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

"You should be thankful that no casualties have been reported so far." Fury threw down a newspaper, and in the dark room, sitting across a long table were Natasha and Bucky, "Also, where did Rogers go?" ?!"

"The captain still has some personal issues to deal with." Natasha shrugged while leaning on the handle of the chair.

"Personal issues? Is there anything that isn't his personal issue now?!" Fury's dark face reached a new height, and he poked his fingers straight at the two people present, "He even put My responsibility has become his personal problem!"

"I'm the one responsible for your aftermath, remember?"

"Well, you didn't pay my bill." Bucky spread his hands, "I'm here out of respect."

"Captain Barnes, you don't think you owe me anything, do you?" Fury poked his sharp eyes immediately, "Really?"

"Oh, so you're still some kind of mysterious fairy godmother who solved a lot of problems for me without my knowing?" Bucky pursed his lips.

"Believe me, I've done more than the Fairy Godmother, more than you can imagine," Fury said, putting his hands on the table and leaning forward, lowering himself, looking him in the eye. "Much more, sergeant [sergeant] ].”

Bucky snorted: "Well, enlighten me [enlighten me]."

"Without me, you should be in a military prison by now." Fury straightened up, raising his eyebrows, "You want to know before you—"

"Furry," Steve interrupted, tearing off the cobwebs from his head, patting his clothes, "you wanted me to appear, and now, here I am."

Bucky twitched his lips and looked at Steve.

"Captain, do I need to thank you for condescending to meet me?" Fury's lips twisted slightly.

"Don't make the whole thing so dramatic, Fury," Steve said, walking around the table and taking a seat. "I'm sure you've been in worse situations than this."

"The way of bad guys and good guys is useless to those present. At least, I believe so." Steve put his hands together, without any sign of guilt.

Natasha reached out and grabbed a strip of mop from behind him, held it, and looked at him strangely.

Steve... "...something went wrong and I, crashed into the storage closet."

"Storage Room?"

"...Yes." Steve raised his hand and rubbed his nose, "Why don't we get to the point as soon as possible?"

He really wants to explain to Angus next time that a slightly hidden location does not mean sending himself directly into the cabinet at all.

He also had to destroy the door to get out of the closet.

...Wait a minute, come out of the closet—②

Steve's mind wandered off, was that what he meant?

No, it couldn't be, Angus didn't know much about slang or anything like that.

"You want to talk about business?" Fury looked at the three people opposite, clicked his tongue, and gave up continuing to create his black-faced image, "Then let's talk about business."

He turned around and took out a stack of photos from the file bag he brought over, turned around and threw them on the table.

Black and white photos were scattered all over the table, and scorched black twisted objects mixed with other completely carbonized substances were scattered in strange shapes.

"The scene has been cleaned up, and the only photos I have are here. The forensic doctor told me that at least 20 creatures were burned to death in this explosion, no matter what they were." Fury supported the table with his hands, scanning the three people in front of him one by one.

Steve stretched his hands away from the photos and looked at them, his chest slightly puffed up and then deflated.

"Now," Fury said, pulling a chair behind him, "I'm ready to listen."

"Whateverthecrapyyouguysdecidedto tell [no matter what nonsense you all negotiated to prevaricate me], as long as it makes me feel that it is okay to continue wiping your ass, I can accept it."

Steve put down the photo, Natasha shook her chair and Bucky looked at each other.

"You want the facts? Believe it or not, everything I say next is the truth." Steve looked directly at him. "Based on these facts, I hope you can make a rational decision about whatever comes next."

"You may be right in saying that a large part of these things are my personal problems."

"That means, with you or without you, there is nothing I should do less." Steve raised his hand and rubbed his lips, "You can decide, the only thing is whether you want to participate or not."

"Maybe I'm going to be emotional, and I'm going to be very emotional. Don't think I'm targeting you, I'm just doing what I think is right." Steve tilted his head and smiled, "So, you are ready Yet?"

Fury leaned back in the chair, left one arm on the table, and spread his hands: "You don't sound like the captain now."

"No, I'm speaking as Steve Rogers." Steve stood up, went to the corner of the meeting room and dragged the whiteboard, tried the oil-based pen, "Now, where do I start—"

"—Let's start with Bucky being rescued from the Hydra base by Angus."

He drew a line on the whiteboard, and at the very beginning, marked a dot.Fury twirled his tongue around his left half of his teeth, looked at Natasha and Bucky who were showing no expressions, snorted, turned his chair, and turned to face Steve.

Natasha made a fist under the table and aimed at Bucky. Bucky moved his hand down and touched her with a fist.

Natasha withdrew her hand, cleared her throat, and sat up straight.

"...Since they discovered the existence of the siren, and took action to capture a line, there are some things we don't know," Steve drew a circle on the line, added a question mark, and pulled an arrow , pointing to the fishing company I secretly investigated, "I guess it has a certain relationship with this company."

"At least, their actions are effective in forcing the Sirens to swim upstream to shallow waters."

"After getting the siren, they started the experiment. After discovering some of the characteristics of the siren, they couldn't get a second siren, so they chose to clone."

"Clone?" Fury said. "Where did you get that inference?"

Steve looked at him. "The ones in your photo, before the burn, all have the same features. Red hair, red tail, green eyes."

"Also, I happen to know where a clone with full vital signs is."

"Don't ask me about him, you know I won't."

"The question continues after I explain," Steve gestured, "OK?"

Fury twisted his mouth, endured it, and signaled him to continue.

"The cloning experiment went very well, because it didn't even take a year. As far as the technology I know, it's almost a miracle." Steve paused his hands, "Only God knows what they all did. What's up?"

"The next step is to make a profit."

Steve split the line into two and wrote a big 'profit': "Sirens have powerful self-healing power, their flesh and blood... I haven't calculated it specifically, but it may not be possible to completely cure all ailments of a person. It doesn’t take a lot of weight.”

"They sold the sirens that failed to be cloned to different merchants, and provided a certain degree of financial assistance to allow them to make money quickly."

"Connections and wealth, these are their biggest profit points at present." Steve closed the pen cap, then released it, looked at the whiteboard, and thought deeply, "They should all sell failed products."

"From what we've learned, I think they've even made price tiers for failures at different levels of finish."

Fury raised his eyebrows: "Now, I can understand why you said this is a personal issue."

Steve turned to look at him.

"So far, I haven't seen any problems that have a serious impact on us, except that the Hydra uses the Sirens to accumulate wealth." Fury folded his arms, "After all, the Sirens do not belong to any country. , and do not pay taxes.”

"Even if we really want to do something, we can only put them in the list of precious animals, and this behavior can be called a crime."

"Besides, this whole thing, it's a business, except that the Hydra organization behind it is in the shadows. So, tell me, Captain—" Fury bowed and leaned forward, "Now that you've learned At this point, why don't you go after Hydra, but continue to stay on the surface of the problem and find fault with these businessmen?"

"Are you kidding?" Bucky was speechless to Fury, "Of course it was to save the Sirens."

"Rescue the siren? I thought the main body was with Hydra. You have already said that all Hydra releases are products of failed experiments. Why bother?" Fury leaned back in his chair On, "Without the source of supply, they naturally have nothing to do, isn't it?"

Bucky rolled his eyes.

"My fault," Steve stopped Bucky from saying, "There are two most critical points here, and I didn't point them out for you."

He turned around and drew a circle over 'siren', then drew a branch line under 'profit'.

"I know you have a lot of questions. After I finish speaking, you can ask more questions. As for whether to answer or not, it depends on whether I think it is necessary."

"First, the siren's flesh does have a very effective repairing power, but the siren meat that is involuntarily removed is poisonous. No matter how much or how small the amount is ingested, the final result is death."

"The difference is just longer or shorter. I don't think the materials they use as raw materials are solicited voluntarily."

Steve brought over the way the siren poison works a little bit, deliberately creating a false impression that it would be misleading.

"That's what I need to know." Fury tugged on his clothes, his expression not very surprised.

"Second," Steve raised his hand and tapped the spur, "Hydra, as far as I know, they're not honest bad guys."

"Why is the cloning experiment still going on, why are there only various failed products that show traces. Why don't you directly operate various siren derivatives by yourself, but beat around the bush to find those businessmen who may not be trustworthy."

"Do you think they really just want to make some money?" Steve tapped his hand on the whiteboard, "No matter what they are going to do to put out the smoke screen, I'm sure it's not a good thing, let alone It's not a small movement."

"In this matter, we should not be optimistic. It is best to keep the most negative speculation."

Fury took a deep breath, then let it out, and closed his clothes: "Wow, it seems that we are busy."

"And...if it wasn't for the explosion, you still plan to get it done by three of you..." Freeby scratched the whiteboard that was already full, and shook his head, "God—is the future world real to you old antiques? too easy?"

"Haha, dontpushit, bigboss [don't continue, big boss]③. Before today, you didn't know anything." Bucky laughed twice, and circled his hands twice, "Without our actions, this, really If it explodes in the future, you'll just burn your ass."

"Whether you have the time to sit and chat with us is a question."

Natasha pressed the pen tip against her chin and turned her chair.

"That's why I'm working tirelessly to be the fairy godmother of your group of problem children." Fury got up, "I believe you have touched several factories, and I will not let go of the rest."

"Now, your main target is the Hydra behind you, and I will arrange the manpower for you."

"Deal?" He stood up straight, folded his hands in front of him, and looked at them.

Bucky almost laughed out of anger. He wanted to say something, but Steve spoke first: "deal. Then I'll leave it to you, Fury."

Fury raised his hand: "The fairy godmother is here, feel free to ask me for everything [just ask me for anything]."

Steve raised his chin slightly and put his hands on his waist, a little surprised.

Fury turned to leave.

Bucky wowed: "Is it my illusion or something? Am I the only one who thinks he's happy?"

Steve looked at Fury's back and frowned slightly.

"No matter what he is planning, I don't think we can get real news from him next." Natasha threw away the pen, "Did you hear, as long as we honestly follow the line of Hydra, He's the fairy godmother."

"If you don't follow the tasks he gave honestly, what's the matter? Become a dragon?" Bucky gave off signs of rejection all over his body.

"Perhaps, since the captain has given his handle, it's not surprising that he is happy." Natasha shrugged.

"What?" Bucky wondered.

"Yes, he knows that I need his power to protect Angus, and more importantly, to protect the group of sirens." Steve exhaled, "So, I am his power now."

"Are all your spies so complicated?" Bucky was confused.

"Don't look at me," Natasha pouted, "Fury's position is no longer the category of a spy chief."

"Look at the positive side, now, I can finally find the heads of Hydra without any scruples." Steve glanced at the 'hydra' he wrote on the whiteboard, "I will promise, this time, it Not just nine heads would be lost, but the whole thing would be destroyed."

If Fury is only happy with his compromise, that's all. If his ultimate goal is on the group of sirens, I can only say that I wish him good luck.

Sirens are not so easy to deal with. The way of thinking about them as rare animals that need to be protected is completely the reason why I suffered a lot in the first place.

"That's the goal." Natasha interrupted, "So, where is Angus?"

Steve hummed, picked up the eraser, and wiped the whiteboard: "He's doing fine [he's recovering well], I'll contact him later."

[Rogers, hear me? ]

Steve wiped the whiteboard clean and threw away the eraser: "It seems that it's not so good."

"Huh?" Natasha looked puzzled.

"I'm going to the toilet." Steve said hello and walked away.

"what?"

[You might want to find Angus, he's very...emotional right now.I don't think anyone else helped him ease his mood. ]

"What happened?" Steve frowned.

[……a lot of. ]

After Steve took care of some things, he took some time and went to X Academy, and then found that he had completely taken a detour.When I took out the key and opened the door, it was already around five o'clock in the afternoon.

"Angus?" The room was a bit dark, and the washing machine was making strange noises. It sounded like it was shaking violently, and Steve called out.

Juice rushed over, barked twice, and started biting Steve's trousers, pulling him forward.

Steve closed the door, patted the juice, touched a hand of water, and had a bad feeling.Turning on the light, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

The living room seemed to be flooded, water was everywhere.I don't know if the washing machine was shaking too much or something, it kept making bang bang noises, and when I walked in, I could see the kitchen and it was no better than the living room.

Steve entered the kitchen, picked up the bread soaked in water from the floor, looked around, and hissed.

"It seems really emotional..."

"Angus? Where are you?" Steve walked inside and turned off the overwhelmed washing machine.

"bedroom."

On his way to the bathroom, Steve circled back to the bedroom and opened the door.

Well, fortunately, the bedroom is safe.

"...badday? [Having a bad day?]" Steve leaned against the door and watched Angus sprawled on the pillow in his pajamas.

"I don't like sirens."

"Huh?" Steve approached and sat down on the edge of the bed, changing the position from the position where he was about to suffocate himself, "Why?"

"They are all seriously sick." Angus rolled on the bed, rubbed against his legs, and lay down on his stomach.

"Charles said that you had a conflict with that short-lived siren today." Steve squeezed his arm, which was cool and slippery. "Is it related to you staying with humans all the time?"

"No, it's just a personal conflict." Angus pouted.

"OK," Steve looked into his face, "are you just mad, or sad-mad?"

"Just angry." Angus stepped on his legs and got up, hanging on him, "Steve, I'm hungry."

"The juice peed secretly on the sofa again. I wiped it, and the water was turned over by it. Then he didn't want to take a bath, and ran into the backyard and came back, making it dirty everywhere."

Steve was silent for a while: "Angus, did you clean the living room?"

"Ah."

Steve..."Good job, very clean."

Carrying the fish on his back, Steve got up and went to the kitchen: "The kitchen, it's because I'm hungry, do you want to make something to eat?"

Angus hummed: "I want to be your share, but... I hate fire, they are too hot."

"...Do you want to cook for me?" Steve stopped and pulled the man from behind to his face and put him down.

"It didn't work," Angus put his hands behind his back. "It's all because of the fire. Why can't you eat raw?"

Steve laughed twice: "OK, later, I'll teach you how to mix salad, okay?"

"No fire."

"Okay." Angus put his arms around his neck, jumped, and wrapped his legs around his waist.

Steve's chin was hit by his forehead, he raised his head slightly, and supported his back: "Angus, you don't want to fall to the ground today, do you?"

Angus nodded, and Steve's neck was itchy with his fury hair.

"OK, I guess since it's been cleaned, maybe it doesn't need to be cleaned for the time being." Steve glanced at the watery living room, and carried him into the kitchen.

Although the posture is a bit awkward, it is not too strenuous.

It was just a joke to ask Angus if he didn't want to fall off the ground, but Steve didn't think that Angus really didn't get off his body overnight.

"I'm going to take a shower." Steve put down the book in his hand, and patted Angus who was sitting on his lap and playing Rubik's cube with his hands over his neck.

"Oh."

"...can you play on the bed first?" Steve wanted to laugh, but couldn't help but sighed.

"The bathtub is quite big."

"..." Steve smacked his lips, "Angus, you're very clingy today. What happened?"

Angus put down the Rubik's Cube in his hand: "You don't like it?"

"……That was not what I meant."

"uncomfortable?"

"...Neither."

"so?"

Steve hugged him and got up: "OK, let's go take a shower."

The state of conjoined twins lasted until the lights were turned off and went to sleep. Steve turned off the lights in the bedroom, turned around, and a cool body slipped into his arms.

Steve lowered his head slightly to look at the unclear top of his hair, and lay down on his body.

Pulling the fish up and lifting his chin, Steve lowered his head and kissed his lips: "Angus, I don't like sirens."

"I love you, that's why I care so much about Siren."

Angus looked up at him, and Steve kissed his forehead: "You hated humans at first, but now it's because I get along well with humans?"

"I'm just like you, of course, maybe not as annoying as you are."

"A little more clarity. The only siren I really care about is you."

Angus bit his ear and gritted his teeth.

Steve tilted his head, and hugged his body that was mostly on his body: "I love you, Angus, and what you are, um, really has nothing to do with it."

Angus let go, and lay down on his chest: "I don't like sirens."

"Because they all hate me for no reason."

"Hate you?" Steve was surprised, "Because you're with humans?"

"No, it has nothing to do with humans. It started before you appeared." Angus pouted.

"Meanwhile, everyone who doesn't hate me is dead. So, I guess, everyone hates me now."

Steve got up and turned on the light, sat up: "What? Why?"

"I don't know." Angus shrank under the quilt, his eyes were narrowed because of the light, and his eyes were blurred. "They don't even want to tell me why they hate me, as if I really want to know."

"I'm the only orphan among the Sirens. No group wants me, even if some groups don't even have any eggs survived." Angus blinked, "However, I can be sure that what you picked up is a genuine Siren." Ren."

"Because he hates me too."

Steve leaned forward and kissed him: "I'm sorry, Angus."

Angus pushed up and hugged him: "I don't care about them, what I have, they will never get it in their lifetime."

Steve laughed twice, then hummed: "Including me?"

"Then what else?"

"Well, my pleasure."

Steve strokes his hair thoughtfully.

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