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

Not surprisingly, it's still Steve and his... home.

Wrapped in a cloak, Angus glanced at the bathtub covered with a thick layer of gray on the back, and wiped the faucet with his hand, revealing a little silver luster.

He walked out, and soon the floor was covered with black and gray footprints soaked in dust.

Angus looked around while walking, the whole house was dirty.

It's quiet, stuffy, no one lives here.

However, the things that were placed there were still placed there, but... the people who owned them were not here.

Angus patted the sofa, and a burst of smoke flew away.

Swinging his hands away, Angus stood for a while, holding the cloak on his body slightly.

"Remember to stop me." Angus began to catch Steve's tracks.

The cloak shook twice and crumpled.

After catching Loki, Thor said he would take him to apologize to his friend, and then left.However, the Avengers team was nervous for a long time because of the cloaked man who had been elusive before, and stayed together for a few days before leaving the mothership.

Steve pours himself a cup of tea and prepares to catch up on a film.

This time he only 'sleeped' for seven years, and was forcibly awakened, so he might as well stay for a while longer.

Although they can't understand why they always want to freeze themselves, and then accept the awakening after about ten years or when there are urgent and important things, they twitched the corners of their mouths.

Probably he just wanted to shorten the waiting time. Tony never gave up mocking himself because he didn't want to be like an old man, so he wanted to live.

Thinking about it carefully, besides this reason, he couldn't think of anything else.

Maybe, it's really subconsciously wanting to live longer, and go to the future to see what else is there.

...It may also be just tired, so I don't have to wake up again.

But when I wake up, I will be reminded to add a lot of 'knowledge'... It's just that it's fresh, and this society changes every day.

As soon as he turned on the TV and started playing an old movie, Steve blinked and saw standing in front of the TV wearing only a cloak, wet like an 'old acquaintance' of a water ghost.

"Pfft—" A mouthful of tea was sprayed out, and Steve slowly put down the cup in his hand, "So... where are your clothes?"

Angus looked at him, then back at the TV.

Steve didn't know where to put his eyes: "Hey, do you want to wear something?"

"Or... that's what you think..."

Angus sat next to him, legs crossed on the sofa.Steve followed him with his eyes, and found that he had only been naked for a while, and the cloak was still tightly wrapped.

"I, can find some clothes for you," Steve raised his thumb and pointed to the bedroom behind.

"Hmm." Angus grabbed his ankle and watched the flashing images on the TV.

"OK——" Steve patted his leg, got up and turned to find clothes.While rummaging through the closet, he muttered, "Great, an unknown person jumped at you for the first time and gave you a kiss."

"Standing behind you for the second time and punching you."

"The third... has no clothes on."

"Now, you're going to find him some clothes, excellent—that's all right."

Grabbing his first and second suit, Steve closed the closet door and turned around, gasping for breath.

The curly-haired man was sitting on his bed, looking at him with his cheeks resting on his hands.

"..." Steve... talking to himself is really just a habit that I don't know when I developed it.

Forget it, let's not talk about it.

"Still don't remember me." Angus looked at him.

Steve felt that the people in front of him were much calmer than before: "I'm sorry, I really can't remember when I saw you."

Angus blinked, and the cloak quickly wrapped around his hand.

Steve looked at the cloak, nodded, and passed the clothes over: "You can change here, I'll... go out first."

Steve pointed to the door and walked out.

The cloak slowly loosened the corners of the clothes, and shook it humanely, as if he was relieved.

Angus raised his hand and ran his fingers through the bed. With a stroke, the bed collapsed.

Hearing the movement, Steve rushed into the room, looked at the bed he had collapsed into from the middle, and Angus who seemed to be sitting in the mess, "...what happened?"

"It's nothing." Angus stood up, shook off the sheets wrapped around his hands, and untied the cloak.

Steve turned around quickly, raised his hand and rubbed his nose: "You should... be more defensive."

Angus looked at his back, put on his clothes, raised his hand, and touched his neck with his nails.

"..." Steve tilted his head, moving away from the obviously ugly nails, "I thought we could talk."

"You didn't mean to kill me, did you?"

Angus retracted his nails, and the cloak collapsed on the ground, exuding an aura that was about to be torn.

"En." Angus responded, moved closer, and put his head on his shoulder.

Steve shuddered, feeling numb on one side, cool breath on the side of his neck, and his whole body was stiff.

"—Do you want some tea? I can pour you a glass of water." As he spoke, he quickly left the place.

Angus looked at the door and stood still.

Different.

The reaction was different.

If Tony grows up, the old house just sits idle, and their home hasn't changed, it's just been a long time.

Why... Only myself is missing.

Angus raised his hand to touch his chest, why he disappeared, but Steve seemed to have nothing happened.

It was me who disappeared, why did I forget?

Steve came in with tea, and he saw Angus standing motionless and clutching his chest, looking very sad.

His hands were clenched, and he was inexplicably flustered.

"Hey, if, you want to talk, maybe I can help you." Steve said with difficulty, "... Now, if you want to find someone, it's quite convenient."

If S.H.I.E.L.D. is as scary as it is... finding someone is easy.

"Uh, I can..." Steve didn't know what to say.

The person in front of him looked, sad, and he wanted to help.

"Can you find Angus?" Angus put down his hand and looked directly at him.

"Angus?" Steve was startled.

"Ah."

"So, the person you're looking for is Angus——Angus, what?" Steve was a little confused, and put down the tray. For some reason, he always felt that he couldn't remember the name, and turned around to look around. Pen and sticky notes.

Angus watched his movements and clenched his fingers.

"Do you want to find him?" Angus followed him and said slowly.

"Well, he looks important to you." Steve finally found a pen and jotted down the name, slightly relieved.

"No." Angus looked away.

There are some other people's tastes here, but most of them are only Steve's own.

"No...?" Steve hesitated.

"He is very important to you." Angus raised his hand and touched the shelf with a pile of cups and sundries.

"Oh, is that so?" Steve frowned, "So, he's Angus..."

"Angus..." Angus paused, "Angus Rogers."

"Really?" Steve stopped writing.

"Aren't you going to write it down?"

"...I'm Rogers too, so I don't really need it." Steve shook his pen.

"what ever."

Steve felt that he should now contact the psychiatrist that Tony had introduced him jokingly, or comfort him now, and then find a way to get him to receive treatment or help.

But...why is it that I feel so sad.

It's like a bad feeling.

It started when I saw him, and it became more and more uncomfortable.

Steve hissed, pinched his nose, and looked away: "OK, you, do you want some tea? It seems that we haven't had a chance to have a good chat."

"Want to sit down?"

"Where's the juice?"

"..." Steve stopped suddenly and turned to look at him, "Do you want some juice?"

"dog."

"……He is dead."

"is it?"

"Yeah, old shit," Steve added, not knowing why.

"Where's Bucky?"

"He is currently stationed in Sweden and comes back several times a year."

"Natasha?"

"It's still the same."

"Do you know Charles?"

"...Yes, how do you know?"

"So, you remember everyone." Angus had seen enough of his new place, there was no second person here.

He took the cup from his tray, hot and bitter.

After taking a sip, it was hot and uncomfortably hot.

"I, I just..." Steve is flustered now, "How do you know?"

"Why do you know so much? You know me?"

"Why don't I know you!? Who are you?" Steve couldn't control his voice.

"If you don't know me, I'm nothing to you." Angus' eyelashes drooped slightly.

"...I don't like this." Steve lowered his voice, "You have to tell me!"

If it's just a psychological problem, why do you know so much about yourself?Some things, even those people who I know well don't know.

"Tell you what!?" Angus dropped the cup in his hand suddenly, his face was cold, and the cloak bounced off the ground and rolled towards him.

"Everything!" Steve looked at his abnormal animal eyes, paused, and replied in a low voice.

"Everything!? You don't even have a clue, do you?" Angus twitched his eyebrows, opened the corners of his mouth, and walked towards him step by step.

The cloak wrapped tightly around his legs in a tiger-like posture, and the whole garment was twisted into a rope, holding Angus tightly.

"There's nothing left." Angus couldn't move his legs, wobbled, and stopped.

"You're not my Steve, I don't like you." Angus suddenly calmed down, "I'm sorry I broke your glass."

"I won't kill you, you have nothing to do with me."

Time is up.

Steve rushed a step, but didn't catch anything: "Don't go!"

When Angus came back, he was outside the bedroom. Steve was not disturbed, but he was not asleep.After opening the door and entering, he climbed onto the bed, lifted the quilt, and got into his arms.

Steve was still staring at the ceiling in a daze, with all kinds of mess in his mind, his arms felt cold, and he turned his head slightly: "Angus?"

Lips are blocked.

"Don't talk now, be quiet." Angus put his hand on his chin, raised his body halfway, and looked at him slightly with his head down, a little dangerous.

Steve backed away slightly, propped his arms up, looked at his glowing eyes and white teeth, and nodded.

"Kiss me, Steve." Angus looked at him for a while, closed his eyes, and lay down on his chest, feeling the sudden fast beating heart under his palm, feeling a little tired.

Steve hugged his shoulders halfway, moistened his lips: "..."

Forget it, no one is allowed to talk anyway, so Steve just shut up this time.

Being hugged and pressed down, Angus put his arms around his neck, opened his eyes and looked at his face close at hand: "Steve, look at me."

Steve half-opened his eyes, his ears were reddish, and the blue in his eyes became an indistinct color: "Why?"

"Well, just look at me and kiss me." Angus directed.

"Angus... aren't you secretly planning to kill me?" Steve smiled wryly.

"Yes." Angus nodded, "It depends."

"You still admit it..." Steve gritted his teeth, lowered his head and pressed the back of his neck to himself.

"You're so hot." Angus twisted slightly and stepped aside.

"Now, you don't want to talk." Steve lifted the quilt and turned off the bedside lamp next to him.

At the other end of time, Steve looked at the letters of Angus on the sticky note, and pursed his lips tightly.

Angus... who the hell is he?

Who is that suspected patient?His name is Angus?

Why Angus Rogers?

"boom--"

He slammed the coffee table hard, then he raised his hand to cover his lips and rubbed his fingers on it.

The first time they met, he trusted himself wholeheartedly, and looked at him like...a lover; the second time, he looked at him coldly and full of murderous intent; the third time, he was still angry, but in the end there was only indifference.

Nothing is left.

What do you mean you don't like me anymore? ?Um?What do you mean you don't like it?

These are all self-talking lunatics.

Leaning back on the sofa, he raised his leg and kicked the coffee table intentionally, pressing his hands against each other, clenching them tightly and then loosening them.

What do you mean I'm not his Steve?What exactly does that mean?

Why don't you say anything clearly?If you know yourself, tell me.If something happens, just explain it.

If he had to be ignorant, it seemed like he had done something terribly wrong.

Anxious, bored, angry, puzzled...and in pain.

Unable to calm down, Steve put his hand on his forehead.Why...why has I been like this since the first time I saw you...

like him.

I want to hug him, I want to kiss him, I want him to be close to me.

It took so much effort not to look really crazy-to mess around like this, and it still didn't do anything.

He is gone, gone.

Will not be coming back.

After struggling like a trapped animal for a while, Steve opened his eyes, grabbed the sticky note on the coffee table, put on some clothes and went out.

Angus Rogers.

"Tony?" After answering the phone, Tony was still awake.

"Cap?" Tony looked at his phone in disbelief, "Are you still awake at this hour?"

"You have the video of the man in the cloak that you took before, don't you? Two? Can you call up more videos?"

"Well, I guess, I can."

"send to me."

"Are you looking for him now?"

"Correct."

"wow, wasn't it you who made us stop chasing him?"

"Now, I'm going to dig three feet to find him," Steve gritted his teeth, "He can't leave me in this situation."

"OK——" Tony secretly pressed the call recording button. This kind of speech by the captain is not common.

"Also, find someone for me and keep a low profile." Steve rolled out his motorcycle, and he was going to see where Charles was.

"Who?"

"Angus . . . Rogers."

"Your son?"

"Tony—"

"OK, my fault, you know mine, it's in nature. I'll find it for you."

"Thank you."

"Next time, when my mom asks you how I am. I'm perfectly healthy, normal, and fine."

"……Row."

"I recorded it."

"Ah."

"Captain, don't you really want to check for dementia?"

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

"You disgust me, OK——."

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Merlin, who was hiding in hiding, wiped his sweat, smacked his lips, smoke came from his thirsty throat.

"Oh my god, Angus, the little bastard...Tough effort—" Merlin gritted his teeth.

There was a rustling sound from the woods, and Merlin tensed up all over.

A short figure appeared in the bushes. It was a child with curly blond hair, but the height of the adult's knee was a little higher, but his eyes were very mature, as if he had known too much and seen too much.

"changed."

Merlin, who was as frightened as a bird, immediately collapsed when he saw him; "Oh my god, you're scaring me to death!"

"Wait a minute, what changed?" Merlin's entire face was wrinkled tightly.

"The news of the captain's marriage was announced on 2, as if confirming what happened decades later.

"I'm going too!"

"...what?" Merlin looked like he swallowed the cockroach.

"Well, really." The child affirmed, with some joy on his face, "Merlin, you even completed an extra task."

"...withwho?" Merlin gritted his teeth.

"My godfather!" The child frowned, "If it's someone else, I'll bite him to death!"

"...Is it that simple?" Merlin couldn't believe it.

"You are a success, but I have tried tens of thousands of times." The child said with a straight face, "Although this is my only pleasure, it is still very tiring to try tens of thousands of times."

"Thank you for your hard work." Merlin raised his hand and touched his head, but his expression was listless.

"What's wrong with you? Shouldn't you be happy?" the child hesitated.

"Tsk, we're still together—" Merlin smacked his lips.

"Although it's good to be alive—but..." Merlin punched and kicked the air.

The child raised his hand on tiptoe and touched his head: "Give up, Merlin, you never succeeded."

Merlin...

"What now?" Merlin grinned.

"Wait, it's already started."

"Everything." The children patted each other's hands and put their hands on their hips, full of complacency, as if they had accomplished a great thing.

"As soon as I was born, I could see the whole process of my life, and my only wish was to save someone." Merlin crossed his legs and looked at him, "Why do you, a vampire, do the job of an angel?"

"I never existed. My godfather is the only reason I can exist. I hope he is happy." The child grinned, smiled, and then shrugged, "Besides, I really have nothing else fun to do."

"This is the biggest change I can make to the timeline!" The child became excited again as he spoke, "It finally succeeded."

"Even if you know the result, it's still interesting to go through all the processes that may be different." The child laughed, "Merlin, if you want to know the future——Arthur will still come back, countless times."

Merlin pouted: "You don't need to tell me, I know."

"I have met him many times, the same arrogant, arrogant, stupid."

"Although you send him away every time, isn't it great to meet each other, get to know each other and get to know each other every time?" The child waved his fists, "Our life is amazing!"

Merlin slapped him on the back of the head: "Can you act like an honest boy?"

"Right now, I'm still being chased by that woman, Gu Yi! I still have to find a way to return the things—" Merlin rolled back and forth with his face in his arms.

"I'll go, I'll go," the child volunteered, "this is my job."

"I'll leave it to you!" Merlin immediately stopped rolling, "I'm going to travel around the world."

"Around the world again?"

"Well, I'm not allowed to take a vacation? I haven't done such an exciting thing for many years!"

"Go, go, go."

"Merlin, you are here as the godfather's father." The child whispered.

Merlin... "Rolling, rolling -"

The child jumped and laughed and got out of the woods.

"Angel—" Rosalie put her hands on her hips and grabbed his ear, "Where did you go!"

"Oh, mother, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

"I will never sneak away again!"

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