How the Good and the Villain Saved Each Other

Steve slowly opened his eyes, felt his face was wet, subconsciously raised his hand to wipe it, and found that it was full of tears, Loki and Scarlet Witch were sitting in front of him and looked at him worriedly.

"Did it work?" He asked, turning his head to look at Bucky, who was lying next to him but still asleep. The man looked serene, with his mouth slightly pouting, as if he was immersed in a sweet dream.

"Successful, the 'nail' really disappeared, otherwise I wouldn't let you quit." Wanda replied with a forced smile. She looked a little tired, with the same big dark circles under her big eyes, "But Are you all right? I feel—sad."

Steve shook his head, took the towel handed over by Loki and wiped away the tears on his face: "Can we continue?"

Loki's eyes wandered between Steve and Wanda, as if making some kind of evaluation.

"Drink this, it will help you replenish your magic power," he handed the girl a glass of drink with strange green water vapor, "and then we will continue."

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Before Steve opened his eyes, he felt cold. The coldness seemed to emanate from the deepest part of his body, so cold that it could freeze the whole world into ice, and it seemed to be the other way around, the coldness of the whole world condensed into a fistful of ice. The ice pick pierced through his heart fiercely.He trembled and struggled to hold up his eyelids, and what he could see was a piece of silvery white. In his ears, the sound of the "boom" of the train reverberating in the deadly whiteness was like a death knell.

Snowfield, train, he guessed where it was almost immediately.He stood up, raised his head and looked up at the cliff not far away, that was the place where Bucky fell, the beginning of that unbearable fate of suffering, it stood tall, pointing straight at the dark sky like a sharp sword, It was so cloudy and dark that it seemed as if it would collapse at any moment and hit the top of his head.The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that it was creepy, there was not even the slightest sound, no sound of snowflakes falling to the ground, no sound of wind blowing trees, no sound of birds beating their wings, the pure white snow seemed to absorb everything.

Steve closed his eyes in pain. This is the snowfield in Bucky's memory, cold, dark, and dead like a cemetery.He is powerless to change all this, but this time at least he can be with him so that he will not be alone.

He quickly found his Bucky near two fallen spruce trees, lying face down in the snow, his brown hair matted and icy, his left arm bone broken at the elbow, and only A layer of skin and flesh was barely connected to the body, and the sea-blue combat uniform was also torn by branches, revealing snow-white cotton wadding inside and a few deep bone-deep wounds; behind him, a creeping trace marked by blood was shocking. Dried up, but reddened by being soaked in snow.

In the dream, Steve had dreamed of such a scene countless times, the cruel white and the poignant red were intertwined and twisted, and the broken arm lay quietly in the middle, shrouded in the shadow of death.That hand had stroked his hair time and time again, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, soaked the towel to wipe his sweat from his illness, and handed him sweets, cakes and all the good things.That hand was a part of Bucky, like a part of Steve, but now, half buried in the snow, no matter how much he longed, he still had to leave his gentle master forever, how hopeless and sad it was.

He tore off his clothes and tried to bandage Bucky's broken arm, but the blood kept flowing out. He tried to treat other wounds, but it still didn't help. The blood continued to spread and even stained the entire snow.

Steve took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. This was Bucky's memory, and it would be futile to do anything before his consciousness woke up-he had to wake up Bucky first.

"Bucky!" He called his beloved's name, and pushed him hard until the man raised his eyes slightly.

"Stevie—" Bucky responded softly, the voice was so small that it was almost unreadable, but it made Steve cry with joy.

"Yes, Bucky, I'm here, are you okay?"

"Great," Bucky said reluctantly, his teeth were creaking from the cold, but the corners of his mouth tried to curl up, showing a nice smile, "It's just too cold, I can't feel my dick anymore, but Let's hope it doesn't break like my arm or too many girls will be sad."

"Don't you forget to show off your brilliant achievements at this moment?" Steve wanted to laugh and even cry, but he couldn't cry, so he could only smile wryly.

"That's a man's medal, no less than that cross-shaped one." Bucky obviously knew how to take pleasure in bitterness, "Speaking of which—have you hung that beautiful Ms. Carter on your chest?"

"No," Steve picked Bucky up carefully, and let him lie in his arms without touching the broken arm, "Peggy and I are just good friends, I respect her but not Love her, I love you, Bucky, and I'll propose to you when we get out of this snowy field."

"It's as if it's true," Bucky muttered and moved his body, choosing a more comfortable position in Steve's arms, "If it's sincere, why don't you kneel here?"

"Because I need a ring," Steve bowed his head and kissed Bucky, first on the forehead, then on the bridge of the nose, "and a romantic enough setting, at least with a fireplace—" He kissed the two cold and dry pieces again lips: "—it's really cold in here."

"You shouldn't have come to me," Bucky leaned on Steve's shoulder, those kisses made him very comfortable and relaxed, "You have your mission, Hydra's base has not been completely cleared, Our war has not yet been won, and this place is too dangerous, and you will die here."

"It's okay," Steve said, his voice choked up. "We can die here together, Steve Rogers and James Barnes, just the two of us, and it's a Happy Ending, right?"

Bucky pouted.

"But I'd rather leave alive," he struggled to get up from Steve's arms, "Where's your shield?"

Steve froze for a moment, thought for a while and pointed to his feet: "It's right here, I think the snow has buried it, so I'll take it out."

He recalled Loki's words, and tried to concentrate on describing the appearance of Star Shield in his mind. This is a world dominated by Bucky's thinking. He must guide Bucky to believe and imagine in order to make things that should not be here out of thin air. Appears, and given that he has been accepted by Bucky, he can also strengthen the existence of things through his own meditation.

When he frantically pushed aside the snowdrifts with his hands, he found that the all-too-familiar Star Shield was just lying there. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his old buddy with a smile, and handed it to his best friend: "Look, it's just Here it is, intact."

Bucky didn't speak, just took the star shield with his right hand, looked down at his left arm, then he took three deep breaths, raised the shield and slammed it at the broken part of his left arm.

"Bucky!" Steve yelled, grabbing his wrist, "What are you doing?!"

Bucky raised his head, his lake-green eyes looked straight at Steve, calmly: "You know what I'm going to do, I have to do this, this arm can't be kept, if you don't deal with it as soon as possible, you will lose blood More and more, we will not be able to get out of this snowfield by then."

Steve stared blankly at Bucky, yes, he did know what he was going to do, he wanted to use the edge of the star shield to completely cut off the connection between the severed arm and the body, and cut off his own flesh and blood, so, in reality, Bucky Did you try to do this too?There is no star shield, no Steve, only him alone, injured and cold, in order to escape this endless white terror, return to Steve, and cut off his arm forcibly—but What would he use to cut off his own arm?He had nothing on hand, not even an emergency kit.

He looked into Bucky's eyes calmly, gently took the star shield from his hand, and held it firmly, his trembling lips revealed the pain in his heart.

"I'll come," he said softly, "let me come, will you?" It's my sin, at least let me bear it.

Bucky pursed his lips, showing a sad expression for the first time in the snow field.

"No, Stevie, I can't ask you to do this for me," he murmured, "You can't stand this...you can't stand this more than I can..."

Steve shook his head slowly, gently let Bucky sit with his back against the tree trunk, and supported the back of his head with his left hand: "Just like I can't bear all this, you can't bear it too, but we are together It will be different—I will be with you until the end of life, the end of time, the end of everything."

As he said that, he leaned over to kiss the other party, and at the same time raised the star shield, and chopped down towards his bones and flesh.

They exchange saliva, and Steve feels Bucky's lips trembling in his own, tearing at pain and bliss.So, he sucked him harder and entangled him, as if using this sucking and entanglement to give him the strength to continue.

"God, Steve, you really love me," Bucky pressed Steve's forehead, and rubbed his right hand against his best friend's neck, the pain made cold sweat drip from his forehead, "Of course you love me, How could I have been so stupid as to not realize this?"

"Maybe because it's all so natural," Steve replied, neatly bandaging Bucky's severed arm.

"Let's take a rest and hit the road, shall we?" he asked thoughtfully.

"No, let's go now," Bucky shook his head, leaned on the tree and stood up slowly, looking pale but full of fighting spirit, "Someone just said that they would propose to me after leaving here, and I have never been asked in my life Marriage—not to mention that I have a broken arm now, such opportunities are not too many, but I must seize them firmly."

"People all over the world know how beautiful the Venus of Milo is." Steve put his lover's right arm on the back of his neck, and leaned over to rub his frozen cheek, "You are always the most beautiful , Bucky."

"Then I'll have to break another arm." Sergeant Barnes turned his head, trying to get his bearings. "Damn it, it's all the same here. Do you still have your compass?"

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They cuddled up to each other and walked towards the depths of the snow. The heavy snow covered their calves, making every step extremely difficult. The feeling of clamminess surrounded them like a pack of wolves with malicious intentions, attacking them from time to time , trying to bite their throats.

No goal, no direction, they just kept walking like this, one step, two steps, three steps... No one spoke anymore, because they knew each other well - they would never get out of this snowy field, and they would never get out of this snowy field even if they went forward desperately. Not to leave, but to enjoy this short but precious time, this warm but doomed companionship.

Gradually, the black clouds above the head dissipated quietly, revealing the dark blue clear night sky; then, a round of moon rose from the distance, it was big and round, so perfect that it seemed only to appear in love movies, the pure white snow field Shining like diamonds under the moonlight, the cemetery of pale lives instantly turned into a beautiful fairy tale world.

They walked like this for a long, long time, until the battlefield of blood and fire was far away, so long that time and space lost their meaning, and so long that Steve couldn't tell whether it was reality or fantasy, but he I don't even want to stop, Bucky is here, he's already got the whole meaning, why go after it?Why fight?Trekking through the silvery white with Bucky is a walk in heaven compared to crying on the wall of a car alone.

——"It's so beautiful, please stop for a while."

"Steve——" it was Bucky who called him. Steve blinked in confusion, and slowly turned his head to smile at his lover, only to find that the other person's face was full of worry.

"What's up, Bucky?"

"I can't get out, Steve," Bucky panted heavily, his pale face almost blending into the mysterious snow field, but his green eyes were still as bright as the stars in the North Pole, "but you can, you have to get out of here , you can leave, right?"

"I will not leave you alone, I will never leave you alone again," Steve shook his head firmly, "You know who I am, and you know how stubborn I am."

Bucky sighed, "Yeah, yeah, you're a Brooklyn sprout, but like your mom said, as long as you have a belief in your head, nothing and nobody can shake you— "

"—I can do whatever I want, as long as I can fight to the end for him." Steve continued, making the whole sentence complete. This is their game alone. Another person can complete the second half of the sentence.

"It's 'it', not 'he', my cutest little Stevie." Bucky's arm slid down, gently stroking Steve's side face, but then, a huge sense of repulsion followed With his sad smile swept away to Steve.

"Bucky!" Steve grabbed Bucky's hand tightly, but his body floated up involuntarily.

"You are better than good, you shouldn't be buried here with me. Steve, go back, marry a good girl, and I will watch you in the sky with Sarah." Bucky's tone was still gentle, as if comforting A child who was holding on to the hem of his mother's clothes and refused to let go, he let go of his hand little by little, and the rejection of consciousness immediately formed a huge vortex and swept Steve into the sky.

"No, Bucky," Steve yelled, "don't you understand? I owe you so much, I love you so much, and without you I've lost everything, and I'm all alone, and the whole world is to me It's just a tomb. If you persist, we will be able to leave here, you and me, together!"

He waved his hands in the air in vain, trying to grab something to keep, but in the end he couldn't grab anything, and could only watch helplessly as the blue figure of his lover got further and further away, getting smaller and smaller, In the end, everything turned into a blinding white...