How the Good and the Villain Saved Each Other

At this time, a burst of thunderous cheers attracted both of them to turn their heads together, and found a large crowd of people surrounding something like stars holding the moon. The golden blonde hair faintly passed through the gaps in the crowd.

That's definitely Steve Rogers.

Natasha raised her well-shaped eyebrows suspiciously, while Loki raised the corners of his mouth with a confident look on his face.

"What did you do again?" the red-haired female agent shook her head and asked clearly, she was so familiar with this expression.

"Just a little favor." The green-eyed deity shrugged, took out an amber bottle from his pocket and shook it, "The thousand-year-old wine in Asgard's collection, the wine barrel is made from the wreckage of Brunhilde's fleet, just now I Accidentally added three drops while mixing Steve's drink."

The Goddess of Alliance tilted her head and looked at Loki with a half-smile. The diamond earrings shone brightly under the light.

"I gotta say—nice job, they really took too long." She praised, and raised her glass to the evil god. "No need to be humble, you really helped."

"Thanks for the compliment," Loki also raised his glass, "May all go well."

"May all the best."

There was a pleasant sound from the light touch of the crystal cups, and the two smiled tacitly at the same time, and happily drank the wine in the cups. Well, as long as you put your heart into it, life is full of surprises.

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If we want to understand what exactly happened to Captain America, we have to rewind the time half an hour ago, when he and his Bucky were still squeezed into the armchair like a nest. The two lovebirds in the movie chatted affectionately, which gave Steve the illusion that they were not in a Stark-style luxury party, but lying side by side in the Brooklyn afternoon sun Get off, rocking the rocking chair and gossiping about family affairs one after another.

But this comfortable state didn't last long, because Bucky was drunk.

The wine quality of this Brooklyn wild rose has never been very good. Steve has never seen him lying down somewhere to sleep peacefully after being drunk, but staring at his bright green eyes. Dive into the girls, unrestrainedly swaying his eternal excess of charm and hormones.

"Don't be so bitter, Steve," the Winter Soldier patted his current boyfriend on the cheek with a grin, the look in his eyes made him look completely out of touch with Winter, "let's have some fun How about it?"

"Trust me, Bucky, that's not a good idea," Steve said, taking his lover's hand. "Let's go back now, shall we?"

The Winter Soldier stared displeasedly, his green eyes stared straight at Steve because of his drunkenness, and the water was steaming in them.

"Go back?" He repeated inarticulately, his cheeks flushed, "No, there is only one boyfriend who tried his best to find various reasons not to sleep with me. I don't want to go back at all."

Steve sighed, Stark always talked about his lack of sexual experience, but in fact he is not as "pure" as everyone thinks, after all, he has been in an art troupe full of beautiful girls for a long time. For a short period of time, and at that time he happened to be in the contradictory period of trying to get rid of the abnormal desire for his best friend, urgently needed a new relationship, and facing a boyfriend with blond hair, blue eyes and a good figure, no girl would just Satisfied with touching little hands and kissing little mouths.

But Steve wasn't very keen on it, not that it was uncomfortable to do that kind of thing, it's just that the emptiness and guilt it brought afterward made him even more afraid to avoid it.He didn't love the girls, and although he had seriously imagined marrying them and living with them after the war, they would never really have each other—he couldn't understand them, their ideas about clothes and cosmetics. Correspondingly, they can't understand him, he is not a circus performer with a handsome appearance, who only pretends to beat Hitler on the stage, he aspires to be A soldier who sacrificed his life for his beliefs on the battlefield of iron and blood, that's why he was born in this world.

Only Bucky can understand him, their communication is so smooth, without words, a gesture, a smile or even a short eye contact is enough, how could he not love him, how could he not want to enter him, Possess him?But he can't sleep with Bucky, as long as he doesn't sleep, there is still room for maneuver. If Bucky remembers the past and doesn't want to be with him anymore, they can be friends again.

—he couldn't take any chances, he couldn't lose Bucky again, and he was almost certain that if it happened again, he wouldn't be able to survive.

So the only thing he can do now is to silently follow behind his lover, let him take himself to find the so-called "fun", like a primary school student who has done something wrong and doesn't know how to fix it, suppressing the uneasiness in his heart—— Even if Bucky really wanted to take a girl back tonight, he wouldn't protest. After all, it was his fault that he failed to meet his needs, and Bucky should punish him no matter what.

Steve was definitely relieved when Bucky stumbled past a group of girls giggling with wine glasses and finally stopped at the pool table.

"Want to join? Handsome guy?" Sam raised his chin at the Winter Soldier as he fiddled with the club in his hand.

"Why not?" Bucky hiccups, "You know I don't remember, but my gut tells me I'm pretty good at this."

"That's right," Clint straightened up. He just hit a red ball into the pocket without any mistakes. He is a good archer and he has a good shot. Return all the money, and you are not allowed to cry to Captain America." Then, he smiled at Steve, "Together? Cap?"

Steve shook his head. It's not that he doesn't know how to play, but he really isn't in the mood to play, but Sam's eyes lit up, and he immediately echoed: "That's right, and it's going to be doubled, how about it?"

"Is this another gamble?" The Winter Soldier smiled maliciously, "I don't care, anyway, the last ones crying and begging to be let go must be the two of you."

Sam curled his lips: "Don't be too conceited, no matter the dollar or the euro, I will let it stay in my pocket honestly tonight."

The Winter Soldier waved his hand: "I have the same 70-year pension as Captain America. Money is not a problem. This time I want to play something different. Do you dare?"

The two looked at each other and burst into exaggerated laughter at the same time.

"Are you asking if we dare? Hahaha——"

"Why don't you ask Captain America if he dares to kick Hitler's ass?"

The Winter Soldier looked at them playfully, like two silly rabbits who had voluntarily slipped into a hunter's trap.

"Speaking of butts," he rubbed his nose, "the one who wins me gets 1000 euros, and the one who loses to me—" He paused deliberately, then opened his arms and announced: "—must be beaten by me last time .”

The smiles on the faces of the two eagles froze in an instant, they shielded their chests with both hands and took a step back in unison, their movements were in unison as if they had been rehearsed countless times, and the eyes that stared at Bucky were inexplicably terrified.

"Just like Area 51 in the United States of America, my ass is also a restricted area, and no one will allow anyone to trample on it, so don't think about it!"

"I thought James Buchanan Barnes was a good, upright and brave fellow, as written in the history books. I never thought you were such a person!"

"I didn't expect myself to be this kind of person," Winter Soldier said quietly, "until I met a boyfriend who wouldn't make out with me to death."

"Shula——" Captain America immediately became the focus of everyone, his handsome face flushed red.

"When's your birthday? I'll send you a dozen treasured teaching videos." Clint immediately said sincerely to the Winter Soldier, "Maybe you want to change your bet, after all, our ass is far less beautiful than the captain."

The Winter Soldier smacked his lips: "When people are hungry, if they can't eat French meals, they can only drastically lower their standards and eat a few compressed biscuits to satisfy their hunger."

The "compressed biscuits" had a gloomy face, and were about to make a dying struggle, but Bucky sighed first.

"What?" He tilted his head to look at the two of them with a provocative expression, "Just now you swore that you would win my money into your pockets? Now you are a coward and a coward?"

Sam and Clint looked at each other again, seeing determination in each other's eyes.I have to say that Barnes is indeed a terrible opponent in terms of gambling luck, but he is drunk now, and he is so drunk that he wants the ass of men other than Captain America. Look, he can't even stand upright, They need to hold on to the table to balance their bodies. It is impossible for them to lose to such a drunk, so——

"We bet."

And 10 minutes later, their jaws were wailing and rolling as Bucky hit a perfect drive -- without even resorting to an extension.

"Did you make a bet with James?" A girl from the rehabilitation department stabbed Clint. Bucky's excellent performance attracted many people, and now the table is surrounded by league members.

Clint nodded gravely, he really didn't have the strength to speak - Captain America's good Bucky wouldn't really ask them to fulfill their bet, would he?May God have mercy on us.

"Don't you know? Never bet with James," the girl said without noticing Clint's bereaved face, "any bet is not allowed, he is not only the favorite of Captain America, but also the favorite of Lady Luck , you will lose until you take off your pants."

Yeah, I think I'm going to take my pants off soon, Clint thought sadly, is it too late to regret it?

The Winter Soldier slowly straightened up amidst the cheers of the crowd.

"It's time to fulfill the promise," he brushed back the brown hair hanging on his forehead, and hooked his finger at his defeated general in a libertine manner, "I don't think there will be a shortage of vacant rooms in the Stark Mansion, Which of you two will come first?"

"He!" Sam and Clint yelled in unison. After discovering each other's attempt to betray their teammates, they became furious and began to push each other, trying to push each other to the Winter Soldier to protect themselves. Finally, they both fell into a wrestling position. Fell down on Tony's soft rug and started fighting.

What is it about promises that is so scary?The onlookers expressed their curiosity.

Steve, who had been silent by the side, carefully pulled up Bucky's pants.

"You're kidding, aren't you?" he said in a voice only the two of them could hear. "You don't really want to…sex them, do you?"

The Winter Soldier looked at Steve, the pent-up anger that had been suppressed in his sobriety suddenly bursting out.Every time he worked up the courage to suggest that they could go a step further, the man either ignored him or talked about him, or made excuses and hurried away.He even purposely imitated the man in the video file to smack loudly while Steve was giving him a rehab massage, but that didn't do any good at all, just got a "Bucky, I need to go to the bathroom ".Steve's refusal was too obvious, as if he condescendingly agreed to his confession just out of pity for him. This kind of attitude, which was close to charity, made the Winter Soldier both ashamed and furious.

Now, what qualifications and position does he have to prevent him from having fun?

Thinking of this, the Winter Soldier broke free from Steve's hand in a vengeful manner, and stepped forward to pick up Sam and Clint one by one.

"Actually, you don't have to fight so fiercely," he said with a fake smile, "I don't mind you being together."

The two poor fellows were holding on to the pool table, refusing to let go.

"I'm willing to pay 1000 euros," Sam yelled, "maybe 2000 euros, as long as you let me go." And Clint also had a quick idea: "We can work together to knock Steve unconscious and tie him to your bed, so Once you get there, you can enjoy a big meal instead of nibbling on compressed biscuits."

"But someone has to eat the biscuits, otherwise they lose the meaning of existence." Bucky said in a reluctance and annoying attitude, and at the same time increased his strength, dragging the two eagles together with the pool table to the direction of the corridor, The teeth-scratching sound of the table legs scraping across the floor was like the broken hearts of Sam and Clint.

—Winter Soldier is not real!