Did Lowes succeed today? [Comprehensive British and American]

Saul pulls back Banner, who he feels is least likely to laugh at him. "I have a question."

Banner said in a good temper, "What's wrong?"

Saul glanced at Lowes, who was pulling Rogers' clothes and walking back: "I thought we had a hostile relationship with him. So, why can he participate in our next arrangement? Still living here? We shouldn't catch him?"

Banner was startled.

Thor watched him curiously.

"...Probably because this is a family member." Banner said with difficulty, "You know, Stark is in charge of our funds, and Rogers is in charge of arranging our actions. One is an older brother, the other is a lover, and he has a very powerful nepotism relation."

Sol sighed: "Is that so." He shook his head, "Mortal."

Banner was also persuaded by the reason he came up with on the spur of the moment, so it wasn't that he didn't realize that they were still hostile.

"I said they won't care." Lowes slammed on the bed when he returned to the room.

"...They just didn't react. When they did, they didn't want to admit that they didn't." Rogers picked up his leg and pushed him on the bed.

"You guys are very interesting." Lowes grinned.

Rogers reached for the bedside table.

Lowes rolled over on the bed and huddled under the covers.I started to touch the mobile phone that I might have thrown in some corner.

Rogers took out a tube of ointment from the drawer and put it on it: "Did you not take a shower?"

Lowes raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you say you couldn't find it?"

Rogers lifted his quilt, lifted him up, and walked to the bathroom: "I said I found it, can I take you away on the spot to get the medicine?"

Lowes was hanging upside down, kicking his legs with his toes forward: "Are you very slippery now?"

Rogers held his ankle: "Still moving around."

In two or three strokes, the person was stripped naked, put into the bathtub to soak and wash.After drying off and carrying it back to the bed, he began to examine the slightly hidden wound.

Lowes was drowsy, and the waiter was about to fall asleep at any time.He hadn't quite reacted after being turned over, but there was a chill behind him, and he snorted.

Rogers frowned: "Don't mess around next time."

Lowes snorted.He was lying on the pillow, tilting his head to look down at his ass, and he was in a good mood just discussing the future development direction of the Avengers with the same expression.

"...Don't push hard." Rogers pressed his back.

Lowes said, "Steve, it's called an unconditioned reflex. It's a physiological response, not mine."

Rogers was speechless.

Lowes lay on the bed, completely unconcerned about his unconditioned reflex and Rogers who was gradually sweating: "It's a little cold."

Rogers gave him the medicine with difficulty and breathed a sigh of relief.He took off the disposable finger cot, pulled the quilt over and covered him.

"Go to sleep." He leaned over and kissed Erth's side face, then turned to go to the bathroom.

Lowes glanced at him: "I can help you."

Rogers grabbed the bathrobe: "How long do you want to lie down?"

Lowes pointed to his mouth.Rogers..."Sleep with you!"

Lowes let out an oh, and went back to sleep.

Rogers, who rushed into the cold water, looked down at himself, no, there are pictures.

In a daze in the morning, Lowes opened his eyes and saw 'Rodgers' who was floating aside and looking at him. He shrank into his warm embrace and said, "Good morning."

'Rodgers' rubbed his hair: "You have never been so keen on this kind of thing before. Fortunately, the fever subsided in the middle of the night, otherwise you will feel even more uncomfortable today."

"I just simply like having sex with you." Lowes yawned, still sleepy, "It's very comfortable."

Rogers had nothing to say, he could only think about being more careful.

Lowes woke up, and smiled when he remembered that he failed to stick to the goal yesterday because he was too sleepy.

And 'Rodgers' couldn't stop him at all.Even because of what he saw with his own eyes, under the double stimulation, he became even more uncontrollable.

Awakened, Rogers fell into a brief life of doubt.

Lowes stared at him and swallowed: "...a bit fast, is it because he didn't wake up?"

Rogers half-covered his face, blushing, and the aftertaste was still lingering in his body for a long time. There was too much discrepancy between imagination and reality, who could bear it.

After a while, he stretched out his hand and pressed the bright red lips: "Do you know what makes you shrug your waist?"

Lowes climbed up to his ear: "Aren't you my doggy~"

Rogers hissed, lifted the covers and went to the bathroom.After calming down and waking up, he came back and prepared to educate the increasingly unreasonable Lowes, only to find that he had fallen asleep soundly.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Rogers looked at his sleeping face. After a while, he leaned over and kissed him: "Good morning, kid."

Mornings like this feel great.he thinks.

Because of the discussion last night, he stayed at the base, but Tony, who was sleeping very restlessly, held a coffee cup and saw Rogers, who got up early to exercise, looking radiant, and turned away expressionlessly.

He kicked the door of Rogers' room expressionlessly, deliberately waking Lowes up: "Since when have you been in the Avengers? Hurry up and—"

Tony's words stuck in his throat, and he met Louas' gloomy face.He hissed and quickly closed the door.

There was a huge and noisy movement of pinging, bang, and Tony grabbed the doorknob, and the muscles on his face danced together.Long time no see, I forgot that Lowes couldn't hear much noise in the morning.

Rogers approached: "The lamp I just bought. The cup definitely fell too..."

The corner of Tony's mouth twitched: "Buy again!"

Rogers stood against the wall for a while: "It seems to be fine."

Tony let out a breath and let go of the tightly gripped doorknob, as if something inside had just rushed out and bit him.

"It's rare that you get up early, do you want to exercise together?" Rogers invited.

"..." Tony glanced at his coffee, "Lack of sleep to exercise, you think I'll die? Worry for you, I'm an idiot."

He stuffed the cup into Rogers' hand: "I'm going back to my big villa to catch up on sleep."

Rogers held the cup and smiled as he watched the people striding out.Glancing at the door, he hesitated for a moment but wisely did not go in, and turned it away.

Lowes slept until the afternoon when he was awakened by something that kept buzzing.He got up, was confused for a while, and finally remembered the mobile phone he had forgotten yesterday.

When he left the gallery and went to Rogers' bedroom, he thought about contacting Bucky and fell asleep.Woke up and went out to find water to drink, dealt with the next thing halfway, and forgot again.

I wanted to contact him when I came back, but Rogers bathed him, applied medicine, tucked him in the quilt, and he fell asleep again after he was set up.

Waking up in the morning... Well, he didn't even think about it at the time.

After a moment of thought, he took a second to reflect on himself, then forgave himself: "Hi, Bucky."

Bucky, who hadn't slept all night, stared at the person with pink face through the screen with huge dark circles under his eyes: "..."

"Bucky?" Rogers came to check for the seventh time.

Lowes pointed the camera at Rogers: "Your brother called you."

Bucky... sooner or later he will be skinned.

"Hi." Rogers looked at Bucky on the screen and waved, "You don't look very well."

Bucky got angry and hung up the video with a snap.

Rogers looked confused: "What's wrong?"

Lowes withdrew his phone: "He's been brainwashed too many times." He raised his hand and circled around his temple twice, "You understand."

Rogers worried: "So is he okay?"

"It's okay. He's with our next ally now." Lowes put down the phone. "We'll go find him when you're ready to leave."

"Allies?" Rogers thought for a moment, "Charles?"

"No." Lowes shook his head, "Although we don't deal with the authorities, we also need insiders in order to know ourselves and our enemies.

Plus, you can't just run around all the time.I found one that was great to work with.We can stabilize. "

"Who?" Rogers frowned.

"The British government." Lowes smiled. "Do you like London?"

Rogers smiled and leaned over: "OK, as I said. Next, I will follow you anywhere."

Lowes hugged his face and kissed him: "I'm hungry."

"...I am banned from using the kitchen here. Or, any equipment." Rogers sighed softly. "Officially evicted."

"So fast?" Lowes stroked his stomach.

"They all realized that you led them by the nose." Rogers took out a pack of biscuits and a bottle of milk from his pocket: "Barton likes to keep these in the refrigerator. Let's put them on."

Lowes glanced at the time, took the biscuit and opened it: "I miss the time when they were friendly to me."

Rogers looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

Lowes held the biscuit in his mouth: "Well, yes, I prefer that."

Rogers laughed.

When Natasha pushed the door open, Lowes was holding Rogers' neck and chewing his mouth.

"...I regretted my decision before I left." She leaned against the door.

Rogers pulled away the inexplicably pestering Ess, and coughed: "Sorry."

"So, where are we going next?" Natasha looked at Lowes, "Doctor."

Lowes drank the milk and threw it away: "London. Do you have any luggage?"

"Not much." Natasha shrugged, "Are you going to draw a circle?"

Lowes nodded.

"Come to my room." Natasha turned and led the way.

Rogers picked up a bag from the side, stuffed some clothes, took a toothbrush and followed.

"These." Natasha gestured.

Lowes looked at the hill-like pile of boxes in front of him: "Not many?"

"Maybe a little." Natasha glanced, "But don't you know how to draw circles?"

Rogers subconsciously picked up his backpack, and had a new definition of the quantifier of a woman.

"I just told Strange that they could start a moving company." Lowes sighed.

He thought for a moment and took out his phone.

"Bucky."

"What?" Baba scowled impatiently.

"You go out of your room first," Lowes said.

"why?"

"I have something to send over."

"Use your own room!"

"I don't like tidying up."

"I dont like it either!"

"Okay." Lowes hung up the phone helplessly.

Rogers asked: "What now?"

Lowes drew a huge circle on the ground, and everything fell in one fell swoop.Buried by the pile of boxes that suddenly appeared, Bucky climbed out and gave a middle finger to Lowes who was lying on the edge of the top and looking at him.

Lowes pulled Rogers down: "Your brother gave me the middle finger."

Rogers... This time he stood Bucky.

Natasha waved to Bucky: "Sorry."

Bucky picks up a box and throws it away.

"No! It's enough to hit it once, and it will break if you hit it again!" Natasha shouted, jumping off the edge.

Bucky closed his eyes: "Get out and clean up!"

"This is a lady's thing." Lowes pointed to Natasha, "give her the extra bedroom."

He drew a circle around him and said to Rogers, "Let's go. I'll take you to my room."

"Do you want to say hello to Tony?" Rogers hesitated.

"No. If there is something to do, just come back." Lowes said calmly.

Rogers thought, indeed.

"You can put your stuff here." Lowes cleared a small space in the closet.

"Is this an apartment?" Rogers put his things down and looked out the window.The street outside is quite lively.

"Yeah. It's rented." Lowes sat down on the edge of the bed. "My room is smaller. Bucky sleeps across the door, and that room is bigger. It has two bedrooms. The landlord is an old lady, you can call her Turner." Miss."

Rogers nodded and looked around: "It feels good."

"We'll live in London when we're old." Lowes said suddenly.

Rogers looked back at him: "...OK, very happy."

Lowes took out the prepared documents and threw them to him, then put on a serious British accent: "Hello, Steve Lowe."

Rogers glanced at the brand-new ID card and driver's license... "You haven't proposed yet, and you want me to take my last name?"

"Then, shall we get married?" Lowes blinked.

Rogers smiled, then looked at his face, the smile stagnated: "...Are you serious?"

Lowes nodded.

Rogers snorted, unable to react for a while.

"Are you going to agree to my marriage proposal?" Lowes looked at him.

Rogers snorted, and slightly covered his mouth with his hand.

"Refused?" Lowes frowned.

Rogers... "No, of course not."

"Then, I agree." Lowes laughed.

"..." Rogers raised his hand and stroked his forehead, "That's not what I imagined. Yes, I agreed. So, where is my ring?" After finishing speaking, he laughed.

"Go out and pick later." Lowes patted the bed beside him in a good mood, "Do you want to sleep?"

"Didn't you just wake up?" Rogers was slightly surprised.

Lowes looked at him.

Rogers... "No."

Lowes said yes, and muttered, "No wonder marriage is a grave..."

Rogers... "You know why. Why are you so pissed off right now?"

"Be confident." Lowes hummed, thought about it, and gave an answer.

Confident that someone has always loved him and will pamper him, unconditionally.

After packing up, Rogers looked around and felt a strange, happy feeling for no reason.He dragged the person out of the bed and hugged him, leaning against the window, the bed was a bit dangerous.

"I think you are conceited." Rogers smiled.

Lowes fell into his arms and took a deep breath: "That's great."

Rogers bowed his head and kissed the top of his hair: "Well, this feels really good."

Lowes crossed the window and made eye contact with the blond-haired man carrying a big bag.He seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then hastily looked away.

Lowes lay down in Rogers' arms.Dr. Watson saw him, but he didn't know if he recognized him.

Watson put away the odds and ends he had bought, and couldn't resist passing by the kitchen that had turned into a laboratory: "You know...there is a couple living in Mrs. Turner's place..." He tilted his head.

Sherlock looked up and looked at him through the goggles: "What?"

Watson pursed his lips and clenched his fists: "...No, it's nothing." He cleared his cough, walked to his sofa and sat down, spread out the newspaper, shook it, and read it.

Well, anyway, whether he is married or gay has little to do with him.His relationship with Sherlock is very pure, they are brothers... Forget it, no one can bear to be brothers with Sherlock Holmes.

That's right, roommates.

The author has something to say: Day 26.

Erce is getting more and more open and has always been a cutie.

It's almost over...

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