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

"So, there is no plan to throw him away." Angus crossed his legs and swayed, "I can actually help, and it doesn't take more than a minute to get him 'wh--'."

He swung his forearm in the air, looking expectantly at Charles opposite.

"You also saw Hank's appearance." Charles was speechless, "Aren't you worried that he will leave with him?"

Angus put his hands down, not paying attention: "We can just tie him up."

"How long is it tied? Can it be completely eliminated by tying it up? If so, how long will it take to clear it? For a lifetime? Do you have a number?"

"No."

"That's it."

"I just made a suggestion. Didn't you encourage us to express our opinions more?" Angus, who had most of his opinions rejected, rolled his eyes.

Charles sighed, "We can't risk Hank."

"I remember consciousness, thinking, isn't it your strong point? You can't think of a way?" Angus put down his crossed legs, "Hypnosis, suggestion, etc."

"You think I haven't tried?" Charles twitched the corner of his mouth, "If I could really fix this effect, Hank wouldn't have come to this level in the first place without me knowing."

"It's as if that kind of liking and maintenance is innate or spontaneous," Charles rubbed his brows, "I wonder if Hank is in love with him."

"Well, this is the most unlikely." Angus pouted.

Charles glanced at Angus, looked away slightly, with concerns in his expression.

"So, besides forced isolation and complete erasure of memory, do you have any other options?"

"Find him another siren."

"A mark marked by a siren can only be covered by the other."

Charles' eyes drifted to Angus, Angus was picking his hands, and when he noticed his gaze, he looked back: "...I don't want to do that."

"It was you and I who threw the siren to Hank before, and we were responsible." Charles tried to persuade him, "I can talk to him over there with Steve, he will understand.

"In addition, the main reason is you! You never mentioned to me that the siren can also affect people's thoughts. I thought it was only the weather."

Angus scratched his hair, sat up straight, and clicked his tongue: "Where do I know what Hank did to attract his attention?"

"Besides, even if I agree, I won't."

"Isn't this... the siren's instinct or something?" Charles wondered.

"Yes." Angus shrugged.

"Then why can't you?"

"Then I won't, you bite me." Angus' face turned dark.

"...Then what's the matter with you and Rogers?" After realizing that something was wrong with Hank and confirming it with Angus, Charles had always had this kind of concern.

If it's the nature of sirens to confuse people, what's going on between Steve and Angus?

"If I could use that simple method, do you think I would spend so much effort and spend so long with him?" Angus gave Charles a blank look, "I didn't know it was also useful for people before."

"..." Charles was in a complicated mood. He didn't know whether to be sad or relieved for a while, "I don't care about your affairs, as long as you are happy."

"of course."

"Anyway, try to separate Hank from the siren first," Charles sighed. "Fortunately, apart from subconsciously defending the siren, Hank still has basic judgment."

"Then do you have anything else to do?" Angus got up from the chair, "I have to go to class, I have been off for several days."

"Go ahead and stop skipping class," Charles warned him.

"I think my class schedule can be changed," Angus said with a serious face. "I don't even know the history of the Sirens. Why do I have to recite your important dates?"

"Remembering when and what happened is not the purpose of learning history. You should pay attention to other things." Charles put away the books on his desk, "Keep studying, Angus."

"I have great confidence in you."

Angus let out a snort, clattered himself, slammed the door shut and left.

Charles laughed twice. In fact, as a teacher, high-quality students like Angus are still very popular.

The red-tailed siren never woke up again, and Hank was slowly separated from the red-tailed siren by Charles in a planned way, and the effect seemed to be good.

The seemingly peaceful days passed quickly, and neither Angus nor Steve came home recently.Juice was taken by Angus, and has been successfully promoted to the school favorite of X Academy.

Angus didn't lose a piece of flesh because of his frequent forgetting, and even got stronger. He was so happy that he couldn't find the north.

The main reason is that Steve has started to go out on missions for a long time, and it is basically impossible to find him in the country, and they are all in very remote places, far away.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is a derivative of the military and Fang, but it is independent of the military and Fang, has a high amnesty power, and is directly subordinate to the highest political and authority organizations.

Therefore, it is not difficult for such an organization with a high degree of freedom and secretive actions to bring down a few emerging companies. The real trouble is other things.

"Police! Put your hands on your head!" The young man with a sick look sharpened his eyes after taking the vial secretly handed over by the person on the bench next to him. He got up and drew the gun from behind his waist. allowed him.

"What?!" The man raised his voice in disbelief, and when he was about to run, a disguised police car quickly surrounded them.

After being taken into custody, the young officer in charge of 'fishing' washed off the sickly yellow paint on his face and some thin tape used to add creases.

"What day is it this week?" The woman working on the paperwork in the police station glanced at the row of people handcuffed on the bench, and shook her head, "We don't have enough cells."

The police officer wiped his face, glanced at the row of drunks vandalizing public property, most of them were criminals selling contraband, as if remembering something, he took out a small bottle from his trouser pocket and threw it to the recorder: "Just make a mark Close the file."

"Yes, sir."

"What the hell is this?" The woman glanced at it, then typed on the computer, searching for the records of the newly arrested trafficker.

"God knows," the police officer threw away the towel to wipe his face, "it's true that the more banned things are sold more, the price of this stuff on the black market can already exceed gold."

"What?" The woman stopped the movement of her hand, "Has the analysis department analyzed anything? I only heard that it is very powerful."

"It can prolong life, rejuvenate the old, and heal without medicine. There are all kinds of sayings."

"They also said that meth1 can make people go to the sky." The policeman sneered, "You believe it too."

The woman also laughed twice.

"However, we are not qualified to analyze. Once similar things are seized, they will be handed over directly, and they will be destroyed in a centralized manner without our hands at all." The policeman put his hand on the baffle on the table and looked at the person next to the chair.

"I've been caught like this recently, and I'm a little annoyed. It doesn't feel good to be kept in the dark." The policeman pouted and raised his hand, "But an order is an order."

The handcuffed man peeked at them with his dim eyes, and then he smiled nervously: "I know, for selling this, you can only detain me for a few days at most."

"Oh? It seems that you really want to try the luxurious cell where we already housed 13 strong men?" The policeman buckled his belt and walked over.

The man closed his mouth, and leaned to the side as if he was asleep, silent.

Scenes like this are common in police stations everywhere.

Fury dropped the briefing and looked at the person in charge opposite: "So, what do you want to know?"

"You come from the military and the military. You may think that we are just people who eat donuts and drink coffee every day, check for drunk driving, and do nothing." Some bald leaders smiled, "But, we do still have a lot of very important things. things are going on.”

"This thing," he took out a palm-high bottle from his drawer, "has exhausted my people, and I haven't gained anything for a long time."

"You don't tell us why the circulation of this kind of thing is banned, and even if we catch it, at most we warn you that it must be released after three to five days of detention."

"When you first sought cooperation, you said that with our dispatched police force, it would take less than a week to solve the problem. But it has been almost two months now, why can't I see the end at all?"

Fury reached out and took the bottle, looked at the shallowness inside, and shook it: "I must say, the current situation is a bit beyond my expectation."

"Just some? Really?" The person in charge tapped his fingers on the table, "Do you want to know how many of my police officers have received all kinds of overt and covert warnings and threats from different fields recently?"

"Warn us to stay away from these things."

"If you don't give a stronger explanation, I'm sorry, we really can't continue to spend a lot of resources on this pointless thing."

Fury put away the bottle, stood up, and said with a half-smile, "I believe that you will get a reasonable explanation soon."

Standing in the elevator, Fury glanced at the overhead camera.

"Notify the above that I need a more authoritative transfer order." Fury threw the bottle to the agent behind him. "Also, continue to check the source of the goods. Those cunning businessmen have not stopped production."

"Yes."

Originally, the circulation in the Ming City was gradually investigated as each company was gradually ordered to stop production for various reasons.Those who have not been found, all turned to the dark market.

Although things have been compressed to a certain extent within a certain range, it does not mean that they have been reduced.

On the contrary, under high pressure, they accumulate more energy.

In an unknown mountain range, Steve raised his shield and smashed open the alloy door in front of him, and pushed it hard.

"Oh god," Bucky put on his helmet and looked inside, "after six misses, finally—"

Steve unbuttoned the mask under his chin, looked at the petri dishes in front of him, and took a breath.

The bombing outside continued.

"Hey boys, did you find anything?" Natasha's voice came from her ear.

Steve pressed the headset, panting slightly: "Yes—we found it."

"Really a clone?"

"……Correct."

"How many?"

Steve glances at the scene in front of him: "well, plenty—[a lot.]"

Bucky is beside Steve: "So, what do we do now? Ship them all back?"

Steve was silent for a while, then said, "No, blow up this place."

"What?!" Bucky raised his voice, then lowered it, "Are you serious?"

"Yeah," Steve said, securing the shield to his forearm, "I mean it."

"but--"

"They don't count as alive. It's so sad like this." Steve said in a low voice, "Angus said that no matter how many such things there are, there must be only one that is really alive."

"Our goal is only one." Steve closed his eyes, tightened his hood, and looked stern.

He took out the bomb from the back of his waist and stuffed one into Bucky's hand.

"Let's set it up." Steve patted Bucky on the shoulder.

Bucky held the bomb, and wrinkled his baby-fat face: "God, I'm so guilty, they look so..."

"At least it's not too far from the sea. Maybe the rain will send their ashes back to the sea."

"Oh," Bucky took a deep breath, and turned to the corner opposite Steve, "So, every time we find the truth, do we have to deal with it like this?"

Steve paused his hands and glanced over: "...Yes."

Bucky scolded: "Why do others who do bad things, but I have to be overwhelmed by guilt."

"We'll find the main body before they make a bigger mess." Steve said firmly.

"I hope so."

The captives of Hydra who were alive took poison and committed suicide almost at the moment of being caught, and those who were too late were all twisted open their jaws one by one by their backup, tied together and taken away.

After installing bombs all over the base, Steve let Bucky go out first, and he was in the rear.

Looking at the unreal scene inside the door, Steve's eyes darkened, and he lowered his head slightly: "Sorry——"

Pressing the detonator in his hand, Steve turned and prepared to leave.

"Thank you."

He suddenly turned his head and looked behind him, facing his petri dish, a red-haired siren with eyes that should have been closed was looking at him with open eyes.

Reflexively wanting to rush back, Bucky grabbed him by the back of the collar: "What are you doing! It's about to explode! Go away!"

Steve came back to his senses and ran out of the base with Bucky.

The explosion started to spread from the deepest part, and the rumbling sound lasted for a long time. Half of the mountain collapsed before finally stopping.

Fortunately, they are all uninhabited areas.

There was a thunderbolt overhead, and the torrential rain began to pour.

Steve looked up at the foggy jungle treetops, wiped the rain off his face, and looked down at his hands.

"Hey buddy, are you okay?" Bucky patted him on the shoulder.

Steve put his hands down: "It's okay, I just think it's raining and it's timely."

"So we have taken away all the clues we have now, maybe we can rest for a day or two." Bucky rubbed his stiff shoulders from sleeping in the car, on the plane, and in the sleeping bag, "Your gift is ready Ok?"

Steve laughed, and walked towards the fighter jet with him: "Actually, two days ago, the store notified me that it was ready, and I can pick it up when I go back."

"Oh—that's sweet." Natasha sighed while holding the controller of the aircraft.

Steve smiled and pinched his nose.

"Anyway, let's hurry up and get you guys to meet. After so many days of bad and dead, I really need to see you two okay.

Out to play at night? " Natasha suggested.

"Okay." Steve agreed.

"Your bar, free." Bucky looked at Steve.

"Okay—I'll invite you." Steve said helplessly.

Steve glanced at Hawkeye, who had been silent at the tail end of the plane, and hesitated for a moment: "Hey, Barton, do you want to come with us?"

Natasha and Bucky looked at him together.

Button put away his arrow: "I still have some things."

Bucky shrugged his shoulders: "It's a pity."

"address."

"what?"

"Address, I will go by myself later."

"Haha, you don't need an address. The most famous bar in Brooklyn, the Carton Club. You won't be mistaken." Bucky put his arm on it immediately, smiling maliciously,

"You can be my wingman, and Steve is terrible at that."

Barton began to think that it was too late for him to refuse now.

Steve laughed: "Then, let's meet there at eight o'clock in the evening. I'll ask the clerk to reserve a seat for us."

"Since there are so many people, why don't you call Howard, I'm sure he wants to come." Bucky added, "Maybe you can call that old single."

"can."

"Then can I bring my girlfriend?" Natasha turned her head.

"What? Girlfriend? Can you even handle women now?"

"Girl-friend, you fool." Natasha was speechless.

"Of course, the more you bring, the better!" Bucky immediately welcomed, "I need to relax."

Steve smiled: "It seems that I need to prepare a lot of drinks."

"Free." Bucky emphasized.

"it is good--"

Jewelry Shop.

"Good day, I'm here to pick up what I ordered." A man wearing a hat pushed the door in, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a perfect figure.

"Sir, please show your list." The voice of the shopping guide was sweet.

"Yes, here." He flipped through his wallet and grabbed out the folded note.

"Angus Cullen?"

"Yes." He smiled.

After the shopping guide lady took out the ordered items, she was a little surprised, and then kept smiling professionally: "I believe your lover will like it, I wish you happiness."

He took the box, opened it and took a look: "Thank you."

After paying part of the deposit, he turned and left the store.

Lifting the brim of his hat, Steve glanced at the sky, smiled, and rode his motorcycle to Westchester.

Angus lay down on the grass, closed his eyes and dozed off, and then jumped up from the grass.

Before walking out of the garage, Steve was full of people who suddenly appeared and bumped into him, and took half a step back.

Steve hugged him and laughed: "You feel it again?"

"It took you a long time this time." Angus rubbed his neck.

"Yes, it's been a while." Steve felt comfortable all over, bowed his head and kissed him, "So, shall I take you out to play today?"

"where to?"

"Uh, even though it's for fun, it's probably just to get together with my teammates, those you know or not, and have fun. Is it okay?" Steve patted his head.

"Okay." Angus jumped on him, "Let's go."

"Wait a minute, I want to ask Charles to do me a favor." Steve steadied him.

"Oh."

Steve stood for a while, eye to eye with Angus: "Are you going to get off me?"

Angus shook his head.

Steve...

"You." Steve raised his hand and pinched his face, hugged him, and looked at him for a while.

Look around, empty garage.

"Miss me?"

"Ah."

Steve looked at it for a while longer.

"Are you kissing or not?" Angus patted him.

Steve moistened his lips, supported the back of his neck and kissed him deeply, Angus put his arms around his neck and snorted.

After a little delay, it was already a quarter of an hour when Steve and Angus found Charles.

Angus wrinkled his face in displeasure when he realized where Charles was, and Steve tugged at him: "What's wrong?"

"Hank can't get too close to him, only Charles is fine. So, Charles will take care of the siren himself." Angus shrugged.

"He must have sent you there on purpose, who knows what bad tricks he's thinking of."

"...Well, then you probably misunderstood. Maybe Charles knew why I came to him for help..." Steve pinched his nose and glanced at Angus.

"What do you want him to do?" Angus looked at him.

"It probably has something to do with you." For some reason, Steve felt a little guilty.

"It has something to do with that siren?" Angus' expression froze.

Steve immediately tightened his hand: "I know you hate other sirens. But that one, we put it here, is our responsibility."

"I've always wanted to throw him away, but none of you are willing, why is it my responsibility!" Angus opened his hand and glared at him.

"...Sorry, my fault." Steve pulled him back again, "My responsibility, okay?"

"No." Angus opened him again, "Why is he your responsibility? Your responsibility is clearly mine."

"Of course, absolutely. I swear..." Steve coughed, trying to get serious.

"Why are you happy?" Angus was angry.

Steve reached out and half hugged him: "No, I, I didn't."

"Now you're still lying." Angus narrowed his eyes.

"Okay," Steve laughed, holding him tightly, "I just... think you're cute when you lose your temper."

"What?" Angus put his hand on his neck, his nails gleaming.

Steve had to let go slightly, and distanced himself: "I'm sorry, I just haven't seen you for a long time. No matter how you look at it, you think it's very cute, I like it very much, and I'm happy."

Angus raised his eyebrows: "You really have something wrong."

"Yeah, yeah, there's something wrong with me." Steve brushed away his nails, "Just this once, I need to make sure of something."

"please—"

Angus put down his hand, still unhappy.

Steve touched his trouser pocket, hesitated, and decided to take it out later.

If Angus loses his temper when he proposes to talk to that siren, and he releases his ult ahead of time, he may not be able to coax him.

After a while, Steve felt he had made a good decision.

"You want to talk to him?" Angus kicked Steve's knee.

Steve's knees gave way and he almost knelt down: "Just a very quick question, I swear!"

"We're a little bit behind schedule, so I think he might know something."

Angus snorted, turned and left: "I don't want to play with you anymore."

"Angus!" Steve tried to follow.

"My name is Ross, nice to meet again, Steve."

Angus paused, and Steve grabbed his arm, and the two looked back in unison.

"So he's awake on the hour now?" Steve looked at Charles.

"Actually, he hasn't woken up since the last time." Charles silently raised his vigilance, both the one inside the glass and the one outside the glass.

"Meet again? Steve?" Angus looked at Steve.

Steve groaned, he definitely didn't do anything, but the look in Angus' eyes made him feel like he had betrayed him: "I destroyed a base before and met other clones."

"One of them spoke to me."

"Just one sentence." Steve coughed. "So, you came here to talk to him?" Angus pursed his lips.

"No, I came to see you." Steve immediately denied, "I just remembered on the way here that there is another one here. I just want to try it."

"I really came to see you and take you back to Juju."

Charles held back, he didn't smile, but raised his hand and clenched his fist against his lips.

Then he accidentally learned something, and he gave Steve a strange look, the corners of his lips curled up, and he clicked his tongue twice.

Angus looked at the red-tailed siren through the glass of the fish tank, and pushed Steve aside: "And, you! How dare you talk to him?"

"I just want to say thank you, you savage monster, do you understand?" The siren who called himself Loth wagged his tail, obviously much more energetic than last time, "He destroyed those, I was too distracted by those things gone."

Steve... savage monster... Angus?

Angus heheed twice.

"I can feel less 'me' and better spirits." Rose looked at Steve. "You did it, didn't you? I know."

"You're okay, if he disgusts you, I can help you escape."

"I'm prettier than him, and I'm stronger than him. I can definitely help you."

Steve raised his eyebrows, what does that mean?

Angus slapped the glass and made a bang: "If you don't like this burden so much, I can burn it all for you."

"If you could!" Ross looked back at him. "You can't do anything, can you? You're just a savage, disgusting newborn!"

"Do you want to try what I can do?" Angus bared his teeth.

"Then you want to try what I can do? I'll take away all your good things!" Through the glass, the one inside was not to be outdone.

"You should try it!" Angus raised his hand and was about to lift the glass in front of him, "With your appearance, I can kill ten with one hand!"

"You are so savage—!! Since you are alive and well, then I will help you and kill you and feed you to the fish!" Ross hissed.

Angus's ear fins were completely exposed, and they were tense and trembling.

Steve felt that things were not going right, strode over, hugged him, lifted him up, and quickly walked towards the door: "Angus, let's go. Otherwise, it will be too late for the party."

[Charles, help me ask, does he know where his body is! ]

"Hey--" Charles covered his ears to stop the sirens who were angrily smashing into the glass, "Loss, don't you? Do you want to talk to me?"

Obviously a bit weak, the red-haired siren lay on the glass: "Human? You are also a kind of human."

"Whatever it is, it's disgusting, stay away from me." The red-tailed siren sank to the bottom of the bathtub, resting on its stomach.

Charles... ok.

"Well, I'm probably one of the good things Angus has." Charles hesitated for a while, then smiled.

Ross looked back at him: "You?"

"Yes, I am his teacher."

"Teacher? Can he still have a teacher? He shouldn't have anything!"

"..." Charles... It seems that Angus's relationship with fish is not very good.

"So, do you want to talk to me?"

"I'm out of strength. That savage, rude, ugly, disgusting fish—damn newborn." Ross cursed in a low voice, his eyes half closed, and he lost his spirit.

"Hey, do you know where you are?"

"do not know."

Charles looked at the red-tailed siren who had fallen asleep completely, and tapped the side of the wheelchair with his fingers, which seemed useless.