[Comprehensive British and American] Hydra should have been destroyed

Who dares to dump Bucky?

No no no, the point is, who dumped Bucky?Haven't seen anything going on for the past few days?Didn't he come into contact with modern society later than himself?To be in a relationship and get dumped?

Wait, "he"?Still a man?male?

male......

There was a moment of clarity in his mind, but Steve kept his face calm and took a sip of his whiskey, deciding if he forgave Garcia or it was too soon.

But he still has to figure out the cause and effect, so that he can't accidentally hurt him.So the captain stared at Bucky with his blue eyes, which were full of concern and comfort: "What happened? Bucky?"

"He confessed," the red-haired female agent sat down on the chair next to them, "and was rejected."

Simple and clear, hit the nail on the head.

Steve looked at Natasha in surprise, and the woman ordered a glass of wine and said, "I asked Clint to come to you, he said that you were talking about some late-night emotional topics."

"How do you know what's going on?" Steve had a new take on Natasha.

"Just looking at the way they usually look at each other, their tone of voice, and gestures is as easy as playing Angry Birds. Clint cleared the level in one night." Natasha said.

Steve understood what was going on, sighed, and patted himself on the small shoulder: "Bucky, I don't think it has anything to do with your charm. Garcia likes girls."

Natasha took a sip of her wine.

Bucky drank the No.13 glass of wine in one gulp, and finally didn't want the No.14 glass.

"I was wrong, Steve," he said, "I was wrong, I know why Garcia didn't accept me, but I was wrong."

Natasha stirred the ice in the glass.

"Bucky," Steve said, sitting next to his friend, "it's okay, everything will pass."

"I like him," Bucky said, staring at the empty glass before gulping the air out of it, "his smile, his tone of voice, when he holds my hand, when he frowns... "

"But he doesn't like me, and when he sees me, he just thinks about what he did in Hydra."

Natasha tapped on the table, staring at the dart board in the distance.

"Nata, what are you here for?" Steve, who was busy comforting his friend, began to feel a little dissatisfied with the black widow who was doing nothing like she was watching a show.

"Look at you and don't let someone cause trouble in the bar because of a frustrated love, and," Natasha said, "tell me my own opinion, based on the experience of someone who has been there, James, I think the relationship between you and Garcia The emotion is mutual, but because some people are just so cowardly, there's nothing we can do about it."

"I'm not cowardly." Bucky retorted righteously, "I confess."

Natasha didn't want to say anything to James Buchanan Barnes, who was probably out of his mind right now.

-

"So the current situation is like this," Zemo sat in the study, and the other four Winter Soldier sat on the sofa or on the stool, all staring at him, "The woman outside is Hella, the goddess of death, The daughter of Odin, the heir to the throne of Asgard, she is very cruel, arrogant, and may be a little rude to you, she will definitely despise you, but don't care, because theoretically she despises all creatures, even her gods Companions. You must be polite to her, there is no need to be respectful, it will make her despise you even more, but don't mess with her, even if she loses her divine power, she can still crush mortals."

"So she's a god," Karl said, "a real god."

"Yes," Zemo said, "so be respectful."

"I thought Hela was Loki's daughter." Olivia said.

"Obviously the myth has gone wrong," Zemo said.

"How long will she be here?" asked Kadikov.

"I don't know, I will ask her this question later." Zemo said.

"Will she hurt us?" Kadikov asked again.

"I'm not sure, but it's always good for you to behave yourself, she has a bad temper." Zemo said, "I'll talk to her about your problems."

"What should we call her?" Olivia asked, "Ms. Hella? Your Royal Highness? Your Majesty the Queen?"

"Your Highness is fine. I usually call her Hella, but I don't think you can call her that." Zemo frowned.

"What if she needs something?" Andre asked, and he was usually responsible for the procurement of supplies.

"If you judge whether it is important or not, give it to her directly if it is not important, and tell me first if it is important; but if she wants any weapon—whether it is a cold weapon or a gun, she must tell me first."

"Okay." Andre said.

"Will she help us?" asked Kadikov, "or will she do nothing?"

"We better hope she doesn't do anything," Zemo said. "She's never known what it means to keep a low profile."

When Zemo and the four Winter Soldier came out, Hella was already sitting on the sofa and started watching TV. A TV series was playing in front of her—it seemed to be an evil force?Hela was watching the TV series. Zemo walked to her side and was about to say something, but saw Hela made a pause gesture without looking back.

It wasn't until Lucifer, the younger brother of the leading actor in a white suit in the TV series, threw the rose in his hand to the ground and crushed it, and his brother who was an exorcist woke up from a nightmare, Hela said to Garcia: "This Lucifer looks better than the original, even though it looks just as weak."

Garcia took the remote control board, pressed the pause button, sat beside Hela and said, "How long are you going to stay here?"

"Two months? Three months?" Hila said, "It depends on how quickly my strength recovers. It's a bit unstable. Although it's safe, the atrium is not a place full of mana."

"I see." Zemo said, "You can stay here, but I hope you don't hurt the people who live here."

"What makes you think you can negotiate terms with me?" Hella asked, without looking at Zemo.

"Because you choose to stay with me instead of going somewhere else, you must have your reasons, and if you want to stay here, at least don't hurt them." Zemo said, the whole thing made him Feeling very irritable, he didn't want to have anything to do with these gods, yet he had to communicate with her.

"Are they your slaves?" Hela glanced at the scattered Winter Soldier.

"They are my subordinates." Zemo said.

"Comrade-in-arms." Hela said.

"Probably." Zemo replied.

"If they are sensible enough, I'm not interested in taking their lives." Hela said, then, she sneered, suddenly turned around and straddled Zemo's body, and said in his ear: "But I remind you , but one of your comrades-in-arms is particularly dissatisfied with me, be careful, otherwise I can't help but kill him." Her figure is sexy and her chest is soft, but Zemo knows that there is no part of it that is not a sharp weapon for killing.

Zemo felt cold sweat flowing out quickly, he took a deep breath and said, "Who?"

"The man with the blond hair, his eyes are green with envy, and his hand is touching the weapon at his waist. He conceals it well, but his malice cannot escape my eyes. Mind you, Zemo."