[Comprehensive British and American] After the Raiders

Steve stared at the unfamiliar door in front of him for a moment. If his memory is correct, he was clearly standing in front of the bed in his bedroom a second ago.

what happened?

He subconsciously looked down at his right hand, where there was a fresh and gorgeous rose with water droplets on it, and what he was wearing was not the previous T-shirt.

A white shirt and a plaid suit vest, but he was pretty sure he never had them in his wardrobe.

He seems to be getting ready for a date?But why?He doesn't have a date.

He glanced at the normal-looking street behind him, and followed his left hand holding the doorknob to look at the half-open door. Inside was an unfamiliar decoration, which sounded very quiet and safe.

He hesitated whether he should push the door open, it seemed that the person who could answer him was in this room, but all of this was very strange, like a bright trap, maybe what was waiting for him was not the answer but danger.

"Steve?"

The voices from inside the door were very small and sounded from a distance, but they made Steve's body stiffen instantly.

After that person disappeared completely, he didn't allow himself to be trapped in the memory to describe the person's voice and appearance, but some things were not vaguely forgotten if he didn't recall them. recognize them.

Before his brain could think about more things, his hand had already pushed the door open, but soon, the strange room made him regain consciousness immediately.

He frowned tightly, and the muscles of his body tensed up subconsciously, everything here seemed unusual.

There were footsteps on the stairs, and he looked in that direction vigilantly, until the man who was exactly the same as he remembered was walking towards him from the stairs, even though he had already guessed what he was about to see, at this moment, he Still stunned for a moment.

It's a terrible trap.

Steve clenched his fists subconsciously, forcing himself to break free from the turbulent thoughts, and watched the man coming in front of him with a particularly serious and vigilant look.

His thinking was probably also affected, so he was stunned for a moment when he was kissed by that man before he was shocked.

What the hell is going on in all this?

Steve is rarely flustered, he imagines the people he can imagine who might make all this, similar to Wanda's spiritual fantasy?Or a transformation like Mystique?

"Your expression is so sweet."

Steve looked at the man in front of him who backed away and lowered his eyes and smiled lightly. The man licked the corner of his lips in a natural and sexy way, which was a look he had never seen before.love, and... lust for him.see.

"How long has it been since I saw you nervous?"

The man raised his eyes to look at him, those eyes seemed to possess some magical power, which made him unable to break free from them at all.

It was a strange feeling that the man's hand was moving around his waist, and it even gave him the illusion that "this is not his body".

Obviously the attitude of the man in front of him towards him is so strange to him, and obviously everything is so wrong, but his alarm for danger seems to have failed at this moment.

What was even more frightening was that something told him that it was not a fantasy or a hoax, but that it was Neil.

"I miss you, Steve."

The man's right hand caressed his neck, and he leaned forward.

At this moment, the sudden surge of complex emotions almost made him give up the resistance in his heart, and even his body... When Neil pushed him down on the sofa, he could hardly think of pushing him away.

All of this is so real, he can clearly touch Neil's body, and he can also clearly feel his own restlessness.

Their reaction to Neil became more and more intense, and they also made him feel more and more strange, even giving him a vague illusion that his body was beyond his control.

"...no...something's wrong..."

His remaining rationality told him to stop, but his body wanted it, and even his tone was so soft that he didn't even think it was a rejection.

Everything after that was as unreal as if it happened in a dream. It was obviously the first time he had experienced such a thing, but his body seemed to be extremely adapted to the movement with Neil. Apart from those strange pleasures, he didn’t feel anything. discomfort.

And the last thing he could do was to try his best to restrain the groans in his mouth.Groan.

"You don't seem to be as enthusiastic as you used to be today."

He vaguely heard Neil teasing, but he couldn't pay more attention to respond to it.

...

Steve was sitting at the dining table. When what happened with Neal before, his whole body was stripped to only an open shirt, and now those clothes that were taken off have been neatly put on again.

He tried hard not to recall what had just happened, but the remaining sensations in his body made it difficult.

His gaze fell on the framed photo on the bookshelf with several books and some small collections. It was a photo of "he" and Neil.

He looked at the man in front of him smiling and looking at him, that kind of silent understanding and warmth between partners, that was the eyes that Neil in his world had never cast on him, and that man was so real, so real that it made him feel uncomfortable. It was difficult for him to distinguish the difference between that person and the figure in his memory.

This paralyzing sense of satisfaction, everything is like an absurd and psychedelic dream that lures people into sinking.

"It seems that what you were going to tell me when you said it back then was really important."

Hearing this, Steve followed Neil's playful gaze and looked at the rose brought by "he". It was inserted in a straight glass cup, which seemed to be the most beautiful in the room compared to other cups. It's the right place for it.

Obviously when he just walked through this door not long ago, he was still [-]% on guard, but now facing Neil's joke, he unexpectedly began to feel guilty for no reason.

He hadn't figured out what was going on with all of this until now, and the development was starting to feel overwhelming to him.

He subconsciously avoided Neil's sight and looked down at the plate of pasta in front of him. This inexplicably made him a little dazed. In his world, this is what Neil did most. In his impression, his world Neil seems to only be able to cook this one dish.

The memory that suddenly appeared in his mind caused him to raise the corners of his mouth slightly. He raised his head and looked at the man across from him in a daze, and suddenly found that it was becoming more and more difficult for him to distinguish "them", but he somehow didn't want to Be wary of this.

"I remember that you often ate this at that time, I thought you liked it very much," Steve looked at Neil with soft eyes, as if he let go of all doubts and vigilance, as if looking at the world that belonged to him in his memory Neil's voice was soft and warm with a smile, "After I learned it, I often made a lot of it for you. Every time, you will show a strange expression."

It took him a long time to realize that he didn't like that stiff smile, and because of this, he was still depressed for a while when he was only a teenager.

Neil's gaze never left him, looking at him with the same warmth as his eyes.

"Fortunately, you quickly learned other dishes."

Neil's voice was full of laughter, which made Steve laugh too, but his smile was inexplicably melancholy and regretful,

"Because my only friends back then were you and Bucky."

So at that time, it took him a long time to realize that the kind of liking for Neil was different from liking for friends.

After being melancholy and regretful, he was relieved again. He knew that even if he realized it at that time, nothing would change. What's more, he still missed them at that time.

But he listened to Neil teasing,

"When I kissed you, you didn't treat me as a friend."

Steve was stunned by this sentence, he looked at the softer and softer expression on Neil's face,

"We were all too young at that time, and the end was too hasty."

"Fortunately, I can still meet you after 70 years."

"What are you talking about?!" The amount of information in these words is a bit too much, Steve can hardly hide the astonishment and shock on his face, if he understands correctly, "But you and Bucky..."

"Bucky and me?" Neil raised his eyebrows, looking more incomprehensible than Steve, "What are you talking about?"

Steve finally realized something, he couldn't help looking for his phone on his body, thinking of making a few calls, or Google.

He has realized that this may not be a "prank" against him.

However, along with the mobile phone, there was also a small square box.

The moment he saw the small box, Steve already guessed what would be inside, he opened it with some hesitation, and what caught his eyes was a silver ring.

This made him stunned for an instant.

It turned out that there would really be a world where Neil would choose him between the skinny him and Bucky, even though they didn't seem to be together for long at that time.

"Oh, suits, roses, rings, you're such a sweetheart."

Neil just glanced at the ring lightly, and then his eyes returned to Steve, but he just watched, with the same smile on his face, no expectations, no other feelings about the ring. Attitude.

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