How the Good and the Villain Saved Each Other

The Winter Soldier dragged Sam and Clint out of the hall, and the two losers seemed to have accepted their tragic fate, let go of the poor pool table and followed him dejectedly.Also following behind Bucky was Steve, he just followed without saying a word, just like a stubborn little chick following a mother hen.

The team of four big men with different looks came to a halt in front of a room when Captain James Barnes stopped. The Winter Soldier viciously pushed open the half-opened door with his terrifying metal arm The door opened, and then a mix of women's screams and men's roars came from the messy inside, and one didn't need to look around to know what they were disturbing.

The Winter Soldier gave a cold snort without guilt, turned his head and continued to push his captives forward, while Steve said "sorry" to the two innocent people in the house who had their good work interrupted, and thoughtfully expressed his condolences. They closed the door again.

"Jimmy from the special operations team and Alice from the logistics department turned out to be a pair." Clint muttered in a low voice, and Sam looked at him with a look of monsters: "Your ass is about to lose its virginity, and you still have time to care about it." this?"

Hawkeye shrugged nonchalantly.

"I don't think James will come for real," he whispered to Sam, slowing down a bit, "and the captain has been following us, and he will never allow his Bucky to cheat."

At this moment, the Winter Soldier roughly pushed open another door. This time, they were greeted by two men cursing and a vase thrown at them.

So, the essence of the party is not the free drinks and chocolate fountain, but the hookup afterwards?

"Don't think I'll let it go if I don't have a room," said the Winter Soldier, unsure of finding a suitable place to fulfill his bet, and Sam could almost see a materialized black cloud drifting over his head. Floating away, "I'll just take off your pants in the hallway and fulfill my bet."

Sam shivered slightly, and stole a glance at the highly anticipated Captain America. Steve's expression was not much better, and Sam couldn't tell which one he looked like now and the one he had when he tore S.H.I.E.L.D. more terrible.

What if he decides to kill us all to keep his Bucky from cheating?Honest black guy has this ridiculous idea for no reason, even though he is a fan of Captain America and firmly believes that this man has the best qualities in the world, but come on, that's Bucky, for him, Steve did It makes sense to behave in any way, right?

The worst didn't happen, and Bucky finally found them an empty room before his patience ran out.

"Go in," he said to Sam and Clint, who swallowed nervously, and finally gave Steve a help-like look, seeing that the other's face was still expressionless, they had to walk into the room obediently.

Bucky leaned against the door and squinted at Steve, who was inseparable from him.

"Leave." He stared at him, his green eyes like cold sea water and burning flames.

"No." Steve replied, his gloomy appearance was terrifying, he was only a little taller than Bucky, but the shadow he cast seemed to cover Bucky's whole body.

"Whatever you want," the Winter Soldier said coldly, in a tone that could freeze people directly, "I'm happy to slam the door in Captain America's face."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to close the door and enter the house, but Steve grabbed his arm and roughly pulled him out of the door.

"Touch!" The door was stuck behind the Winter Soldier, and he himself was firmly pressed against the door panel.

"What are you doing?" The Winter Soldier pushed hard at the chest of the man in front of him, but Steve remained motionless, wrapping his arms around his lover's waist with one hand, and firmly dragging the back of his head with the other.

Then he bowed his head and kissed him.

It wasn't the first time Steve kissed Bucky, but it was the first time he kissed him with all his heart and without reservation.After becoming a lover, he has kissed Bucky countless times, kissing his beautiful eyes, smooth cheekbones, and full lips, but those kisses were too restrained, so light that they would be mistaken for a routine cutscene .

And now, with anger and possessiveness burning his brain, burning all worries, fears and worries into ashes, he wants to kiss him, only him, only him forever, and he will never allow anyone to get his hands on his Bucky , that belonged to him, a treasure that belonged entirely to him alone, and he would guard it by his side, like a dragon guarding a treasure.

Steve didn't want the kiss to end, and Bucky obviously didn't want to, and they just kissed like this, their lips constantly entangled, but they always fit perfectly, like two gears constantly "squeaking" Turning, but always tightly embedded together.

During the kiss, the volcanic and tsunami-like violent emotions disappeared invisible like the morning mist in the sun, and were replaced by a kind of inner peace.The brain stopped thinking, completely indulging in this kind of inner peace, they don't need to think about anything, they don't need to be afraid of anything, because the part that has been missing for a long time, the part that was forcibly stripped from their flesh and blood, after going through twists and turns After suffering, at this moment, he returned to his original body.

They finally reached perfection through each other again

—like when they first met in a dirty alley in Brooklyn.

Unfortunately, their lung capacity did not allow them to kiss to the end of time, and their lips left each other after all.

Why are we still here?They both thought, I thought we had left this world and gone somewhere else, where there was no past, no future, just the present, just the two of us, and we could cuddle up and kiss forever and ever.

"I love you, Bucky—" Steve trembles, even Captain America needs to breathe, "do you love me?"

Bucky wants to laugh, of course he does, he loves his blonde hair as bright as the sun, his eyes as blue as the sky, his sculptural face, his innocent smile as a child; he loves the way he walks , loved his charisma, loved his demeanor, loved the way he dressed (even if that was criticized for nothing by Loki) - look, he was wearing a dark blue shirt today, it made his eyes look better.

So, instead of answering, the Winter Soldier turned off the chandelier in the corridor.

Complete darkness fell around them, and the two could only feel each other's presence by groping, which reminded Steve of a poem: "In the night when three matches were lit, at first to see your face, Next is to see your eyes, and finally to see your lips. The rest of the darkness is to remember all of you, to hold you tight."

He fully understands what Bucky is implying, but he's not sure if their first meeting should be here, in a hallway where bystanders may pop up at any time.At this time, he felt the other party's lips approaching again, and the hot breath sprayed on his hot face, but Bucky didn't kiss him, but rubbed his nose lightly against his, this kind of intimate and careless The foreplay made him fantasize about gazing those green eyes into their owner's body.

While it may not be the most opportune time, the sheer perception of losing sight distractions will bring their hearts closer together.As Steve thought about it, he slid his hands down, letting them land on Bucky's belt with incredible precision...

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In the room separated by a door, Sam and Clint sat side by side on the carpet.

"When will they end?" the black boy asked his companion, staring blankly at the door in front of him. The poor wooden plank was under some kind of rhythmic impact, making the same rhythmic "bump" sound.

"I don't know." Clint leaned his head back on the mattress, trying to ignore the irritating cracking noises as much as the impact, "If the captain is four times as good at this, then we'll have to wait .”

"Maybe we can get some sleep first," Sam suggested.

Clint snorted and raised his chin towards the crumbling door: "Can you sleep?"

There's a silence, punctuated by numerous "Bucky," "My Bucky," and a screeching "Steve."

"Can't sleep," Sam's voice sounded again, with some hesitation, "By the way, I seem to be hard."

"Thanks for letting me know, but I don't really want to know that."

There was another silence, mixed with more sex, screaming, and incoherent speech.

"Would you like to lend a hand?"

"No, I have a girlfriend, sorry."

"Do you mind if I fix it myself here?"

"mind."

"Well, although this involves personal privacy, I still want to ask—is your girlfriend Natasha?"

"Don't worry, it's not her, but I don't think you stand a chance."

And they were not the only ones listening to the corner.

"Jarvis, remember to clear the corridor and remind everyone who intends to pass by to detour - as reliable comrades-in-arms, we are obliged to create the most suitable first-night environment for those two old popsicles." In the corner of the party hall, Tony nestled on the sofa and said My own electronic butler gave the order, and turned to Loki who was beside him and raised the starkpad with a dark screen in his hand: "Is it too much for me to order the night vision mode to be turned on now?"

Loki smirked and gave him a thumbs up, but Tony could tell the guy wasn't paying attention at all.

"Hey, hey——" He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers in front of the other person.

Loki tilted his head pretending to be impatient: "What's the matter, Honey?"

Tony narrowed his eyes and looked at the evil god: "I've always wanted to ask—what are you planning to do without telling me?"

Loki was a little surprised this time.

"Why do you ask that?" He raised an eyebrow.

"You have always disliked Maria Hill, but recently you poached her from Pepper Pepper as a deputy to manage the alliance, which is enough to explain the problem," Tony folded his arms and analyzed, "You know, no matter what happens you You can tell me that if the alliance funds are not enough, Stark Industries—"

"It's not about money," Rocky smiled and touched Tony's face, interrupting him, "It's not that I don't like Ms. Hill, it's that I don't like Nick Fury, and I don't want to hide anything from you, just To make some preparations in advance so that I can get away from here and go home - I've been away long enough, it's time to go back and see them."

"They?" Tony asked in disbelief. "You mean Frigga and—Odin?"

Loki gave a small "hmm".

"Holycrap!" Tony laughed, throwing the starkpad aside and rolling onto Loki, "Finally! This is the tenth wonder of the world! So I can call you 'Rocky Odinson' again Already?" Entrusted by Frigg, he has been trying to speak well for the father of the gods in front of Loki, but with little success, he did not expect this rebellious child to figure it out by himself.

"As you please." Loki tilted his head awkwardly, his eyes dodged but did not meet Tony's gaze, "I just started to understand some of his choices. There are some things that even the king of gods can't do, and he has already done it for Asgard. Germany has sacrificed enough."

"Is it because of the captain?" Tony scratched his chin and guessed, "Since you finished talking with him, you have been restless?"

Rocky nodded slightly: "I can't say that Rogers didn't inspire me, after all, he is a warrior like my father, he loves his world deeply, and he is willing to give everything for his world, even his whole life. Beloved. My father has often fallen into a deep sleep in recent years, I think I should be more generous and take the initiative to communicate with him, um."

"Is it my eyes?" Tony pretended to be surprised, "You seem to be blushing, like a little boy, mentioning the kind of admiration that his father would puff out his chest and belly."

"It's true that your eyes are dazzled." Loki snorted proudly, tapping his fingers back and forth on the armrest uneasily, just at this moment Natasha beckoned him to help, and he quickly got up and fled like a spring on his buttocks This topic, while Tony watched his hard-talking lover off, a sweet pleasure bubbling in his chest like a freshly unsealed Coca-Cola.

"Jarvis, we have to get ready for something."

"What's the matter, sir?"

"For example—a marriage proposal."

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The day after the party, when everyone was slumped in bed, Brock Rumlow opened his eyes.

I was probably in a certain ward, he was barely concentrating on thinking, squinting his eyes trying to adapt to the dazzling whiteness in front of him, the ticking sound of the machine in his ears made him dizzy.He strenuously raised his neck to take a good look at the surrounding environment, but after holding on for less than a second, he slumped back on the pillow. His strength seemed to be taken away from his body, and he couldn't accumulate it at all.

He remembered the collapsed building, the blazing fire, the pain of being hit by stones, the scorching smell of the skin burned by the fire, the oxygen covered in his mouth and nose, the needle pierced into his arm, and the fact that he was pretended to be There was a soft sound when it was put into the body bag and the mouth of the bag was sealed.

he died?Or still alive...

At this time, the door opened and a tall man walked in.

"How does it feel?" He conjured a chair out of thin air, gracefully placed it in front of Rumlow's hospital bed and crossed his legs.

The poor patient opened his mouth twice, but didn't say a word.

"Okay, okay, it seems that I have to get you something to drink first." The man said, snapping his fingers, Rumlow felt dazzled, otherwise how could a bottle of water appear in the man's hand out of thin air?

The man unscrewed the bottle, shoved the straw into his mouth roughly, and ordered angrily, "Suck!"

Rumlow wanted to roll his eyes, but he didn't have any extra strength, so he could only suck on the straw until the cool water flowed into his esophagus.

"You are Loki Odinson? That god of magic?" The moistened throat finally made a sound, although it was so hoarse that even its owner was startled.

"Loki's part is fine, as for Odinson—it needs to be considered." The evil god Shi Shiran put the water glass aside and replied with a smile.

Rumlow smiled wryly: "So, I'm a prisoner of the Avengers now?" He moved his wrist, and he didn't feel the traction of the handcuffs, but with his current physical condition, he didn't need handcuffs.

Loki flicked his tongue noncommittally.

"It depends on your position," he said, taking out his mobile phone to check the time, "I don't want to talk nonsense with you, your former instructor will arrive within 1 minute, you can have a good communication with him, after all you It has been lying on the bed like a potted plant for more than half a year, and now it is probably more outdated than Captain America."

As if to confirm what Loki said, a burly man with gray hair just opened the door and walked in. He was stunned when he saw Rumlow on the hospital bed, and then quickly walked forward and gave him a bear hug.

"Sorry, I'm sorry I can't stay with you for a long time," Loki stood up when he saw this, and smoothed out the folds on the suit that didn't exist. "And I've never been used to this kind of reunion scene."

"Thank you very much." The imitation master bowed solemnly to the evil god, "I never imagined that I would see a lively Rumlo again. You gave me a miracle."

"Live and jump? I really can't see myself being able to jump and jump." Rumlow complained weakly.

"Do you want to see 80.00% of my body with severe burns? There should be a video in the monitoring room," Loki said coolly, and then turned to look at the imitation master, "Then, our agreement——"

The former Hydra instructor bowed again: "I will report to the training room later."

"Very good, welcome to the Avengers." Loki reached out his hand to shake each other, and left the ward contentedly.In fact, quite a lot of guys don't really care about being goodguy or badguy, they just want their life to be as colorful as a candy box instead of a pool of stagnant water. The forced half-trade approach keeps the master imitator in the league to do what he does—as a trainer.And to be honest, the alliance really needs a professional coach. Although Clint and Natasha can barely do it, there will always be times when the strike is too heavy, which will directly cause the alliance assault team to be unable to complete the mission due to personnel injuries .

Besides, even if he didn't imitate the master, he would have to fix his crossbones for the sake of Xiaoluzi, so it's a good deal anyway, isn't it?

"Wait—" Rumlow called, and although his voice was not much louder than a mosquito humming, Loki turned back.

"Want to know how the Winter Soldier is doing?" He tilted his head and smiled, "Actually, I can ask him to come and see you tomorrow—if it wasn't for his communication with Captain America so 'in-depth' last night that he couldn't wake up today. Come to bed, and you'll see him right away."

Crossbones' already pale face became even paler because of Loki's words.

"He returned to Rogers?" This sentence is not so much asking Loki, but answering himself.

Rocky sighed: "While I'm glad to see Captain America has a rival in love, I have to say - James Barnes is born to belong to Steve Rogers, and vice versa."

"But the Winter Soldier isn't," Rumlow said, snorting, both weak and angry, "they put things in his head, and as long as those things are there, James Barnes doesn't belong in history." Steve Rogers."

Loki's eyes flashed: "What exactly are 'those things'?"

"I don't know," Crossbones shook his head, "my rank is not high enough to be told about this." But he has been paying attention to the Winter Soldier and everything related to him, vaguely aware of some unknown secrets .

"Well, who knows?"

"The Winter Soldier is an important asset of Hydra. I think only regional leaders at the same level as Pierce are eligible."

Loki frowned. He had a vague feeling that something was wrong when he entered James' dream before, but soul magic was not his specialty, and he couldn't help without the Mind Stone.

Maybe I should go back to God's Realm as soon as possible to ask my mother for advice, Loki thought to himself, he has gradually handed over the alliance affairs to Ms Hill, it's not that he doesn't know that she is Fury's eyeliner, but right now there is really no better candidate up.

—I hope they'll have the scepter back when I get back.