Did Lowes succeed today? [Comprehensive British and American]

Lowes went to bed exactly at ten, as usual, when he entered the house yawning.The dog doll by the bed suddenly raised its head, "Why did you enter the room?"

Lowes was taken aback, "Shouldn't I go in the house?"

Rogers was silent for a moment, "Where's Tony?"

Lowes waved his hand, "Drunk to death. He threw it on the sofa. Miss Pepper will come and collect him tomorrow."

Rogers snorted.

"You've been staying in Dodge?" Lowes asked strangely.It’s always dog yelling is not very good, so he named the doll DOGGY.

He turned his head to glance at the e-book next to him, but didn't open it.Rogers is now able to allocate a part of himself to control the e-book, and he will not enter it all at once.

"...Well." Rogers raised his hand as if trying to pinch his nose, but put it down after finding something wrong.

"Aren't you bored?" Lowes lifted the quilt, huddled into Dodge's side, and rubbed against him habitually.

Rogers looked down at him, with soft arms under his head, "Fortunately, I'm used to it."

Lowes was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open, he stuffed the e-book into his 'hand' and hummed, "What about today's story?"

Rogers held the e-book and felt like a tool man.After a while, "Erth, do you still need fairy tales to sleep now?"

Lowes rubbed the dog doll's stomach, and snorted perfunctorily, "Good night, Steve."

Rogers watched him fall asleep every minute, and sighed, "It seems that there is no need for a story."

He put the e-book on the bedside table, and looked at Lowes' face by the warm yellow night light.

Those who thought Lowes was good-looking probably hadn't seen him without his glasses.

Rogers reached up and slid his hand softly across his face, wrapped his cotton limbs around him, and let out a long sigh.

Lowes woke up with a start in the morning.

"You're still sleeping with a doll!" Tony, who found himself ruthlessly thrown on the sofa without even a towel or blanket, pushed open the bedroom door and laughed loudly when he saw the person sleeping in the arms of the dog toy.

Lowes was taken aback.Rogers was angry and funny, and patted his back lightly with his arm.

Lowes got up and looked at Tony.

Tony... not good.

"boom--"

"roll!"

Tony closed the door with cold sweat on his face. He didn't wake up until he heard several "bang bang" on the door.

Erth's waking up has become more and more lethal as he gets older.

Tony exhaled into his palm, sniffed it, and retched, "Do you have any new toiletries?"

Lowes sat up on the bed, low air pressure.Rogers hugged him and patted him on the back.Lowes turned over, stuffed Dodge into his arms, and said in a muffled voice, "Mouthwash."

Tony agreed, and his steps gradually moved away.

Rogers was held so tightly that he could not move, and the doll floated out, "Earth?"

Lowes glanced at the person floating out, and said coldly, "Come back."

Rogers….Silently drifted back into Dodge.

Lowes wrapped his hands and feet around the doll, closed his glasses, and took a shallow breath.

After a while, the movement outside stopped.

"Your painting is not bad, give me one." Tony shouted outside.

Lowes frowned and buried his face in the doll.Rogers patted the back of his hand lightly.

There was a sound of closing the door, and everything was quiet.

Lowes' brows loosened.After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes, "What did he take?"

Rogers hummed, "He said the painting is not bad, so take one away."

Lowes jumped out of bed and ran out of the bedroom.

Rogers quickly followed and floated out.

Lowes jabbed the elevator button, but it just stopped on the top floor, and he furrowed his eyebrows fiercely.

The long-faced man straightened his cuff buttons, and when the elevator door opened, he took a step back.Then they met a pair of eyes.He was taken aback.

Lowes glanced at him impatiently, entered, and continued to poke the button.

Rogers reminded, "Erth... we can contact Tony first."

Lowes frowned a little, touched his pocket, and paused.

He ran out in his pajamas, without his shoes on.Thinking that the painting of Rogers was about to be taken out of the building, he became very anxious and turned his head, "Strange, can I borrow a phone?"

Strand gave him a strange look.

"Lend me your phone, and I'll give you the piano for free." Lowes pressed his fingertips between his eyebrows, trying to suppress his irritability.Glasses forgotten.

Strange wowed, then slowly took out the phone from his pocket and handed it to him, "Please use it." The expression on his face was full of playfulness.

Lowes took the phone and started calling, "Anthony Edward Stark, I'll give you 10 minutes to send the painting back."

Strange glanced at him.

The elevator reached the first floor, and Strange stood outside.

"There's no reason, I won't give it!" Lowes raised his voice, and then coughed because it was too loud.

Strange glanced at him, scanning the much lighter scar on his neck.

"The Grim Reaper series is not acceptable. The others are up to you." Lowes raised his hand to press his forehead, "No, you can send it to me now. Otherwise, I will blow up your house."

The corner of Strange's lips curled, and he lowered his head and rubbed the floor.Although no one could see it, Rogers still felt a little embarrassed.

"Okay." The opposite party should have agreed to his words, and Lowes' expression became calm, "Okay, I promise you. Yes."

Strange looked up at him.

Lowes handed the phone back to him, with a strange voice, mixed with some wind-like breath, low and hoarse, "Thank you. The piano is here, and I will have someone send it to your house."

Rogers hissed.

"..." Strange tossed the phone, "You know my name, my house, and even the piano I want to buy?"

Lowes froze.Rogers covered his mouth, embarrassed by Erce.

"I'll be a medical student next year." Lowes said there was nothing wrong with that. "I've read a lot of your journals and reports. Just now I saw that the elevator comes down directly from the top floor. There is only one apartment on the top floor for people to live in."

There is another one under Tony's name. I thought it was too big to live alone, so I didn't move there.

Strange snorted inexplicably, "That's a good explanation." He put down the phone, "Nice to meet you, Mr...."

"Lo." Lowes licked his lower lip.Rogers glanced at him.

"Mr. Luo," Strange laughed, "good morning. The pajamas are of good taste. Looking forward to seeing you next time."

Watching him turn and leave, Lowes twitched and gathered his silver-blue silk pajamas.

"So, people still can't do bad things." Rogers joked.

Lowes pouted.

Rogers smiled lowly, "Okay, I won't talk about you. If he wants to send it back, let's go up first."

"No need, I'll wait below." Lowes looked back at all the people looking at him, forcing them to avoid him, and then slowly turned to the restaurant downstairs.

Rogers floated beside him, "What I admire most is that you are calm no matter what."

"I have a heart attack."

Rogers... "I was wrong."

Lowes bought himself a bear claw bread and a cup of milk tea, and waited for Tony to pay the bill.

Tony handed over the painting, watched him calmly eating bread in his pajamas, hesitated a few times, "I now admit that you are a painter."

"Huh?" Lowes made sure that the painting was intact, so it was normal.

"Only a real painter can be so eclectic." Tony sighed.

"...I'll give you the finished product in a week."

"I want this quality." Tony pointed to the painting in his arm.

"Can't do it."

"...That's not what you said just now!"

"Are you comparable to the one in the painting?"

"Then I'm a human! How can I compare?" Tony stared, "You're just making unreasonable words!"

"It will be drawn to your satisfaction." Lowes said helplessly.

"It's done. Draw until I'm satisfied!" Tony emphasized.

"Ah."

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