[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

Steve turned off the wireless earphones and looked at Tony who was sleeping on his lap. His breathing was shallow and long, and his eyelashes were long, like a small fan, casting a small shadow. Tony kept making noises. , Willful and public, Steve has never seen him so quiet, Captain America suddenly realized that this seemed to be the first time they were in the same space so peacefully.

Tony was in a deep sleep. He used to be a very light sleeper type. Now that Steve was talking a lot through his earphones, he didn't even wake up. He just frowned and shrank closer to Steve's direction. a little.

Steve sighed, hesitated for a while, and then stretched out his hand and shook Tony's shoulder a few times: "Tony?" He didn't even realize that calling the other party's name became more and more fluent now.

Tony slowly opened his eyes, he didn't seem to be fully awake yet, he curled his lips lazily and looked at Steve with a smile, with a satisfied expression: "Good evening, doyouwannakissme?"

"Huh?" Steve looked at the other party's defenseless smile and was a little dazed, and was taken aback when he heard his words.

"I seem to have heard yes...?"

Tony laughed, and directly raised his hand to hook Captain America's neck, shortening the final distance between them, and their lips and teeth intersected. This kiss was very different from their first kiss, there was no madness that almost devoured each other Passionate, very gentle, like a warm and gentle stream, Tony's lips were soft, the tip of his tongue lightly pressed against Steve's lips, gently sucking his tongue, without any aggression, as if it was just obedient awaiting his response.

Maybe it's because the atmosphere is too lingering and gentle, maybe it's because Tony's rare and obedient appearance seduced Steve into sinking, he raised his hand and pressed the back of Tony's head, turning his back on the guest, and the tip of his tongue drove straight into the other's mouth, deepening the kiss.

In the empty room, there was only the sound of lips and tongues intertwined for a while, and the excess saliva overflowed from between the lips and tongue, and covered Tony's jaw with glitter, looking sexy and seductive, Steve lifted Tony's jaw gently, gently Kiss them one by one.

Then Steve's lips left Tony, Tony gasped and looked into the other's deep lake-blue eyes, and for a moment he only felt himself drowning in the middle of a warm lake.

Steve looked at him with some embarrassment, Tony didn't speak for a while, and looked a little embarrassed, as if he was extremely uncomfortable with this atmosphere, but he was Tony Stark after all, and the embarrassment was only a few seconds His expression returned to normal.

"I said..." Tony laughed hoarsely, "Not bad mcall."

"...Unfortunately, it's still early for the sun to rise outside."

"But we're going to get to work, aren't we?"

"Did you hear?"

"Vaguely." Tony shrugged, turned over and got off the sofa, opened the system task box, and all the tasks completed before in the task list were ticked, but the strange thing is that something happened, but the task box has not yet displayed Emergence of new tasks.

Tony flushed his face with water in the bathroom, and walked out: "Let's go to Dr. Watson."

******

The intermittent sound of the violin came from the second-floor attic of 221b Baker Street. Sherlock, the missing person, looked normal, with the violin on his shoulder, and even put on his special suit coat. Modifications on the score add some scattered notes.

Someone downstairs was walking upstairs, soft leather shoes stepped on the wooden steps of the attic, making a creaking sound.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly the moment the other party opened the door, and the black notes stayed just below a line of cursive English words, forjohn&mary.

"Why did you stop?" someone asked, and it was Moriarty.

"It's just to pass the time." Sherlock said casually, sitting on the only sofa in the room, "It's meaningless."

"Pointless?"

"Thank you." Sherlock's lips curved into a mocking arc.

"Oh, but you haven't moved back to his exclusive sofa." Moriarty said with a smile, standing in the hall with his hands in his pockets, "I'm not used to having no place to sit... Is it also because it doesn't make sense? "

Sherlock's eyes flickered slightly, but only for a second: "I just prefer to let you stand."

Moriarty casually picked up the piano score scattered on the table and glanced at it: "The music is so beautifully written, why don't you ever write one for your greatest enemy?"

"I'll think about it, and write a lament for your funeral."

"It's really touching." Moriarty held his chest exaggeratedly, and then scattered the piano score in the air, "But it doesn't have to be meaningless."

"What?" Sherlock asked looking at the music paper flying all over the sky.

"When people are moved, it's always easier to forgive. It's such a simple relationship between a man and a woman." Moriarty raised his index finger between his lips, "Be quiet, we should change the venue."

The men in black standing behind him covered Sherlock's head with black hoods.

When Sherlock opened his eyes again, he saw that he was back on the hospital bed, but his limbs were fixed at the corners of the bed.

"You used so many cases to divert their attention, just to let me come out to meet you, but in the end, I returned to the original place?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows, as if he understood, "Oh... finally Dangerous places are always unexpectedly safe, it seems that Stark really annoyed you when I fell asleep, and your previous Magnussen game was also ruined by him, didn't you?"

"That guy..." Moriarty looked childishly unhappy, "He's not my cup of tea, he doesn't follow the steps of the game at all, s, if it was you, it should be more interesting... Oh, the old you."

"As I said, everyone has their weaknesses...you have John," said Moriarty, casually tossing a butterfly knife up and down in his hand, "you're starting to look a little like a boring, ordinary human being." Now, John is really a likable guy, mediocre and stupid, even Mary can't help being tempted."

"As one, as a close enemy of the boss and Sherlock, of course I will help you." Moriarty made a grimace, leaned forward and drew a wound on the lower side of Sherlock's arm, he calculated Very precise, the wound is long, but the amount of blood spilled is not so exaggerated.

Moriarty inserted a transparent tube in a somewhat unfamiliar way: "I've only seen others do it, and this is the first time I've done it myself...."

Blood slowly stained the transparent tube red.

Moriarty looked at the final masterpiece and smiled, "Don't die so soon."

Then he swiped the lock screen of the phone as if he suddenly remembered: "I almost forgot, we should call the protagonist."

"Good evening, dear John, oh don't get angry...I'm here to tell you something, do you miss Mary? She's on the roof of Building B in District xx, don't worry...I'm not hurting She, not yet, but the sniper's gun is pointed at her head and will shoot in an hour and a half."

Sherlock listened quietly to the address, and this hospital was almost at the two ends of the city. With the speed of bloodletting and the search time, even if Watson could fly, it would probably be too late to reach the two locations.

"I don't want anything... as long as you show up, I gave the snipers an order that they won't shoot as long as they see your face, um... if you drive there now, it will take about an hour You've arrived." Moriarty glanced at Sherlock, who was bleeding, and smiled, "Ask Sherlock? No, you're thinking too much, I haven't seen him."

Moriarty hung up the phone immediately after finishing speaking. The last sentence was already suspicious enough, but Sherlock, who was not sure about the situation and location, and Mary, who was sure her life was in danger, liked such completely unequal multiple-choice questions. : "Who do you think your doctor will choose?"

"...Aren't you afraid that I'll run away? The bullet didn't even kill me, so long enough for me to run away from anywhere." Sherlock didn't answer, but just mocked.

After hearing this, Moriarty just evoked a sweet smile, and his tone was firm: "No, you won't run away, you want to know the answer more than I do, but you won't do any harm to John just because you want to know this." This is a logical reason, anyway, you are only hurting yourself... I gave you a chance."

"I know your secret." Moriarty smiled and drew a circle around his heart with the blade, "You want to be the most important person in his heart, you want to be the most important person in his heart, you want to live more than to solve the case , John Watson is your only weakness, the paranoia that you will never be able to get rid of in this life."

"Unfortunately, he can be your best friend, your best partner, and don't hesitate to sacrifice his life for you...but he doesn't love you."

**

Watson's left hand holding the phone couldn't help trembling. His hand holding the gun was very steady, almost never shaking.

Steve asked, "What's wrong?"

Watson trembled his lips, and only spit out one name.