How the Good and the Villain Saved Each Other

Steve was standing in a small apartment in the center of Bucharest. The windows here were not big, and the lighting was poor. Even at noon, the room was still dark like evening. Various soda bottles and instant coffee sticks were scattered on the table. The sink was full of dirty empty dishes.

Steve casually took a notepad from the refrigerator to look through it, and found that it was full of newspaper clippings about himself. He shook his head a little funny, and picked up another one, which contained some things he had never heard of. Under each name are the names and addresses of relatives, some are ticked, and some are circled.

"Still curious about other people's privacy, huh?" A familiar voice came from behind him, Steve turned his head happily, and sure enough, he saw Bucky standing by the door. He had a beard, a baseball cap, and only a pair of Green eyes glowing in the shadows, fruit in his left hand, a paper bag in his right, showing the corner of a long loaf.

"No, I'm only curious about yours." Steve put down his notebook and walked up to Bucky, took the bag in his hand naturally, smiled, "Sorry, for peeking at your diary 70 years ago and 70 years later Peek at your clippings."

"I said don't come to me." Bucky muttered and took off his hat. His hair was longer than before and hung messily around his neck, but he seemed to be fatter than when he left, with chubby cheeks People can't help but want to squeeze it.

"I'm sorry again, but the circumstances are special," Steve shrugged, and announced the bad news in a pretentiously relaxed tone, "You were found thousands of miles away in Vienna and created a vicious terrorist incident that killed 12 people , now the whole world is looking for you. To make matters worse, Tony knows about Howard and is on his way."

"Damn it!" Bucky covered his face with his hands, lowered his head, and at this moment, Steve's cell phone rang.

"Have you found him?" Loki's voice came from within.

"We're in this together." Steve switched on the speakerphone and handed the phone to Bucky.

"Hey, Rocky—" Bucky forced a smile.

"Clean up, you have to go now," Loki did not greet, but explained the situation straightforwardly, "Interpol, the Joint Anti-Terrorism Task Force, and street vendors selling plums and newspapers are all looking for you. And Tony, he's not emotionally stable, and I'm worried he's going to hurt you."

"Bucky has a fix in the metal arm, tell us how to remove it," Steve interjected.

"The third section from the top, uncover the casing, and there is a small chip inside, just take it off."

"Are you and Tony okay? I hope he didn't lose his temper because of your concealment." Steve asked as he fumbled to remove the location chip.

"It's not good, but it's not too bad." Loki flicked his tongue and answered briskly, sounding like he was in a good mood. "Find a hiding place and remember to contact me. I have to go and talk to you."

Steve hung up the phone, threw the chip and the phone into the sink, and turned on the faucet.

"We can't contact Loki anymore," he explained, turning to his best friend with a puzzled look on his face. "Bucky, I know you have a good relationship, but you only know the good guy Loki, but you've never seen his dark side. Except Tony , he doesn't really care about anyone else; and for Tony, he can kill anyone without mercy. We don't know how much Tony knows. If it is all, then Loki will not act; if it is One part, or the bad part, and we're in trouble."

"Everyone has a dark side except Captain America," Bucky shook his head and smiled, and Steve's nervousness was relieved by his little joke, "but I trust Loki, he will never hurt me, I Have faith in him."

"Maybe," Steve packed Bucky's freshly bought fruit and bread into his tactical backpack, and turned to stare at his beloved, "but we can't take risks in the dark, we... I don't want to lose you again. "

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After traveling for 4 hours, they were finally able to meet Sam who was waiting near the border.

"Hey, buddy," Sam patted Bucky on the shoulder, "You look like you're doing well, you've put on a lot of weight, and Clint would be happy to see you appointed—he's not the roundest Avenger after all. "

"That might be it," Bucky shrugged, "I have a different physique from his. It's easy to gain and lose fat. Besides, he's married, so a beer belly will be his standard."

"I think we should get in the car before we tease Clint, after all we have a fugitive among us," Steve interjects, getting into the passenger seat first.

"It's so cunning, it took the good seat first." Bucky muttered, and climbed into the back seat with a dissatisfied expression.

"Before going to the safe house you prepared, I need you to throw away your phone, Sam." Steve turned his head and solemnly asked the Falcon who started the car. The latter was slightly taken aback, then took out the starkphone in his pocket, and shook out of the car Without further ado, the window threw it out.

"Okay," he stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed onto the highway quickly, "Can you tell me the reason on the way?"

"Loki might come after us."

"What?" Sam opened his eyes wide, but obviously only took it as a joke, or an exaggeration, "Why? You didn't call him for the 3P with Stark?"

"It's complicated," Steve sighed. "Simply put, we know a secret that he doesn't want anyone else to know."

Sam's face became serious: "This sounds very 'Rocky', may I know what secret is it that pissed him off?"

Steve shook his head: "I can't tell you, Sam, for your safety, after all, being hunted down by Loki is no joke."

They took turns driving, and it took a day and a night to reach the safe house Sam was looking for.This is a cabin in the forest, not too big but enough for three or four adults.

"It was built by an old friend," Sam took out the Star Shield and Bucky's used gun from the trunk, and explained, "He usually comes here when he hunts in winter. I have been with him twice, I believe He won't mind staying for a few days."

"Thanks, Sam, it was a great help," Steve said sincerely.

"You're welcome, Cap, those who shoot you will eventually shoot me." The handsome black guy smiled, showing his white teeth, "You stay and clean, I'll go buy some necessities, and bring a few more by the way." The barrel of oil is back."

They watched Sam drive away and began to survey the surrounding environment and the small shelter.

"It's really nice here." Bucky spread his arms and took a deep breath, feeling the fresh air fill his whole body from his nasal cavity.

Steve smiled and looked at his intoxicated lover: "That's right, and you also dreamed of being a forest ranger."

"Do you remember?" Bucky was surprised, "I used to have a lot of dreams, reliable and unreliable."

"Like being Dora's husband," Steve said, and they both burst out laughing.

"That's right, how old was I then? Thirteen?" Bucky couldn't straighten up with a smile, "Dora is even younger than me."

"You've always preferred girls younger than you, but you're actually more attracted to mature women," Steve recalls.

"Actually, mature women are also good, at least they have more perfect breasts." Bucky smacked his lips pretendingly, "But I'm not sure if it's appropriate to discuss this with my boyfriend."

They joked with each other and walked into the wooden house, and began to clean the dust accumulated throughout the spring and summer. Steve even took off the bed cover and quilt cover, washed them, shook them out, and hung them in the sun between two trees. on the rope.

It's more tiring than fighting Hydra, he thought, flexing his sore shoulder, but I love this life, the peace and simplicity and Bucky.

He flicked the drops of water from his hands, thinking about chopping some firewood to make a fire for cooking, but he couldn't find the ax after going around outside, so he decided to go into the house to look for it, but when he entered the door, he suddenly found Loki inside. Said was standing right behind Bucky, with a knife held to his neck, and the ring finger of the hand holding the knife had two rings, one of which had been around since the moment Steve saw it. It just stayed on Tony's ring finger.

"At first I thought you and Sol were the same kind of people, so bright and upright to the point of stupidity. Later, you subverted my cognition a little bit, and made me more sure that all human beings have a heart of darkness." The evil god grinned grinningly, The blade almost pierced Bucky's fragile neck, "You are very smart, Rogers, you know you have to keep a hand, but you are still far behind me."

"So, Tony knows that the Winter Soldier killed his parents, but he doesn't know that he is the origin of it all." Steve nodded reassuringly at Bucky, then turned to Loki, trying to figure out the current situation, "And you don't Going to let him know."

"Bingo," Loki nodded cheerfully, "now, tell me where you hid the papers that Peggy Carter handed you, Cap, or I'll cut the neck of your green-eyed sweetheart."

"Rocky, I understand that you want to protect Tony, you want to hide the secret forever," Steve spoke as slowly as possible, and raised his hands cooperatively, indicating that he didn't have any intention of resisting or making other small moves, "We The goal is the same, and we are friends, you don't have to take such extreme measures."

"Correction—it's 'used to be friends', when our interests don't conflict," Rocky smacked his lips, "I suddenly realized that I made a mistake. I shouldn't have tried to use peaceful methods from the beginning. I You two should have been killed from the start, now it's time to put things back together."

Steve counted the time silently in his mind, Sam should be able to come back in half an hour, and the situation might turn around by then.

"You know me, Rocky, you know I'm a man of my word," he tried to stall for time, "and I swear hereby that the secret of Howard Stark's betrayal of James Barnes will never be revealed To anyone, you can trust me."

"I believe in you, Cap," Loki replied, "but I believe in corpses even more, they can't even speak, and of course they can't leak anything. We should end the 'bullshit time', can you give me the documents now ?”

Steve shook his head, extremely firm: "I won't hand over the documents to you."

"Yeah, yeah, you are as wise as you should have thought, once the documents are in hand, I will kill both of you without any scruples." The evil spirit blinked playfully, and curled the corners of his mouth evilly, "Of course you You can go to a stalemate with me for survival, but you must know that I have never been a patient person. Once I get tired of this confrontation, another possibility will arise, that is, I will kill you two first, and then I will kill myself. Dig out everyone you've been in contact with since you got the file - it won't be too hard to have a Friday to help - and call on them one by one until I find what I'm looking for."

He stared at Steve's gloomy face, and smiled triumphantly: "So, make a choice, Cap, to save your own lives, or those innocent people's."

At this time, Bucky, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

"You're not going to hurt us," he said, as if it wasn't Loki who was holding a knife to his vitals.

"Really? Let's try it then." Loki snorted disdainfully, with a little force on his hand, blood immediately rolled down from between the blade and Bucky's neck.

"Stop!" Steve yelled, fighting back anger and fear, momentarily dazed by Bucky's blood, "We trust you, okay? We don't even suspect you're an asshole, okay? You don't Need to show us your cruelty over and over again."

Loki rested his chin on Bucky's shoulder, smiling happily, like a child who has gained the upper hand in a game: "Relax, Cap, as long as you do what I want, I will do what you want, how fair. "

Bucky wasn't as excited as Steve was, and this minor injury was nothing to the ex-Winter Soldier.He stood there calmly, then unexpectedly turned his head, and gently rubbed against Loki's cheek, at the same time keenly feeling that the blade was almost undetectably off his neck-although only A little, but it ensures that his aorta is not accidentally injured.

He's afraid of really hurting me, and he still cares about me, Bucky thinks, and the thought brings a long sigh of relief.

"Please, I can't help you escape, little guy," Loki quickly got rid of the skin-to-skin contact with Bucky, and turned to staring at Captain America, "I'm running out of patience, Rogers, hand over the documents , you can die more quickly, if not, I will peel off his skin in front of you."

But just as he turns the handle of the knife again to teach Steve another lesson, Bucky suddenly laughs.

"You think it's funny to be skinned?" Loki asked displeased, his tone sounded gloomy and scary.

"You may have a lot of torture methods, but I bet you're not a skinner," Bucky replied with a smile. "You're elegant, funny, and kind, and you can't really hurt me."

Loki narrowed his eyes: "Honey, 'kindness' is a derogatory term for me. If you want to compliment me, what other word should you use? What do you think of 'evil'?"

Bucky still kept his smile, looking like a kid clinging to his favorite toy.

"No, Loki," he said, "you're a better man than you think you are"

As he spoke, he turned around boldly, allowing the blade to draw a shocking bloody gash on his neck, but the evil god moved his hand hastily, and even pushed Bucky hard to keep him away from the sharp blade.

"Look, that's the kind of person you are." Bucky showed a big smile, not at all like a young deer that just escaped from the hunter, but took a step forward to close the distance between him and Loki, "I It's the God of Gamblers, I'll never be wrong—whether it's a man or a god."

Loki stared incredulously at the pair of green eyes that resembled his own, and moved his gaze down to the mangled neck. He took two quick breaths, and suddenly let out an angry roar. At the same time, he threw his backhand, and the knife went straight Inserted into the wall, the blade is completely gone, only the handle is left outside.

"Damn! Damn! Damn—" he snarled, bewildered like a beast that had lost its target, wishing he could pounce on Bucky and Steve and tear himself apart before that.Look what he has done?He shouldn't be hanging out with them, sitting on the couch with them every "movie night" and eating popcorn, looking out for each other in every big fight, emotions that make him weak and vacillating, even the simplest Killing will be merciful.

"Actually, you don't have to worry," Bucky sighed, and gently grabbed Loki's hand and shook it. After the latter tried to shake it off to no avail, he let him continue to hold it. "Tony lost his hand because of me." His father is still suffering a lot, and I am willing to do everything possible to make up for it, and if hiding the truth will make him feel better, I promise never to speak up."

Loki stared at Bucky, as if making some kind of assessment.

"I want those documents." In the end, he still demanded stubbornly, "You claim to believe me, and you claim you will never tell the truth to Tony, then give me the documents."

Bucky turned to look at Steve: "Where's the file?"

"At your house." Steve hesitated for a moment, but still answered truthfully, "I bought that small house with 70 years of retirement money, and put the most important items in the basement."

"You heard me," Bucky turned to look back at Loki, "Steve said they must be there, he won't lie to me."

"Yeah, your Steve wouldn't lie to you, never will," Loki murmured, but he kept lying to Tony, no wonder the man wanted to break up with him.

"I'll go back and get the things now," he straightened his back, regaining the majesty of a strong man again, "don't think that people can fool a god, I can find you anytime and anywhere, if you let me know that your mouths confide Anything that shouldn't be revealed, I'll cut it off, understand?"