How the Good and the Villain Saved Each Other

Steve just sat on a bench in Lincoln Park, listening to Rocky talk for 10 minutes.

"There are nine 'nails' in Bucky's mind, we have to remove at least three of them to get him out of Hydra's control, there is only one chance, once you start, you can't give up halfway, otherwise the good memories from the past have not had time to recover , Those bad memories recovered first will greatly stimulate him, and none of us can be sure what kind of mental state Bucky will be at that time." The evil god put his hands into a tower shape and pressed his chin, "Wanda and I both Ready, how are you, Cap?"

Steve raised his eyebrows: "I remember you said before that there will be a special training."

"That's right," Loki nodded earnestly, "It's over, just now."

"It's over?" Captain America couldn't help but open his mouth in disbelief after living for 90 years, "It's even shorter than my morning jog, and you didn't tell me exactly what happened after I entered Bucky's memory." what to do."

"No one knows about that kind of thing," Loki replied irresponsibly, "but I guess you'll be able to do the right thing if you don't do anything, just by being there."

Steve resisted the urge to support his forehead: "Thank you for your trust. Since this is the case, I don't think I have anything to prepare. You can decide when to start."

"Very good," Loki snapped his fingers, "Then tonight, I'm going back to brew the Sleeping Potion for Bucky." He stood up and nodded to Steve before disappearing In front of him, Captain America was left alone sitting there looking at the straight Lincoln Monument in the distance in a daze.

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When the wall clock reached ten o'clock, Steve and Bucky were sitting side by side on their big bed, wearing pajamas, waiting for the start of the incredible "Inception Game" directed by Rocky.

"After you think of everything, we can go to the Grand Canyon together." Steve put his forehead against Bucky's and gently suggested, "I have collected a lot of brochures, it's really beautiful there."

"It's all good." Bucky rubbed his lover's cheek, brushing his eyelashes across his lover's skin, causing a slight tremor.

"The travel can be discussed later, drink this first." Loki said to Bucky, and forced a cup between the two of them, and the latter drank the liquid without saying a word.

"What is this? The taste is not bad." He smacked his lips and commented.

"Sleeping Potion," Loki patted Winter Soldier's head, "can make you fall into a deep sleep, so that Wanda can help you establish a connection with the captain. Go to sleep now, and you will remember everything when you wake up."

Bucky lay down obediently, while holding Steve's hand with that human arm. Within a minute, he fell into a deep sleep. Loki waited patiently for a while, rolled his eyelids to check, and then went to sleep. Dagougou pointed: "It's time to start."

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It was a strange feeling, Steve thought, at first it seemed as if a telephone line connected his mind and Bucky's mind, and some thoughts and memories came from the other party intermittently, but not very clearly; The phone wire turned into a door, he was gently pushed into the door by some force, and an inexplicable door appeared in the back of his mind, he clearly knew that he was wandering in another consciousness, and the other A consciousness also entered his mind.

"Bucky—" he yelled, opening his eyes suddenly, only to find himself standing on the street, the same Brooklyn street he'd run countless times growing up.

After waking up from the ice, he revisited the old place. The five cents a glass of malt wine has now risen to six dollars, and the small shop where he bought burgers has become a decent French restaurant. And at a loss, there is no other gain.But now, the Brooklyn that gave birth to him and raised him reappeared in front of him, familiar yet unfamiliar, it looked exactly the same as in his memory, a simple newsstand built with wooden boards, a bakery with beautiful windows, floating in the air The aroma of apple pie, everything is so real that he wants to cry.

This is his and Bucky's Brooklyn, dead in reality but alive and well in each other's minds.

There were not many people on the streets in the afternoon, and Bucky had not received special training at that time, and his memory of ordinary people was very vague, which led to the fact that most of the passers-by had no faces, and their dresses were also very patterned. You can't even tell if it's a man or a woman, only the facial features of the beautiful clerk in the candy store by the side of the road and the fat aunt who sells fruit are barely clear - the former has dated Bucky for two years, while the latter often gives Bucky Free fruit, especially plums.

Steve crossed two streets in a hurry, eager to go home and have a look, but he was attracted by the noise not far away—two burly men were pulling someone out of the door of a small casino. thrown out.

"Get out, kid," one of them yelled. He had no face, but his voice didn't sound very friendly. "If you try to sneak in again, I'll chop off your fingers."

"As far as I know, there is no casino that kicks its guests out, old George, you don't do business like this." The poor man who was thrown out said, Steve's ears moved, it was Bucky's voice , he will never admit his mistake.

"I'm not entertaining you because you're cheating." The casino owner replied gruffly, but he didn't sound so righteous.

"I'm not cheating, I just win all the time." Bucky stood up and patted the dust off his body to argue, even though he couldn't see his face, Steve could clearly imagine his stubborn appearance.

The casino thugs obviously didn't want to waste any more time on Bucky, they waved their knives threateningly, then turned and went in, leaving Bucky alone at the door with his head downcast.

He must be raising money for me again, Steve thought sadly, children from poor families who were sick like him in those days usually didn't live to adulthood, and little John who lived in the low house around the corner also had asthma, He passed away when he was eight years old, and the boy nicknamed "Pocky" just contracted a cold, but died at home three weeks later.

The reason is very simple, they are all too poor, so poor that they can't even support healthy children, how can they have extra money to pay for the expensive medicines for years?

Steve is a posthumous child, and his mother has always raised him alone. He goes out to work during the day and mends clothes for others at night. Sometimes he can't bear to have more lights.Since he was sensible, he has always hated his own weakness and the burden he brought to his mother. His mother had to lie to him that children will get sick more or less, and they will get better when they grow up.So he waited so foolishly to grow up, but until he was ten years old, he was still sickly and not tall. Other children rejected him, refused to play with him, and even bullied him, but this also made him grow up to a certain extent. From a swamp of self-pity to a stubborn boy who wouldn't give up.

Then, he met Bucky.

He was blocked in the alley by a few gangsters. This kind of thing happened almost every three or two days, but that time a strange boy rushed in and blocked him.The boy was not the tallest and strongest among the group of children, but he was flexible enough and extremely smart. He quickly locked on to the little head with strangely dyed hair and knocked him down. After the rest waved their fists perfunctorily a few times They all fled away.

Since then, this boy named James Barnes has become Steve's patron saint. Although he is only a few months older than Steve, and although his family is not well off, he still does his best. Protecting Steve, he even found him a suitable job nearby - the newspaper seller on the corner downstairs would give Steve a dime every day to help sell the evening paper along the street, which is not a big deal Good income, but quite a lot for a 13-year-old kid, and more importantly, it gave Steve a sense of acceptance again - I'm not useless, look, I can Make money!

Now, the tall and burly Captain America walked into Bucky who was still standing in front of the casino, and lightly patted the boy on the shoulder: "Hey, you—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Bucky suddenly turned his head, his eyes staring like two headlights on high beams.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" Steve withdrew his hand quickly, apologized cautiously, and at the same time looked greedily at his best friend in front of him.He looked like a teenager, no more than that, with brown hair cut short, revealing a smooth forehead and round ears, and green eyes like the clearest lake, Steve could even hear the vitality flowing in it. The murmur of water.

"What's the matter, sir?" Bucky took a step back, his attitude softened.

Steve was a little speechless.

"I... I just wanted to come and ask if you need help," he stammered, and thought to himself that next time he must make up a reason in advance before approaching him. "You seem to need help."

Bucky looks at Steve playfully, his green eyes rolling up and down.

"Of course, sir, of course," his smile suddenly became... how to say... seductive, "I think we can help each other."

As he spoke, he ticked his fingers at Steve, signaling him to follow him, who was puzzled but obeyed obediently.

They walked into an empty back alley one after the other, Bucky turned around, still with a weird sweet grin on his face.

"Let's get started, sir," he said, grabbing Steve with one hand, putting his hand on his solid chest, and kicking Steve's asshole hard when Steve didn't know what to do.

Steve instinctively sideways to dodge the sudden attack, and grabs Bucky's throwing fist.

"What's going on?" He asked inexplicably, but Bucky didn't answer what he meant, but tried his best to break free from the restraint, but after failing, another fist followed closely. At the same time, a kind of A huge thrust and pressure suddenly fell on Steve, as if to expel him from this memory.

"Bucky, calm down! Listen to me!" Steve had no choice but to wrap his arms around him. Loki had warned before that Bucky must not have a sense of crisis towards him, otherwise his subconscious would automatically reject him. out of memory.

"You call me 'Bucky'?" The little guy in his arms stopped struggling, "You know me?"

The oppressive feeling disappeared miraculously, Steve heaved a sigh of relief, he let Bucky get out of it by relaxing his arms: "Of course I know you, I'm Steve...Steve's uncle."

Unshackled, Bucky turns to look at Steve again, then nods.

"I shouldn't just take your word for it," he said with a childish slyness, raising his chin, "but you do look like Steve, in terms of hair color and facial features, of course—if that guy could I'm really thankful for your size, he's 16 and still looks like a bean sprout."

"Don't worry about him, one day he will," blurts Steve, "I mean, it's in our family. I was skinny like him when I was a kid, and I was sick all the time, but look Now—” He opened his arms and turned around in front of Bucky to show off his good figure, which made Bucky smile, and it was a real smile, as warm and warm as a little sun .

"Who did you take me for just now?" Steve asked hesitantly, he had a bad guess in his heart.

Bucky scratched his neck. "Some guys who like boys, sorry."

Steve's face darkened, and he had to say that it was scary for a big man to make such an expression: "Someone harassed you before?"

"There have been a few times, you know I'm not bad looking. I usually trick them into an alley and beat them up, and then force them to hand over their money." Bucky replied with such a smile, as if that What a proud thing, but when he saw Steve's face, all the complacency was frightened back.

"How could you do that!?" Steve almost growled.

Baji shrunk his neck instinctively, and then snorted coldly not to be outdone: "They were the ones who conspired against the law, and they should have been severely taught. Besides, those hands touched my ass, so there must be a price to pay."

"I don't mean that," Steve argued anxiously. "What if you meet someone strong? What if you meet someone as strong as me? It's too dangerous, you'll be—will be -"

Bucky tilted his head to look at the incoherent Steve, and suddenly smiled.

"Thank you for your concern, but I can take care of myself." He put his hands in his pockets, looking like an adult, "What you should care about is Steve, have you visited him yet?"

"Not yet," Steve replied, racking his brains to make things round. "I had some trouble with Steve's mother, and she wouldn't want to see me."

"I wanted to ask you if you had money to see a doctor for Steve. In this case, Sara probably won't accept your help." Bucky sighed, "This time little Stevie is sicker than before. They all have to be heavy, but we don't have enough money to hire better doctors."

Steve suddenly remembered that when he was 16 years old, he was very sick, so sick that he almost stayed at that age forever.Last winter he had an asthma attack due to catching a cold, and until the next spring, his condition did not improve, but worsened. Dr. Elston was helpless, and they couldn't afford more money to see a better doctor, Barbados. Ji had no choice but to go to the fist. The wounds he received from the beating finally paid for his medical expenses, and he carried him to the big hospital in the city for a whole week before he recovered his life.

"You went to the casino to win money to treat his illness, right?" Steve looked at his young best friend, choked up and could barely speak.

Bucky looked at the big man with red eyes, and curled his lips in disgust: "Put away your excess sympathy, we don't need this. Actually, I think you'd better go back to your home immediately and don't bother Steve And Sarah, none of them have the energy to talk to you right now, so promise me not to make trouble, okay?"

Steve nodded, he was willing to agree to anything Bucky said, but—

"Are you going to fight?" He lowered his head and asked, even though he knew the answer, he still couldn't help asking.

Bucky frowned at Steve with a prudent look: "You seem to know a lot about me, which is strange." Then, he raised his hand to stop Steve from racking his brains to come up with an explanation: "There is no need to talk nonsense. After all, we won't have much intersection, and we may not even see each other again. I will take good care of Steve. I have learned fighting. Fighting is commonplace for me. I can definitely win."

Yes, you can win, Steve thought sadly, the price is a dislocated and fractured left arm, which took five months to recover, and in the near future, you will lose your left arm completely because of me.