Did Lowes succeed today? [Comprehensive British and American]

Rogers heard something buzzing all the time, holding a half-person-high cardboard box in his hand, he said to Esther, who was holding a quilt behind him with a full face of disgust, "Your The phone seems to be ringing?"

Ersten touched his pocket, "Well, it seems to have fallen into the house."

Rogers went in and put down the suitcase in his hand, then looked around.With this messy pile, I always feel that I will not be able to find my mobile phone for a while.

Although his things are not many, but also a lot.It still takes a while to move door to door.

Erce followed him, also aware of the incident, "Can you hear where?"

"I'll try." Rogers fumbled for the voice, and finally found the phone under the sofa cushion.Inadvertently glanced at the screen, Rogers raised his eyebrows, "Baron??"

Lowes hummed, "It's a colleague."

Rogers tosses him the phone.

Erce silently instructed Rogers to put his things away, and then answered the phone, "Hello——"

"We moved things out."

"Understood." Ess squinted his eyes slightly, and signaled Rogers to put down the cup that was absolutely not in line with his aesthetics.

"We need to start as soon as possible." The person opposite said in a low voice.

"Understood." Erce walked over and took away an ugly package gift toy.

"I want it." Rogers demanded in a low voice.

Erce frowned, played with his hands, and finally put it on the shelf, not killing them all.

Rogers took his hand and kissed it, and Erce shook it off.

"The doctor seems to be very close to Captain America recently?" The opposite continued.

Erce hummed, "Is there a problem?"

Rogers glanced at him, and he seemed to hear himself.

"No, we hope you can continue to maintain a friendly relationship with him." The other side laughed twice.

"Send me the address." Erth said lightly.

"Looking forward to meeting you."

Erce hung up the phone.

Rogers grabbed his stack of books, "Work?"

"Well, it's probably a side job." Erce flipped through his address book, glanced at Rogers, and finally did not change the string of delicate contact information on the phone.

"Shouldn't you take a few more days off?" Rogers was a little worried, "The side job is not that important, is it?"

"I'm ready." Ess squatted down and rummaged through the box, "Even if I don't go, I have to start work tomorrow."

Rogers actually felt a little reluctant, "Okay." He scratched his face, "It's time for me to cancel my vacation too."

"Why do you have so many odds and ends?" Erce picked up a Captain America figurine, "You have this too?"

"...This is a souvenir I gave when I visited the World War II Memorial." Rogers said shyly, "They do look alike."

"Speaking of which, do you know that all the profits from your image are counted into the veterans' settlement fund?" Erth squeezed the toy in his hand, "Do you need to fight for it?"

"They told me about it." Rogers shook his head. "It's not like I've lost my limbs. The old one can't move anymore. I don't need them to support me."

"Okay." Erce put down the villain in his hand.

"Speaking of which," Rogers paused, "Ers, are you special..."

"rich?"

"……Um."

"It's more than enough to support you." Ess pulled the corner of his mouth.

Rogers hesitated for a few seconds between maintaining his self-esteem and fighting for benefits, "Then, I will leave it to you to raise."

Erce blinked, "Okay."

Rogers smiled.

The move took an afternoon, and Erce sorted out at least half of the stuff.

Rogers had a deeper understanding of Erth.He argued hard to keep his cutlery.You must know that the ones in the Erce cupboard are really not suitable for a drool-filled environment.

It is best to give them a special cabinet for viewing.

"I bought them for use." Erce was puzzled by Rogers' thinking.

"No—" Rogers shook his head, "They don't look suitable at all."

It is estimated that the kitchen will be Rogers' territory in the future, so Erce let him go.

"Speaking of which, where do you put these things?" Rogers looked at the two boxes collected, "You don't really plan to throw them away, do you?"

Erce thought for a while, went to the porch and took out a key, "I have a warehouse."

Rogers snorted.

Erce glanced at the key and shook it, "Move things up, come with me."

Rogers snorted.

The warehouse Erth mentioned is a long-term leased container storage. When the rolling door is lifted up, there is a gust of cold air from the pavement inside.

Rogers smelled something like paint.Erce reached for the switch and turned it on.

The fluorescent lights were gradually turned on, and Rogers was dumbfounded.

Erce glanced at the warehouse, which he hadn't visited for a long time, and blinked a few times, "If you really don't want to throw it away, you can put the extra things here."

Rogers could still make out what was neatly arranged on the shelves in the warehouse, but... "kid, is your side job selling paint??"

Erce... "These are mine."

"...It's all yours?" Rogers was shocked.

"As time goes on, there will be more and more." Erce leaned halfway by the door, as if talking about something trivial.

Rogers wanted to laugh for a while, but felt helpless for a while, and teased, "Do you still have a warehouse for wine?"

Erce shook his head, then paused, and glanced at Rogers, "...I have a winery in France."

Rogers turned his head sharply, what is that?WTF?

"However, I don't actually drink much," Erce explained. "I just take a few sips when I have something to do. It's not alcoholism."

Rogers looked at Erth's wandering eyes, "...OK." Anyway, he will be watching in the future, so it's impossible to drink too much.

"I heard from Tony that your previous dream was to become a painter?" Rogers suppressed his shock. Everyone has one or two hobbies, but the doctor's performance is more... outstanding.

However, from this point of view, it is not a joke that the doctor said that he can support himself again.It's a very sincere word.

Erce nodded, "The dream died young."

Rogers laughed, "I like drawing too."

"I know."

"Tony also said that you like playing the piano." Rogers looked at Erth quietly. This sentence pattern appeared twice in a row, and there was a trace of resentment in it. "I still remember when the doctor said that he neither liked painting nor Can play the piano."

Erce hummed, "I really didn't like it at the time."

Rogers glanced at the warehouse, and then at him, his face full of disbelief.Erce didn't explain. When he went back, he asked Rogers and brought back some paint.

Bought picture clips and paper on the way.

"I haven't seen your painting yet—is there a finished product?" Rogers glanced at the tools in the back seat, curious.

"Most of them are sold." Erce thought of his paintings still in the bank safe.He glanced at Rogers, who couldn't see clearly, so he said, "What's wrong? Did you get something on your face?"

"No." Erce blinked, looking for a chance to take it out?

"If you want to see it, Tony should still have it." Erce recalled, "Maybe... I don't know where the rest have gone." I don't know if Strange will keep it.

Rogers was not surprised that Tony would keep Erth's paintings, but he was still a little awkward, "The paintings that can be sold seem to be very good."

"It's a big controversy." Ess said truthfully.

"Kid, you are a treasure." Rogers sighed.

In the past few days, Ess seemed to have given up all his weapons at once, presenting all of himself in front of him.

There are dolls in the cabinet, and the dolls are given names.There is a refrigerator full of wine, and there is even a winery.Although I don't paint much, I have a warehouse of painting materials.

A little cute, a little special.

I must know a lot more about doctors now.Rogers grabs his seatbelt and laughs, "That's nice."

Erce snorted suspiciously.

"It's nothing." Rogers took a deep breath, "kid, I like you so much."

Erce pursed his lips, but did not respond.Rogers tilted his head to look at him, laughing.Erce glared at him.Rogers laughed even louder.

After moving and settling down, the two officially started their cohabitation life.

I don't know if it was a buffer for them some time ago, and the cohabitation didn't require too much running-in. The tacit understanding seemed to have been adjusted a long time ago.

In order to accommodate Erce's bedtime, Rogers now moved his morning jog from four to six.When he went out in the morning, Erce just woke up and walked out of the room.

"I'm going out." Rogers stepped on the sneakers and found that the feet on different shoes are indeed different.

The doctor really did what he said before and took care of himself.Rogers couldn't hold back, walked over, kissed someone who was obviously still asleep, and was pushed away from his face.

"Not going out yet." Erce resisted.

Rogers really is in various ways like a big dog with lots of energy, not expending enough energy to be very lively.So much energy, and a slightly different pace from his life.

I don't really mind.

Rogers rubbed his neck, feeling lazy, "You're not going on a business trip today—I don't want to go out." He mumbled.

Erce shrank his neck, ignored him, and ate his breakfast by himself.

The phone beeped twice, Rogers was still not quite used to it, Louas gave him an elbow, and he realized that it was his phone that was ringing.

"Ah, I seem to have a mission too." Rogers looked at Natasha's message above, "Natasha said to pick me up later."

"Exactly." Ess nodded, "You have something to do, and I have something to do."

Rogers hummed, straightened up, sat on the chair next to him, and replied slowly.

"Your business trip is quite far this time. I heard that Sokovia is quite chaotic." Rogers looked up after replying to the message.

"Then you think there will be no chaos here?" Erce smiled half-smile.

Rogers pondered, "well, it's actually pretty much the same."

Rogers opened his mouth to eat the burnt edge of the fried egg that Erth fed, "Remember to keep the medicine close to your body." After speaking, he frowned, hesitated, and still didn't propose the idea of ​​getting another dog.

Erce took a look at him and knew what he was worried about. He stretched out his hand, "Mobile phone."

Rogers put the mobile phone issued by S.H.I.E.L.D. in his hand.

Erce docked his mobile phone with his own, and handed it back, "Actually, Tony designed a monitoring device for me before."

He dragged out a necklace from his neck that rarely left his body. It was the leftovers of the vibrating gold mine that Howard had given him at the beginning. "I am abnormal, and the necklace will send abnormal data through the mobile phone."

Erce shook the phone, "Now, you can also know my physical condition for the first time."

Rogers groped for a while, opened the heart-shaped APP, and looked at the electrocardiogram that was beating regularly, showing liking on his face.

"That means I can see your heartbeat every moment now?" Rogers' eyes sparkled.

Erce looked away and hummed.

Rogers sharply saw the fluctuation of the electrocardiogram rising strangely for a moment, and a guess attacked him in an instant.

He put the phone at an angle that he could see but Erth couldn't, leaned over and bit off a bit of the fried egg in his mouth, leaving a trace of the runny yolk on the corner of his mouth.

Erce leaned back as if nothing had happened.

Rogers looked at the electrocardiogram on the phone, and the corners of his mouth widened.Although it made him a little uncomfortable every time he guessed from Erth how close he and Tony were, but I have to say that the kinetic energy Tony made was really great!

Rogers stared at Erth with a strange look on his face.Erce pushed him, "Don't bother me to eat if I don't go out for a run."

Rogers grinned, put his hands on the back of the chair behind him, got up and kissed him deeply.

"Will the doctor miss me outside?" Rogers reluctantly let go of Erce until he kissed Erce and pinched the back of his neck with his hand, condescendingly, and blew in his ear, which was very ambiguous.

Erth's ears were stained with red clouds, "You're too hot."

"Say, will you miss me?" Rogers, who consciously pinched the doctor's heart, pushed forward.

"..." Erce couldn't push him, and stared at him, "You're so boring."

Rogers didn't care, he just continued to pay attention to the electrocardiogram on the screen, enjoying himself.

It was interesting to see that a call interface delayed his great career.He cleared his cough and stopped harassing the doctor, "Hello?"

"Are you not at home?" Natasha's voice came.

"I'm here."

"Then open the door for me."

"Are you there?" Rogers asked as he walked towards the door.

Erce hummed, and wanted to say something, and then thought, forget it, he will know sooner or later anyway.

Natasha heard the door opening behind her, turned her head, and looked at the door in front of her again.

Rogerston lives.

"You bothered the doctor early in the morning?" Natasha narrowed her eyes.

Rogers raised his eyebrows, "Nata—"

Natasha sneered.

Picking up the bag with the shield by the entrance, Rogers turned his head, "I'm leaving."

"Yeah." Erce waved his hand.

"Captain, you are moving very fast." Natasha sighed.How long has it been since the previous disaster in New York?

Rogers buckled up, just laughed and said nothing.

"Should I say congratulations?"

"If you want to say it, I won't refuse." Rogers bent his lips.

Natasha looked blankly.

After Rogers left, Erce finished his breakfast, packed up, and was ready to go out.

After nightfall, he arrived at Sokovia's private airport.

After getting off the helicopter, Ess took a step back, avoiding Strucker, who was about to embrace him with his arms outstretched—the head of Hydra's main research and development department, known as Baron Strucker.

"Oh, it's still so cold." Strack held his heart.

"Have you applied yet?" Erce said blankly.

"You know Pierce, he's baby 'him'. I'm not eligible." Strack waved his hand.

Although it was expected, it is still a pity.It didn't seem that easy to get Bucky out of Pierce's hands.Erce glanced at Sokovia who seemed extremely quiet in the dark night.

I don't know if this place will become a ruin again.

Strack stood beside him, "But this is Sokovia, and if you give some money, the experimental subjects will flock to it."

Erce frowned, "Experiments with insufficient qualifications are just consumables, which are a waste of manpower and material resources."

Strucker rolled his eyes, "That's why I'm looking forward to your arrival so much. I also want to see the doctor turn decay into magic."

Erce stopped talking nonsense with him, "Let's go. I can't leave for too long."

Strack smiled mysteriously, "Although I failed to succeed, doctor, did you succeed?"

Ess looked slightly sideways, and lifted the box in his hand, "I brought you a souvenir."

There was a trace of fanaticism in Strack's eyes, "He is indeed a ruthless doctor. I heard that he is your pillow now."

"Well, it's a very comfortable bed partner." Erth said calmly.

Strucker sneered twice, "Poor captain. I really don't know what he will do if he knows your true face..."

Erce stopped talking to him.

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