I'm in Marvel's infinite draw

To be honest, after Bucky's out-of-control attack, Taras next to him still had a glimmer of hope, that is, the Winter Soldier, who is now the most powerful Red House but has not been fully controlled, can kill Kyle by mistake.

But seeing Kyle resist Bucky's strongest mechanical blow head-on, Taras's body and mind seemed to be poured with a plate of ice water, which was cool and cool.

That's ten times the mechanical boxing of human beings!Just stick to it like this?

Next, when Taras looked at the Winter Soldier, the proud masterpiece of the Red House, kneading and bullying back and forth in Kyle's hands as a sandbag, he was completely shocked and speechless.

"What's going on?" The other two high-level personnel heard the unexpected movement and rushed to the base gate. When they saw Kyle fighting the runaway Winter Soldier, they also secretly cried out.

"Winter Soldier, stop!" As the person in charge of the brainwashing of the Winter Soldier, the executive of the Red House was about to step forward and issue instructions to stabilize the Winter Soldier, but under the gun controlled by Yutong's mind, he was not close to ten. Mi had no choice but to stop.

"No one is allowed to come close." Yu Tong stretched out her white and tender little hands, her eyes shone with silver light, and she used extraordinary thoughts to control the situation outside the battle situation, and forbid others to affect the battle between Kyle and the Winter Soldier.

Well, say 'fighting', more like unilateral 'bullying'.

'Boom! '

In the central battle, Kyle violently dragged the Winter Soldier's mechanical arm, swung the whole person around in the air, and suddenly threw it out forcefully.

The Winter Soldier who flew out again had no expression on his face, his feet landed on the ground, and with the help of the mechanical arm, he grasped the concrete floor firmly, plowed three grooves on the ground backwards, and barely stopped his body in a burst of dust.

"The strength is not bad, and I can catch up with Steve." Kyle said with a pertinent evaluation.

The strength of Winter Soldier Bucky is not much different from that of Captain America Steve who is holding a shield. The physical strength and fighting skills of the two are almost the same.The only difference is that one has an Adamantium shield to withstand damage, and the other has a mechanical arm to attack.

One attack and one suffer, love and kill each other is fine.

Kyle doesn't care if your offense is strong or not. When it comes to strong offense, Captain America's Winter Soldier Black Widow is his brother and sister in his eyes.

"Steve, Steve?" When Bucky heard this name, he suddenly seemed to recall something, his empty and indifferent eyes were full of emotion, and he kept talking to himself with his hands holding his painful head.

"I knew it. Even if you forget my name, you won't forget Steve Rogers." Kyle smiled, walked slowly towards Bucky, and continued to guide the narration: "Did you forget? Steve Your husband is your best friend, you saved him from the gangsters in the streets of New York, and Steve broke into the German factory and rescued you."

Steve's name was like a key, driving Bucky to hold his head and keep rolling back and forth on the ground, and the dusty memory bank was forcibly opened.

Seeing this scene, the executives of the Red House outside the battle whispered urgently: "No, the original memory of the Winter Soldier is about to recover."

"With that man here, we can't do anything, powerless." Norris, another senior executive, shook his head to persuade.

Kyle looked at Bucky who was rolling on the ground, and continued to approach and said, "You, me, and Steve, when the three of us were on a mission, you were thrown from a high-speed train in order to save Steve, and you fell down. glacial cliffs hundreds of meters high."

"Steve, the moving train, the glacier cliff..." Bucky shuddered, his closed eyes snapped open, he looked up at Kyle next to him, his eyes gradually regained their sober brilliance.

"Welcome back, Sergeant Bucky." Kyle lowered his body and stretched out his palm. Bucky held it heavily with his mechanical left hand, and stood up with the help.

His first sentence stunned everyone around him, "Major Kyle, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Major?

Kyle nodded with a strange face. No one has called this name for a long time.

"What, isn't it right there?" Bucky scratched his head.

Logan walked over with Natasha on his shoulders, and explained: "The boss has been promoted to major general for a long time. Of course, he has applied for retirement after the war."

"Major General? Wait, you said the war is over?" Bucky was stunned. During the brainwashing period in the red room, even he didn't know that more than half a year had passed outside.

"I'll talk to you on the plane back, and about Steve." Kyle patted Bucky on the shoulder comfortingly, and scanned the surrounding Red House staff, "I can kill them for you, how about it?"

The undisguised cold words fell, the armed soldiers and high-level personnel of the Red House turned pale, and stared at Bucky tremblingly.

Bucky took a deep look at the executives of the Red House, shook his head, and said, "Forget it. They saved my life, and the brainwashing and control of me is my reward for them."

When the people in the red room heard this, they sat down on the ground in relief.

"Then let's go." Kyle didn't care, and walked out of the base, followed by Logan Baki and others.

Not long after they left, the guns floating in the air of the base lost their mind control and fell to the ground like rain.

Howard's manpower arrangement, on the transport fighter plane returning to New York.

"That's right. That guy Steve actually...Kyle, you actually ended World War II?...A superhero who is a symbol of peace?"

Facing the new information, Bucky felt a burst of emotion, both sad and pleasantly surprised. He didn't expect that so many things had happened to him in the past half a year in the red house, and he was in a trance for a long time and hadn't recovered.

In particular, when he knew that Steve had crashed into the ocean in a fighter plane, and the missing life and death of both the man and the fighter plane were uncertain, he sat on the seat of the fighter plane and sighed repeatedly.

Logan put the unconscious Natasha on the seat, his sharp eyes seemed to have discovered something, and he looked at Kyle's face in surprise, "Boss, your chin..."

"Huh?" Kyle raised his eyebrows, reached out and wiped his chin, and some sticky blood smeared on his fingers.

However, the tiny wound caused by Bucky's boxing before has not healed yet.

"Sergeant Bucky, right. Your mechanical arm is made of sodium carbon steel?" Logan asked Bucky.

"Sodium carbon steel?" Bucky muttered, raised his mechanical left arm blankly, shook his head and said, "It's just made of fine steel mechanical parts."

"Then why..." Logan was interrupted by Kyle in the middle of his words, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Boss, will you be injured too?" Yutong asked curiously. She had seen Kyle get injured, but even the huge trauma caused by the nuclear explosion would heal in just a few seconds.

"It's just a minor injury." Kyle responded calmly, clenched his fists quietly, and his heart was far less peaceful than it seemed.

When he was still at the Red House Base just now, he found that his self-healing ability had failed—not invalid, but was temporarily suppressed by the mutation of his body, unable to show it.

really.After his body suffered a nuclear explosion in Tokyo, there were major problems that could not be known.

"After arriving at the airport, Logan, take them back to the manor first. I'll go to Stark Industries and talk to Howard." Kyle urged.

"No problem." Logan nodded.

"Yutong, the mind ability can deal with Bucky's out-of-control situation very well, you should pay more attention to it." Kyle ordered, walked over and kneaded Yutong's little head, Yutong nodded obediently and solemnly.

Kyle still doesn't know what's wrong with his physique, so that his self-healing ability fails, so there's no need to tell the Karl family to worry in vain.

And he himself must let Howard find out the root of the problem as soon as possible!

It was late at night in New York, Stark Industrial Building, medical research classification floor on the 52nd floor.

The entire floor was silent, except for Howard, who had changed into a white coat, in a well-lit isolation ward, manipulating the medical testing equipment with a tense face, busy with laboratory tests.

In the high-end testing medical cabin, Kyle was lying naked in it, his perfect body was like a handicraft made of steel, and the green light was covering and scanning back and forth.

After half an hour.

The medical cabin opened, and the inner Kyle seemed to get up and put on a simple shirt cover for himself.

Howard took a deep breath as he unbuttoned his mask, stared at Kyle, and said solemnly like never before: "Some detailed chemical test data have not yet been obtained, but I probably know your physical condition."