[Comprehensive British and American] Hydra should have been destroyed

"I've never—dated a ten-year-old girl?" Steve Rogers, the representative of the American spirit, and a moral model, held a beer glass and said helplessly.

Tony Stark was choking to death from the beer in his cup, and Dr. Bruce Banner had to keep patting him on the back, instead of Stark, he looked at Steve with the expression "Are you crazy?"

Black Widow looked at the captain with a rare—quite rare surprised look, Bucky was holding back a smile, and Garcia was considering whether to take out his phone, whether it was to call the police or break the news to a magazine.

"Listen to me," Steve said. "That's Bucky's sister. She threatened to tell her mother a secret and asked Bucky and me to take her on a foursome!"

Bucky finally laughed out: "Hahahahaha you said it hahahahaha you actually said Steve Rogers you hahahahahaha."

"I'm sorry, but four people are dating—" Stark finally let go, "Barnes' sister didn't bring her classmates."

"No." Steve said, "She brought the teaching assistant of their class to participate in the four-person date. Her teaching assistant is here to capture the pedophile who abducted the children and the irresponsible brother of the children."

Garcia couldn't help but laugh too.

"I'm sure no one else has done anything like you," Bucky said to Steve. "Who's next? Let's play another game."

Today is the long-lost meeting of the Avengers. They are fighting hard—of course, it can’t be all hard fighting. After all, after Hela rushed into the space crack, they were considered victorious. No aliens came out of the hole, and the remaining soldiers The defeated generals were caught by the Avengers and the X-Men and thrown into the ice prison.

There was no Sol in the party, he and his brother went to ask him about the source of his sister who appeared out of nowhere, Garcia hoped that Asgard would not be surprised by Sol's questioning, after all Hela didn't seem like a standard The princess looks like a standard rebel.

And after drinking some wine, the superheroes who gradually became interested played a small game on the wine board, the kind that Steve and Bucky had never seen before, but they quickly mastered the game, After all, this is really a simple and exciting project - turn the pen, where the tip of the pen points to stop, then that person has to say something that he thinks no one else has done, and if someone present After doing that, the man had to raise his hand, the first two times were Tony Stark's tricks, of course, he was "slept with thirty different women" and "eighteen items The patent" was passed perfectly, and Dr. Banner, who was the only one who could raise his hand for the second condition, obediently put his hand back on his knee because most of his inventions did not go to the official application.

"The fourth lucky one is—" Tony began to turn the nib, "Wanda, no cheating with abilities, Pietro, I can see you leave your seat—" the nib stopped, pointing to an iron arm.

"Mr. Barnes," Tony said, "did you do anything—things we didn't do? You know, other than that, and that and that."

Bucky blinked.

Pietro took a bite of the bacon sandwich.

Scott took a sip of his soda.

Bucky was still thinking.

"I," he paused, "posted on the Internet."

Hawkeye showed a "you're kidding me" expression.

"It's about emotional counseling, the romantic kind." Bucky said.

The little spider in the red and blue uniform silently raised his hand.

"Sorry, did I hear wrong or did the Internet exist in the 40s?" Tony looked at Steve.

"When?" Garcia looked at Bucky in surprise, "I never knew?"

"When we first arrived in Sokovia," Bucky said, "you know, at that time I just found out that I kind of liked you but you just kept thinking I had Stockholm syndrome so I went to the Captain America forum Posted an emotional counseling post. People on the Internet are quite enthusiastic, although none of the solutions they proposed have worked for me.”

"Is that post still there?" asked the teenager who called himself Spider-Man.

"I guess it's still there—" Bucky saw the boy take out his phone, "Come on, you can't find it, I've deleted it—"

"Found it!" A boy belonging to the X-Men next to the teenager shouted, and raised his phone, raising his eyebrows.

"This fucking—"

"Guess who is the administrator of the Captain America fan forum?" Alex bared eight teeth, "Shall I read it—"

"Please." Hawkeye said immediately.

"Second." Pietro said.

"No!" Bucky's disapproval was drowned out by support, and Alex jumped onto the bar—

"I was in the process of running for my life, but I seemed to have a romantic feeling for the people around me—"

"Oh, that sounds so sweet." Black Widow said to Wanda beside her.

"I want to hug him or kiss him—"

"Stop!" Bucky said loudly, Garcia suppressed a laugh, but the tips of his ears were already red.

"His eyes were like the ocean, brown, but soft and deep—"

"Oh," Alex stopped, "Sergeant Barnes, if Scott has half your ability to talk love, he should have a girlfriend by now."

"Why are you dragging me into this?" Scott dissatisfied, "Do I have a girlfriend?"

"Oh you mean in your dream?" Alex sarcastically teased his brother.

"I'm so glad Hannibal isn't here." Garcia said to Bucky, who blushed and frowned, but smiled the moment Garcia turned his head.

"I don't think Scott and Jean won't tell him." Bucky said.

"Then it's up to you to explain." Garcia laughed.

After the discussion on Bucky's post came to an end, under Bucky's malicious guidance, their discussion returned to Alex Summers, the administrator of the Captain America fan forum. Mr. Big Summers had no choice but to put himself All the causes and consequences of entering the idol museum and mistaking his life were all recruited.

Professor X only allowed the children to play until twelve o'clock. At twelve o'clock, Hank drove the van and honked the horn outside the sandwich shop. Garcia and Bucky sat in the front row, and the children leaned against each other on the road. After falling asleep, Garcia went to the room and took a look at Hannibal. The boy was still reading under the light. Garcia turned off his light and put his book on the top of the bookcase.

"He will definitely go get the book later." Bucky said, "I did the same thing when I was a child."

"Don't you think I didn't do this kind of thing when I was a child?" Garcia smiled, "But I really didn't post an emotional counseling post on the forum, you know, it's really—um."

"I won't be ridiculed for this for the rest of my life." Bucky said, "I mean, I had no other choice at that time, and there was no one else around me, oh, the only one was me object of crush."

"Well, I'm not going to laugh at you for that, though you know, posting on the Captain America forums or something—"

"Garcia." Bucky said.

"I won't say more." Garcia said immediately.

"But that was really beyond my expectation." Garcia said, "You know, I always thought that your mind was still in a mess at that time."

"My mind wasn't very clear back then," Bucky said, "but that didn't stop me from loving you."

Garcia paused for a few seconds: "You were just talking about love?"

"You just reacted?"

"You're more alive," Garcia said, smiling as he tilted his head to look at Bucky's face, "and more of a jerk, the good kind."

"Because I finally have some good things in my life." Bucky said, "You know, good things always make people better." He kissed Garcia once, and then kissed again.

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Part of Zemo: Three corpses were lying on the cold iron platform covered with white cloth. Zemo lifted a corner of each white cloth, glanced at the faces of the people inside, and then covered the white cloth again. His face No expression—what expression should he have?Zemo suddenly thought, maybe he should be a bit sad, but he didn't, maybe he should feel sorry, he lost three sharp weapons. Although the weapons are double-edged swords, they can at least stab the enemy.

"They don't have surnames on their signs," Kadikov said after him.

"They won't use their surnames either." Zemo said, but he turned around and looked at the blond man, "Do you remember their surnames?"

"We are not allowed to know each other's real names," Kadikov said.

"Oh." Zemo said, "Why didn't you flee with them?"

Yes, these three people - these three winter soldiers, ran away with anger at Zemo and trust in their abilities, and were killed before they could get out of the forest, leaving only one Kaji who did not participate in any plan Cove, who was sent by John Knight to participate in the battle that Zemo participated in after the death of his companion.

"Because I don't want to," said Kadikov.

"You are indeed different from them," Zemo said.

"Do you know who I am?" Kadikov asked.

"I know your original name, and your parents' names." Zemo said, "I have seen your file."

"Who are they?" asked Kadikov.

"Alexander Kadikov and Anastasia Horos." Zemo said.

"Are they soldiers?" asked Kadikov.

"I don't know." Zemo said, "I don't know their identities."

"Because it doesn't make sense?" asked Kadikov.

"Yes." Zemo said, "When I use a weapon, I don't ask which military factory produced it."

Zemo and Kadikov left the morgue, and two hours later those three bodies would be reduced to fly ash, they were perhaps Hydra's most elite weapons and should have terrified the world's spy agencies , But in the end, like any ordinary person who died, they turned into a handful of insignificant ashes, and no one except Zemo would even remember their names.And Zemo certainly won't remember the name of the weapon for too long.

They were silent all the way, and Kadikov hadn't had a problem since Zemo's last words, but before reaching his room, Zemo said: "The woman who identified Barnes in court It's your sister."

Kadikov looked a little surprised, he raised his eyebrows, and even looked a little happy: "I know."

"Then why are you still asking me these questions?" Zemo asked.

"I just want to know if you still care about something." Kadikov said, "You are more and more like us."

Zemo looked at him.

"Everything is a tool for you, right?" Kadikov said, "We, John Knight, Hella, and Isis, are just tools for you to avenge Hydra. Going forward with one goal, not caring about anything else. You yourself are becoming a tool."

Zemo smiled, he just thought this scene was a little funny——

"It's funny that you're thinking about a tool that's judging people who are slowly becoming like him," Kadikov said.

Zemo's smile lasted for a moment before it stopped.

"I choose to be a 'tool', as you say," Zemo said, "just because it's the way to make my life meaningful, and nothing else. Kadikov, you choose to join Hydra was too young to experience pain, you don't know what it feels like when everything in the world suddenly becomes dull."

"Do you think endless killing makes my world colorful?" Kadikov asked back.

"When you kill, you won't have the memory of the past. In your world, everything has always been colorless, so what is the pain?" Zemo asked.

"Memory is not the source of emotion." Kadikov said, "otherwise, why would they think about freedom when they have no memory, and want to find the direction they came from."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Zemo asked.

"I can recall how I was seduced, how I was deceived, how I became an emotionless weapon - I don't want you to become like this." Kadikov said, "You are only for you the pain of forcing yourself upon yourself."