I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 59 Wine

In the bright room, Bucky was lying on the bed, his eyes wide open, staring blankly at the strange ceiling above, not knowing what he was thinking.

He has been in this position for a long time.

Suddenly, there were three knocks on the door.

After a few seconds, Coulson pushed the door open and looked at Bucky who didn't react. He pursed his lips, smiled and said, "I just passed by and saw the light in the room, so I came in to take a look. I knew you might not be able to sleep, so I brought you a bottle of wine."

Coulson pulled over a chair and sat down, then handed the bottle of wine in his hand to Bucky.

"Come on, have a drink. This is vodka. It has a high alcohol content and it's easy to get drunk."

Bucky's eyes finally showed some fluctuations. He turned his eyeballs and looked at the vodka in front of him. He slowly stood up, held the bottle in his hand, and his dry lips trembled slightly.

"I haven't had a drink in a long, long time."

"Then you should drink it. Come on, cheers!"

Coulson raised the beer in his hand, took several gulps before putting it down, then shook the bottle and signaled with his eyes.

Bucky stroked the bottle and easily unscrewed the cap with his metal arm. He smelled the strong and familiar smell of alcohol, and his throat moved unconsciously.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised the bottle, brought the bottle mouth to his mouth, closed his eyes slightly, raised his head, and savored the high-concentration alcohol entering his mouth, flowing through his throat, leaving a burning sensation.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Bucky covered his mouth and coughed violently a few times.

Coulson at the side smiled and said, "Drink slowly, it's very strong."

Bucky calmed down and nodded, "It is indeed very high. Very good."

"I used to like drinking strong liquor, and those people were no match for me, including Steve. At that time, he was still very thin and weak, and was often regarded as a child and kicked out of the bar."

As he spoke, Bucky took another sip of vodka, his eyes blurry and a faint smile on his lips.

"I remember one time, I asked Steve to come over to my house to play. We were the only two people at home, so I went to steal my dad's wine to drink. Steve only drank two sips and his face turned red. He fell asleep drunk. Ha, this incident made me laugh for a long time."

Coulson listened quietly at the side, occasionally drinking a sip of wine with envy on his face.

This kind of friendship that grows together from childhood to adulthood is the most precious treasure in the world.

"But."

Bucky's expression suddenly became painful, tears flashing in his red eyes, "I am no longer worthy of standing by Steve's side. It would have been great if I had fallen off the cliff and died directly! Why, why did you let me survive? Why did you let me be captured by Hydra and brainwashed into a killing machine that only knows how to kill!"

"I am no longer the hero that everyone admires. I am an executioner and a bastard who deserves to go to hell!"

From Bucky's few words, Coulson reconstructed Bucky's experiences over the past few decades. The anger and regret in his heart were intertwined, making him feel deep sympathy for the soldier in front of him who should have been a hero.

No wonder he appeared in Osborn Building, it turned out that he was ordered to snatch the Superman serum from Natasha.

In other words, the armed team that day were from Hydra?
Wasn't Hydra supposed to have been destroyed decades ago? How come it still has such a strong influence?

Coulson realized that there was a huge conspiracy hidden in this, but before informing Fury, he had to first counsel the man in front of him who was unable to extricate himself from the pain.

“Bucky, are you going to admit defeat? Are you going to give up?”

Coulson grabbed Bucky's shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes: "Look into my eyes and tell me, are you willing to die with the name of executioner? Or are you willing to use the rest of your time to change it and become a hero in people's hearts again!"

"The past cannot be changed. Instead of dwelling on it, we should focus on the future! Bucky, think about it, if Captain America is in front of you, what will he say to you?" After drinking a few bowls of chicken soup, Bucky's eyes gradually brightened: "He, Steve, would pat me on the shoulder and let me follow him."

"Yes, Captain America will not give up any of his teammates."

"No, no."

Bucky shook his head again. "Once I face those Hydra guys, I will most likely be controlled by them again. I can't resist."

Coulson gave him a reassuring look: "Don't worry, we at SHIELD will handle this matter, and we will never let you be controlled by Hydra again. Until then, just stay here."

Looking at Coulson's sincere eyes, Bucky finally nodded: "Okay."

The next day, Eddie woke up because he was suffocating.

He opened his hazy eyes, crawled out from the pile of white arms, and with his remaining little thinking ability, he staggered to the bathroom, took out the water pipe, and sprayed out a stream of hot water.

After finishing, he shivered, pulled up his pants, washed his hands casually, and walked out of the bathroom.

Seeing the spring scenery all over the bed, Eddie slowly regained consciousness, his mind full of question marks.

"What's going on? What happened last night? Why don't I have any recollection of coming here?"

He woke up one of the beauties and wanted to ask her what happened last night, but the beauty looked very happy.

“Of course I did a lot of things.”

"I did all this?"

"Who else is it if it's not you?"

impossible!
He knows his own business. If he were ten years younger, Eddie would still be able to pat his chest and say "I really did it". But now, it is a great achievement for him to satisfy one or two people. How could he have such a miraculous record?
"I said, you didn't take medicine?"

"Take medicine?"

Eddie suddenly had an idea. He seemed to have really drunk a bottle of drink last night. It seemed to be called "Assassin's Potion"?
No way? !

He had a bad feeling in his heart, so he quickly put on his clothes and ran out.

As soon as he started running, Eddie clearly felt that his body was very different from before. His heavy body, which used to be out of breath after running a few steps, became extremely light.

With a light jump, he leaped three or four meters, and his aura did not change at all.

When he ran to the corner, Eddie was about to run into a breakfast cart pushed by a waiter. His pupils shrank, and he put his hand on the cart. His body jumped up directly, rolled two and a half times in the air, perfectly passed the cart, and landed lightly on the floor behind it.

Eddie looked at his hands in shock, certain that something was really wrong with his body.

Could it be that what he drank last night was not some drink, but a real and effective assassin potion? !

"Oh, that vending machine!"

Eddie ran back to the door of the bar last night, but he couldn't find the vending machine from last night. It had disappeared out of thin air.

broken!

This was the only thought in Eddie's mind.

(End of this chapter)