[Comprehensive British and American] Hydra should have been destroyed

"After sending you to Xavier College, Uncle will leave for a while to deal with some matters. Aunt Ruiwen will take care of you then, okay?" Garcia asked Hannibal. He spoke softly to the child, as if he was afraid that Hannibal would be frightened if he spoke too loudly.

"Okay." Hannibal nodded. He lowered his head and glanced at Ruiwen secretly.

"Don't worry." Garcia laughed, "Aunt Raven looks fierce—"

"Did you owe a slap—"

"—It's actually quite gentle." Garcia said, "You see, although she is in charge of my physical training, I haven't lost any arms or legs yet."

Seemingly understanding his humor, Hannibal showed a small smile, which finally made Garcia feel better.

"You should know what will happen in your next physical training." Ruiwen said.

"Then I'm looking forward to it very much." Garcia smiled, and he touched Hannibal's hair. The child's hair was cut into a standard cut, and it felt a little thorny.

A few hours later, they arrived at Xavier College. It was already night, and Garcia led Hannibal and Raven into the principal's office, and saw Charles was still reading a book under the lamp.

"Look, which writer is studying classics again?" Ruiwen leaned against the door and said, Charles raised his head and looked at his adopted sister with a smile: "Hi, Ruiwen."

He turned his gaze to Garcia and Hannibal: "Hi, Garcia, is this your nephew?"

"Yes." Garcia replied, and he said to Hannibal, "This is Professor X."

"Hello." Hannibal held out his hand to Charles who came to him.

"He's really polite." Charles laughed. "The kids have gone to bed. They wanted to wait for their new friends, but Hank and I drove them back."

"Then they will probably be very noisy in the morning." Garcia said.

Then, Charles turned his probing gaze to Hannibal: "Son, what is your mutant ability?"

Hannibal looked at Charles with surprise for a moment, but he immediately returned to normal and said, "My father and grandmother both have mutant abilities, Professor, but I don't."

"Child." Charles said, "I can tell whether a person is a mutant or not. This is one of my abilities. You don't have to hide it from me."

"This is not Sokovia, everyone here has the ability to mutate, kid, don't worry about it," Charles said.

"When I touch a person, I can stop his blood from flowing." Hannibal said after a moment of silence, "Just like my grandmother."

"There won't be exactly the same mutant abilities in the world, Hannibal." Charles said, of course he could see something was wrong with Hannibal's compromise so quickly.

Hannibal didn't speak.

"Hannibal," Garcia said, "why are you unwilling to say what your abilities are?"

"Because it's scary," Hannibal said, his tone trembling, which made Garcia squeeze his hand.

"What's that?" Charles asked.

"I can control people's bodies," Hannibal said, raising his eyes to Charles, "I can control their movements—I can control everything in their bodies, the flow of their blood, the speed of their bones." movement, the expansion of their lungs and—”

Garcia looked at Hannibal with surprise.

"As long as I meet that person, I can do it."

"No," Charles frowned slightly, shaking his head slowly, "Hannibal, it's not scary, many people in the academy can do it—there's a sister here, we call her Little Naughty—she touches When you touch someone's skin, you absorb their life force, but she's no different here, and we still love her a lot."

Hannibal looked at Charles without saying a word, then he turned his head to look at Garcia, although Garcia didn't know what he wanted to do, but he still sighed, squatted down and raised his head and said: "As I said, Han, we all it's the same."

He held Hannibal's face in his hands, and then kissed Hannibal's forehead according to his impression of his father.

"Hannibal rest in my room first." Garcia said, and Charles nodded in agreement.

"That kid," Riven said after Garcia left, "has a lot of self-preservation."

"He unfortunately lives in a country that is not friendly to mutants." Charles said.

"He made me feel bad."

"When you first met me, didn't you also think that I would be a rich man who chews on words and loves to bully?" Charles said, "You still suspect that Garcia and I—"

"Stop, just stop here." Ruiwen said, "I know, I will try my best to take care of that little guy, as long as he doesn't cause me any trouble. But if he causes me any trouble-then But don't blame me for being merciless."

"He's just a kid," Charles said, "Raven, don't be so nervous."

As soon as Hannibal entered the room, he took out the toiletry set he brought from the orphanage and went to the bathroom, while Garcia called Steve from the window.

Sure enough, the call was connected quickly, and it was almost eleven o'clock, but Steve hadn't gone to bed yet.

"Hello, Steve," Garcia said.

"Hi, Garcia," Steve said on the other end of the phone, "You and Bucky met."

"Yes." Garcia said, instead of being angry during the day, he can now discuss the matter in a calm tone, "I'm sorry, during the day I was—too excited. I might have been in that situation Now, I can't do better than Tony Stark—at that time, I had a momentary thought of strangling the doctor who was in charge of Mary's infusion."

"I know." Steve said, "When I first heard about this... I have to admit that although I was very helpless and sad, I still felt a little angry. But, I calmed down later — Bucky also told me that he no longer wants to secretly carry those sinful lives, and he doesn't mind being tried and facing the wrath of the victim's family."

"He's always been a very upright person," Garcia said. "That's why he suffers so much. Sometimes, I even wish he wasn't so kind—maybe he wouldn't struggle so much."

"Also," Steve said, "Bucky told me that after all these things are settled, if he can still live in this world outside the prison, he wants to pursue you as Bucky Winter, he didn't Let me speak out—so, I suppose there is nothing wrong with telling you this."

"You know, not Bucky Barnes from Brooklyn, not the Winter Soldier from Hydra, just Winter Bucky."

"I asked him what Winter Bucky meant, and he didn't tell me either."

Garcia laughed, although he could still feel the tears gradually accumulating in the corners of his eyes.

"I told him to watch more movies, don't make courtships before big things happen, promises to go back home; and you're right, Steve,"

"What the hell is Bucky Winter."