Did Lowes succeed today? [Comprehensive British and American]

The sun seemed nice, but there was no warmth.There was no one upstairs on the opposite side of the window. The window was open, but there was no sound of pedestrians and vehicles.

Just overhead fans and a football game on the radio.A football game that I have seen at the scene.

Rogers sat up, glanced at himself, and pulled off his shirt.Looking up at the ward, his eyes flickered.

There was a sound of opening the door.A woman with red lips and curly hair walked in, "Captain Rogers, are you awake? Do you need anything?"

Rogers supported the bed, the muscles in his arms tensed slightly, "Where is this?"

"This is a military hospital." The woman smiled.

"I ask again, where am I?" Rogers' blue eyes were deep.

The woman felt guilty when he looked at her, "I don't understand what you mean..."

Rogers stood up abruptly, something was wrong here, definitely not a so-called hospital.Taking advantage of the woman's lack of reaction, he rushed out of the door.

Seeing where he was just now, he paused.There is a deliberately set scene.

The high transparent dome, the smooth and visible floor, and the crowd in strange clothes.

"Emergency! The captain has run away!" The woman who was mercilessly knocked into the air struggled to get up, staggered across the broken wall, and shouted into the walkie-talkie.

Natasha listened to the notification that echoed throughout the institute, and smiled at the embarrassed Coulson standing next to her, "I told you, it's best for you to take Erth's suggestion."

"You must greet him in the 'gentlest way'."

Coulson coughed.

After taking a look, Rogers didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and quickly rushed towards the gate.

There is something like a gate at the door, and passers-by have to swipe a card to get in and out.He stretched out his hand and flipped out.

"Captain Rogers!" Still shouting from behind.

Rogers shattered the glass door with his shoulder and continued to rush forward, turning his head to see if anyone behind him had used a weapon.

'boom--'

With a muffled grunt, Rogers staggered, seeing the person he hit clearly, and reflexively reached out to grab his arm, preventing him from being knocked into the air by himself.

Lowes felt a pain in his shoulder and his vision blurred. Before he could fly out, he was pulled back suddenly and crashed into an overheated embrace.

"……Feel sorry."

When he was dazzled, he held down the fleshy wall in front of him, heard the voice clearly, and froze all over.

Rogers pinched his waist, which seemed too thin in his arms, bowed his head, and stood in place.Reason reminded him to keep running, but he couldn't move, "Well, are you okay?"

Lowes looked up.

Rogers looked at his face in a daze, a secret strange emotion fermented in his heart.Make people flustered.

It has temperature, elasticity, and breath.Wrapped in the heat, Louas's lips trembled, and suddenly turned purple.

Rogers' eyes were strange, and he didn't know himself.It was as if his heart had been dug out, and his heart began to twitch. He took a short breath, pressed his heart, and curled himself up like a shrimp.

Rogers panicked, at a loss, and hugged him even tighter, "Where did I hit? Where are you uncomfortable?? Are you okay?!! What should I do?"

This is what the group of people chasing after him saw.

Just now, he ran out like a dog, and the man who didn't look back frantically rubbed the person in his arms, his face full of nervousness of doing something wrong.

Lowes was dizzy and his body went limp.

"He looks like he needs help—" Rogers shouted nervously, hugging the slider.

Natasha, who was chasing after her, came to her senses immediately, and rushed over to reach out to catch her, "He's having a heart attack! Put him down—"

Rogers clenched his hands, reflexively dodging Natasha's hand.

Natasha paused, "Captain, he needs help!"

Rogers regained his senses, let go slowly, half-kneeled, and put the person on the ground, "I... I'm sorry."

Natasha glanced at him and unbuttoned Lowes' chest, "Earth! Erth, can you hear me? Where did you put the Jiuxin Pill??"

Lowes gasped for breath, and touched his trouser pocket with difficulty.

Rogers touched his pocket before Natasha, took out the medicine bottle, poured out two pills without hesitation, pinched his chin, and put the medicine under his tongue, "Hold it." Strange. , but it seems to have been rehearsed countless times.

Lowes groaned and closed his eyes tightly.

Natasha couldn't help but glanced at Rogers, and then looked away, "He needs a doctor, there is it."

Rogers frowned at her, as if checking her credibility.

Natasha... "He is the boss of this institute. They will try their best to save him."

Rogers froze for a moment, then looked down at the person lying down with a pale face.

Natasha wanted to continue her efforts, but Rogers grabbed Lowes's legs and picked him up, "You lead the way. Don't play tricks."

Natasha... okay.

Stationed in the research institute, the team led by Coulson rushed out and got stuck at the door. When they saw people turning their heads, they made way by the door without embarrassment.

The lady who had just been knocked into the wall silently rubbed her numb half of her body, then looked at Lowes who was being held horizontally by Rogers, with a complicated expression.

For a moment, Lowes really thought he was going to die.The hand in his pocket barely stretched out and cut off the artery of the person in front of him with a blade.

After discovering that his sudden heart attack was really due to the rescue pills under his tongue and slowly recovering, he felt inexplicably as if he had punched himself into the cotton.

Probably, I am indeed an insignificant node in history.It doesn't matter whether you die or not, how you die, or how you want to tamper with it.

Rogers noticed Lowes's slow and relaxed posture, and lowered his voice, "...Are you awake? Are you okay? Does your heart still hurt?"

Natasha knocked her feet and suddenly got goosebumps all over her body.

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Lowes reluctantly opened his eyes with a cold voice.It's just because of weakness and loss of strength, "I'm fine."

Rogers breathed a sigh of relief, grinned, and showed a bright smile, "That's good."

The corner of Lowes' mouth twitched.Natasha held her breath, hiding her presence.

"...You can let me down now." Loweston reminded me angrily after a while.

Being hugged by the princess and walking through most of the research institute is really ridiculous.

Rogers snorted, bowed and put the man down carefully.

Natasha twisted her face, then bit her mouth tightly to prevent herself from laughing out loud.

Listening to Natasha's uncontrollably hissing strange movement, Lowes closed his eyes, "Hand."

"Ok?"

"Let go of your hand!"

Rogers was so hot that he quickly withdrew his hand that was still on his waist, rubbed the hem of his pants, the sweat in his hand, and said awkwardly, "...I'm sorry, I..."

Lowes was finally let go and stood a little further away.

Rogers moved a small half a step after him, and the oppressive body approached again, "I didn't mean to." He lowered his head, his eyes seemed to be glued to someone's body.

Lowes was forced to step back half an inch by the chest muscles close at hand, resisting his urge to continue to back up, and gave Rogers a sinister look.

Rogers took a big step back silently, "...I'm sorry."

With a puff, Natasha turned around in a hurry, preventing the two parties from seeing her face.

Lowes tugged at his crumpled coat and took a deep breath.He put two fingers together and raised his hand, "Head up."

Rogers leaned his neck back, letting those two fingers hold down the artery on the side of his neck, stiff as a piece of wood.The hand stretched out unconsciously again, aiming at the waist of the person in front of him.

Lowes pressed his pulse with one hand, and raised the watch with the other.Realizing what his hand was trying to do, he glanced at him.

Rogers immediately put his hands behind his back and said reflexively, "I'm sorry."

Lowes withdrew his gaze and continued to pinch his watch.

Rogers looked at the person who was slightly shorter than his eyesight, with a strange light in his eyes.Like a big dog on a leash.

After confirming that the heart rate was normal, Lowes retracted his fingers, raised his hand to caress his arm, and pressed on his tendons.

Rogers resisted his reflex of wanting to struggle and let him move.

"Hemp?" Lowes asked.

"It's ok!"

Lowes paused with his fingers and raised his eyes.

"...not numb."

Lowes' face darkened, and he strengthened his fingers.Rogers' face contorted for a moment, and hissed, "Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma!"

Lowes snorted, threw away his arm, and put his hand on his chest, "Take a deep breath."

Rogers inhaled sharply.

Lowes frowned, "Slow down!"

Rogers held his breath.

Lowes couldn't hold back... "What's wrong with your brain?!"

Rogers couldn't bear being scolded a little bit, quietly watching his face and breathing carefully, he was really wronged and humble.

The angry Lowes coughed, pursed his lips, retracted his hands, and couldn't help but rubbed the space between his brows.

"Don't worry... I... I'm sorry." Rogers didn't know what he did wrong, flustered.

Natasha's eyes became more and more strange.

Lowes rolled his Adam's apple, moved his legs, and licked his lips to calm down.Raise your hands to press his jaws on both sides, lift his face, "Swallow."

Rogers obediently followed suit.

Lowes released his jaw. "Look at me."

Rogers' eyes fell on him, and Lowes froze for a moment, almost forgetting what he was going to do next, "...follow my fingers."

He raised his finger and panned slowly to the left, and Rogers looked over.After moving both sides, Lowes retracted his fingers that seemed to be scorched by the gaze.

"It seems that there are no sequelae for the time being." Lowes looked away and put his hands in his pockets, "You are very healthy."

"Are you a doctor?" Rogers responded.

"You guys can take it away." Lowes turned back to Natasha.

Natasha snorted.

Rogers looked at the person who was about to turn around and walked up.

Natasha reached out and grabbed him, Rogers frowned and turned away.

"...Captain Rogers," Natasha saw the sternness and reluctance in his eyes, "You must have a lot of questions, don't you?"

Roger paused, then turned his head to look at the tall figure who didn't look back, "Yes."

"We will give you a detailed explanation." Natasha smiled formulaically.

Rogers couldn't help but glanced at the direction Lowes left, and he couldn't see anyone anymore, "Isn't he with you?"

Natasha..."He is the doctor in charge of resuscitating you, and will be in charge of your physical health for a long time after that. So..." Stop reading!

Rogers snorted and glanced in that direction again.

Natasha couldn't hold back, "Captain, do you like men?"

Rogers froze for a moment, looked at her strangely, and emphasized, "I'm a man."

Natasha raised a smile, "Really?" I thought you were a dog.

"Come with me, it won't take you too long." Natasha looked at the person who hadn't planned to move, "... After the talk, I'll send you to have a blood test."

"Did he check?" Rogers asked.

"……Correct."

"Where are we going?" Rogers walked away.

Natasha... huh.

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