[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

"When did the population of New York become so dense? I thought only London has the virtue." Watson complained, his tone was brisk, but his movements didn't look easy, and his arms couldn't stop after shooting for a long time Trembling, lost the proper aim.

The bullet brushed past the zombie's scalp safely, and he clicked his tongue, wasting it again.

"You should be lucky, at least it doesn't rain here." Sherlock shrugged.

The dialogue between the two was as usual, but this did not change the seriousness of the situation. The zombies kept coming at them one after another. They could hardly calculate how long they had been fighting. A trace of tiredness.

But zombies don't tire, they never tire.

After Watson dragged Sherlock into a building, Sherlock quickly changed the magazine against the wall. This was the last row, but Watson didn't move. Sherlock looked at him, he just felt helpless. He shook the gun in his hand.

"How many rounds are left?" Sherlock asked, knowing that the other party had no ammo clips to replace.

"The last glorious bomb, we were lucky." Watson smiled wryly.

Sherlock looked at Watson, and suddenly asked, "Do you regret it? John, this ghostly place got mixed up with these messy things on a whim."

"When will our life be smooth sailing?" Watson smiled, smoothing the bangs sticking to his eyes wet with sweat, "We are all fascinated by these, life on the edge and endless dangers, it's a pity this time It’s a pity that the main characters are not us.”

A small group of zombies found them hiding in the corner, and gunshots erupted.

The battle ended quickly, but the last surviving zombie rushed towards Sherlock in the chaos, and he had no time to turn around.

"Bang—" the gunshot rang out, and the zombies fell in response.

Sherlock looked back to see his doctor put the last bullet into its brain.

Sherlock stepped forward quickly and crushed the chip bug crawling out of the corpse's brain.

Watson threw the gun aside, it was useless anyway, and simply sat on the stone platform beside him.

Sherlock glared at his gesture of abandonment.

Watson innocently opened his hands to Sherlock: "You can't expect me to bite their heads... Well, don't stare at me, I just want to rest for a while... My legs are cramp."

Most of the reasons why he was unable to walk normally were psychological trauma, but his legs were indeed seriously injured and could not support such a high-intensity continuous battle. Now he even has difficulty maintaining a standing position.

"Hey." Watson exclaimed in a low voice, he can't be blamed, because he saw the world's most arrogant and great consulting detective half-kneeling in front of him, stretching out his hand to massage the trembling strip for him. legs.

"Shut up, if you dare to tell others, including Mr. Skull... I'll throw out your co-tenancy contract." Sherlock muttered, but the movements of his hands were very moderate and gentle.

Watson felt the tense muscles in his legs relax gradually, and he asked, "Can we last until Tony succeeds?"

"...Of course." Sherlock said stiffly.

Watson laughed softly: "I should remember this day. Sherlock didn't say a lot of analysis data, and then told me that our chances of survival are probably zero, but chose to comfort me."

"The injured guy just keep quiet." Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"No, I can't." Watson seemed to be self-willed suddenly, his tone was soft and sad, and stubborn and childish, "...I think I have to say it, otherwise maybe there will be no chance in the future. "

Sherlock wanted to look up and say something, but a kiss stopped him. Sherlock's eyes widened in rare surprise. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the other's golden brown hair, which looked warm and at home. color, that made him feel comfortable, so he accepted the kiss calmly.

After the kiss was over, Watson looked at the other party nervously and nervously: "...Hey, don't you want to say something? About this kiss."

"Uh." Sherlock blinked, "Kissing is usually a special state during the reproduction of human species. The explanation of this behavior noun can be divided into the theory of instinct, the theory of human traditional posture, the theory of body differentiation and the theory of consciousness... "

Watson moaned/groaned: "God, you are the most atmosphere-destroying person in the world..."

"...Then what should I say?"

"Uh, like, feels good, doitagain?"

Sherlock bent a smile: "...as you wish." Then he kissed each other again, throwing away his gun without bullets.

They kissed and hugged in the shadow of the corner, they used all their strength to get close to each other, as if they had been waiting for this kiss for 1 years, their kiss was sweet and full of sadness, when Watson accidentally raised his eyes, he saw a wave of shadows Approaching them quietly, with the breath of death.

But he just sighed and hugged Sherlock's neck tightly.

*******

Captain America's movements were completely frozen, he seemed to be frightened, and he didn't dare to move at all.

Tony smiled weakly, cupped Steve's face, and lovingly kissed his curly golden eyelashes: "goodboy."

Captain America's expression remained motionless, his eyes were empty and unfocused, but when Tony's cold sweat dripped down his chin to his chest, it seemed to shock him.

Tony hugged the other person's back comfortingly, and got closer to him, ignoring that the blade pierced a few millimeters deeper, he grinned, and said as if chatting: "...you usually hug me Did it hurt that much?"

Captain America always hugs Tony.

When he acts recklessly, when he is self-willed.

Steve's arms are always as gentle and indestructible as the ocean, as if Tony's harsh words and bad behaviors could never hurt him. Tony refused countless times, but he opened his arms countless times, always full of patience and tolerance .

But that really hurt, even if he was Captain America, he was also injured again and again, those wounds could not heal, and the pain intensified, but he never chose to give up, he always held Tony's hand tightly.

"It hurts so much, why don't you let me go?" Tony's smile involved the wound in his abdomen, he bared his teeth and hissed lightly, looking at the other's cold, inorganic blue eyes, he still remembered the wound in his usual The pure blue brilliance that danced like gemstones was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, "...you can obviously find someone ten thousand times better than me, oh, except for property, I don't think there should be a better person than me." I'm a guy with ten thousand times as much money."

A crack began to appear on Steve's calm and unmarked expression, his brows were furrowed and his eyes flickered.

"If this is the case, I can blast your head with a cannon full of sadness for justice, and then go back and hold the most grand memorial ceremony for you in the United States, and send you a bouquet of lilies every year on this day."

He will cherish the memory of Captain America with heaviness and guilt all his life, and try his best to repeat his respect and great achievements to the world. In the league, the sacrifice of teammates is the norm. They are deeply saddened, but they have long been accustomed to losing .

Their relationship was supposed to go no further than that.

Instead of being like this now—Tony hugging Steve, just like he used to hug himself, so tight—not like this overlapping and entangled like now, as if even life is intertwined, even thinking about each other for a second The possibility of death is not willing.

"...You have done so many things, let me do it this time...I won't let go, cap." Tony closed his eyes and kissed Captain America's forehead reverently to his handsome nose bridge, He whispered in the other person's usual comforting tone, "...that's fine, Steve, I am here, I am by your side, and I will never leave you."

"Ahhh——" Steve raised his head and growled. He was held in Tony's arms, but he seemed to be suffering from great pain, and his fingers almost scratched the ground.

Then he bit hard on Tony's bare shoulder with his T-shirt exposed, blood was seen instantly, Tony snorted, but hugged him tighter: "We can have a home, a hall, Got a couple of big dogs, though I fucking hate all shedding stuff...but it's ok if you like it, I can bear with it, and I know you fucking love movie night old ice cube, can we buy a few Bucket of popcorn, sit on the sofa and watch soap operas from the last century, when we get tired of watching, we will have sex/love, wherever you want, coffee table or sofa... We have enough free time to make the sun rise , when the first ray of sunlight shines into the room, I will kiss you and propose to you."

The physical pain made Tony's eyes wet with tears, but they didn't fall: "I will save you, Steve, it's okay, everything will be fine, you know I'm a genius scientist, I'll put everything together It's all dug out of your brain, and only me is left."

"just me."

Steve writhed in excruciating pain, feeling something that wasn't his own breaking through the ground, spreading to his heart, something sliding down the corner of his eye to his temple.

Tony kissed his blue eyes, and his voice was as soft as a whisper: "I got you, Steve, I got you, you won't fall again... Wake up, I'll take you home. "

After a thousand centuries, he finally heard Steve's dry and hoarse voice that seemed to be crushed: "...So are you proposing to me, Tony."

Tony pressed his forehead against the other's, and he closed his eyes. It seemed that he regained the ability to speak after a while, and he laughed hoarsely: "I thought you would like the part about us having sex/love..."

Captain America interrupts him: "ido." (I do.)

Tony was stunned.

Captain America looked embarrassed, his face and forehead were stained with sweat and dust. If this is really a marriage proposal, then it must be the worst proposal scene.

Tony blinked in astonishment, the sweat dripping from his brown eyelashes, but he soon bent his lips and smiled, a pure smile without a trace of haze, and his eyes were soft.

And at that moment, Steve Rogers felt as if he saw thousands of delicate and bright bouquets blooming comfortably on the stone platform after the rain, which was so charming and dazzling that he was fascinated and moved by it , he wanted to kiss him, but was instantly eroded by heavy sleepiness, which came so violently that it was impossible to refuse.

So he didn't hear Tony's last words.

Tony looked at the other party who fell into a peaceful sleep, and showed a slight smile: "ido, too."

He casually threw away the mini-syringe tied behind Steve's neck, straddled Steve's waist, carefully pulled out the dagger, frowned and bandaged the wound indiscriminately. It looks scary but it’s not deadly. An experienced soldier like Steve can spot it, but he loves him too much. Even if he is controlled by someone, that love still blinds him, and he only knows how to worry about him infinitely.

Tony smiled slightly, and brushed the corner of Steve's lips with his palm reluctantly, and he loved him just as much, but he had more important things to do now: "...you will stop me, but I I can't listen to you, so...can you sleep a little longer, cap."

His tone was so casual, as if it was just a goodbye every morning before he left the mansion for Stark Corporation.

The fire on the top floor seemed to spread down a few more floors, and the smoke in the lobby on this floor was even bigger. Tony helped Steve to a safer position, then turned and walked towards the elevator.

He pressed the button on the top of the elevator, and the elevator gradually went up. He watched Steve getting farther and farther away from him. He turned his eyes, and the elevator doors slowly opened to both sides. That man, in his suit and leather shoes, looked elegant and charming, as if he were a real human being.

"Jarvis."