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

Angus stood in the middle of the quaint tree house, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that there had been no people living here for a while.

Merlin, have you run away?

Coming out of the center of the wild area hidden by the spell, Angus clicked his tongue.

After wandering around in the woods for a while, Angus went to the pool to catch some freshwater fish. He was torn between bringing them back or eating them, and decided to eat them.

He has nowhere to put it, and every time he gets his clothes dirty, Steve looks at him like he looks at Tony.It's not a big problem, but...it's weird.

dislike.

With half a fish in his mouth, Angus floated on the surface of the water. After biting for a while, he stopped his mouth and hummed.

someone is coming.

Looking at the clothes he put on the shore, Angus smacked his lips, sank below the surface of the water, and looked at the shore.

"I don't want to go fishing with you."

"Mike, you've put on another two kilos."

It was the little fat man and his father, both wearing long-sleeved trousers and hats, carrying heavy bags and boxes and fishing gear.

"As a doctor, your misunderstanding is too serious." Mycroft complained calmly.

"Although my weight is slightly out of control, I can assure you that my level of fitness is absolutely normal at this age."

"Mike, let's put it this way, I'm your father."

"...We are just blood relatives, not superiors and subordinates. I thought the family you have been emphasizing is about love, not rights."

"Well, when you are old enough, you can also be my boss." Mr. Holmes was obviously used to some subtle words from his son from time to time, and he didn't take it seriously.

"It looks like we've reached the lake, let's get ready."

Contrary to what Angus expected, they came right to the pool.Angus sank a little deeper, trouble.

"Someone is here." Mike had no choice but to start arranging the portable folding chair for fishing, and was the first to notice the clothes on the shore.

"Huh?" Mr. Holmes looked at the pile of clothes, "Is this...someone swimming naked here?"

"I don't see anyone." Mr. Holmes looked into the water. "Is he alone?"

Mike stood beside him and looked at the water.

"Could it be an accident?" Mr. Holmes suddenly became a little nervous. "Swimming in such a deserted place, in case something happens..."

"Hello—is anyone here—?" he called out.

Angus fell on his back and looked at the sky. Should he float up or not... It was so troublesome.In the past, he didn't have to think about this kind of problem, so he just turned around and left.

"Isn't it drowning..." Mr. Holmes threw something to Mycroft, took off his coat, moved a bit, and went into the water.

Mike held the fishing rod, stood on the shore and frowned tightly, looking at the shaking water.

"Plop--"

Angus... ah, human.

With a slight shake, the tail that was still shaking just now turned into a pair of legs.

Angus looked in the distance and looked in his direction because the visibility was not high, but he seemed to be a human being who didn't see clearly, and swayed his legs.

Mr. Holmes looked under the water for a while, and then his head popped up.Although the water is not considered dirty, but... I guess it's better to simply deal with it when I go back.

Taking a deep breath, he lowered his head again, swam a little farther and looked around.

Angus popped his head out and slowly approached the shore.

"Oh, hi-hi--" Mr. Holmes saw a pair of legs, floated up, was taken aback, and stuttered.

Angus glanced back at him, nodded, and chewed.

Angus climbed ashore and went straight to his clothes, Mycroft staring at him the whole time.

After putting on his jacket, Angus began to pull up his trousers, and both father and son couldn't help looking at him.

"Sir, there is a fish in your mouth." Mike finally couldn't help it.

Mr. Holmes hurriedly stopped: "Hey, Mike!"

"Sorry, my son, he just..." Mr. Holmes couldn't help but protect his son behind him.

Although it seems that this person is not dangerous, and even considered very... good-looking, but this appearance really makes people feel creepy.

Angus stopped chewing, raised his hand and slowly pulled out the remaining half of the fish tail from his mouth. The fresh and tender fish looked very delicious.

He wasn't quite sure... what to do now.

It seems that people can't be seen eating raw fish directly, so Steve will prepare fish foam and a water bottle for himself.

"Have I met you?" Mike looked at Angus' face and asked suspiciously.

For the first time Mr. Holmes felt that his son was a little stupid.

"No, you don't know me." Angus simply stuffed the remaining half into his mouth and chewed it up after he ate it all.

When I met them before, Merlin turned himself into short hair and brown eyes, so I didn't know them.

I don't know well.

"You are a siren." Mike said simply and directly when he heard his voice.

Angus... this little fat human.

"No, I'm not." Angus looked down at him.

"OK." Mike closed his mouth wisely, "We'll leave your place soon, I swear."

Mr. Holmes was still immersed in the complex emotions from suspecting that this person was eating raw fish to being sure that he was really eating raw fish: "What siren?"

"There are no sirens here." Angus emphasized, "This is not my territory either."

Mike regretted for a moment, if so, he would have reason to permanently put an end to his father taking him out fishing.

There was a silence among the three of them, and Angus turned his head to leave.

Mr. Holmes looked at his back and scratched his head: "Um, do you need any help?"

The nature of the doctor finally made him unable to bear to speak. He felt that the good-looking boy in front of him really needed help.

At this moment, Mycroft felt that it was really difficult for him.

Angus turned his head and walked back, and Mike's heart jumped into his throat for a moment.Angus glanced at him, picked up the shoes he had forgotten, and left.

Mr. Holmes looked at his long, wet hair that was still dripping, he hesitated to speak, and was stopped by Mike before speaking: "Father, this gentleman obviously has his own affairs to deal with."

Mr. Holmes glanced at his son, hesitated for a moment, and did not pursue further.

After all, his son was only in his teens, so it would be fine if he was just a patient with pica, but it would be bad if he had hidden violent tendencies.

But no one thought that they would meet again so soon.

Angus held a giggling curly-haired doll, and dragged a baby station to the door of Holmes' house. Mrs. Holmes, who had just arrived home and put down her shopping bags, opened the door, looked at him, and then at the baby in his arms.

"Oh, God! Charlie, I actually forgot about you!" Mrs. Holmes showed a frightened expression.

"He's too noisy." Angus took a deep breath. He walked around the town looking for someone, but the baby's cry kept ringing around his ears like something.

Very noisy.

When the source of the sound was found, it was in the parking lot in front of a supermarket, where many people were discussing whose children had been left there.

"Thank you, thank you very much!" Mrs. Holmes took the curly-haired doll, wanting to laugh but afraid that there would still be a trace of unspeakable embarrassment.

After she and Xia Li were left at home, it was easy to forget that she still had a child to take care of when she was doing other things and thinking about the topic in her mind.

Because he met a strange person, Mr. Holmes drove back with Mike after some hesitation, and entered the door: "Honey, we met a strange person today, and he would eat the fish in the lake directly..."

Turning his head, the weird man was sitting on the sofa in his house, carefully sipping the black tea that his wife was good at.

"Oh—oh, hello—see you again," greeted Mr. Holmes awkwardly.

Mike looked at Angus, and Sherlock, who was lying on the sofa next to him and trying to climb on Angus, silently calculated the time and distance for himself and his father to return,

The conclusion was, sure enough, not human.

Angus shook his hand. He just remembered that Mrs. Holmes's tea was a bit delicious, so he stayed.

Mr. Holmes was very embarrassed: "You move quite quickly."

"Ah."

"Why did you come back?" Mrs. Holmes placed small cakes and biscuits in front of Angus, wondering, "Why are you all wet, did you fall into the water?"

"Well, that's a, a very interesting story."

"Could you come here for a moment? I need you to help me pick out some clothes and change." Mr. Holmes winked at her.

"OK." Mrs. Holmes followed him suspiciously.

"Mike, you stay with my guest for a while, he just did me a big favor."

Mike looked at Sherlock who was still tirelessly climbing on Angus, and felt that his brother was really stupid.

Angus ate the small cake deliciously, and turned his head to look at the little monster in the future.

Mike was a little nervous.

Then Angus held up the biscuit and stuffed it into his slightly open mouth. Mike hurriedly stopped: "No, he can't eat it yet!"

Angus let go, and the biscuit had already entered the mouth of the dull-faced baby: "He's hungry."

Mike walked over, pulled the biscuit out of the baby's mouth, and went to find the formula jar and bottle: "He has no teeth, he can't bite."

Angus snorted, and pushed away the limp little monster with his hands. The little baby giggled and continued to crawl persistently.

Angus glanced at Mike's back, turned his head and bared his teeth to threaten the child, and then the little monster's eyes lit up, and he stretched out a pitted claw to touch his teeth. Angus raised his head to avoid it: "I'll bite you."

The baby began to clap and laugh uncontrollably.

Angus smacked his lips and poked him with his fingers. The little baby rolled around like a worm, making clusters of laughter.

Hmm, it seems kind of fun.

Merlin was not found, but Angus, who secretly ate sweets, felt that Holmes' house could come often, and the little monster was quite cute.

After sending Angus away, Mycroft heaved a sigh of relief.Since the Karen family moved away and the old man who always knocked on the door disappeared, he still expected to see all kinds of strange people in the future.

As soon as he relaxed a little, he ran into another one.

Looking at Sherlock who was still gnawing on his foot, he twitched the corner of his mouth: "I really don't know whether you are lucky or not."

Angus strolled around a few places where Merlin might go, and after confirming that there were really no clues, he went back to lie on the sofa, lifted his clothes, stroked his belly, and meditated.

"Steve."

"Ok?"

After Natasha was sent away, Steve sat aside and was studying the regulations on fishing restrictions.When there is no more specific information from Natasha, it is better for him to stay still.

"Do you want a baby?"

Steve tore the government document in half with a trembling hand: "...what, what?"

"I think the baby is quite cute." Angus patted his stomach.

"..." Steve watched him slap his belly, and couldn't get his head around for a while, "Well, what do you mean?"

"Can I have a baby? I want sirens."

"Why do you want a baby all of a sudden?" Steve took a deep breath.

"Soft, easy to bully, just don't make noise."

"You know that a child needs at least two people to be born, right?"

Angus pointed to himself and then to Steve, making a two.

"Angus, I don't think the two of us can make a child." Steve said with difficulty.

"Well, why?"

"Human children need mothers, like Peggy, like Natasha."

Angus recalled Rosalie's belly that seemed to explode, and bared his teeth: "So I want sirens, eggs."

Steve blinked: "That means you're going to make an egg with another female siren...."

"Can't you?" Angus asked doubtfully.

"Unfortunately, I don't think I can." Steve frowned.

Angus twisted, rubbed against his leg, put his head on his lap, jumped on the sofa and landed on Angus' ankle like he was playing with his own juice.

Angus cocked his feet, the juice whimpered a few times, and Angus let him go.

Steve looked down at him, raised his hand to smooth his tangled hair, hesitated for a while, and said, "In the future, only in the future, if you really want a child, we can try to adopt it." ..."

"What is adoption?" Angus turned his head.

"It's about raising a child that's not related to either of us." Steve hesitated, "but the sex process is very complicated. And, Angus, raising a child is completely different from raising juice."

Angus looked down at the juice and picked his stomach: "What's different?"

Steve... really just wanted to play.

"The siren eggs are not easy to steal. The surviving eggs of the clan are generally well protected." Angus wrinkled his face, but he was different, he was thrown away.

Steve patted his head: "You can't steal children."

"... Oh." After being reminded several times by Steve, Angus let go of his eagerness to move.

"This is a very, very serious matter, don't mess around, Angus." Steve was a little nervous.

He was really afraid that when he came home one day, when he opened the door, Angus brought a child who didn't know where he came from, and called him father...

Well... think about it carefully, actually...

No no no, I can't think about it.

"I'll go find Hank." Angus pondered for a while, but still felt that if it had something to do with himself or Steve, he got up and was ready to leave.

Steve tugged at his hat: "No, don't bother Hank now!"

"why?"

Because the last thing he wants to see now is probably your face, Steve said silently in his heart.

"...Stay with me for a while." Steve dragged him back, kissed the side of his face, "I won't go out today."

"You have to go back to the academy tomorrow afternoon."

Angus smacked his lips: "24 hours a day, twelve hours together is enough for me."

"Where did you get the twelve hours?" Steve frowned, from waking up in the morning to before going to bed at night, if you count the time Angus spent playing alone at home, it would only last three to four hours.

"While sleeping at night." Angus took it for granted.

"But, usually, I'm sleeping."

Angus was a little puzzled: "What's the matter?"

Steve... I really can't think of anything for a while.

"OK, just think I need a little more time." Steve sighed softly, then picked up the paperwork he had just picked up and continued to read.

A few minutes later, he suddenly put down the things in his hands and looked at Angus who was nestling on his lap and playing with the juice.

"Angus, 24 hours a day, if you only stay with me for three hours, is that enough?"

"not enough."

"What about four hours?"

"not enough."

"Ten hours...?"

"reluctantly."

"Like twelve hours or so?"

"Ah."

Steve coughed, and the corners of his lips curved slightly: "OK."

"No, what did you do when you were at X Academy?"

"what?"

"Can't you just call me?"

"Oh, it's fun there, I don't miss you."

Steve... too.

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Cuckoo, don’t you bother me, sooner or later I will be raised as a big big cuckoo

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