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

"There's a letter from Rosalie."

"Ok?"

"She's pregnant and wants, thank you."

"Pregnant?" Angus looked up from his book, "It's like having a baby, and the belly will grow."

"Correct."

"They can still have children?" Angus was also a little surprised.

"...So, you have nothing to do with this matter, do you? It's similar to... a genetic relationship." Steve carefully worded his words, and then realized that his words might be out of line for Angus.

"No, it should have nothing to do with my genes." Angus closed his book and said seriously.

"Wow..." Steve breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "It looks like you've learned a lot."

"Well, I'm reproductively isolated from them." Angus carefully copied the contents of the book.

Steve... "...OK."

"However, creatures of the same genus seem to have a chance to produce offspring if they are of the same size. That is, mules born from horses and donkeys are not capable of reproduction... The offspring of lions and tigers will also have a super short life span." Angus told Steve Ke Pu, the voice fell, he asked doubtfully, "Does this mean that if I give birth to small fish with you, it will also give birth to sterile or short-lived small fish?"

Steve... calm down, Steve Rogers.

"Angus..." Steve coughed and pulled his brain in a rational direction, "First, we are all males, we can't have small fish... and even if there are, they don't necessarily have to be fish." .Secondly, what will happen between the man and the siren...no one knows."

"Well—yes, Hank said that I currently don't have the ability to produce germ cells on my own."

Steve...? ?This means...

"...OK."

Racial reason... Steve raised his hand and touched his head, it's not a big problem... Well, it should be.

Steve hissed.

Could it be that there are no sirens...

Steve moved slightly away from the microphone, silently mouthing a shout for God.

"However, he also said that my cells are very remodelable, and even differentiated tissue cells have the potential to return to the original pluripotent stem cells, but the required conditions are very harsh.

The success rate in the external environment is one in ten million, but with my own training environment, the success rate is [-]%.

As for why this happened, it may be due to some kind of hormone stimulation in my body... He doesn't know the specifics. "Angus closed the colorful physical health books.

"...that means?" Steve moved closer to the microphone again, and heard a slightly magical sentence coming out of Angus's mouth.He had a feeling that it might be more difficult for him to keep up with Angus' thinking in the future.

"It means that all my cells can be grown into whole bodies under harsh conditions, but then it will be exactly like me, which I don't like.

In theory, if I want to be different, I can make my own small fish, or half-human half-fish, with the right paternal or maternal cells. Angus said leisurely, shaking his legs, "Steve, do you want half man, half fish?" "

Steve...

"What?" Steve closed his eyes. "Matching paternal or maternal cells—what, what—?"

"Did you take physiology class well?" Angus said a long series of words, and the enthusiasm that had just surged disappeared quickly.

"...I'm pretty sure I've received a systematic education." Steve wiped his face, "Angus, this means...you can simultaneously produce..."

"...youknowwhat, let's not continue discussing this topic."

"Wait a minute—" Steve felt that this topic was out of the question for him, and the scattered thoughts refocused, "Why is Hank studying your cells?"

"I thought they had destroyed your samples."

"Well, I asked Hank to help me make the armor." Angus opened his mouth against the wind, and the wind blowing from the river carried his familiar smell.

"Armor?"... He felt that he needed to go to X Academy again in the near future.

What the hell are they doing?

It’s fine to give Angus a fighting class, but what about studying cells and breeding them? ?What is armor?

"Well, Ruiwen said that I act timidly." Angus explained the reason.

Steve managed to hit the wrong string.

"Angus, you're still a beginner, and it's inevitable that you won't move well." Steve comforted him, "As long as you can improve your agility, then you can escape quickly."

"protect yourself."

Angus gave a long hum and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Of course, if you can't fight, I can throw people into the sea, then you can do whatever you want." Steve saved the routine call between the two of them very well.

"I will become very powerful." Angus retracted his legs and sat sideways on the window sill, blowing the wind.

"Of course, you are very good." Steve laughed, "Remember, you once beat me up hard."

"Do you hurt?"

"...It doesn't hurt as much as it looks." Steve smiled.

"Ruiwen said that human beings are afraid of pain, but only pain can make people know what hurting others is like, and make people gentle." Angus said quietly.

"Yes." Steve said softly, "She's right."

"She really taught you a lot, didn't she?" Steve pursed his lips.

"No wonder, humans have become more and more crazy after they have weapons." Angus said lightly.

Steve paused and stopped.

"The bomb exploded, and the bullet shot into someone's chest. The person holding the weapon will not feel pain." Angus put his chin on his knee and said lightly, "So, they don't care."

"...Hey, Angus." Steve took a deep breath, "You always knew that humans were the worst, didn't you?"

"Ah."

"Then you also know that humans are the best."

"……Maybe."

"Angus, I'm sorry, you and your former clansmen have been hurt by humans. Don't be sad..." Steve really wanted to be by his side, pat him on the head, or hold him in his arms .

"I will not be sad."

Steve sighed, "Well, I'm here anyway."

"That's your way of life." Angus tightened the microphone in his hand, hugged his knees, shrugged his shoulders, and then remembered that Steve might not be able to see, so he added, "I shrugged."

Steve laughed instantly, and after laughing: "OK, I laughed."

"I heard it." Angus said puzzled.

"Yeah." Steve had a smile on his lips, and he always felt that Angus was very decompressing.

"Steve, do you want to kiss me now?" Angus put his hand on his chin, curious.

"...Why, why do you ask that?" Steve moistened his lips and cleared his throat.

"It's just a feeling, I feel that you will think." Angus slid down a little along the window sill, put his hands on his stomach, stuck the microphone under his chin, bent his neck and body at an angle, and looked up at the sky the moon.

The moon is too bright to see the stars.

"Yes..." Although he decided not to evade Angus' straightforward and excessive questions, sometimes he felt that Angus could just stand there and kill him.

"I, I really have this idea." Raising his hand to cover his chin, Steve exhaled and rubbed his face.

"is it?"

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a soft 'mua' sound came from Steve's ear. After a pause for a second or two, Steve covered his face with his hands: "God..."

"Ok?"

"...well, it's okay, just, thank you."

A little unable to hold on anymore, Steve swallowed and quickly pointed the microphone at Juice who was yelping at his feet: "Juice may have heard your voice, he misses you."

"No, he wants water."

"...OK." Steve silently brought the microphone back to his ear, "I'm sorry."

"why?"

"……nothing."

"Rosalie invited you to England." Steve changed the subject.

"England?" Angus tilted his head, "I tilted my head."

"Is this how we are going to continue our conversation?" Steve laughed instantly and was led away by him.

"How does what work?"

"Okay, then, I laughed." Steve closed his eyes, grabbed the phone and leaned back on the back of the sofa.

"Well, I heard it." Angus discerned, "Now, Juice misses me, answer our call."

"...All right." Steve looked at Juice who jumped to his side, and turned the microphone towards him.

Then there was a burst of barking barks that seemed to be some mysterious gibberish, which made Steve dumbfounded.

"Did you guys quarrel?" Steve wondered, looking at Juice who barked and ran to his kennel to shut himself up.

"No, Juice said that recently Natasha has been stuffing things she doesn't like in its mouth."

"... Natasha?"

"Well, you can tell her that you don't like juice."

"OK." Steve moved his fingers, frowned slightly, and then glanced at Juice, "I'll have a good, good, talk with her."

Natasha, who was happily listening to the gossip, threw away the burrito in her hand and pulled out the headset in her ear: "Oh, my little brother is really troublesome."

"God...hope the captain sees it for me to borrow his bike..."

Exhaling, she sat up, felt from the bottom of the sofa, and found something similar to a communicator, on which she made a series of long and short signals with her fingers.

Fu Rui, who works overtime and returns home late, received a message from Natasha as soon as he stood at the door.

"I'm exposed."

"Oh, fu..." Fury pressed back the last two letters and nodded.

"Excuse me."

Natasha received the reply at the same time as she heard the knock on the door.

This is really grim.

"Good evening." Natasha looked at Steve at the door.

Steve stuffed a small object wrapped in a tissue into Natasha's hand: "Are you serious?"

Natasha took the thing full of dog saliva and threw it aside: "You know, I'm the one who has to pay the rent."

"Use me to pay your rent?" Steve looked at her.

"You are worth more than you think, captain." Natasha said seriously.

Steve raised his eyebrows, Captain?

Natasha smiled.

"OK, I get it. Just, get Angus out of all of this." Steve frowned, half-compromisingly.

"I will." Natasha gave him an irregular military salute.

Shaking his head, Steve turned and left, and turned back after a while: "If you really need something, I still have a bar, and I will need people."

"Thank you, Captain." Natasha laughed.

"Don't be." Steve waved his hand, "I just want to be your boss, see if I can make you calm down a bit."

Natasha smiled.

"...I guess not." Steve shook his head.

"And, Juice doesn't like what you put in its mouth, try something else next time," Steve added.

"OK."

Steve had already reached the elevator and hesitated for a moment.

"Don't worry, Captain, I didn't say anything about the relationship between you and Angus." Natasha felt a little funny.

Steve...

"...At least, right now, there is nothing between us." With a wave of his hand, Steve stepped onto the elevator.

"Captain, if you really want to move, try Weston Block." Natasha added.

Steve gestured OK through the elevator bars.

"Nick Fury...Jesus..." Steve whispered, "Really...hope nothing bad happens."

"boom--"

There was a muffled sound in the air, Angus raised his eyebrows and looked at the blue-black mist in front of him.

"...Hi..." A shy voice came from the mouth of the young boy with blue skin.

"Who are you?" Angus grabbed his wagging pointed tail.

"Uh, my name is Kurt Wagner." The little monster whose tail was caught was obviously not used to Angus' initiative, and was extremely embarrassed.

"You are blue." Angus let go of his moving tail and rubbed his hand.

The tail has a subtle feeling of touching the skin, which is very strange.

Still don't touch it.

"I don't think you should stay in such a dangerous place." Kurt whispered, "It's very late now, and if you fall from the window sill, no one will even know."

"I won't fall."

"...I'm sorry, if I disturbed you..." Kurt was at a loss for a moment. In fact, he had just been brought here by Ruiwen, and he hadn't fully adapted to the life here.

He has always looked like a devil, but Angus, who entered the school at the same time as him, is an angel.

It was very late now, and very few people were still awake.He slept on the tree and saw Angus sitting on the windowsill. The angel looked a little lonely.

So impulsively, he appeared here.

"Why are you sorry?" Angus raised his eyebrows, "You are very interesting."

"...Really?" Kurt smiled slightly, revealing his sharp, thick teeth.

"You can move from one place to another at will?" Angus touched his blue arm, and Kurt stiffened.

"Just within sight."

"Hmm... only within sight?" Angus withdrew his hand, the touch was similar to that of a normal person's skin, but the color was different.

Mutant humans are amazing.

"Yes." Kurt scratched his head embarrassedly.

"Will you be tired?" Angus compared his abilities in his heart.

"If the distance is long, or if you bring a lot of people, it will be tiring." Kurt said cautiously.

Angus stretched out his hand to him: "Try to take me."

Kurt let out a cry, not understanding how things developed like this.

"To the river, can you?"

Kurt glanced at the Hudson River, which was already a silver belt... "It may be a little far away."

"Then go under that tree on the lawn." Angus pointed.

"I can try." Kurt smiled.

"But...you think we shouldn't..."

"Come on." Angus was eager to try.

"OK." Kurt tentatively stretched out his hand, Angus grabbed his arm, and Kurt's tail straightened, "...Maybe a little dizzy, but it will be fine, I swear."

"Oh."

"are you ready?"

"Okay, hurry up."

"3-2-1--"

Angus only felt that his body was light, and when he felt that he was going to melt away, he felt the weight of his body again.

Standing under the tree, Kurt rubbed his hands cautiously: "...it's like this."

"It's different." Angus looked at his hand and turned it over.

He raised his hand and grabbed Kurt's wrist; "Are you ready?"

"what?"

"gone."

Hudson River.

"Whoa-"

For a while, everything around was twisted and stretched, as if it surpassed something.

In the next second, Kurt drank a big mouthful of water, and started to thrash wildly in fright, like a drowning bird.

Angus grabbed him by the collar and pulled him out of the water.

Kurt looked around in shock, looking in disbelief at the X Academy, which was no bigger than a palm: "how...howdidyou..."

"How do you..."

Angus rolled his hands: "It's really different, one person and two people feel the same..."

Kurt let out a sigh: "You... are too powerful."

Angus looked at him: "Of course."

"Now, go back."

Bringing the newly acquainted humans from the academy to the Hudson River, Angus was a little entangled in thinking of Steve's repeated warnings to himself.

"Hey, you can't tell anyone that I can do this." Angus turned his face and warned seriously.

"Anyone?" Kurt didn't know why, "We're all different, aren't we?"

"If you say so, I will kill you." Angus said seriously, "I can do it."

Kurt grinned: "Okay, I understand." Obviously he didn't take Angus' threat to heart.

Angus narrowed his eyes, then realized that Charles would find him if he didn't go back, and immediately dragged Kurt back to X Academy.

Squeezing his fingers, Angus ignored the location, and when he returned to the window sill, he screamed, how many people were woken up by Kurt who fell down.

It seems that the more proficient you are, the less fatigue you will feel when using your strength.

Well, how about practicing secretly?

Then it was said that Wagner did it.

Kurt, who returned to the window sill in shock, felt the excitement for the first time.

You know, generally this word is what he brings to others, whether it is visually or emotionally.

"Wow, angel..."

"Huh?" Angus turned his head.

Kurt knew it instantly.

"My name is not Angel," Angus wondered, "My name is Angus."

For his own plan, Angus extended his hand to Kurt.

"...No...Yes, yes, I know your name is Angus." Kurt was a little at a loss, "That's not what I meant..."

Angus shook his hand in front of him, and even smiled wittily: "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Kurt instantly turned blue and red, almost purple.

"Nice to meet you, Angus." Angel.

Kurt said quietly in his heart.

But soon, he knew that Angus was by no means an angel.

He even wanted to give him the title of his devil.

The author has something to say: the blind compilation is half and half of the Baidu information, totipotent stem cells are cells that can develop into a complete body independently, and they are still different from functional stem cells that are normally used for treatment.

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Author: Do you think Angus only flirts with you?

Steve:  …

Author: He just teases you the hardest.

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Angus:? ? ?