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

"It hurts? Where does it hurt?"

"back."

It shouldn't be a simple feeling that can make Angus cry honestly.

"Is it where you hit it before?" Steve quickly got up holding the phone and began to rummage through his clothes.

"No."

The voice through the microphone was muffled, and Steve frowned: "OK, Angus, is it hard? Can you get up and move around?"

"Do not want to."

Steve heard a hint of grievance, and hurriedly put on his pants with the phone between his hands: "You said you could contact Charles directly through your mind, didn't you? Call him now."

"Let him take you to the school infirmary."

"I'll be there soon."

"I do not want."

"Angus, be good. It's okay, I'll be soon..."

Before he finished speaking, Steve felt the bed under his butt sank, and turned his head.

Putting down the socks in his hand and putting down the phone, Steve sighed.

"It looks like you can still move?" He leaned closer, put his hands on his pillow, and lay on Angus's back, which was languid, "Where does it hurt?"

Angus flipped his hand and pulled his wrist down, stopping at the position near the tailbone: "Here."

Steve slightly opened his clothes, the white waistline was clearly dazzling on the dark gray sheets.

He raised his hand and pressed it lightly, and his fingers sank a little. Angus didn't respond, he just wrinkled his face, closed his eyes, and remained motionless.

"Does it hurt if you force it?" Steve exerted a little force.

Angus kept silent, turned around suddenly, lay on his back, and put his hands on his stomach.

Steve withdrew his hand: "What's wrong?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

If it weren't for the puzzled expression on Angus' face, Steve would have wondered if he had received some strange subject again.

"It doesn't hurt anymore?" Steve sat next to him with his legs bent.

Angus nodded.

"What did it feel like when you were in pain?"

"It hurts."

Steve...

I stuffed my hands into his lower back, touched it, and made sure that there was no obvious problem with the bones: "Are you sure it doesn't hurt?"

"Yeah." Angus turned over and pressed on his forearm.

Steve had to press down slightly: "This is weird. Angus, you need to check."

"Sudden pain is not a good sign."

Angus touched his back and hummed: "I don't like inspections."

"It won't be very complicated." Steve raised his hand to lift him up, "Did you do anything before the pain?"

"Lie down and read."

"You read? What are you reading? Well, no, it's not a good habit to lie down and read." Steve was taken away for a moment, "Just read? Didn't you do any exercise?"

Angus shook his head.

Steve thought about all the situations he knew, and felt that none of them could be mentioned: "It's a bit late now, if symptoms suddenly appear, we will go back to X Academy for examination immediately."

"If it's all right, go check it out tomorrow."

Angus gave a long hum.

"Must go," Steve emphasized.

Angus acquiesced.

"Charles said that Hank got along well with that siren." Anguston said suddenly after a while.

"So?" Steve felt that he didn't want to go back tonight, so he just lay down next to him.

"I can't throw him away." Angus clicked his tongue.

Steve smiled. "It would be good for you if they learned more about the Sirens."

"Be patient a little bit."

Angus moved, got close to his chest, and buried it inside.

Steve stretched out his arms sideways, half embracing him: "Actually, the so-called full boarding at X Academy means nothing to you anymore, right?"

Angus looked up at him: "Do you want me to go back?"

"...you're asking a superfluous question." Steve put his hand up and pinched his face.

Angus opened his hand, rolled to the side, and moved away: "I don't like the feeling of having sirens around, I want to stay at home."

"Let's go to school then." Steve got up to change into his pajamas.

Can't ask for it.

Angus went on as usual that night, but the next day, due to new developments in the drug dealer, Steve, who was only delayed for a while, received a call from Hank.

"I'll be there right away." After hanging up the phone in a hurry, Steve told Natasha to keep in touch, if there was any problem, he could discuss it with Bucky first, and then rushed to X Academy.

The school medical service of X Academy is a bit like a miniature high-end private hospital.Because of the special nature of students, almost all the projects that normal hospitals can do can be carried out in the school infirmary and attached laboratories. What's more, the resources, equipment and technology they have are even higher than most hospitals.

When Steve went, Angus was being pushed into the MRI machine.

"Seriously?" Steve stood outside, looking at the unfamiliar large instrument and the unhappy Angus inside.

"We couldn't find any obvious trauma, and the X-rays were fine, so wanted to check if it was a cranial nerve problem or a deeper bone necrosis or spinal cord problem."

The inspector, Steve, had never seen it before and was not familiar with it. He looked at Hank.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with him." Hank said, "Sirens have very slender and sensitive nerves, and I don't know exactly what kind of media, energy or other forms of information aggregation. But what is certain is that the breadth of their receiving information is several times that of ours, so maybe it is not his own problem."

Steve felt he must be looking in the wrong direction.

Hank paused, and raised his forehead: "Didn't animals feel the first thing in an earthquake and have a stress response?"

"Correct."

"It's a bit like that. The concept of pain may just be information that Angus has inadvertently captured. Because it's too strong, Angus himself will have an obvious reaction."

"You mean, it's not that he's in pain, he's just feeling it?" Steve hesitated.

"Yes." Hank moved his shoulders.

"Another new knowledge point." Steve looked at Angus in the glass and whispered.

Hank hesitated for a moment: "But if it's really the reason I guessed, to reach this level of almost empathy, the other party and Angus should be very, very high in compatibility in some way."

"At least they must be of the same race." Hank pushed down his glasses.

Steve turned his head to look at him sharply, and Hank looked puzzled.

Angus climbed down from the table, went outside, and stood next to Steve: "I want to ask for leave."

Hank looked at the person in charge of operating the instrument.

"He's perfectly fine, at least, that's what the imaging says." The man spread his hands.

"I said I don't want to check." Angus wrinkled his face.

He hasn't called in sick yet, he hasn't been sick.

Steve walked out with people and Hank: "How do we know what the source of the influence is?"

If you can find it, maybe you will know where the captured siren is.

"I haven't deciphered the way they collect all external stimuli. Although I can confirm that it is different from the five senses that humans are accustomed to judge, I don't know exactly what it is." Hank said shyly, "To figure it out, I still have to More time is needed."

"You've done a great job." Steve said sincerely. He really thought that Angus's five senses were more developed than himself at most. So it turns out that people don't use five senses at all?

"Actually, I have another hypothesis." Hank suddenly acted a little excited, "After all, the sirens' five senses are useful, so I think they may really have a sixth sense, or even a seventh sense. exist."

"Just like some people here can use their tongues to sense temperature and collect thermal information, they may have more complex and high-end senses."

"It's very difficult for us to understand, but for them, it may be something as common as the five senses." Hank's cheeks flushed slightly.

Steve smiled: "You really like sirens, don't you?"

"Theyaregeous! 【They are simply amazing!】" Hank exclaimed without hesitation.

Steve raised his eyebrows and paused slightly: "Well, is that so?"

Hank nodded: "No, no, I, I, don't have any thoughts about Angus. I just, I just like the siren itself...um——"

"No, no, I just think they are very special, they deserve to be treated carefully..."

Steve interrupted Hank's explanation, which became more and more strange: "Look, I understand what you mean."

"Relax, I don't feel anything."

So, basically everyone knows the progress of themselves and Angus...

"...Well, sorry," Hank said awkwardly, "I didn't mean anything else."

"I know." Steve patted him on the shoulder.

"I know the relationship between you, I swear, I'm definitely not one of the people who like Angus." Hank breathed a sigh of relief.

"One?" Steve tilted his head slightly.

Hank kept his mouth shut.

Steve glanced at Angus, and Angus, who had been silent for a while and didn't know what he was thinking, met his eyes: "?"

"...It's okay." Steve pulled his arm closer and touched his shoulder, half-sighing.

Because he was too used to it, Angus reassured himself very much. He almost forgot how much charm Angus himself possessed.

Mere appearance can make people unable to take their eyes off. After getting in touch with each other, they can easily win any favor by overcoming the hurdle of unfamiliarity.

It is normal for many people to like it.

Soon, Steve felt that normal was impossible, absolutely impossible.

After separating from Hank, Steve and Angus wandered around the college, and finally, Steve chose to lead him back to the dormitory.

"Steve, you're a little anxious." Angus said leisurely as he lay down on the bed with his legs crossed.

Steve glanced at the ultimate reason for his anxiety: "Is there anyone in this school who doesn't like you..."

Except for the 'acquaintances' who knew about their relationship with Angus, the rest, almost without exception, all the people Angus knew had more or less exposed and irrepressible feelings of love.

Regardless of age, regardless of gender.

"How did you do that?" Steve asked dumbfounded.

"What are you doing?" Angus took out a book from under the pillow and flipped through it casually.

"Create so many rivals for me." Steve couldn't help teasing.

The main reason is that he hasn't been here for a long time. How did the quantitative change lead to a qualitative change?

"Rival in love? But I don't like anyone except you. From the perspective of love," Angus turned a page, looked at the picture on it, clicked his tongue, and continued to flip, "I thought, your rival in love It should be the other party I have a crush on, isn't it?"

"..." I should be happy, but somehow I can't bring myself to be happy.

"I love you." Steve whispered after a moment of silence.

Angus put down the book in his hand and looked at him.

Steve was leaning on the desk next to him, clasped his hands slightly in front of him, and circled his thumbs against each other: "Yes, I feel like I want to talk."

Angus beckoned, motioning for him to hug himself.Steve grinned, walked over and hugged him.

"I love you too." Angus rubbed his shoulder.

Steve hugs him tightly, there's something about Angus that's touching if you can understand it.

That is, his answer was never what the questioner wanted, only the real answer.When the desired answer coincides with the real answer, it is a double joy.

"Charles gave me a B+," Angus said suddenly, hugging his neck.

"...Really?" Steve's mouth twitched.

"He said that there was a misunderstanding in my understanding of the relationship between lovers, and emphasized that love is spontaneous and should not be guided. It is like training." Angus wrinkled his face.

Steve coughed: "But I think your writing is... great."

"I think he is wrong." Angus snorted, "So, you have to write a reverse report with the same proposition, and I want to prove him wrong."

Steve... "Angus, I don't think I...may not be able to write at your level."

"Huh? Why?" Angus let go, his face full of doubts.

"I am, I... don't have such a keen sense as you." Steve pinched his nose.

"You don't know how to make me compromise?"

Steve nodded.

"You don't know how to make me happy?" Angus continued to ask.

Steve... he still seems to know.

"You just said something that made me throw myself into my arms." Angus patted his face, "Steve, is there something wrong with you?"

"..." Steve...

Can love be analyzed in this way? ...Can this be done?

"Okay, I'll go back and try my best." Steve said with difficulty.

"Look, you know how to satisfy me." Angus kissed his mouth.

The more people he contacts, the more he knows, and the more he understands, the more he realizes that no matter what he says or does, whether unreasonable, strange, or abnormal, Steve accepts it all and takes it seriously.

Everything like yourself is very important.

Everyone hopes that they can live closer to humans, even Charles, this trend is inevitable.Steve is always trying to be around him, enjoying the same peace and freedom as before.

"..." Although Angus seemed to be very happy suddenly, Steve still felt something was wrong.

"What book are you reading?" Once he was sure that he was taken astray, he would not be able to return for a while. Steve has learned to face Angus, and he can maintain the best state with a little knowledge.

"Someone borrowed it from me. It is said that it is very useful, but I don't think so." Angus reached out for the book and spread it out in front of Steve.

Meowing a few times, Steve quickly closed his eyes, gnashing his teeth: "Who gave it to you—"

"Sa... Well, because he said that what I want to know, I can definitely find it in the book. I seem to promise that if someone sees it, I will never say his name."

Steve closed his eyes for a long while: "...how do you feel?"

"The way you reproduce is really a mess."

Steve...has mixed feelings.

"I said, what you want to know is still a bit early for you." Steve said helplessly.

"I'll know when the time is right, okay? Trust me."

"Besides, I don't want you to know all that from somewhere else." Steve lifted his chin and rubbed against his lips, "Only this part, I want to have it all."

"not bad?"

Angus blinked his eyes: "OK."

"Stop reading this, it's not gender-appropriate." Steve threw the book away.

"Ah."

"Going home tonight?"

"Ah."

"Okay, what do you want to eat?"

"Freshwater."

"it is good."

"Then I'll go back first."

"Ah."

After taking his coat and leaving, Steve stood at the door and added, "Angus, if you can, tell everyone that you already have a boyfriend."

"It's Steve Rogers."

Angus hummed: "I know this."

"It's called possessiveness, isn't it?"

"...Yeah, the very serious kind. So be serious, Angus."

"Oh."

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