[Comprehensive British and American] Hydra should have been destroyed

"It's cold." Bucky said simply, "In a place that's not very wide, the walls are cold, I guess it's iron. The rest is very cold."

Garcia frowned, and sat beside Bucky: "Did you dream about the cryogenic cabin?"

"No," Bucky shook his head, "That's not a freezer cabin. It's windy there, and it's not too small. I remember there was snow, a lot of snow, and the air seemed to be full of ice slag, and the whole world seemed to be Trembling."

"Is there anything I can do?" Garcia asked, not knowing what he should do, so he could only ask himself.

"It's nothing," Bucky said, "I remember it was a very important thing, so I kept thinking about it, but it shouldn't be important to me now." He paused, "I still keep watch at midnight. "

"Yes," Garcia said, "you go to bed first."

They had finished their simple dinner downstairs, and Bucky could eat solid food a long time ago. He also had an examination in the hospital, which showed that there is no major problem with his body now, and his stomach has returned to normal. , and since then he has been eating normal food instead of the rice cereal or milkshakes Garcia buys him.

Bucky lay down on the bed after washing up, his body straightened like a martyr with his hands beside him, and Garcia sat on the edge of the bed, feeling his body still tense.After hesitating for a while, he held Bucky's flesh and blood with his hand. The opponent's hand was a little cold, and Garcia's hand was not warm, but he could feel that Bucky's body relaxed a little after his hand was held. .

It feels weird, Garcia thought, and kind of sad.They look like they're depending on each other, and while Garcia knows he's not worth being depended on, he doesn't know what Bucky thinks, but he lets it be.

Garcia wanted to sleep very much at one o'clock in the middle of the night. He had been holding on with perseverance. It was not difficult for him, and he was used to this pattern before.Cold sweat broke out on the Winter Soldier's head, and his face was a little pale. Garcia knew that he was having a nightmare again, and it has always been like this.When his expression changed, he must have been having a nightmare, but when he didn’t change, it wasn’t necessarily true, but this time it seemed to be a bit of an accident, he didn’t recover, his face didn’t calm down, and the cold sweat didn’t dry up, he just opened his eyes Started to take a big gulp of air, Garcia hurriedly grabbed his hand, but Garcia was immediately thrown away by Bucky, of course, he was thrown under the bed, but he immediately got up and held Bucky, staring at his Eyes said: "Calm down, Bucky!"

Maybe it was because of his increased strength, Bucky calmed down, he just took a big mouthful of breath, his eyes were filled with panic and helplessness, but he didn't make any erratic behavior of attacking others, Garcia let go He said, "Calm down, calm down, I'm here."

It took nearly 30 seconds for Bucky to regain his breath, and he spoke the first words to Garcia.

He said, "I fell."

Garcia understood almost immediately what he was talking about, and he was talking about his "death" once, when he and Captain America were fighting Hydra on the train when he fell off the train and fell into the ice and snow.Then he was picked up by Hydra, and then he was cut off and trained to be the killer of the organization.His fall was the beginning of all nightmares.

"Now you're up," Garcia said, looking into Bucky's eyes without using mind control, "You'll never fall."

-

"Hi, Charles," Garcia said.

After a few months, Charles was trying to enter his brain again, and he could feel a slight pain in his brain, as if being pulled.The brain told him that the controller of the psychic department was trying to invade his mind.

They appeared in the previous apartment again, but there were some differences. There was no half cup of coffee in front of him. The apartment was exactly the same as when he just moved in. It was simple and clean, without any breath of life.All trace of Mary seemed to be gone.

Charles is in a wheelchair instead of a couch, which is also a little different.

This makes it more real, Garcia thinks, that's what his apartment is all about, and Charles—Charles is a professor in a wheelchair.He had never cared about Charles' situation before, and only heard about the misfortune suffered by the other party from Mary's mouth, and he didn't pay much attention to it other than sighing.

Partly because of Mary, and then because of the basic evil of human nature-jealousy.But now that I think about it, Charles didn't compete with him so fiercely back then. He just expressed his affection for Mary, which was neither salty nor weak. After Mary and Garcia got together, he quit immediately, and even He was still on campus for a few months, but in fact he didn't love Mary so much, far from Garcia's level.But Garcia held a vague hostility towards him for the next ten years, which is ridiculous to think about, and what's even more ridiculous is that he only wanted to open it now.

What kind of person is he?

"Hi, Garcia." Charles said, he was watching Garcia, and Garcia could tell.

"After a few months, why did you come to me this time?" Garcia retracted his thoughts and asked.

"A friend." Charles said, "He asked me to ask you a question."

"Who?" Garcia asked.

"He's also your friend." As soon as Charles said this, Garcia immediately understood who it was, probably the black widow who told him about the Winter Soldier. "It's Steve," Charles said, "He asked me to ask you if you know the identity of the person you took away from the institute."

"I know." Garcia said, "But please tell the captain, he doesn't want to be Bucky Barnes again, he is already a different person."

"So he doesn't want to go back." Charles said.

"Yes," Garcia replied, "I told him that if he wants to leave, he can do so at any time, and I won't stop him." Saying this, Garcia drank the liquid that was suddenly in the glass in front of him. Black tea, unsweetened, very bitter, he frowned, but knew there was something else in the frown.

"You look distressed," Charles said. "If you don't mind, you can share it with me. I won't leak the content of our conversation."

"I know," Garcia said, "I believe you, it's just—"

He closed his eyes and was silent for a moment, then met Charles's blue eyes.

"I can't do it," he said.

"Can't do anything?" Charles asked, looking at Garcia very gently, with encouragement. He was a professor, a teacher, and of course he was very good at this.

"Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes." Garcia said, shaking his head gently, "He began to recall those things, those painful experiences, he had nightmares every day. But I can't help him, I can only watch him in so much pain, and there is very little, almost nothing, that I can do."

"You want to help him," Charles said.

"I hurt him," Garcia replied, "I hope at least he's better off after leaving Hydra, and can be more -- at least easier, but I can't do anything. I thought he would slowly He regains his memory, slowly becomes the person on the video, and then one day he will leave, find Steve, or return to his hometown. But it’s not that simple.”

"What happened?" Charles asked.

"I'm starting to depend on him, it doesn't matter," Garcia said, "it really doesn't matter, but he's here with me now, tormented by nightmares, and I need him to do those—" He stopped , the despicable feeling of spurning yourself came again.

"I want to be forgiven, I want to make amends," he said, "but I also want revenge."

Without waiting for Charles to say anything, he closed the mental illusion, which looked like an escape, and Charles must have known that this was an escape, and this was an escape.He felt the slight tugging of his brain again, and Charles hadn't given up contacting him, but he couldn't see Charles anymore.

-

Laughter, laughter, the gray figure in the bushes, the boy reading a book by the window in the wooden house, the running in the camp, the teenager rolling on the mud in the military academy, the laughter of his companions by the fire——

"Helmut! Will said he would marry you if you were a woman!"

The strong soldiers pushed and pushed the boy in the middle who was equally strong but still had an immature face. They laughed heartlessly, and the boy smiled too, but looked a little embarrassed.Helmut Zemo also laughed, happy with the boy's magical brain circuit, Williams' face was abnormally red under the light of the campfire——

Pale corpse.

The boy was twitching in the bushes. The murderer, who couldn't see his face clearly, was holding a saber in his hand, and his companion put down his gun in the distance.The boy gradually lost his breath, blood flowed from his wound, his face gradually paled and turned blue, and something was still clenched in his hand——

Zemo opened his eyes, he was woken up by the alarm and felt cold sweat dripping from the corners of his eyes.

When he walked out of the tent, the soldiers in the camp had already started to drill, and they were undergoing a one-month field training.Zemo is the captain of the Echo Scorpion Special Forces. His soldiers have changed a lot. It's time to absorb fresh blood, so the military sent him to join the field training directly with a few old subordinates.Let the recruits show their prestige, and also see if there are any seedlings worth cultivating.

Everything was going well, except for what happened three days ago.

Today is the contact time once a week. According to regulations, recruits can exchange phone calls with their families.The recruits who came were all in their teens, and they were all family-loving. They probably wanted to be able to contact their families at night. Today's drills seemed to be much more energetic.

Zemo was exempt from these rules, of course, but like the recruits, he waited until evening to call his family.

"Maria." He said, although his heart was still cold, he couldn't help but smile.

"Hi sweetheart," Maria's voice sounded, sweet, and Zemo heard her calling something on the other end of the phone—

"William, come here quickly, Dad is calling!"

"Is everything okay at home recently?" Zemo asked, and the smile on his face couldn't help but widen, "Where's Dad?"

"Father went to the village for vacation, you know he's not used to living here. Although it's a suburb and a big house, it's not as comfortable as living in the village before." Maria said, "I don't have much to do at home, and I work in the pharmacy. It's all right, you just take care of yourself—oh, William, you're too heavy!"

"Dad, Dad, Dad—" the voice of a little boy came from the other end of the phone, "I miss you, when will you come back——"

"Two weeks from now," Zemo said, his voice tinged with a smile, "Fourteen red crosses on the family calendar, and Dad will be home."

"Don't talk to him like that," Maria took the phone, "he ruined the entire calendar with a red pen last time."

Zemo couldn't help laughing, but then he remembered what to say to Maria, his smile gradually faded, and his expression became sad.

"Maria," he said, "Will is dead."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and Zemo heard a rustling sound, Maria seemed to let William play by himself.

"What happened?" she asked.

Williams was his childhood friend, and Maria liked him very much.He lived in the village when he was a child, and Williams lived next door, a small boy. Helmut and he were only children, and Helmut, who was four years older than him, was always in his house. In fact, Zemo has regarded Williams as his own younger brother. After Williams' parents died, Zemo, who went home on vacation to visit relatives, helped arrange the funeral.His death was a big deal for both Maria and Zemo.

"I don't know. Everything was going well." Zemo rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Will disappeared four days ago. He said he would go to the forest for a walk in the morning, but he didn't come back all day. I and the army The man searched in the woods all night, and in the early morning of the next day, a recruit found his body a dozen miles away from the camp."

"Did the beast do it?" Maria asked nervously.

"Unless the beast has teeth as sharp as knives and can shoot a gun," Zemo said, with faint anger, "someone killed him."

"Why?" asked Maria, "Will is such a lovely young man—"

There was a sobbing sound on the other side of the phone.

"I don't know," Zemo said, "the military people—they won't let me go any further. They took Will's body, and the police told me to leave it alone, saying it was the will of the government. "

"My God..." Maria's sigh was still crying, "How could they do this?"

"I don't know," Zemo said, his expression sinking. "Maybe it's something to do with their dark little secret."

Zemo couldn't be more clear about what bad things the government in power has done. On the surface, the Echo Scorpion is a team of special forces, but in fact it is an assassination squad, which specializes in assassinating enemies of the government in power that it is protecting.As the captain, he didn't know how many dirty things he had done in order to be in power, but he didn't expect that one day the one who would be punished would be his younger brother.

"What about Will? Where's Will's body? They're not going to bury it?" Maria asked.

"They took Will's body away, I asked, but they refused to say how to deal with it." Zemo said.

"So what are you going to do?" Maria asked.