How the Good and the Villain Saved Each Other

Steve didn't know where he was, whether he was awake or asleep, and the cold breath of the snowfield still seemed to be lingering around him.

And in this trance, he felt someone grabbing his collar.

"What the hell did you just do?" The man yelled at him roughly, and Steve opened his eyes dizzily under the strong shaking of the other party, and what he saw was the green green eyes of the evil god who opened wide with anger. eye.

"What's the matter?" He asked blankly, a kind of exhaustion deep into the marrow made him extremely slow, and he didn't suddenly understand until he saw Bucky lying beside him.

"Do you know what time it is?" Loki let go of Steve's hand, allowing him to fall heavily back on the bed, "Seven o'clock - seven o'clock in the morning, less than three hours before the sleeping potion expires .”

"That's impossible!" Steve's eyes widened, and he almost sat up. "I'm just staying with Bucky. We're trudging through the snow. I don't think we'll spend that much time."

Loki took a deep breath trying to calm himself down.

"I have repeatedly emphasized with you the danger of entering other people's memories," he finally said when he thought he was calm enough, "especially Bucky, you treat him...you love him, and you are guilty, and it is easy to immerse yourself in the memory of others." You can't extricate yourself from it. You were lost just now, but fortunately he kicked you out, otherwise you and his spirit will all be trapped in it, and your body will sleep forever until you die. Me and Wanda, we can only watch helplessly Now, no one can save you."

"What about this 'nail'?" Steve asked eagerly, "Is it still there?"

Loki pursed his lips, and this action looked surprisingly similar to Bucky.

"You succeeded, again," he replied with a sigh, "but only by a narrow margin, and we're running out of time to take any more risks."

Steve nodded: "I will pay more attention this time, can we continue now?"

"No." Loki flatly refused.

"I'm fine, I'm perfectly fine—"

"You said you were fine?" The evil god interrupted him roughly, "Then show me your right hand now."

Although he didn't understand why the other party made such a request, Steve was still ready to act according to his words, but to his surprise, his right arm seemed to be completely out of the control of his brain. It issued a command, but it still couldn't move its right hand even when its forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"This is the consequence of being forcibly ejected, mentally traumatized, unable to flexibly control the body," Loki said, "and even if you continue, Wanda must rest-she will not be able to eject you within two hours." went in."

Steve turned his head with difficulty to look in the direction of the Scarlet Witch, and saw that she was sitting on a chair, her head was drooping weakly, her long brown hair was in a lock, and she seemed to be fished out of the water Wet through.

"I'm sorry, Wanda," he said softly, and the girl looked up a little, showing a forgiving smile, while Rocky half-hugged Steve so hard that he could lean against the pillow, and stuffed the straw into his mouth.

"Drink," he ordered, his anger finally dissipating a little after watching Captain America behave obediently.

"You must be calm, and try not to put too much emotion into it, otherwise you will delay the action, and you must know that our time is running out." Sitting next to the bed, the evil god told him again, even though he knew that Steve couldn't do it at all, but— — "Know that our time is short."

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Steve has performed countless dangerous missions, but he does not blindly focus on the results. As long as he goes all out, he can accept success or failure, and it is this peaceful attitude that has helped him win countless unsatisfactory games possible wins.But now, he has never been so eager to succeed, because this is the only chance, the only chance that can make that person come back intact.

RememberWhoYouAre, Bucky, you have more right to be free than you know, I know you want this freedom to be who you are, so remember yourself, find yourself, be yourself.

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After opening his eyes again, Steve found himself standing in front of the tavern in London. He remembered this place. It was here that he recruited all the members of the Roaring Commando. Kindness, and Bucky, he will always remember how he tilted his head under the gentle light and loud music and said that he would always follow that Brooklyn kid who fought and didn't know how to escape.

If it is this memory, he has to change his appearance to get in touch with Bucky, because there must be a "Steve" in it. Since he is there, he cannot be there. There cannot be two Steves in a memory, otherwise It will collapse because of illogicality.

Convincing yourself that you have another face is extremely difficult, which is much more difficult than creating a shield out of thin air in the snow. Steve had to borrow a staff member from the Avengers Information Department. Face, the man is often ridiculed and favored by women for his resemblance to Captain America, and for Steve, changing to a look similar to the original face can ease a little difficulty.

He didn't know how long it took him, but he knew he couldn't spend any more time on it, so he took a deep breath, pushed open the wooden door of the tavern and walked in.

Different from the first memory, many details in the tavern are miraculously clear: the bartender with a rag on his shoulder, the soldier in military uniform holding a glass high, the smiling girl with affection, and the girl dancing on the black and white keys of the piano. Fingers, and the drunken but extremely cheerful songs in the air, and all of these are integrated into the dim light, like everything under the afterglow of the setting sun, beautiful and full of sadness.

Oh, he doesn't know yet, Steve thought bitterly, the day after he fell off the train the place was blown to rubble by German fire and Steve couldn't even sit where they were sitting To mourn my best friend.

He walked through the crowd as naturally as possible, politely turned down two girls who approached him, passed the wine table of the Howling Commando (the Captain America was also sitting there), and went straight to the bar deep in the tavern. Bucky was facing Sitting there drinking alone by the door.

"Hey, can I sit here?" Steve tentatively pointed to the seat next to Bucky and asked. Best friend: "Of course, there's no one here anyway."

"Thank you, I just saw Captain America sitting here, I think he might come back later." Steve heaved a sigh of relief, asked the bartender for a glass of beer, then turned his head to Bucky with a smile and expressed his desire Talking posture, after the last two memories, he has probably found the trick to remove the "nail".

Bucky glanced at Steve and shook his head: "Trust me, he won't come back, as long as you want, this seat will be yours all night long."

Steve felt his stomach sink at the words.

"You are close friends who grew up together," he moved uncomfortably on his chair, "Of course he would be willing to come back to you and have a drink with you."

"Maybe." Bucky hummed and answered casually.

"Maybe?" Steve's voice changed in surprise, and Bucky seemed to be immersed in his own emotions, completely unaware of the other's strangeness.

"Steve Rogers would want James Barnes, but Captain America wouldn't," he said, the whites of his eyes flickering in lights and shadows, "he's grown—literally Growing up—finally breaking through the shackles of the body that I have always wanted to break through, like dusty pearls finally regaining their original colors."

"Isn't that nice?" Steve asked cautiously. "I thought you'd be happy for him, since you're such a good friend."

"Yeah, I'm really happy for him, and from now on the world will see the Steve in my eyes, upright, brave, and never back down," Bucky said, staring down at his glass, revealing the haze unique to drunks. "But from now on, I will no longer be the only one who loves him, respects him, and is willing to follow him, and he no longer needs protection. He will make great achievements in battle, receive the Cross Medal, be received by the president, and become a national idol." —I think I'm going to lose him."

"No, you will never lose him!" Steve tried to argue, but could only utter this sentence clumsily, Bucky raised his head and drank the beer in the glass, when the glass was put down At that time, he was still smiling, but there was a shadow of dark clouds in his smile.

"Actually, I should have prepared earlier, after all, you can't expect to monopolize such a good person all the time," he motioned the bartender to have another drink, "and I have tried repeatedly to let others see the real Steve, especially Steve. Girls, but they always fail. They only want to see his short stature and pale skin, but always ignore his soul. Now, his appearance can finally match his soul, and the most beautiful girls in the army will come over on their own initiative Talking to him, and I feel sad and jealous about it, it's so paradoxical."

"Jealous?" Steve repeated dumbfounded, for Bucky's almost confessional compliment.

"It's not that I'm jealous of Steve, only the villain in the movie will go astray because of jealousy of his best friend," Bucky replied with squinting dissatisfaction, "I'm jealous of those people, obviously I was the first to find out Steve, but in the end they took him away."

Steve stared at Bucky, gripping his hand with his own eyes, until Bucky was baffled and irritated: "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"You love him, don't you?" Steve asked through trembling lips, holding his breath involuntarily. "You love Steve Rogers."

"Of course I love him." Unexpectedly, Bucky replied very naturally, and continued to look at him with a look of monsters, "You still have a problem with your comprehension after drinking too much, we have talked for so long, I Keep repeating this theme all the time?"

"No, I don't mean that kind of love." Steve shook his head back and forth, trembling with tension and joy.Is it possible that Bucky loved him too, in the same way, with the same feelings, since they were both just boys in Brooklyn?

However, Bucky's next sentence forced him to stop further questioning—"But I'm almost sure that I'm going to lose him, even if I'm not careful, I can find more than one detail to prove it."

"Details?" Steve asked blankly, he was even a little aggrieved, he didn't understand what he did wrong, which caused Bucky to have such a misunderstanding.But at this time, the tavern began to slowly disappear, together with the men toasting and laughing, and the lovers making out in the corner, like an oil painting that was scraped off and painted again.

The light became brighter, and the fresh breath of nature replaced the mixed flavors of the tavern, and they were miraculously placed in a dense forest.

The author has something to say:

RememberWhoYouAre, you have more right to be free than you know, I know you want this freedom to be who you are, so remember yourself, find yourself, be yourself.

——From the Marvel series of comics