[Comprehensive British and American] Stark Apartment

After attending the wedding of Rocky and Thor, Watson and Sherlock applied for them to return to their world to stay for a while before starting a new trip. Tony and the others agreed, and at the same time laughed at Mr. Sherlock Holmes It's not that I'm homesick, I'm missing my brother.

"Who would miss that fat man!"

The fat Mycroft Holmes, who was reading the newspaper, rubbed his nose. He touched the ring on his hand and wondered if Lestrade missed him.

Standing on the land of London again, both Watson and Sherlock have a feeling of unreality. After all, they have experienced a series of unscientific things before and participated in the war.In the face of those things, the case in London is really no longer a problem.

She opened the door of 221b with the key in her hand, and Mrs. Hudson inside looked at the two of them in surprise. Watson's smiling familiar face looked very friendly.

"Mrs. Hudson, according to your current state, you will enter the ranks of Alzheimer's in five years."

"Sherlock—" Mrs. Hudson called his name loudly, turned her face to the smiling man, and finally sighed helplessly, "Welcome home."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson, for giving us some hot tea."

"I'm not your nanny, Sherlock."

Watson snickered, as if everything had returned to before they left, saying that this was not Mrs. Hudson, their nanny, and she was bringing them tea.

After returning to London, of course, he would visit Lestrade to see if he had any interesting cases in his hands. By the way, Sherlock was going to laugh at Mycroft for not even daring to hold a wedding.Every time he saw Sherlock beaming with joy, Watson wanted to beat him up. This man even dared to laugh at McCoff. He didn't even think about getting married. He laughed at McCoff.

Holmes's thinking, even Watson's, was almost unable to keep up.

When Lestrade received the text message that the signature was sh, he put down the case in hand, and openly skipped work to kill him from Scotland Yard.His subordinates looked at Tou who went out with a smile, and gossiped: "It's been a long time since I saw Tou so excited. Could it be that his secret lover sent a text message saying that he was going to get back together?"

"Why do I have a bad feeling." The last time Anderson had this feeling was when Sherlock ran to the scene.

When Lestrade came to 221b, he pushed the door and met Mrs. Hudson downstairs who was humming a tune. He walked up the steps step by step, and before he opened the door, he heard the beating voice coming from inside. "It's really rare that Mrs. Hudson didn't pull you to complain."

"Sherlock, Mrs. Hudson doesn't complain every day."

Lestrade looked at Sherlock, who was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, and John, who was bringing out a cup of coffee from the kitchen, two very familiar figures.

"Sherlock, John."

"Oh my God, John, I said that he would be so touched that he was about to cry, and I said don't be in such a hurry to text him, it's all your business."

"Sherlock." John drawled his name, telling him to stop his little whining.

"Well, it's been a while since you've seen you, Greg."

It was the first time for Sherlock to be so reserved in Watson's eyes, and Lestrade let out a chuckle, not Sherlock's Sherlock at all.

"I just said this look doesn't suit me."

Complaining like a child, Lestrade rolled his eyes with a smile, "Welcome back."

Sherlock didn't develop any other habits during the trip, but he wentssip a lot. Who told them that there are too many people in their apartment, and the people headed by Tony still like to watch the excitement. Over time, he got used to it and was raised. It has become a "good habit" of gossip and watching.

Watson and Lestrade chatted a lot, and Sherlock was silently watching Lestrade's changes. When they mentioned Mycroft inadvertently, he saw Lestrade turn the Ring, the expression that was not yet beaming just now dimmed a bit, and the smile on his face was a bit far-fetched. He casually typed a haha ​​and bypassed the topic. Even Watson was so far behind that what happened between the two of them question.

Sherlock rubbed his chin, it seemed that the problem still came from the fat man in their family.

"Greg, is that fat man Mycroft still at the dentist?"

"For an appointment on Friday, he can't quit sweets, you know that."

From this sentence, Sherlock knew that these two people had recently become angry, at least there was no such alienation in their tone.Lestrade saw that Sherlock and Watson were relentless about the matter of Mycroft, and racked his brains to find an excuse to escape from 221b. Looking at the closed door, he sighed and turned subconsciously. wearing a ring.

"Looks like something is wrong with Greg and Mycroft."

Watson stood at the window and watched Lestrade leave alone and said to Sherlock who was sitting there. Sherlock shrugged and stood up barefoot and hugged Watson from behind. They looked at the lonely figure together. Said: "Greg turned the ring on his hand twice unnaturally when he mentioned McCoff, indicating that their problem should be related to the ring. According to McCoff's ostrich character, it probably is about Marriage problems. It should have been between three and five days, at least Greg knew about McCoff's irregular dentist appointments."

"Hey."

Watson sighed, thinking about how to help the two people who were having a temper tantrum, and at the same time thinking about the person next to him who clearly analyzed it, but was still afraid to take such a step.It's not that Watson wants such a grand wedding, nor does he want an identity too much, it's just that Sherlock makes him feel insecure.

The Holmes brothers are all ostriches.

"I think Fatty will be here soon."

Sure enough, as Sherlock expected, when Watson dragged Sherlock out the next day and came back, he saw Mycroft sitting on their sofa reading a newspaper with a black umbrella in his hand. He read the newspaper after hearing the sound. Greet them with a smile, "Hi, John. Oh, and my dear brother, it's a boring day without cleaning up your mess."

Not forgiving is the tradition of the Holmes family, and Sherlock looked at Mycroft, who was not very energetic, and happily forgave his taunt just now.

He sat opposite Mycroft, opened his mouth with his chin in his hands and asked, "You can lose a pound, I really have to thank Lestrade."

Hearing the name, Mycroft clenched his fist slightly, then let go, put down the newspaper and raised his eyebrows and said, "It's more than a pound."

"We met with Greg yesterday."

After Watson put away his things and came out, he heard Sherlock straight to the point. He really didn't leave any suspense when he touched his forehead.

"I know."

Of course, Mycroft knew about it. There were special agents arranged by Lestrade, who had been monitoring his whereabouts.He also knew that Lestrade hadn't been motivated to do anything recently, and was scolded by his immediate superior just two days ago.

"Oh, fat man, how did you offend him?"

Speaking of this question, Mycroft rubbed his temples, it was really hard to explain, he inadvertently glanced at the pair of rings on his hand, and pursed his lips.

This time, Sherlock was more sure that the problem was in the marriage. The Holmes family believed that something would not change, just like he recognized Watson, and Mycroft fell in love with Lacey. Like Trade, but Mycroft also has his own weak side. Although he has a special status, although he keeps saying that he is an ordinary white-collar worker in the government, he is actually the real ruler.

His wife is not so easy to be. He has never been married before he dated Lestrade, but he is a famous golden fifth child, and there are many famous ladies who want to marry him.Even though she was wearing a pair of rings, she still threw herself into her arms, wanting to have some relationship with him, so that Sherlock Holmes, who gave birth to the next generation, would become Mrs. Holmes.

In the face of temptation, Mycroft has always kept himself clean. Although he has a well-known mysterious lover, he has never brought it out in public. For a short time, fortunately, there has been a relationship between him and Lestrade over time. There is a contradiction.

Until the conflict broke out not long ago, he moved out of Lestrade's small apartment without explaining anything.

Then they entered the Cold War period.

All in all it's a bad deal.

"Tell me about your trip, how about it?"

"Not bad, eat well, sleep well, have fun."

Of course Sherlock knew that McCoff didn't want to talk about his relationship, and he didn't ask any more questions until Sherlock stopped McCoff before he left.

"I've seen Tony and Steve's wedding, and Sol and Rocky's wedding, fat man, you are worried about Lestrade's safety and don't want to make his existence public, but Greg is a man, he doesn't need what you say What’s more, marriage is not a status, it’s just a new process of love.”

Mycroft looked at his brother who didn't say any nasty words, pursed his lips and smiled, yes, his Greg is actually not a person who needs to be protected, but a man who can fight side by side with him, that's why he is so Love him unconditionally.

"Sherlock, I'm glad to see you growing up."

"Shut up, Mycroft."

Mycroft took his own black umbrella and left with a smile. He sat in the car and looked at the pair of rings in his hand and smiled. He said to the driver, "Go to the jewelry store."

He thought maybe their rings really should be changed, and a wedding ring would be a better choice.

"It looks like the fat man has figured it out."

"Sherlock, at least he is your brother, don't keep calling him fat and fat." Politeness, for Watson, politeness is very important.

"Hmph, a fat man is a fat man, and he still needs my guidance."

Watson shook his head, this man is really a bit narcissistic.

When he turned to leave, Sherlock held his hand. Watson looked at him puzzled and found that Sherlock's face was a little rosy, as if... shy.

He took out a ring from his pocket and put it on Watson's finger, which was just right for him.

I only heard Sherlock say to Watson like this: "I think we can get married, John, do you agree?"