Sherlock Holmes is a Big Brother [Comprehensive British and American]

I'm James Buchanan Barnes, nicknamed The Little Prince of Brooklyn.

"How do you want to operate?"

I was walking on the side of the road when a voice passed by.

"Wait for me to adjust the cappuccino backup first, I still need to reconnect the network, the magnetic field..." Different from the previous voice, the owner of this immature voice is obviously a little girl, absolutely not 15 years old.I was a little surprised because my first reaction was that Nazi spies had infiltrated Brooklyn, but apparently there was something wrong with that assumption.I just slowed down, pretending to be looking for something, and looking around.

"Hey girl, you don't mean to..."

There was a brief silence followed by stomping and stomping. I don't know what happened, but it seemed to cause a little commotion.

"Agomoto is in my hand, have you ever wondered where the Rubik's Cube is? Where is the scepter?"

"The Cosmic Rubik's Cube is also in the laboratory?"

"That's right, I think you have forgotten the agreement between Director Cyclops and me - they have sent the Cosmic Rubik's Cube, which is just opposite the experimental table, in that silver-white box." The girl continued, and I listened. Confused, but inexplicable, "If we want to go back, we have to wait."

"Wait until the Rubik's Cube reacts with Agamotto, tearing time and space." A mature male voice took over. "Edith, simulation plan. By the way, Christina, is the cappuccino ready?"

"Okay." The girl, it should be Christina, said softly, "There is no latest data, it should be the version left over from before. Our identity is ready. Technician Anthony Steele, Tony's son Peter Steele, and—"

Suspicious pause.

"Not related to you, but Christina Steele of the same Steele."

"Actually, I don't mind if you call me Dad." Anthony Steele teased. "Peter, what are you doing?"

"Why are you eavesdropping on our conversation." A young boy who looked like a high school student hit me on the shoulder with one hand, and I turned to stare at him, and the latter's pupils shrank.An expression called surprise was put on his face bluntly. "Who are you……"

Anthony stepped out of the shadows, his expression unchanged, and he gave Peter a look, as if to convey some order.The latter pulled me into the alley.

I observed secretly, and there was a little girl in the alley, about thirteen or fourteen years old, with very elegant clothes.Thinking back on her tone, I always feel that she has unwarranted arrogance and contempt for everyone.The man named Anthony is a little fat, with a little bread crumbs hanging from the corner of his mouth, and he is dressed casually, but the luminous triangle on his chest makes him special, and the inadvertent grace in his gestures naturally distinguishes them from the whole of Brooklyn .

I've made up my mind to take that girl named Christina as a hostage when I run away.

"Dreaming," the girl said suddenly, though she didn't even look up.The tumbling characters poured down in an instant, "Sergeant Barnes."

"?!"

It is definitely Hydra!

This tone, at first glance, is a big boss; this image, at first glance, can arouse others' desire to protect; this ability, at first glance, shows high IQ; these three people, at first glance, have unknown secrets!

God, I get it!Poor Steve, I might just have to go this far with you...

"Why is he so sad?" The young boy standing at the farthest couldn't help asking.

"Because he over-enriched his brain, he started brain-enhancing." Anthony walked in front of me and looked at me with cold eyes.

"Damn Nazis, damn Hydra, I, James Barnes, must expose your conspiracy!" I roared.What to do, I am a little concerned.

No, I can't be cowardly.

Christina Steele, who didn't even bother to look at me, asked, "Do you only have Hydra and the military in your eyes?"

"Haven't you seen an arms dealer?" Her finger pointed to Anthony. "Haven't you seen a high school student?" She pointed to Peter.

"Why are you so handsome?" she continued to ask.

Yeah, why on earth is this?

The author has something to say:

Privately established, information systems have used electronic products during World War II. (Hydra was already used in the movie anyway.)

I watched QQ early in the morning, and several people asked me if I was still on ao3.I'm dumbfounded.

Then stunned.I just think of the guy who reported three websites.

It's black powder. . .

It's getting weirder now.I think it's a group of people who are too busy at home looking for trouble.

Although I am very opposed to tearing things up and down on the Internet, I insist that if the matter is not resolved properly, I will turn black.I wait for the result.