Did Lowes succeed today? [Comprehensive British and American]

Like a newly relocated animal, Rogers is used to arriving in a new place and taking the time to get a feel for his surroundings.

Then, he found that the police cars of Scotland Yard were often parked downstairs opposite.In addition, around that building, there are many special personnel active, well-trained and highly vigilant.

If you must find a word, agent should be the most suitable.However, some of them don't seem to be formal, and there should be different factions.

He didn't know whether Lowes chose this place on purpose, or if there were other secrets hidden here.Only one thing is certain, this place is not as peaceful as it appears on the surface.

He mixed in the crowd like an ordinary person, and he didn't deliberately approach or explore.He told himself that he had to adapt to this kind of life as soon as possible.

However, he meets Strange.Or rather, Strange's brother? ?

"Da Bing, what are you looking at?" Sherlock, who poked a piece of beef with a long needle in the cold and fresh section of the supermarket, put away his needle and raised his eyebrows.

Rogers... "You're piercing a piece of beef."

"Yes." Sherlock patted his coat and looked around.

Rogers called out hesitantly, "Strange?"

"It's just an experiment." Sherlock gradually became impatient.He was dragged out by Watson and Mrs. Hudson, but they disappeared shortly after entering the supermarket.

"..." Rogers resisted his desire to ask, he found that someone had noticed this.He knew Sherlock had interpreted his question as saying he was weird.

So, not Strange.who? ?

Sherlock took a deep breath, pacing with his hands behind his back, he was so bored that he took a few more glances and hesitated, then reached out to put the steak he had pierced into the shopping cart, Rogers: "New here?"

Rogers, who was about to leave, looked around and pointed at himself.Sherlock lifted his chin.

"If you mean I'm new to the block. Yeah." Rogers smiled.

"Your landlord is Ms. Turner?" Sherlock tilted his head slightly.

"...Yes." Rogers pushed the cart and turned away, and couldn't help turning back, "Have we met before?"

"No." Sherlock shook his head, losing interest.

"You call me soldier. Also, why 'you'? Do you know I didn't move here alone?" Rogers frowned. "Or, what did Mrs. Turner tell you?"

"It's not Turner, it's Hudson." Sherlock still didn't see them, so he had to talk, "I haven't seen you, but my friend has seen you."

Rogers was tempted to pretend he understood and leave.However, he didn't understand anything.

He had a feeling that he would regret taking the initiative to talk to this person.but……

"I don't think I know Hudson, and besides, no one knows I was in the military." Rogers looked at him.The strange people and police cars nearby should all be related to this person.

Sherlock glanced at him, then at his shopping cart: "Why take away the meat I poked?"

Rogers hummed. "...It's been poked. You don't look like you want to buy it. Maybe it's broken if no one finds out. They look good. I just need it for dinner."

"Is Strange a person?" Sherlock continued.

"...Yes." Rogers took a deep breath.He thought, he regretted it, can he take back his questioning just now?

"I look like him?" Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly.

"It's not that similar either." Rogers reluctantly said.The faces are exactly the same... Are these lost twins? ?

Sherlock hummed, and his face became better: "The things in the shopping cart are for two people, and the food is for multiple people. The ring around your neck is exposed.

Mrs. Turner and Mrs. Hudson often chat together.On the day my friend and I moved in, because we misunderstood our relationship, we were told that there was a married same-sex couple on the opposite floor.

Two days ago, when my friend came back from the supermarket, he stopped talking to me and repeated what Mrs. Hudson said at that time.

Your landlord is Turner, the ring is on the neck instead of the hand, and the slippers you buy are men's.I guess, it's not enough to be married, and the engagement is confirmed.Maybe cohabitation.Elope or looking for a change of scenery? "

Rogers wowed: "You are very smart."

Sherlock paused, then smirked: "High-functioning antisocial personality."

Rogers snorted: "It's not very unexpected. So, how did you know that I was a soldier?"

Sherlock luck.First, he used nondescript words like smart to describe himself, and then this tone.He had to make it very clear to him what it meant to be, high functioning, antisocial—

"Sherlock!" Watson approached, "We almost went to the radio to find you. Are you a child? Why do you get lost when you go to the supermarket?"

"It's you who got lost." Sherlock reached out and took the beef out of Rogers' shopping cart, and threw it into Watson's basket. "The steak you asked for. It's very fresh. I tried it."

Rogers looked at him: "Your friend?"

"Yes." Sherlock was interrupted, pointing to Rogers, "One of the same-sex couples you saw last time."

"...Wh, what?" Watson frowned, remembering, "Er... sir, we didn't peep. We... I just saw it by accident when passing by the street. There wasn't any..."

"This gentleman has already explained it." Rogers laughed. "It's all right. I won't be embarrassed by it."

Watson slightly looked up at Rogers' overly handsome face and bulging figure, and stammered: "Oh, that's good. We're not embarrassed either.

Uh...we're not..."

Rogers looked at him, watching him getting darker and darker: "Relax...I didn't misunderstand."

Watson breathed a sigh of relief: "Very good. Very good, very good."

Sherlock put his hands behind his back: "Can this meaningless conversation end?"

Watson closed his eyes and suppressed something: "Nice to meet you. You can call me Watson, John Watson. Dr. Watson. This is Sherlock Holmes." He touched his pocket and took out a A business card, "I'm visiting a nearby clinic. If you need anything..." He paused and stuttered again.

"Oh, that's not what I meant. Not implying that you're sick... I-I just..."

"Thank you." Rogers took the business card and looked at it, "Doctor Watson. Well, my wife is also a doctor. Just call me Luo." He reached out and shook Watson, "You are very interesting. Nice to meet you .”

Watson smiled awkwardly but politely.He was pretty sure that he was blinded by the big man, and then his brain was eaten by Sherlock.

Rogers was recalling the conversation just now all the way back, and after opening the door, he said: "You will never imagine what I encountered today."

"You met Watson and Sherlock." Lowes said firmly.

"...you know them?" Rogers put down the bag and began to suspect that Erth lived here on purpose.Was he obsessed with being neighbors with 'Strange'? ?

"Do you remember where you took me from last time in London?" Lowes raised his eyebrows.

"221B Baker..." Rogers snorted, "Sherlock and Watson are the pair of detectives you mentioned."

Lowes couldn't help laughing. "I never said that pair. I just said they were soul mates. Watson is a doctor."

Rogers suddenly realized: "No wonder. That Sherlock seems to be very powerful. He immediately saw that I used to be a soldier."

Lowes stroked his chin: "I want to invite someone over here for dinner."

Rogers stopped packing his pockets: "No—"

"If Strange sees Sherlock..." Lowes smiled.

Rogers...he wants to see it too: "OK. If you like it."

"It just so happens that I have something to ask him." Lowes patted Rogers on the shoulder, "I'll leave the dinner to you." London is pretty livable in every way, except for the food.

Thanks to globalization, at least there are Chinese, French and Italian food here.

Rogers pulled his waist and hugged him: "Did you know that Mrs. Turner told people that there was a married couple living here?"

"She's a very lively old lady." Lowes rubbed his chin.

Rogers curled his lips and shook him gently.Louas was greedy, and pulled his neck and kissed him.

At night, Strange turned around and saw Lowes, who was waving at him through the light circle, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then saw Rogers walking behind him wearing an apron, his face twitched severely.

"I have a good bottle of wine in my hand." Lowes invited him. "Also, I want to know where Master Merlin is."

Strange looked at Rogers who had taken off his apron and looked this way, and put down the book in his hand: "Great hospitality is hard to come by. I'll go over later."

Lowes made an OK gesture.

Rogers clutched the apron, raised his hand and threw it aside.He knew that his current thoughts were not very righteous, but his sense of superiority and pride flowed out, and his mood was very close to winning the battle.

Seeing him laughing, Lowes felt a little strange: "What are you laughing at?"

Rogers waved his hand: "I'll call Bucky and Nata."

Lowes thought for a while, went to Charles' place, said hello, and brought Wanda and Pietro over.He also deliberately took away the button for the play-death mode.

"You actually thought of asking us to eat together?" Pietro was surprised.

Lowes placed more dishes: "Just to let you know the door. In addition, I also want to get to know the companions you may be in frequent contact with next."

When Rogers and Bucky returned, the atmosphere was delicate for a moment.

"Oh, you still kidnapped someone." Pietro put his arms around his chest.

Rogers was a little helpless: "Pietro, Wanda, good evening."

Natasha laughed twice: "Look at who this is? Isn't this the kid who hit me on the back last time?"

"I hit it head-on, you're just too slow." Pietro shrugged.Wanda kicked him.

Strange changed into a suit, exuding a faint smell of perfume, and came with a bouquet of flowers, gorgeous roses: "I'm glad you invited me."

Rogers... wanted to throw the man out, to Sherlock.

With a handful of roses stuffed in his hand, Lowes glanced at Strange.

Strange smiled: "You said, I'm your only friend. It's just flowers."

Lowes...before today, he had never seen Strange treat him so kindly...goosebumps arose.

Rogers took the flowers from Lowes, picked off all the petals, and smiled: "Just right, let's make rose desserts.

sit down.Erth's friends are my friends.

Meet, this is Bucky, my good brother.Natasha, friend and comrade.Wanda and Pietro are considered adopted children. "

Relying on his own speed, Pietro spewed out all the soup he secretly drank, choking earth-shatteringly.

Wanda blushed.

"Erth is their guardian, we are engaged, so..." Rogers didn't change his face.

Natasha trembled all over, holding Bucky's shoulders and couldn't straighten up.

Bucky sat where he was, acting like I didn't know the man across from him.

It was also the first time for Lowes to see Rogers so naive, and he was quite cute.He reached out and patted Rogers' hand on the back of the chair: "It's almost time for people to arrive. Let's eat."

"You can wait. I may have accidentally told Stark that you plan to have a dinner together today." Strange looked innocent, "After all, he is still your brother, right?"

There was a 'bang' sound from the balcony, and Tony strode in: "I heard that you are going to hold a party? Did you start it before we waited?"

There was a group of people behind him.

In an instant, the small room that was gradually cramped due to the large number of people quickly became overcrowded.

Rogers glanced at Ess, and his eyes conveyed a message - people still can't do bad things.

The dog playing dead on the sofa laughed strangely twice.

Lowes snorted: "That's right. We just met two people recently. I passed by London before and was detained by Scotland Yard, and I was taken care of by them.

It just so happens that they are our neighbors, please come over together. "

"Anyway, there's no room to sit in the room, let's go out to eat." Lowes smiled, "Everyone is here, let's all try the local specialties.

Well, it's my engagement party with Rogers.Since none of us have any relatives, those present are probably all the friends and colleagues we need to invite. "

Rogers smiled, and then said seriously: "I'll call Dr. Watson. This idea sounds good."

So the focus successfully shifted from Rogers and Lowes to Strange and Sherlock.

"Is he really..." Watson quietly asked Sherlock for the third time.

"No." Sherlock said.

Strange is very natural and well-mannered.Tony leaned next to him: "Are you sure you didn't..."

"No." Strange took a sip of his wine and raised his glass to Sherlock.

Sherlock rolled his eyelids and continued to eat and drink.

Strange's face twitched imperceptibly.

Tony touched his chin: "I think you can do a DNA test."

Strange...

The author has something to say: No.20 seven days.

I finally put them all together.

My aunt is here, and I really tried my best to update it today.

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