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

"Good night, try to sleep soundly, Steve." Peggy wrapped her coat and said something meaningful to the people standing in the room.

"Good night." Steve leaned on the door, pulling the corner of his mouth.

"Think again, Steve." Peggy suggested seriously after everyone left, "You don't want yourself to hurt him, but you should give yourself a chance."

"...OK." Steve responded.

After closing the door and leaving him alone with a silly dog, Steve was silent for a while.

"Wow, woof—" Juice yelled towards the bathroom a few times, then turned to look at Steve, her tail wagging at high frequency.

As if asking where Angus went.

"He'll eat your skin and bones too, won't he?" Steve joked as he watched being bullied by Angus all the time, but he would still stick to his juice.

"But that little villain doesn't seem to care about you." Steve squatted down and rubbed the juice, "He left you behind."

"He's really mad, isn't he?" Steve said to himself.

"Although that's our goal." Steve rubbed the juice with a dazed face.

"Wow, woof—" Juice yelled a few times, not knowing whether to echo or refute.

"Come on, let me see what else there is for you to eat." He walked into the kitchen.

"Bang bang bang—"

Someone knocked on the door, Steve put down the bowl of juice, walked to the door, and glanced at the cat's eyes.

He opened the door suspiciously: "Hi... Ms. Romanova?"

Natasha put her hands behind her back: "Is Angus not at home today?"

"No, he's been gone for several days."

"So today's party, I wasn't invited, and neither was he?" Natasha said as if inadvertently.

"Well, Roman..."

"Call me Natasha." Natasha was helpless at Steve's rejection, "I thought our relationship would be better."

"I'm on your side now."

Steve frowned.

Natasha didn't plan to say more.

"Well, I should have kept Angus a secret, but I don't think the secret is still within the statute of limitations." Natasha took out a big round box from behind.

"Blue." Natasha patted the pink-blue box with a princess fantasy style, "I washed it, packed it, and tied a bow."

"Gift."

Steve didn't answer.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I didn't give it to you." Natasha smiled, "This is something that my little brother suddenly appeared at my door one day wet and asked me to keep it for a few days."

"... just return it to its original owner, I think."

"OK..." Steve took the box suspiciously, "Thank you."

"It's ok."

After saying goodbye, he closed the door and turned around.

Natasha looked at the door, thought for a while, and decided not to report this part.

"Gift..." Steve murmured, patted the juice that jumped onto the sofa and squeezed next to him, "He also prepared a gift for me."

Cutting the blue bow, Steve took the box off and saw what was inside.

Sitting where he was, he stared blankly at his old buddy.

A round shield that hasn't faded much in color.

He raised his hand to hold the handle inside the shield, and patted the shield surface, there was a muffled sound unique to it that could absorb the impact.

"...Can you really accept it?"

"This is something that my little brother suddenly appeared wet at my door one day and asked me to keep it for a few days..."

"...I'm mad at you now. I don't want to put up with you. I don't understand you."

"Are you sad?"

"Then there's no need to hug..."

In that instant, everything collapsed.

Steve grabbed Juice, who was trying to sneak a mouthful of his shield, and rushed out, barely remembering to turn around and take the bowl of juice with him when he rushed through the door.

The elevator was almost on the third floor, so he simply turned down the stairs.

When Natasha stepped half a foot into the house, she heard shouts.

"Wait a moment!"

Turning her face away, she looked at Steve: "Uh... is there any problem?"

"...Can you take care of Juice?" Steve asked awkwardly.

Natasha looked at Corgi whose eyes were full of circles, who was in a completely stiff state, and who didn't dare to scream: "...I guess I can—"

"OK, thank you." Steve immediately stuffed the dog and the food bowl into her arms.

Natasha raised her eyebrows as she looked at his burning back.

Steve, who jumped down, turned back again: "Just to ask, do you... have a car?"

Natasha threw him a bunch of keys; "Motor, the mileage is okay."

"Thank you very much, Natasha." Steve said sincerely.

"Next party, I need an invite, Steve!"

"OK!"

Steve, who was holding the key, responded casually, and quickly disappeared downstairs.

Natasha curled her lips into a smile.

Well, it is a necessary measure to get close to the target.

It was nearly two hours after roaring all the way to Westchester, and the night was already deep.

Steve stopped the car, looked at the school sign that said "Private Property, Do Not Approach", and the consequence of his fever was that the situation he was facing now was really embarrassing.

He didn't come with Angus before, and Angus didn't talk to himself when he left.

Therefore, he knew nothing about Angus' situation in school.

...he didn't know anything about it.

Looking at the huge castle with only dots of lights in the dark night, Steve felt a little sad.

Charles, who was about to go to bed, just put on his pajamas and lay down on the bed, then paused, speechless.

"He really doesn't know anything about mutants, doesn't he..." He bared his teeth, his thoughts wandered to Angus's room, he made a notification, and fell asleep in peace after receiving the answer.

There are other people in Angus' room, no problem.

It's also not good to always let Hank know that his upgraded defenses will still be hacked silently.

It's not that he's not good enough, it's just that some people are really too familiar with these things.After all, Hank didn't come out of the flames of war, and what humans can do to hurt each other is often shocking.

For the sake of someone's glittering achievements, bear with it.

"The end of the hair is tucked in here..."

Angus hummed and turned to look out the window.

"Don't move, Angus!" The piano player shook, and the hair slipped out of his hand.

"OK, girls, it's time for you to go to bed." The person who was watching them put down the cup in his hand and approached, took the half-braided braid from the piano, and twisted his fingers a few times Just pack it up.

Angus looked up at the person in front of him: "Ruiwen, someone is going to break into my room."

"what?"

"Ah, it's that person that day." Qin looked out the window.

"Qin, you really need to go to bed." The blue-skinned, golden-eyed, red-haired woman frowned slightly, knelt down and adjusted her pajamas, "Let's go—"

"Will Angus be all right?" Jyn asked.

"She'll be fine." Raven rubbed her head, "I'll take care of her."

With a hum, Qin climbed off the bed with her little unicorn in her arms, and obediently went back to her room.

"You know that person?" Raven looked at Angus.

Angus nodded.

Ruiwen's eyebrows moved: "One question, he's not your type, is he?"

"No." Angus crossed his legs, put his hands on his knees, leaned slightly, and the silk pajamas slid down a little, revealing the faint roundness inside.

"He's human, just a little bit different."

"Is it our type?"

"No, the other one is different."

Angus got off the bed, leaned against the window, opened his mouth, and let out a clear whistle.

"If I didn't know that your cultural class is as bad as mine," Raven patted her on the head, "I would have thought you were talking about words in love."

"Just to make sure...you are not two lovebirds, right?" Raven couldn't help but make sure.

"We are not birds." Angus was puzzled, "I am a siren, and he is a human being."

"OK." Rui Wen coughed and waited for someone to come to the door.

While looking around for Angus' room, wondering if he looked like a pervert now, Steve breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the familiar voice, then couldn't help laughing, and quickly walked towards the source of the sound.

"Ruiwen, I don't want to talk to him. But I want to see him, and I want to know what he will say to me." Angus said seriously.

Ruiwen...isn't it really a word from love?

"Angus, what do you want me to do?"

Angus played with his hair, and it ran up his calves, revealing his exquisite and undulating body covered in crow-blue pajamas.

Her soft eyebrows and eyes are curved, with a natural touch of youthfulness and temptation.

"Become me."

"Well, I guess so." Riven said with interest.

"But, it's a man."

"what?"

Steve looked up at the only open window on the northwest side. Indeed, a dark room would be the best.

With his hands on his waist, Steve stared at the window, hesitating.

Is he going to climb or not...

Why is he acting like a kid who is going to sneak into the room of the girl he likes while the parents are away?This move is so childish.

Maybe it would be better to come back for an official visit during the day, after all...he is the guardian himself, there is no reason to make himself look like a thief.

...Self-defense? ? oh, God... he fell a little fast.

After some hesitation, he wanted to leave.

In the open window, Angus leaned out halfway, looking down at him.

Steve...

"wait a second--"

After gesturing, he ran up and began to climb up the wall.

When he came back to his senses, Steve had already crouched on the windowsill.He leaned on the window lattice and coughed, "Hi, Angus...good evening."

"...Good evening." 'Angus' had left the window sill, was holding his arms, sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed, looking at him.

"…May I come in?"

"Oh, are you going to climb down the same path and knock on the door to come in?"

"... Angus..." There was a hint of begging for mercy in it, and Steve jumped into the room lightly.

'Angus' sat there without moving, with a sense of scrutiny in it.

Steve couldn't help but look at his room first. It was a single room, not too big, but it had its own small bathroom.

There is a place to put shoes under the bed, and the wardrobe on the other side of the bed is stacked and covered with dustproof suitcases.

Under the window is a small table with a few books on it, relatively basic textbooks.There are still pens and paper aside, and Steve is relieved to see that there are not many traces of scratches on the paper.

It seems that I still learned to take classes, and I didn't have all kinds of...well, other scenes I imagined.

He just didn't know why this made him feel slightly disappointed.

With the windows open, you can see the Hudson River in the distance.

Because it is protected from light, there are mostly vines and creepers outside the wall, which gives a very peaceful feeling.

It should have been staying for a few days, and there was a cool, slightly damp smell unique to Angus in the house. Steve rubbed his sensitive nose.

Confirming that everything is much better than he imagined, Steve looked at 'Angus' who was sitting on the side: "...they really take good care of you."

"Riwen and Jean helped me a lot, as well as many other teachers and classmates." 'Angus' half-smile.

Steve frowned slightly; "...can you still adapt?"

"What do you think?"

"You look... nice." Steve paused.

Steve looked at 'Angus': "...have you made friends?"

"There are quite a lot." 'Angus' laughed, "There are many cute boys here...of course, there are also many cute girls."

"They look better than you do."

"..." Steve moved closer to him, "Hey Angus, I just wanted to let you know... I really liked your gift."

"Thank you."

'Angus' shifted his gaze; "Really?"

"Also..." Steve squatted in front of him, "I'm sorry."

"I didn't get to be with you, I guess I owe you a hug."

'Angus' snorted, he didn't know what he was sighing, and then he showed a bright smile and spread his arms: "Of course, Shi, Tee, Fu——"

Steve raised his arms to hug him, and his gaze behind 'Angus' instantly sank.

In the next moment, he pinched the wrist of 'Angus', turned him over and pressed him hard against the head of the bed, made a heavy bang, and said in a low voice, "You are not Angus, who are you? Where is Angus? "

"What did you do to him—"

By the end of the voice, there was already a deeply restrained anger.

The author has something to say: Author: Under what circumstances will Wuli Ange be unable to resist?

Steve: ...just bethere.

author:……

Juice [kick over the bowl]: Woah!

Author: ... Wang ...?

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