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After covering it for a while, the Winter Soldier slowly let go of his hand.

"Did you not remember, or do you not want to remember?" Miss Watson looked at him dumbfounded and asked again.

"who are you?"

The man raised his bloodshot red eyes, trying to glare out fiercely, but he couldn't hide his deep exhaustion. Miss Watson didn't say anything, and the two of them stared at each other for a while. In the end, the Winter Soldier was defeated and lowered his head again: "I guess you are not from Hydra... they didn't It is necessary for me to restore these memories..."

"I'm wearing a mask, do you think I will tell you who I am?" Miss Watson straightened up and put her breasts on the top of the chair back, and then she felt more comfortable: "It doesn't matter who I am, you treat me as me It doesn’t matter if you are the attending doctor, the important thing is you..."

Before he finished speaking, Bucky's one-arm stabbed out like lightning, aiming directly at the woman's mask.

His fingers poked the back of the chair.

A hole was directly opened in the thin wooden board. Miss Watson took half a step back, raised the chair horizontally, pointed the four wooden legs towards the Winter Soldier's body, and then raised her foot to give the Winter Soldier a light kick, knocking him and the chair into the wall. Although he deliberately restrained a lot of strength, the force of this blow was still fierce. The man's already exhausted body was choked with breath, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

Miss Watson rushed forward, picked up the Winter Soldier and gently threw him out. This action caused the chest of the camouflage uniform that could not be squeezed to completely collapse, and several buttons flew out. However, Miss Watson's attention was entirely on the Winter Soldier at this time. Bucky was spinning and knocking over three tables in a row before stopping.

Am I pushing too hard?

"Are~you~O~K?"

(Are you still okay?)

Seeing that the Winter Soldier didn't get up for a long time, Miss Watson felt a little guilty. She strode over while holding the pistol concealedly. Hydra's killers don't know much about martial arts, and they will definitely not be aggressive if they have the opportunity to make a sneak attack.

Bucky still didn't move.

"If you still want to fight, I can accompany you." Miss Watson knelt down in front of the man: "But I don't think this will do you any good, right?"

"...I can't beat you." Bucky lay flat on the broken table with an expressionless face. After regaining his composure a few times, his speech became much smoother.

"That's good. I'm afraid you'll be in a daze and want to continue beating. Then I can beat you up and say something to you..." Miss Watson tilted her head and imitated Captain America's tone: "I can I’ll spend the whole day with you!”

"What's your relationship with Steve?"

Bucky turned his head.

I don’t know why, but when he mentioned Steve, the man’s eyes suddenly became a little strange: “Are you his girlfriend?”

"Ha! He's not good enough for me! Besides, I'm more interested in women." Miss Watson took a few steps back and sat on the operating table, crossing her long legs: "Don't you remember everything? Okay, that's good. So, I take the liberty of asking, Mr. James Buchanan Barnes, how are you feeling now?"

The man closed his eyes as if he was asleep: "I killed many people, I remember them... I remember them all. And I remember that I... died, there On a plane, maybe that's retribution. I don't know why I came to Silent Hill. It feels like a dream. I haven't slept for a long time...Am I actually dead? Is this just the world after death? The dead don’t have to sleep, or is this place actually hell?”

After a moment of silence, Bucky opened his eyes again and looked over. He didn't know where he found his clothes. They were in tatters and had dirty bandages in many places. The deliberate ferocity had disappeared, leaving only fatigue and relief, like a soldier who had been on the battlefield for many years and finally survived to retire. If you close your eyes again, you will be completely like a dead person without any vitality.

"All I can say is, I'm glad you remembered everything and didn't go crazy."

Miss Watson did not answer the Winter Soldier's question directly.

Alessa didn't tell any more information about these things, so she was also very confused: Bucky has basically recovered his memory now, so will this guy stay forever? If you can leave once you figure it out, then where will Bucky go after he leaves? You know, this man's body is still freezing on Mrs. Carter's side! Will he be resurrected? Or......

The Winter Soldier is actually dead, but his soul is just stuck here?

"Steve...is he still alive now?"

Seeing the woman being secretive, the Winter Soldier didn't mind and asked another question.

"How about you wake up and talk about this?"

"What do you mean?" Bucky was stunned when he heard this: "Are you saying I'm dreaming? Are these all fake? I'm not actually dead? No... this is impossible, I..."

The man passed out before he could finish his words. Under Miss Watson's gaze, Bucky's whole body began to glow white, and after more than a minute, his body completely disappeared. After a moment of silence, Miss Watson took out her pocket watch and saw that the photo inside had changed back to the little girl Alessa.

Is this the end?

There was a sudden feeling of weightlessness.

The table beneath her disappeared, Miss Watson sat down on the ground, and then everything around her disappeared into ashes. This scene was like Thanos snapping his fingers. The walls, tables, chairs, training chamber... everything turned into ashes and dissipated in the air. Thick white fog quickly occupied the surrounding area, completely hiding everything.

The hands on the stopwatch turned, and a door with white light appeared in front of me. After staying for a while to make sure nothing was going to change, Miss Watson walked through the door and found herself back in the bathroom of the Dagenham safe house.

......

"How many more days won't you stay?"

"Why, are you used to me wandering around the house?"

Watson blinked.

Old Mrs. Carter smiled kindly, hugged Watson's head tightly, and touched the smooth blond hair: "Thank you for coming to accompany me. If you come to London again in the future, remember to tell me. I am an old lady who usually I don’t have anything to do, so I just hope someone will come to eat and chat with me.”

"Then you may be able to count on Miss Sharon coming back from vacation."

Sharon Carter is the old lady's niece and is currently training at the SHIELD Academy. She doesn't even meet her aunt as many times a year as Watson does. This roughly corresponds to the plot of the movie, but Agent Sharon is an important character after all, and will involve many people in the future. It is best not to know herself now.

"This is different, Watson."

Hearing Watson's words, the old lady's expression became a little heavy: "After so many years, my former comrades have become fewer and fewer. I am very happy to see you so healthy, young and energetic. If you really have If you need help with something, just tell me directly, okay?”

"...Okay, take care."

Watson also smiled, turned around, held up his umbrella, and walked into the rain outside London.

Watching the car drive out of the manor, Peggy stood there for a long time, until she could no longer see the taillights at the end of the ramp, and then she returned to the house. Last night, the two looked at Bucky's ice coffin again. Watson said he was saying goodbye before leaving, but the old lady noticed that the beautiful boy had other intentions, so she didn't ask any more questions. She just watched him look left and right for a while, and then suddenly lost interest.

Watson was somewhat shy about his own intimacy.

For a woman like Paige who has been engaged in intelligence work for many years, observing people's emotions has become completely instinctive. After spending time with Watson for a long time, it is naturally not difficult to discover this. The old lady sat back on the sofa. The housekeeper had already prepared hot tea and desserts, but looking at the room that had become empty again, she sighed softly and silently turned on the TV.

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1998 1 Month 20 Day.

Southeast Europe - Albania, Korca Province, Pogradec.

The quiet sound of rain in the middle of the night was broken by the roar of the engine. A white man in his 50s put his hand on his hat and watched a landing Antonov An-2 aircraft slowly sliding in. This kind of dilapidated propeller biplane general-purpose aircraft is very common here. Even though the Red Empire has passed away, the Albanian army still retains a large number of Soviet-made weapons.

Strong leather, durable, and easy to maintain are the consistent characteristics of Soviet-made weapons.

Of course, the main reason is poverty.

In fact, Albania, known as the 'Land of Eagles', has always been the poorest household in Europe. Especially due to the turmoil in recent years, people's lives have become even more miserable. Since the civil war in 1997, the severely damaged country's overall strength has been greatly reduced, and the resulting crime and corruption have become increasingly rampant. Albanian criminal organizations have even monopolized the entire illegal trade from the Balkans into Western Europe. This also means that mercenaries always have orders to take.

That's why the man is here today.

He has a 'customer' to deal with.

Boom!

The aircraft engine had just been shut down, and a heavy munitions box was dropped first. The sound could be heard from more than ten meters away. A huge man in a cloak jumped down from the hatch, carrying several huge ammunition boxes and approaching the man step by step. The rain wet the cloak that was blown up by the wind, revealing the thick armor, and a chilling air emerged spontaneously. The man looked at the figure in front of him carefully and subconsciously estimated the weight of the equipment.

"So, you are Deathstroke?"

"it's me."

It wasn't until the distance between the two parties got closer that the man could clearly see the other person's face hidden under his hood. Not surprisingly, it was still a helmet, and the sound coming out was thick and hoarse. The other party didn't seem to be worried about being seen by others at all, because the airport they were currently in was for civilian use - in fact, few locals could afford it. Most tourists only landed here every year, and there would be no one hanging around this late at night. .

"I was just thinking about who would dare to take this kind of job."

The man smiled, stepped forward and stretched out a hand: "Just call me Salazar. I will help you coordinate the relevant matters today, and then it will be up to you in the next half month." The introducer said Your fighting ability is very strong, and I hope he is not exaggerating. If nothing else, you will only see me again after the mission is completed."

After a pause, Salazar added: "If you can survive."

"of course."

Watson carried the things and walked out: "Let's go."

His luggage is very simple, a box of armor spare parts, a box of weapons, and a box of equipment and ammunition. Luper had a good relationship with Mr. Pierre from the black market in Le Havre. Watson had asked him to start preparing armor spare parts as early as after the trip to Africa. He arrived in Le Havre to pick up the goods and made a large purchase before boarding the departure flight.

The main weapons this time are still the RPK light machine gun and the PKM general machine gun, and the barrels have all been replaced. Considering the length and frequency of combat, Watson has no plans to carry other main weapons. It took more than ten years for the Albanian army to gradually phase out Soviet-made weapons, not to mention various criminal groups. The guys in their hands can find the same model when they go to the battlefield. It can be said that they perfectly blend into the environment.

Of course, he didn't want to take the risk of inferior ammunition if he could help it.

As I was thinking about it, a strange-looking low-domed building passed by the car window.

"That's a bunker."

Salazar was holding the steering wheel with one hand and holding a cigarette with the other. He was talking with great enthusiasm: "You will get used to it soon. This country has built a lot of bunkers. There are at least hundreds of thousands left. Haha, back then They also talked about preparing to defend against foreign enemies, but it was all wasted. Now many bunkers have been taken over by gang members, and the police dare not move them casually. If you ask me, ha! You deserve it."

I know why you need me.

Watson looked out the window at the rolling mountains and forests, silent.