[Zhongyingmei] After Chaoying killed me

In the Quinjet, Steve and Wyatt sat facing each other, preparing for the upcoming battle.

Steve was wearing Captain America's standard uniform, with a red and blue round star shield at his feet, and a helmet on a stool beside him.

While adjusting his belt to the best condition, he was also carefully looking at the brown-haired youth in front of him.

When Wyatt applied to join the operation to clear the remnants of Hydra, Steve was keenly aware that this always gentle and calm young man behaved——

Not quite right.

Steve couldn't tell what was wrong, but at Wyatt's insistence, Steve agreed.

He is a member of the Avengers, also has a strong ability, Steve has no reason to refuse.

but…

"He...he's always been—"

After clearing several small Hydra bases, Clint looked at Wyatt's movements, and asked Steve with some disbelief, "Is it so desperate?"

Steve looked at Wyatt's back with worry in his blue eyes, just as he was looking at the brunette youth with the same eyes now.

Having been with Wyatt for so long, he knew Wyatt's character, and Wyatt, who had always been a stable character, would not be like this now - don't die.

Yes, Steve thought of the word, fuck it.

The young man reaped the enemy's life like a sharp blade, full of indescribable oppression and heaviness on his body, and at the same time, he seemed to have never paid attention to his own protection—if it wasn't for Clint backing up with a bow and arrow , To resolve those hidden dangers in advance, the young man may have been seriously injured.

Steve, who has experienced war, has seen this happen, on those desperadoes.

Lost something important, so indifferent to their own life, martyrdom, free from death.

Such a state should not appear on the young man in front of him——Steve frowned, unable to understand that the image of this calm but optimistic young man at this time would overlap with those desperadoes in his memory.

At this time, Wyatt was seriously adjusting the position of a gun on his body, and did not notice Steve's gaze at all.

Or, even if he noticed, he wouldn't care.

At this time, he has nothing else to care about at all, and he has only one purpose in his heart - to completely eradicate Hydra in his limited life.

And on the way to eradicate Hydra, the system also received countless rewards for successful revenge - the survival time is getting longer little by little.

But that didn't make Wyatt too happy.

This is just to give him enough time to complete his plan.

Anyway, he's going to die eventually, he thought.

He couldn't and couldn't do it to Tony - Tony had done nothing wrong.

It was him who was wrong.

After adjusting the position of the last weapon, Wyatt rubbed his right thumb and index finger unconsciously.

This is an action he has often involuntarily done during this period of time.

The touch in the memory is so real, the warm blood flowing down the hand, the feeling seems to linger in Wyatt's mind for a long time and cannot go away.

Wyatt always felt that the blood hadn't dissipated, but was still on his hands.

... blood from Ms. Jones.

Recalling this, Wyatt's eyes narrowed slightly, and his slender eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes.

"...Wyatt?"

Steve finally yelled.

He couldn't let the youth go on like this, even if nothing happened now.

But the next battle will only be more dangerous-they are about to go to the last Hydra base they can find, and it is also the largest one.

Wyatt hid his emotions well, and looked up at Steve, with a hint of doubt just right in his light gray eyes, as if he was asking what's wrong.

This made Steve stuck, how should he speak?

"Is nothing wrong?" He had no choice but to ask, his azure eyes were full of worry and helplessness.

"of course not."

Wyatt shrugged, curled the corners of his mouth stiffly, and showed a slight smile—even without any smile, "Why do you ask that?"

Of course Steve didn't believe Wyatt's poor performance, in fact, it made him a little more concerned.

But what should he say?

Why do you, who are always talkative, become silent now?Why are you so desperate in battle and don't pay attention to protecting yourself?

— this is so stupid.

"Hey boy, the captain is worried about you."

Natasha, who was sitting in the driver's seat but had been paying attention to her teammates, interjected.

She didn't shy away from anything. In fact, she thought it would be quicker and more effective to speak up at this time. The red-haired beauty switched the fighter plane to the autopilot position, and then turned the seat around.

"You know, you wouldn't be sitting here right now without Clint's timely help."

The keen Natasha also noticed Wyatt's situation. Her words were more straightforward and sharp than Steve's, but they also contained a lot of concern.

"Of course, I've always been this good."

Clint in the co-pilot's seat also turned around. He pulled out a pack of dried blueberries from an unknown corner of the fighter plane—it seemed that Tony put it on the fighter plane, and he always stuffed it in the corner of the fighter plane. Snacks - grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth, puffing his cheeks and saying.

"But to be honest, you have to protect yourself." He shrugged, "Even if you have the most powerful archer in the world as your teammate."

"That's because there aren't many people left with bows and arrows left in this world." Natasha gave Clint a blank look, joking to ease the atmosphere.

This made Clint, who was about to share some dried blueberries with Natasha, withdraw his hand angrily. He grabbed another handful and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing hard, as if this was what happened to Natasha—— But obviously, there is only a little psychological comfort.

"But he's right." Natasha sighed and looked at Wyatt.

Crete snorted beside him.

Seeing his teammates looking at him mildly or jokingly, but they all contained worry and concern, Wyatt couldn't help but feel a warm current in his heart.

He hooked the corner of his mouth, and this time he smiled from the bottom of his heart: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

He pulls a knife from his cuff and cuts his finger before Steve tries to stop it, and the cut on his hand heals before the blood even comes out.

"I'm very resilient, I mean, I'm going to be fine," Wyatt said.

"But that's not an excuse to disregard your own safety."

Steve frowned, his mild blue eyes were full of seriousness and disapproval at this moment.

Facts have proved that a person who has always been gentle is really serious, especially this is Captain America, the spiritual symbol of the United States-Wyatt had no choice but to promise that he would never do that again.

But in reality, when it comes to combat, these guarantees will not be fulfilled.

This is the last Hydra base that can be found, located in the snow-covered place in the deep forest.

In order not to slip through the net, the four started to act separately.

And Wyatt's wind blade seems to be the best blade when sneaking in, and he can get the opponent's name when he is silent.

But he was found after he was careful to hide his tracks - the wind blade hit the man's body and made a loud sound of hitting the metal, but the man was unscathed and turned his head to look.

--Mutant.

This suddenly attracted more people's attention, and four mutants suddenly surrounded the base.

The one who metalized his body, the one who could control fire, the one who could hide his tracks, and make himself blend into the environment well, and a mutant who could also manipulate metal, but was obviously weaker than Magneto.

The cooperation of the four put Wyatt in trouble.

While avoiding the siege of the three, Wyatt also tried his best to use the flow of air around him to search for the mutant who was hiding around and might sneak attack at any time.

The scene was stalemate for a while, but Wyatt frowned and made a decision.

After dodging the oncoming fireball and metal block again, Wyatt revealed a seemingly inadvertent opening.

A long knife suddenly appeared from the shadows and pierced Wyatt's stomach where he didn't notice.

"ended."

The mutant who was good at hiding said coldly, and the long knife pushed in a little more heavily, bringing out Wyatt's muffled groan.

But at the same time, Wyatt held the hand holding the scabbard with his backhand, and with the other hand, he pulled out a pistol/gun from his waist and pointed it at the man's head.

"caught you."

Wyatt said softly, and pulled the trigger under the man's disbelieving gaze.

"boom--"

Accompanied by the man's fallen figure, Wyatt panted heavily, and slowly pulled out the long knife inserted into his abdomen. The blood that gushed out continuously soaked his clothes, but the wound was healing at a rapid speed .

Wyatt didn't show pain—in fact, he didn't even think he felt much pain anymore.

This series of actions only happened for a moment, he numbly threw the long knife aside, and looked at the other three with indifferent eyes.

The metal fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the next second, the wind supported Wyatt, allowing him to dodge the ensuing attacks at a fast speed, and the wind blade swirled across the face of the fire-controlling mutant. throat.

There are two left.

Wyatt counted, without the restriction of the mutant hiding in the dark, his attack became more open, and the sharper and more powerful wind blade separated the body of the mutant who could be metalized - at this time Mutant abilities cannot protect him.

As he fell slowly, only the mutant who could control the metal was left.

Numerous metals around him floated up and stabbed straight at Wyatt. This was the mutant's last struggle.

A wind wall formed around Wyatt, blocking the piercing metal, but one or two fish that slipped through the net still pierced Wyatt's body—but he seemed to be unconscious, and walked towards the man step by step. Mutant.

Since the wind blade will be blocked by his metal, then——

Wyatt stretched out his hand, pinched the mutant who had no resistance, and exerted a little force.

The mutant struggled, frantically mobilizing his abilities, more metal pierced through the wind wall and pierced into Wyatt's body, but he was still ignorant and ignorant.

The mutant's movement gradually slowed down, and the metal suspended in the air gradually fell down, hitting the ground with countless crashing sounds.

Wyatt gradually let go of his hand, and the pain gradually flooded into his brain.

The rapid recovery ability can keep his life from being threatened, but it can't suppress the pain - but for Wyatt, it seems to be a reassuring feeling.

- I deserve it.

he thinks.

Since he couldn't die for the time being, then this could be regarded as a kind of atonement.

It is my atonement for still living in this world.

Wyatt touched the wound that was already healing, took a rough breath, and turned his head to determine where to go next.

And the sound of bullets piercing through the air came at this time—someone was shooting coldly.

Wyatt wasn't even sure where the sound came from, he hurriedly used his abilities to protect his vital parts, and then waited for the pain to come - anyway, he wouldn't die.

he thought.

And what he heard was the crisp sound of bullets hitting metal.

"—damn it, is that what you do to yourself?"

Tony's voice came from under the visor, and the mechanical voice revealed a strong sense of anxiety and anger.

and trembling uncontrollably.

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