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

"Hey - Angus! Calm down!"

Not long after, when Charles realized what Angus wanted to do, he shouted hastily in his head, even out of his mouth.

Then he faced a room full of stunned students.

"This class will end here!" Charles quickly put down the book in his hand, turned his wheelchair and went out.

Angus seldom brews anything in his head, and his emotions are basically sudden, and there is almost no such thing as accumulating a small amount into a large amount.So Charles almost jumped out of the wheelchair when he suddenly heard that Angus was going to tear the plain consciousness of the person in front of him.

Angus' fingers were already on the neck of the young man who dared to use fire on him. His nails protruded slightly, half-embedded in the flesh, but scratched and not cut.

Hearing Charles' stop, he withdrew his hand and shook it, Angus let out a snort.

The boy with the fire took a step back, not understanding why Angus suddenly appeared in front of him.

William was already sweating, and he had never tried to create an illusion that completely blinded people's senses, but Angus suddenly spoke in his mind, and he bit the bullet and agreed.

Angus kicked his own feet, wrinkled his face slightly, and turned to leave.

"Hey, where do you think you're going!" The boy came back to his senses and was about to grab his arm.

"Enough!" Charles rushed over with a serious face, the wheelchair made two ruts on the lawn, "I don't think I taught you to use your abilities to hurt each other."

The boy let go.

Angus passed Charles and went indoors.

"...Besides, Angus, it's his fault for provoking you." Charles rubbed his brows, but... there is really no need to kill the other party directly when he is provoked.

Angus glanced back at him, then at the boy.

"I didn't intend to kill him, just... tear it up a little bit." Angus gestured at his usual fish tearing action.

Charles, who saw the scene in Angus's mind... "Human beings are fragile, and we die easily."

Angus clicked his tongue.

"I hate fire, don't let me see it again, I will think about it." Throwing down a sentence, Angus left.

Charles put his hands on the wheelchair and looked at the boy who was a little bit unconvinced.

He doesn't reject competition among young people, and he can't ask everyone to be moderate.

But... conflicting with Angus is really a different situation.

It was right to withdraw Angus from Steve's siege in time. Angus must be told that not everyone is as strong and resilient as Steve.

Humans are really fragile.

Charles thought that Angus had this consciousness, but now he felt that Angus's consciousness was not deep-rooted enough.

"Angus, what happened to your leg?"

Angus looked down at his legs and kicked them: "Fire."

"Fire? Are you okay?"

Angus gave Ruiwen a strange look. How could something happen if he was so angry?A little bit of soaking water is fine.

Ruiwen quickly received a message from Charles, asking her to pay attention to Angus' mood by the way.

Emotions... Really... Angus has such a thing as emotions...

Taking a deep breath, Ruiwen watched Angus walk towards her room: "Angus, how about I teach you how to fight?"

Angus paused: "Fight?"

"Correct."

"You want to fight with me?" Angus narrowed his eyes slightly.

The hair on the back of Rui Wen's neck stood up, and an instinctive fear made her realize that there must be some misunderstanding.

"Fighting is not fighting."

Angus raised his eyebrows and relaxed.

"Discuss on the premise of not hurting each other..." Ruiwen explained.

"Competition? Can you still fight without hurting each other?"

"Correct."

"That's really new." Angus thought deeply.

As a result, Angus added a special course called "How to Control the Enemy Without Killing the Opponent in a Conflict".

"They still have fighting lessons?" Steve paused while turning over the letter in his hand, with the microphone on his side.

"Well, Raven taught me." Angus lay on the bottom of the bathtub.

"...well, is it difficult?" Steve decided to ask what was going on the next time he went there. He had an intuition that asking Angus would not reveal the real reason.

"Difficult." Angus said seriously.

"Really?" Steve couldn't help laughing, and switched the microphone, "You actually think it's hard to fight?"

"I can't use my nails." Angus' voice was flat, but Steve still caught a trace of grievance from it.

"I also think you'd better not use it. If you use it, it's not learning fighting skills, but killing... oh." After a pause, Steve suddenly understood, "That's why they want you to take fighting courses ..."

"Ok?"

"It's nothing, study hard, Angus." Steve frowned when he saw a letter with a British postmark, and put it aside alone. He continued to sort out the bills, "Come back, we can try."

"You want to fight me?"

"Correct."

Angus came out of the water with a splash, and Steve heard the movement on the other side: "Remember to get dressed."

Angus paused as he walked out wrapped in a bath towel, and then turned back.

"Where do you want to go?" Steve heard the sound of the door opening and closing.

"Look for Raven."

"Why...? It's night now." Steve put down the letter in his hand.

"I don't think... I can't beat it." Angus paused, a little uncomfortable.

Steve took the microphone away silently, laughed silently for a while, and then put the microphone back together.

"Really? You really think so?" Steve cleared his throat.

"You just laughed."

"Do not."

"Laughed."

"OK...I'm sorry. It's just...um...sorry."

"I can kill you, but...beat you," Angus wrinkled his face, "it's hard."

Steve had mixed feelings: "Yes, indeed."

"It's late, Angus, don't bother Raven." Steve dragged back to the topic.

"..."

"Tomorrow is fine too, there's no rush." ​​Steve chuckled.

"Besides, don't you think it's the easiest to learn how to defeat me from me?" Steve leaned back on the sofa and said softly.

Angus tugged at the telephone wire that spanned half of the corridor, stood there for a while, and started to walk back.

If half of the dormitory supervisor in the girls' dormitory is Rui Wen, Hank is probably the boy's dormitory here.

Hearing the sound, Hank got up to check the situation and saw Angus wearing a wet coat the whole time, dragging the phone line towards the women's dormitory, then standing halfway, tugging at the phone line, stopped, and then Go back and start walking.

Turning his hand on the doorknob, Hank didn't know what to say or do, and then he saw Angus squatting down on the spot.

crouch down...

No pants, Nopants.

Hank...God...

"...Angus, what happened?" Hank took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound kind, without any accusation at all.

Angus looked up: "Hank."

"right?"

"This line is not long enough." Angus grabbed the telephone line on the ground.

Steve stopped all movement.

"..." Hank licked his lower lip, opened his mouth for a while, "...OK, I can try to get you a longer thread...?"

"When?"

"..." Hank looked at Angus looking into his straight eyes, "...I, I can go to the laboratory to get some tools and materials now... If, if you, you are in a hurry... "

"Ah."

Hank was stuck, and pointed to his room: "...OK, then, I'll... go back and change clothes first."

Angus nodded and remained motionless, as if he was ready to wait where he was.

Steve raised his hand and rubbed his brow: "Angus, you can't..."

"...Let me have a word with McCoy, Hank."

Angus passed the microphone over, Hank pointed at himself suspiciously, and Angus nodded.

"Okay." Hank took the microphone, "hello?"

"McCoy, Angus...Actually...Actually, you just need to tell him that it's late now, and you can prepare for him tomorrow. There is really no need...to accommodate him."

The point is, if you keep accommodating...

Steve pinched his nose, he felt a little sorry for Hank.

Hank...doesn't it mean that you don't need to take a long phone line...

"It's okay, and it doesn't take much effort." Hank looked at Angus who was squatting on the spot, "It's not too late, so...it's okay."

"Really?" Steve raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, it will be fine soon."

"...Then thank you." Steve hesitated.

"Well, it doesn't matter."

"OK."

Hank returned the microphone to Angus and turned to get the tools.After that, one person and one fish squatted by the stairs, fiddling with the telephone.

Steve, who had to disconnect the line, slowly put down the microphone, hesitating.

It should really be no trouble, that's why he said that...it should be.

Angus is easy to talk most of the time, as long as he explains clearly.Steve put aside his vague worries and went to check the strange letter.

"That way... it should be fine." Hank disconnected several telephone lines and connected them together, and smiled shyly at Angus after connecting them.

Angus rested his chin on his forearm, dragged the telephone wire coiled several times on the ground, and pondered for a while.

"Hank, you understand tools very well." Angus looked at Hank.

Hank touched the back of his head and said embarrassedly: "Well, I... just... like to make things."

Angus was thoughtful, patted his clothes, and stood up: "Thank you."

Hank looked up at him and smiled: "Nothing."

"You are amazing." Angus patted him on the shoulder and left.

Hank looked at Angus who was holding the phone back to the room, smiled, packed his toolbox, and took it back to the bedroom instead of sending it back to the laboratory.

After Steve read the letter from England, he found that he was only surrounded by fruit juice, so he called Bucky.

"Hello?" Bucky's voice came from the opposite side.

"Vampires can still have babies."

"... what? What are you talking about?"

"Rosalie, the female vampire, there's a letter." Steve let out a sigh of relief, "She's pregnant."

"..."

For a few seconds, there was no sound from the other side, and Steve tapped the microphone.

"OK... just in case," Bucky said muffled, "it's not yours, or Angus's, is it?"

"Of course not!" Steve immediately denied.

"Wait a minute..." He paused after retorting reflexively, "I'll take another look."

Bucky...

He lowered his head to check the letter again, and indeed told them that he had a child, and thanked Angus very much, hoping that if he was free, he could go to the address of the letter to play for two days.

...Why do you want to write a special letter to thank Angus?

Steve...

"No, it's impossible." Unconsciously, Steve repeated his denial.

"...Brother, aren't you...?" Bucky's voice was full of strange joy and excitement.

"I didn't!" Steve retorted sternly.

"So, does it have something to do with Angus?" Bucky asked cautiously, "Can't it?"

Steve...

The unusual silence on the other side of the microphone made Bucky gasp: "You actually have something to do with Angus?"

Steve... The terrible thing is that he doesn't know what the relationship is, and it probably has a relationship.

"Don't think about it, Bucky. It has nothing to do with us." After disconnecting, Steve raised his hand and touched his chin.

What type of item is siren meat...

Steve exhaled, leaning back on the couch.

He guessed that Angus himself might not understand either.It's just that he hesitated whether to maintain this unclear situation or to explore it clearly.

Maybe you can ask X Academy for help, they should be more reliable than S.H.I.E.L.D.But...he didn't really want Angus to get too involved with the mutant group.