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

Natasha winked at Steve, and Steve glanced at the bathroom with the door closed. Before going in, he went to the kitchen to grab a few candies.

The door was unlocked, and Steve poked his head to see the upturned blue tail.Looking at it this way, Angus still has a beautiful tail.

"Angus? Can I come in?"

"Ah."

Approaching, Steve looked at Angus lying in a daze, blowing bubbles: "Is it because you are bored that you came to see me today?"

"Hmm." Angus found that it was really easy to learn to lie like a human being.

"I'm sorry, I said that to you today." Steve sat down on the steps by the bathtub, slightly apologetic.

"Oh." Angus continued to blow bubbles.

Steve was at a loss for words.

"After that, I had to deal with some things, so I didn't follow them out immediately." Steve took a deep breath and continued.

Although there is no feeling of being in love in other aspects, this posture of honestly apologizing after a quarrel is very impressive...

"I'm sorry, are you still angry?" Steve smiled a little, then took out the candy from his pocket and shook it.

Angus' eyes finally shifted to him.

Steve whispered: "Angus..."

Blue eyes, more beautiful than the sea, always seem to have something soft and shiny inside.It doesn't seem the same, but it's another person.

That person saw himself as not hostile and very gentle, but there still seemed to be something missing.

Different.

Angus beckoned at him, and Steve raised an eyebrow, leaned over, and was dragged into the water.

Getting used to this kind of operation, Steve put his hands on the bottom of the bathtub, looked at Angus with his hands hanging around his neck, and asked with an inquiring expression, "What?"

"Kiss me." Something was added.

Angus touched his eyes, and Steve raised his hand and grabbed his wrist: "What happened all of a sudden?"

It seems... like being coquettish?

"Steve, kiss me." Angus spit out a big bubble.

Steve glanced at the door, then quickly leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.

"Is this all right?"

"Mouth." Angus pulled his neck.

Steve paused, his Adam's apple rolling.

Angus leaned closer to his face and gave a long hum, it was different.

"It's not good..." Steve said with difficulty, "They're still outside...we still have something to do..."

Angus let go of his hand, oh, rolled in the water, took a shower, grabbed the towel and walked out.

... walked out.

Steve sat in the bathtub, stunned for a few seconds, then raised his hand and touched his chin: "...OK."

"Not necessary...good."

Angus appeared in the living room wrapped in a towel, and Steve also came out wet. Natasha and Bucky picked their nails and made juice.

Steve glanced at them, and said to Angus, "We found your family member, she has not been sober, maybe you can help us?"

Angus frowned. He hadn't been thinking about it yet, so he didn't notice it.

Is the frequency with which he encounters his kindred today too high?

After confirming the location in a while, Angus walked towards the garage.

The three followed, Bucky was humming a little tune, and Natasha said, "Are you all doing well?"

"...you're at the door—know what's going on." Steve turned to look at them.

"Cough." Bucky coughed.

Angus squatted there, and lifted the plastic sheet. Steve couldn't stop him, so he could only look away slightly.

Bucky ooohs, Steve raises his hand and twists him at an angle, Bucky smacks his lips.

Natasha was not polite, she looked at the heroic and charming face: "Are all of you sirens so good looking?"

"Ugly sirens die quickly." Angus said lightly.

"...What?" Natasha's mouth twitched.

"Ugly, you want to die." Angus glanced at her, "Sirens have high self-esteem."

"..." Steve... It was also the first time he knew such a thing.

"So gradually, only the good-looking ones are alive." Angus shrugged.

"Your social rules are really cruel..." Bucky sighed.

"You are not ugly, you will survive." Angus comforted him.

Bucky... "Thank you so much."

"She's not awake, but alive." Angus opened his mouth, made a pleasant voice, and then wrinkled his face.

"Does that mean she's unconscious?" Steve wondered.

"He's not here." Angus said with some hesitation, "I don't know why, but...he's not here."

"What's not here?" Steve couldn't keep up.

"This," Angus patted the motionless siren, "is just a pile of meat."

"I'm the only one who thinks it sounds unscientific, or you all." Bucky hummed, and asked the other two people with his hands in his pockets.

"Angus, do your sirens have something similar to the spiritual power you read in the comics?" Steve gestured.

"No." Angus shook his head.

"...so, why isn't he here?" Steve said with a headache.

"He didn't respond to me, but he is alive." Angus patted the siren's forehead, which has a unique organ that they can communicate with, "so it can only be said that he is not here."

"Just unconscious, right?" Bucky was speechless.

"Will she regain consciousness later?" Steve pressed, and then couldn't help but ask, "Why do you keep talking about him?"

"It's just a pile of meat, how can you be conscious?" Angus wrinkled his face.

"As for him, because he is male." Angus gave them a strange look, "Didn't you use different words for gender?"

Bucky suddenly turned his head to look at the siren, and gestured with his hand on his chest; "But..."

"He's a male," Angus emphasized.

"..." Steve thought about Angus' gender identification, "OK."

Bucky...why is it OK? ? ? ?

Natasha has remained silent.

"Angus, what you said is that the siren meat is poisonous if it is not taken from the involuntary living, but what if it was taken from her...him?" Steve hesitated.

"He's all poisonous." Angus looked at the siren with a dull expression, "He's hating."

"I'm not surprised by that." Steve sighed.

"Angus, can you tell what is the lethal dose?" Steve hesitated, "It's roughly...eating...how much meat will cause death."

"It doesn't matter much," Angus grinned suddenly, "it's just a matter of time."

"Even if it's just a small part..." Steve clenched his hands slightly.

"Yes." Angus tilted his head.

The other two fell silent, and Steve took a deep breath: "So, when?"

"When the master died." Angus smiled.

"...What if the master never dies?" Steve thought of the strong vitality and abnormally long lifespan of the siren, and suddenly felt... this poisonous thing is not up to standard.

"Then it won't die."

"..." Steve didn't know whether to think this characteristic was good or bad.

It's ups and downs.

"Sirens have high self-esteem." Angus raised his foot and kicked the pile of meat. "I don't think anyone can stop Sirens from going to death. He didn't die. I can only say that he still wants to accomplish something."

Steve felt a sudden chill in his heart, and a terrible guess suddenly took shape.

"Angus, sirens... are they born to hate humans?"

Angus looked at him for a long time, then flexed his muscles and smiled: "Sirens have never been good at getting along with their own race, they are all competitors in the survival competition.

The ethnic group is already the maximum number of groups that can live in peace, and generally no more than five.There has never been more than two groups cooperating, not even when dying. "

Steve didn't know what he was saying all of a sudden.

"In the long history of our existence, the only time the Sirens sought cooperation was to destroy humans." Angus blinked, "But the possibility is too low, so I gave up."

Steve...that's great news.

"So, if there is a chance to destroy...maybe the destruction is a bit heavier, that is, to hit human beings on a large scale..." Bucky hesitated.

"I will do it." Angus was decisive, and then murmured, "If there is enough motivation..."

Natasha patted her face: "Great! So, now, are we saving the sirens from humans, or are we saving humans from sirens?"

Angus looked at her suspiciously.

"I guess, we just have to work hard to find out what's behind all this." Steve took a slight breath, glanced at Angus, and exhaled slowly.

"So, is there anything else?" Angus tousled his hair and looked back at the siren.

"Temporarily...not anymore." Steve glanced at Angus, only to find that he just let out an oh and left.

"Captain, don't you think Angus is sometimes too indifferent?" Natasha didn't lower her voice.

Steve turned to look at her sharply, warning in his eyes.

"This is his kin. Even if it is the sirens who want to revenge on humans, the one who is being persecuted is the human society he lives in now. Pity and fear are fine, but he doesn't even have any emotions." Natasha Still didn't lower his voice.

"Enough," Steve stopped her, "you don't know anything. So, no judgment."

Natasha turned her head and glanced at the unwavering Angus: "Captain, you are so excited, but he doesn't seem to care about my evaluation."

Steve turned his head and glanced at Angus, frowning slightly.

"Is his behavior normal to you?" Natasha's eyes were sharp.

...is not normal.

"There won't be any results today. Tomorrow we need to use all available resources. Go back first." Steve said calmly.

"OK, Captain." Natasha smiled, restrained her sharp look, turned and left.

Bucky pats Steve on the shoulder before leaving.

Steve smiled, and after sending them off, his expression sank.

It's very abnormal, what happened, when I didn't know it.

The only tribe that Angus had was taken away by humans, but the siren race itself did not have enough warmth to soften Angus' shell.

But... There is no fluctuation at all, it's not like Angus.

"Angus, do you want to talk to me?" Steve walked into the bathroom.

"Do not."

Steve stopped, and then slowly approached: "What happened? Angus."

"Nothing happened." Angus rolled over, algal hair covering his back.

Steve tightened his hand on the side of the bathtub slightly: "Really?"

"Ah."

"...OK."

He turned and left, closing the door behind him.

Angus slid out of the bathtub, the water slid down his hair, his back, his hips, and fell to his feet. He walked to the window and looked at the peaceful neighborhood.

"Bring me the box."

The cloak, who had been playing dead in the corner, twisted twice, and left the place dejectedly.

It was very late at night, and Steve was lying on the bed, pinching the corner of the quilt unconsciously in his hands, then sat up and sat for a while.

Slightly closing his eyelids, he stood at the door of the bathroom.

After a while, he put his hand on the doorknob, tightened it, and turned it around.

There was no movement inside, he let go of the doorknob, and he lowered his head against the door, but he didn't open it after all.

In the end what happened?Angus.

Why are you lying to me?Is it something I can't even know?

The author has something to say: This part is a bit complicated, because it is a double line... I will sometimes find serious bugs when I code. [Wiping face] is also a bit heavy [...probably]

but everything alright~