prince and his shield

Mr. Holmes, who got up early to prepare breakfast, passed the living room and paused, "Oh, hi—"

"Hello." Rogers moved his legs, looked down at Roy who was sleeping in his arms, and smiled apologetically.

"Wake him up. Let him sleep, he won't wake up to-night." Mr. Holmes laughed.

Rogers hesitated, tugging at the blanket in his hand.

"He waited late last night." Afterwards, they nested on the sofa for a long time.Steve explained.

"That's all right." Mr. Holmes waved his hand. "Are you an American?"

"Yes." Steve nodded.

"Then let him get up and make you breakfast. We all miss his craft." Mr. Holmes laughed, and walked across the drawing room.

Steve turned his head and glanced at him, then looked down at Roy with a puzzled look on his face.

"Roy, Roy—" He glanced at the clock hanging in the living room, hesitated, and shouted in a low voice, "It's time to get up."

Roy slapped him across the face, "Shut up."

Steve pulled his hand from his face and raised his voice, "Get up!"

Roy rolled back and forth in his arms, and finally raised his head sharply with his shaggy hair, his mouth pursed.

Steve's hands and feet were wide open, and it was used as a mattress for him all night, and he was still a little numb, "It's time to wake up. There will be more people later, do you want people to see us like this?"

Roy yawned, "They are all acquaintances." What does it matter?

"I'm not familiar yet." Steve stroked his hair, "Get up!"

Roy got up off of him, sniffing.

"Wake up? Wake up, take your little boyfriend to wash up!" Mr. Holmes poked his head from the kitchen.

When Steve was addressed by this, the hand that propped up his body slipped and rolled to the ground.

Roy, who hadn't woken up, was still in a daze. His calf was hit by him, and his knees bent and he fell forward.Supporting the coffee table with his hands, he looked back and fell to the ground. Steve, who shook his hands, grinned badly and sat down directly.

Steve reflexively switched from lying on his side to lying on his back, and caught him on his stomach.He held Roy in his arms, annoyed, "It's okay to be awake."

Roy chuckled.

Steve made sure that the whole house was still very quiet, dragged the person down, and gave a standard good morning kiss under the cover of the coffee table.

Roy put his hands on his shoulders, opened his eyes, and looked at him with a smile.

Steve bites him lightly, meets his eyes, and smiles.Then he frowned, reached out and touched his eyes, "Your eyes have seen..."

"Cough cough."

Steve froze, bent his neck and looked at the elderly woman standing not far away, his face was hot.

"You might as well let people see us hugging and sleeping together." Roy kissed his nose, stood up, and reached out to him.

Steve grabbed his hand and stood up, saying hello, "Good morning."

"Good morning." Mrs. Holmes looked him up and down.

Roy raised his hand and hooked his neck, "Is my man handsome?"

"Well, it's not bad." Mrs. Holmes smiled meaningfully, she put her hands behind her back, and left while dragging her shoes.

Steve tensed, "Does she not like me?"

Roy patted her on the back and said in a calm manner, "Relax. You just robbed her intended son-in-law."

"That's no consolation." Steve sighed.Last night Roy had explained to him the composition of Holmes' house.I also heard him bragging for half an hour about the love and hatred between the three Holmes brothers and sisters and him.

"Let's go, I'll take you to wash up. Do you want to use my toothbrush or a new toothbrush?" Roy looked at him suspiciously.

"...a new toothbrush." ​​Steve took a deep breath.

"Don't be shy~" Roy was excited, "You always like to buy the same toothbrush, and then let me admit my mistake."

"I don't think I would do such a thing." Steve paused.

"Is that what I did?" Roy raised his eyebrows.

Steve looks at him.

"Oh, okay. I did it." Roy shrugged, "You refresh your toothbrush, and I brush yours?"

"……no."

"Men Sao." Roy sneered.

Steve shut up.

"Do you want to take a shower?" Roy asked.

Steve glanced at the bathroom, there were a lot of toiletries for women, "Forget it. Let's talk about it tonight."

"Up to you." Roy shrugged.

Steve brushed his teeth and washed his face next to him, while Roy brushed his teeth in the mirror.He wiped his hands with a towel, and looked up, "It seems that you are just talking."

Roy paused while brushing his teeth, and stuffed the toothbrush into his mouth.

Steve hissed, his mouth smelling of freshly rinsed sea salt.

Roy raised his eyebrows, "How does it taste?"

Steve raised his hand to push his face away, and sighed without much confidence, "Unhygienic." He rinsed his mouth again.

"Then it was unhygienic for us to kiss just now?" Roy took back his toothbrush and continued brushing.

Steve wiped his mouth with a towel, threw the towel away, and said nothing.

Roy sprayed off the foam and looked down at his face.

After washing, Steve was still standing at the door, "Are you a primary school student? Go out after washing, why are you standing here waiting for me?"

Roy stepped out of the door and was held and kissed by him for a while before letting go, "This is hygienic."

Roy's mouth was numb, "Are you still insisting that you didn't buy the exact same toothbrush?"

Steve froze, hesitating.

"Are you alright?" Oluos said lightly.

Steve lets the door open.

"Okay, you can use it." Roy waved his hand.

Steve coughed dryly, lowered his head and rubbed the soles of his slippers.

"Mom said Xiali will be back soon." Oulos said before closing the door.

"I thought he wasn't coming back." Roy was surprised.

"Dad called and asked him to come and see the person you brought back." Oluos finished speaking, smiled at Steve, and closed the door.

"I'm aware of the ominous." The two walked a few steps, Steve whispered, "Who is Xiali?"

"Xiali is a cutie. Relax, you can handle Oulos, Xiali is fine." Roy didn't care.Xiali is much easier to deal with than Oulos and Mycroft.

"Roy, come help!" Mr. Holmes shouted again, waiting for no one, "Are you done?"

"Here we come." Roy stroked his sleeves as he walked.

Steve looked at him strangely: "Since when did you know how to cook by yourself?"

"Since you stopped cooking for me." Roy turned back and smiled, "You've made a lot of money. My skills are much better than yours."

Steve stopped and took a step to follow him.

In the end, breakfast was made by three people.Mr. Holmes's special gift for Ms. Holmes, Roy made it for Holmes father and daughter and Steve, and Roy ate what Steve made.

Roy picked up the white and yellow fried egg on the plate, with a half-smile, "Where's my milk and cucumber?"

Steve took a few bites to glance at Roy, and choked on his question.Roy stuck out his tongue.

"The tradition of exchanging breakfast is good." Mr. Holmes smiled. "Although it's not done very well, there is love."

Steve squeezed the beans in his mouth, watched Roy laughing and winking at himself, and hooked the corners of his mouth helplessly.

The old house where Holmes and his wife lived after retirement was very secluded, surrounded by large flat lawns, and the air was very good.

After breakfast, Mr. Holmes asked Roy to take Steve for a walk around.

The cool British morning air is refreshing.

Roy led the way with his hands in his pockets, walking by the low brick wall, and Steve followed behind him.

The two walked quietly for a while, and Steve reached out and took his wrist.

"Want to hold hands?" Roy was dragged off by him and asked back.

Steve nodded, pulled his hand out, and took it.

"Fool." Roy pushed his fingers apart and crossed them, "This is holding hands."

The sky was twilight, and the fog dissipated in a place where there was no light all year round. A ray of sunlight sprinkled across a large blue color on Royston's side face, and the red in his eyes became transparent as if dispelled.

Steve walked beside him, staring at him, "Roy..."

"What?" Roy shook his arm, walking around like a child.

"You seem to like this place very much?" As soon as the words came to my lips, I'm sorry became an ordinary question.Steve clutched his hand, laughing.

"Yes." Roy dragged his voice.

"Tell me that after the war, you want to buy a single-family house with a small yard in this kind of place." Roy gestured with one hand to a house not far away, "Just the two of us."

Steve's smile widened, "I'll buy it when I get back."

Roy paused and turned his head, "Aren't you Captain America?"

"I'm 96," Steve stressed, "and there's no doubt about retirement."

"You can retire?" Roy didn't believe it.

"I will." Steve stopped and looked at him steadily.

"War makes people want peace, but peace makes you miss the battlefield. Rogers, you have never been an honest man." Roy sighed.

"Indeed, what you said is true." Steve took a deep breath of the morning air, "But, my greatest wish is to settle down and have a home for one person."

"I have a feeling that I must have told you that."

Roy was dragged away by him, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Steve never looked back at him.Roy felt that his face was hot, and he stretched out his hand to wipe it. It was bright red, and something like mercury stuck to his finger.

He was stunned.

Steve didn't move him, turned his head and his pupils shrank, "Roy!"

Roy hesitated, "What happened to my eyes?"

"Your eyes are bleeding!" Steve panicked, "Didn't you see a doctor!"

Roy snorted, "I don't think seeing a doctor would work."

"No, I have to see a doctor!" Steve pulled him back in a hurry.

Roy was dragged all the way, some didn't know how to explain to him.

He didn't really know where to start explaining, because he didn't quite understand what was going on either.

These eyes have been there since he challenged the Goddess of War.She gave him a kiss, which she called a blessing.But all beings who knew about it were certain that it was a curse.

Wherever he goes, evil manifests itself.A slight deviation in the thoughts entrusted to oneself will ferment into very evil thoughts.

He is like a malicious enhancer, wherever he goes, the malicious will be amplified, and he will howl and look forward to his attention.

As far as the result is concerned, it is about the same to say that it is the blessing of the Goddess of War.Because the Goddess of War is also everywhere, bloodshed and fights.

From then on, he couldn't really close his eyes again.Even with his eyes closed, those things he had to see would still appear.

At first, he hid in the deep mountains and old forests annoyed, but later re-entered the world because of Bucky, and learned to turn a blind eye and coexist with them.

There is also some side effect, which is that he no longer has tears.

Now it's bleeding out, isn't it too scary?