do you?"

Steve's tongue twitched in his mouth, his eyelids slightly closed.

Charles paused while turning the wheelchair, and turned to look at Steve.

Steve looked up and met him, as if nothing had happened.

"I'm sorry..." Charles was a little embarrassed, "it's just...you're emotionally strong, I can feel it, it wasn't intentional."

Steve pursed his lips.

"...Come with me." Charles coughed and took the lead.

The author has something to say: Congratulations to Angus for winning the title of [Let's go], this time a certain fish will be cleaned up. 【yeah~

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