How the Good and the Villain Saved Each Other

After parting, Steve fell far behind Bucky, he didn't know what he could do, what he should do, he kept in mind Loki's exhortation but refused to be reconciled, could he just watch Bucky helplessly? Did Kei suffer for him?It was a terrible feeling, to feel like he was that little Brooklyn boy again, helpless in the face of the malice and injustice of fate, nothing but anger.

There will be a way, there must be a way, he said to himself repeatedly, and followed Bucky into the boxing ring.

This is just an open space surrounded by a wooden fence, but there are surprisingly many people. There are three or four floors full of people around the fence. Almost everyone is waving bills to cheer for the fighters they bet on, or shouting loudly. Cursing at the man's boxing skills, body, genitals, and family, the volume was so loud that it made people's head ache.

A strong masculine smell mixed with the smell of sweat, alcohol and urine poured into Steve's nostrils, making him frown, and he pushed away the screaming faceless onlookers , successfully squeezed to the fence, and in the middle, Bucky had already fought with a tall guy.

Bucky is indeed strong enough. He doesn't look like that kind of burly type, but his body is very muscular. His punches are calm and powerful, and his body is flexible and changeable. He won the first two games easily, but he was defeated in the third game. The man punched him hard in the cheek.When he beat his opponent to the ground to get the money, and found Steve by accident, half of his face was swollen.

"Why follow me?" He wanted to smile at him, but grinned in pain because of the corners of his mouth.

Steve didn't speak, but strode forward and hugged Bucky in his arms, sobbing softly on his shoulder.

"You are such a weirdo." Bucky was a little at a loss, and finally had to reach out and pat the other person's shoulder, and commented unceremoniously, "Although Steve is shorter than you, he is much stronger than you."

"Are you still going to play?" Steve asked cautiously, buried in Bucky's shoulder, his voice muffled.

"Not today." Bucky replied, "I can't act too hastily and underestimate my opponent. I have to rest for a day and come back tomorrow."

Bucky won three more the next day, but his opponent dislocated his left shoulder.

"Why can't you admit defeat?" Steve distressedly massaged the shoulder he had just pressed. He couldn't do anything but watch. He was powerless to tamper with the memory. kick out.

"That little man Steve refused to admit defeat after being beaten so badly, why should I admit defeat?" Bucky snorted, "And if I can beat him, I know I can."

"Are you going tomorrow?" Steve asked nervously, "Shall we not go?"

"No," Bucky counted with his fingers, "three more wins is almost enough, and I have saved some money, plus Sarah's money is definitely enough for Steve to go to the doctor in the city—his It's getting worse and worse, and it can't be delayed any longer."

He looked at Steve's sad expression, and suddenly reached out and rubbed his golden head, just like he had done countless times: "Don't worry, the dislocation is only a small injury, it will be fine if it is connected, even a small injury It doesn’t matter, everything will be fine.”

But on the third day, Bucky encountered a strong opponent when he played for the first time. Although he barely won, his left arm, which was originally dislocated, was completely broken.

"Does it hurt?" Steve sat next to Bucky, who was wearing a pair of shorts, naked from the upper body, and was raising his good right arm to pour water into his mouth.

"Don't always be teary." Bucky wiped the water stains around his mouth with the back of his hand, and moved his left arm carefully. "Although the situation is not good, I can definitely win another game."

"Are you going?" Steve literally jumped up and said this, and Bucky patted him on the shoulder: "If you have money, you can pressure me to win, because I will definitely win—I Just bought myself to win with Steve's life-saving money, I have to win."

Steve clenched his fists, and he immediately understood Bucky's thoughts—one arm wasn't enough for him to last two rounds, and the only way to make enough money according to the plan was to put all his eggs in one basket. He wanted to save Steve's life, Bucky Ji only had this one chance, even if he was beaten to death on the spot, he would never lose the game.

Bucky's opponent was a strong man who was a head taller than him, with light steps and a professional look, but in comparison, Bucky was still the more flexible one, frequently making the opponent's fists miss, but with his left hand When he could hardly move, it was difficult for Bucky, who only relied on one arm, to get cheap from his opponent, and the situation on the field became stalemate.

At halftime, Steve jumped into the fence to wipe the sweat off Bucky's head and handed him a water bottle.

"That person may know how to attack, but his defense method is simple," he said in a low voice, and Bucky, who was panting with his head down, immediately turned his head and stared at him with surprised eyes, "You can try swinging punches."

"But straight punches are far more lethal than swinging punches," Bucky retorted, "My current combat power is limited, and I must gather superior forces."

Steve shook his head: "He can only defend against straight punches, and you are a flexible and fierce guy, so why don't you try my method? There is nothing to lose anyway."

Bucky tilted his head and smacked his lips: "Okay, as you said—it's nothing to lose anyway."

At the moment when the opponent fell to the ground, Bucky raised his right arm high and shouted, and the people off the field were also enthusiastic. No matter where he is, his strong spirit and tenacious fighting spirit always win respect and respected.With the agility of a happy fawn, he leaped over the fence and gave Steve a big hug, then happily claimed his winnings and took the money he had bet on from the exchange.

"You're amazing," Bucky praised Steve ramblingly on the way, he tends to talk when he's excited, and if he didn't have only one arm, he might even have to gesticulate, "I should have done it sooner. Asking you for advice, maybe you can save the medical expenses for fracture treatment.”

Steve forced a smile, never taking his eyes off Bucky's left arm: "Let's go to Dr. Elston now, shall we?"

Bucky nodded: "Sometimes I really doubt that you live nearby, otherwise why would you know so many neighbors in Brooklyn--Yes, Dr. Elston is the best at treating fractures, at least he has healed me no less than ten times .I have to get the arm done first, or Steve is going to make a fuss if he sees it, and I can't take any chances of making him worse."

They first visited Dr. Elston, splinted Bucky's arm amidst the old man's caring reprimand, then went back to Bucky's house, took his little private money, and then drove off Go to Steve's house, and prepare to take Steve to the city to see a doctor.

"Thank you, Mr. Rogers." Bucky said suddenly, and Steve smiled bitterly: "I don't think I can help at all."

"No, you helped a lot." Bucky looked at Steve's small house at the end of the street. It looked dilapidated, but the dilapidation did not detract from its cuteness. Tiff has never been sick like this, he has been unconscious before, but never for so many days, even Dr. Elston thinks he won't make it through this spring, I have cried secretly several times, almost desperate I really believed I was going to lose him. But here you are, you are exactly what Steve will be when he grows up, like a revelation, a prophecy, a Steve from the future, and I'm not afraid at once, lady luck Standing by our side all the time, there is no reason why he will suddenly slip away, as long as I do my best, I will be able to cure him."

"Yes, he will be fine," Steve replied with a smile, blinking his eyes desperately to control tears, his golden eyelashes fluttering like dewy butterfly wings, "you will be fine, no matter what happens What a terrible thing, you will be fine in the end, believe me, please believe in you."

"I believe you," Bucky replied, looking at Steve with a "I can't stand you" expression, "If I don't believe you, you'll cry for me, won't you? I don't want to watch a long The big blond guy with Steve's face was crying right in front of me, so I just had to trust you - how helpless."

Steve laughs, tears rolling down his cheeks, looking weird and funny.

"Jerk." Bucky shook his head and commented.

They walked side by side and chatted casually, and soon came downstairs to Steve's house.

"Sorry, but I don't think you can go up," Bucky said, stopping at the foot of the stairs. "Sara's at home, and you're going to upset her."

Steve looked up at the window in his bedroom, and through the curtains, the mother's figure was looming, so thin, so frail, and so warm and reliable.

"I understand." He finally nodded, "Then, see you next time."

"See you next time—" Bucky waved his hand at him, and ran up the stairs, but turned around suddenly.

"What's your name?" He smiled a little embarrassedly, "I've always forgotten to ask."

"Will Rogers," Steve put his hands in his pockets and looked up at Bucky. The backlight prevented Bucky from seeing his expression clearly, but he could still feel those two gentle gazes, "You guessed right, I am A Steve from the future, I'll be waiting for you in the future."