How the Good and the Villain Saved Each Other

The suite designed by Tony is very thoughtful. The bedroom and studio are independent, fully guaranteeing personal privacy. In addition, the living room, kitchen, bathroom and other places are shared, so that couples have enough opportunities to have intimate contact .

"Do you like it here, Bucky?" Steve asked patiently standing in the bedroom that belonged to the Winter Soldier, and his taciturn friend beside him was still stern and silent-he couldn't answer this question because he didn't know Knowing what he likes is somewhat frustrating for the Winter Soldier.

"It's okay, we can take our time." Captain America said understandingly, and pointed to the huge bed in the middle of the room, "How about lying on it and trying?" He wanted Bucky to sleep well, And the bed is clearly the key to this.

The Winter Soldier hesitated, because this was not a very clear order, he didn't know whether he should obey immediately, but Captain America sat on the bed first.

"Come on—" He waved to the Winter Soldier with a bright smile on his face, and the latter walked forward silently and sat down on the other side of the bed, not far or near.

"It's too soft, isn't it?" Captain America pressed the mattress and frowned and said to himself, "I remember that we always slept in tents during the war, and at the worst time we slept directly on the ground, and the back hurt from the stones. Lying on this kind of soft bed feels like lying on a cloud, it's just—" He suddenly remembered that Bucky had slept in the freezer most of the time in the past 70 years, and immediately stopped talking.

Without Steve's nagging, a long silence naturally spread between the two of them. The Winter Soldier didn't feel embarrassed. Outside of missions, he actually didn't have a sense of time. In the small dark room in the sun, one can sit for a whole day without any sense of time, but Captain America is a little restless.

"Bucky," he suddenly stood up and walked to the Winter Soldier and knelt down on one knee, his blue eyes looked up at him beggingly from bottom to top, "tell me something, okay?"

The Winter Soldier's eyes widened for no reason, and he quickly looked away after meeting Steve.

"What?" he asked uncomfortably, a little at a loss.

"Anything is fine." Steve said softly, shaking the Winter Soldier's calf gently, "Even if it's 'the weather is nice today', 'the color of the table is so ugly', I like to hear it—— As long as it's what you say."

The Winter Soldier opened his mouth, then closed it again.He bit his lip and held it back for a while, but still didn't say a word, his shoulders slumped in frustration, with an angry expression on his face.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I should find an interesting topic instead of forcing you to think about it." Captain America said kindly. He thought for a while, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to the Winter Soldier, " Before, Dr. Evanson said that regular life can help you recover physically and mentally, so I drew up a schedule for you according to our previous habits, and you can see where you need to modify.”

The Winter Soldier moved his legs back awkwardly until they hit the edge of the bed. He took the form with a frown, and saw that it read:

6:00-7:00 wake up, clean up, breakfast

7:00-9:00 Sports rehabilitation

9:00-10:00 health follow-up inspection

10:00-12:00 Free time

12:00-13:00 Lunch

13:00-15:00 Psychological rehabilitation

15:00-17:00 Sports rehabilitation

17:00-19:00 Free time

19:00-20:00 Dinner

20:00-22:00Movies

22:00-23:00 Massage and rehabilitation

23:00 go to bed

"It's still chaotic outside, and Hydra hasn't given up searching for you. Considering your safety, it's best for us to stay in the building for the time being." Steve glanced at the Winter Soldier carefully, and then explained, "I I don’t want to keep you locked up, but I just don’t want to lose it—if you want to go out, I’m willing to accompany you, no matter where you go.”

"I would," the Winter Soldier replied abruptly, adding, just as Steve was at a loss as to whether he wanted to stay or go out, adding, "It's nice here."

Steve breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but be delighted—Bucky talked to him and was willing to stay by his side.

"What about the bed?" He decided to pursue the victory, "Do I need to change it?"

The Winter Soldier thought for a while, and suddenly stood on the bed like a child, stepping on the mattress and jumping twice.

"It's soft," he commented solemnly, as if he had just finished testing a certain cockpit. "The one I sat on before was fine."

"Are you referring to the one in my dormitory? Then I'll ask Jarvis to place an order for another one later." Steve smiled and looked at his lost and recovered best friend, "But you should take a shower now, I have some brand new clothes in there that should fit you well."

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Taking advantage of the interval between the Winter Soldier's shower, Steve quickly made a list of the items he needed and asked the electronic housekeeper to help him buy them—usually he likes to do this kind of thing by himself, but now he doesn't want to leave the building and Bucky for a second.

Just as he was sorting out the things he had brought, the bathroom door opened, and the Winter Soldier came out, wearing Steve's white overalls vest and sweatpants. Out of sexy lines, the half-length brown hair was messily scattered on both sides of the cheeks, and small drops of water "tick-tick" fell to the floor.

Steve hastily pulled the towel over Bucky's head. The guy used to never brush his hair properly after taking a shower, and he would shake his head like a big dog to get water droplets everywhere.

"You wash too fast," he said as he brushed his best friend's hair, "why don't you enjoy it for a while?"

"The water is hot." The Winter Soldier said, his voice muffled under the towel.

Steve amused: "You prefer a cold shower?"

The Winter Soldier shook his head.

"It's nice to be hot," he replied very seriously, "but it's always been cold, very cold, and I don't like it."

Steve stopped laughing, he wanted to cry even more now.He tried hard to restrain his turbulent emotions and dried Bucky's hair, but in the end he couldn't help but hugged Bucky in his arms.

"Everything will be fine, Bucky," he rested his forehead on the other's shoulder, "delicious food, hot bath water, sunny room, and me, I will always be with you until the end of the world the end of."

The Winter Soldier was stiff and stuck in place like a frightened log. He could even clearly smell the salty sweat on the blond man's body, as well as the strong male hormones mixed in it.He pushed the other party uncomfortably, feeling the hand around his shoulder tightened, and then gradually loosened.

I should take my time, Steve thought to himself, Bucky hasn't adjusted to my company yet, I shouldn't be so impulsive as before and scare him.

He sighed secretly, touched his nose in embarrassment, and continued to put on a smiling face to take the razor from the sink.

"This is an electric razor, the blades are hidden inside, so it won't hurt you." Steve showed the product in his hand like a salesman, trying his best to sell it to the Winter Soldier, "But you may not be very good at using it yet. , let me help you this time, okay?" His chin was close to his throat, and he wasn't sure if the Winter Soldier would be willing to expose his vitals to him.

"I know," the Winter Soldier pursed his lips, as if he was impatient at being treated like a child, and then raised his chin slightly, signaling his permission, "Crossbones scraped me twice with this thing before."

Steve, who thought he had the absolute trust of the Winter Soldier, froze.

"Who's Crossbones?" he asked casually as he ran the razor over the Winter Soldier's thin cheeks.

"Milkman," the Winter Soldier replied curtly, blinking.

Steve knew a little bit, probably Hydra's logistics staff.

"He used to bring me food, dress me, comb my hair, put on my eye makeup," the Winter Soldier went on recalling, a little pleased that he could finally start a conversation, "his name is Rumlow, hiss—" His jaw was slashed by the sudden distraction of Captain America.

"Sorry," Steve hurried to find the first-aid kit, pulled out a Band-Aid and pasted it on the Winter Soldier, "I used too much force, the knife net deformed to hurt you, but you just said that the milkman was called ' Rumlow'?"

The Winter Soldier touched the Band-Aid suspiciously, and really didn't understand why Captain America made such a fuss.

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After Steve tidied up the Winter Soldier and the couple's suite without complaint, it was completely dark. They had a hasty dinner and watched "Toy Story" for a while, and the clock slowly walked to the ten o'clock position.

At this time, the door rang, and it was the masseuse that Steve had made an appointment with.

"Bucky, do you remember that the last thing on the agenda before going to bed is massage rehabilitation?" Steve gently tugged on La Dong Soldier's sleeve, trying to wake him up from the state of staring fiercely at the masseur, but the effect was Obviously not good.

"Good evening, Captain," the masseuse greeted Steve, turning his gaze to the Winter Soldier. "It's your friend who needs a massage, right?"

"Yes, Dr. Smith," Steve smiled sheepishly, "his name is James, and he's my best friend. He just got away from some trouble before, so he's a little on guard."

"It seems to be a big trouble. Several of my guests are soldiers who came back from Iraq, but none of them looked as unhappy as him." The masseuse raised his eyebrows, "But it doesn't matter, this is work and not a relationship. , it doesn't matter how the target is - of course, the premise is that he is willing to cooperate."

He said this, and smiled at the Winter Soldier in a professional manner: "Maybe you don't know, James, but people usually need to lie down when getting a massage." He said, walking to the side of the Winter Soldier's new big bed, He stretched out his hand to press it, and nodded with satisfaction: "The softness and hardness are just right, just lie on it - by the way, don't forget to take off your shirt."

The lion whose territory had been violated roared at the uninvited guest, but of course the masseurs who could work in the Avengers Building would not be ordinary people. Dr. Smith was not at a loss because of the hostility shown by the Winter Soldier, but calmly put his hand Put the small box on the table, take out essential oil bottles of various sizes and colors from it, and then uncork the bottle.

The Winter Soldier twitched his nose vigilantly and sneezed solidly.

"I read your physical examination report, and it's not an allergy, and the captain is sure that you don't have any history of allergies." The masseur urged while adjusting the essential oil, "Take off your clothes, we're about to start."

"Bucky, do you need me to help you?" Steve carefully poked the Winter Soldier who was sitting on the bed, feeling like a parent taking his child to get an injection. Fortunately, the Winter Soldier finally obeyed after digging him. He took off his shirt and lay down on the bed.

"That won't work." Five minutes later, the masseur shook his head and removed his hand from the Winter Soldier's back. "I'm not afraid that he will suddenly jump up and take off my arm, but the purpose of massage is to help him relax, and now it seems This can only be counterproductive."

Dr. Smith was right. The Winter Soldier lying prone on the bed was not at all relaxed. Instead, he was tensing his back muscles, twisting his neck and staring at the masseuse warily. If he was a hedgehog, he must have erected The whole body was stabbed, and Dr. Smith's hand should have been stabbed with three or five blood holes.

Steve looked at the back of the Winter Soldier and sighed. The skin on it was smooth and without any scars, but this did not mean that no terrible things had happened. The powerful healing ability whitewashed the peace, but the damage did not get well Old wounds of caregiving can come back one day.

It seems that there is only one way.

"Is massage difficult to learn?" After Captain America made up his mind, he turned his head and asked Dr. Smith, who had retreated despite difficulties, "If it was me, how long would it take to learn?"

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Captain America has proved through practice that he not only has four times the physical strength, endurance and resilience of ordinary people, but also has four times the learning ability of ordinary people. Within a week, Dr. Smith announced that he could be a teacher.

So, the interrupted massage rehabilitation program finally restarted this evening.

The Winter Soldier sat quietly in the darkness, habitually controlling his breathing to make it almost undetectable, staring at his blond target all the time, watching him light one scented candle after another.

"From today onwards, I will give you a massage before going to bed to help you relax your body and nerves, so that you can fall asleep faster." Steve raised his hand and scratched his eyebrows, his eyes wandering around, "I will follow the masseur's advice. Do some aromatherapy, it is similar to massage oils, including lavender, sage and sandalwood, if you don't like it we can try something else next time."

The Winter Soldier suddenly felt a little amused, and he stared at the man with his green eyes, eager to see the man in even more embarrassment.

And he succeeded with ease.

"The light seems a little dark, but massage is about atmosphere, we need mystery." The increasingly nervous Captain America explained incoherently, as if the darkness would prompt him to do something bad, "There is also music, soothing music can help people Relax further, what do you think of this one?"

"It's all good," the Winter Soldier couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, "What am I going to do?" Captain America's chatter was filled with a kind of upward joy, which made people feel in a good mood.

Steve paused for a second, a smile blooming slowly across his face.

"You don't need to do anything," he said, "Oh, you have to undress."

The Winter Soldier nodded knowingly. He stood up and took two seconds to undress himself—one second for his shirt and one second for his trousers.

"Can you?" he asked, his green eyes full of seriousness.

"Okay." Steve's Adam's apple twitched. He didn't expect that the Winter Soldier didn't even wear underwear, so he lowered his eyelids to avoid the key parts and stared at the opponent's feet. He said that Bucky's ankles were still the same slender.

The Winter Soldier was completely unaware of what he had done. He obediently lay down on the bed, buried half of his face in the pillow, and turned the other half towards Steve, carefully watching him pour out some Put the golden liquid in the palm of your hand and cover it for a while, then rub it with your hands, and slowly spread it on your back.

The essential oil is warm, with the person's body temperature, and as the continuous drawing circles penetrate into every pore little by little, the back muscles gradually let go of their guard under this affectionate pressure, and it is no longer like before the attack. Slightly arched like a feline ready to go; the spine and shoulder blades have received extra care, and the pair of magical hands kneaded them repeatedly, relaxing the tense and tangled muscles a little bit down.The slight pain was completely within the tolerance range, and the numb aftertaste almost made him groan.

He shouldn't be like this, the Winter Soldier thought lazily, exposing his vulnerable parts to others is too dangerous, any well-trained killer would not do it, but it is so comfortable that he can't even move. I don't want to move, I just want to lie like this until the end of time.

"Is your strength okay?" Steve's voice seemed to be far away, but also seemed to be right next to his ears. The Winter Soldier gave a vague "hmm", and slipped into a half-dream and half-awake realm after throwing away the exhaustion of days.

In a haze, he felt the hands began to move down, lingering around his waist and eyes, as if hesitating whether to continue down, he snorted comfortably, and the hands quickly left him as if they had been scalded skin.

"What's wrong?" The Winter Soldier asked dissatisfiedly, pushing his head against the pillow.

"The backside is finished, it's time...it's time for the front." Steve reluctantly replied, his eyes fixed on a point on the wall, his cheeks were burning hot—Bucky's ass is really beautiful, with two peach-shaped The buttocks were raised high due to the movement of lying down, and the white and honey-colored skin seemed to glow under the dim light, which made him suddenly have an ulterior and dark thought, wanting to slap him in the face. On the firm buttocks, see what kind of cute colors they will appear, and how they will tremble slightly.

Of course, the Winter Soldier didn't know anything about what was going on in Steve's mind, he just let out an "oh" indifferently, then turned over obediently, and fully exposed himself in front of Steve's eyes.

He trusts me, but I use this trust to satisfy my shady thoughts, Steve swallowed, a sense of guilt surged in his heart, he wanted to turn his head away again, but his eyes were greedy uncontrollably Looking at everything in front of him carefully, Bucky is so well-behaved and so alluring, his sharp green eyes drooped slightly, hidden in the shadow of his eyelashes, his round lips were full of rose color, and looked extremely soft, Intriguing, the light falls on the high cheekbones, soft yellow and flushed red tide intertwined, even the greatest painter can not concoct such fascinating colors, and further down is the white neck and clavicle, and then—

"Press it or not!" The Winter Soldier frowned, he was starting to feel cold.

"Oh, yes, right away!" Steve replied guiltily, he hurriedly picked up the bottle of essential oil, but accidentally spilled most of the bottle on the Winter Soldier's chest.

"Sorry, it's my first time doing this, and I'm not very proficient, but it will be fine in the future." Captain America said in a low voice, moving his hands back and forth on the Winter Soldier's chest, so as to spread the essential oil more evenly.

The Winter Soldier pursed his lips, his dissatisfaction and irritability were still calmed down by the other party's sincere approach.He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling that the muscles in his chest stretched inch by inch with the massage, and slowly entered the half-dream and half-awake state again, so lazy that he didn't want to move a finger.

But gradually, the strength of the blond masseur's hands somehow became stronger and faster, and the speed of the circle became faster and faster. Even with essential oils to moisturize, the winter soldier still felt that the skin on his chest was scorching hot. pain.

The notorious Winter Soldier finally broke out. He raised his hand and grabbed Steve by the collar, and dragged him to him—but maybe it was too hard.

"Bucky!" Captain America only had time to exclaim when he was caught off guard, and felt his lips hit a soft spot. It wasn't until he barely stood up with his arms propped on both sides of the pillow that he realized it belatedly. It's Bucky's lips.

Happiness came so suddenly, Captain America was a little dazed.He failed to take advantage of the victory, but subconsciously stretched out his hand, carefully caressing the other's lips that were even more rosy from the kiss just now with the pad of his index finger, and looked at the Winter Soldier tenderly with his blue eyes. She couldn't help smiling while staring wide green eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asked, only then realized that his voice had become so hoarse.

The Winter Soldier blinked, his anger dissipated inexplicably.

"It hurts—" He flattened his mouth, with obvious grievances in his tone.

"Where does it hurt?" Steve's smile deepened, and the Winter Soldier gave him a small white look, and pointed to his chest.

Steve lowered his head to look, and found that the two strong and flexible chest muscles had already been reddened by his grasp, the original light brown areola was slightly red, and the congested nipples were swollen into two small lovely fruit with a shy pink tip.

Captain America took a deep breath and glanced at the clock on the wall.Although he had foreseen that he would have to take a cold shower after every massage for Bucky, he never imagined that he would not be able to last even three ten minutes.

"I'm sorry," he hesitated between holding back and rushing to deal with it, choosing the latter conservatively, "shall we stop here today?"

The Winter Soldier glared at Steve angrily. It was clearly written on the schedule that the massage time was one hour. How could he cut corners?

"Okay—" he reluctantly agreed, his mouth pouted out of dissatisfaction.Apologetically, Steve brushed the broken hair off the Winter Soldier's face and tucked it behind his ears, and couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed his smooth forehead: "Then, good night, Bucky, see you tomorrow."

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Except for the routine cold shower before going to bed, Steve couldn't be more satisfied with his current life, but life can't be so peaceful forever, after all, they live in the Avengers Building.

One day just one month later, the top floor of the building shone with golden light, and Loki and Tony, who hadn't seen each other for a long time, appeared on the originally empty platform.

"It feels so good to be back," Tony opened his arms towards the tall buildings around him, "I don't have to despise your house, but eating wild pork all day long is something I can't stand."

"I have to say that I am also relieved to be able to go back to the atrium," Loki said slyly, rolling his green eyes, "If you stay in God's Domain any longer, you will be stuffed into a big fat man. I'm not sure I want to go with a 300-pound men in bed."

"Welcome home, sir," Jarvis's elegant British accent sounded at the right time, "I don't intend to interrupt, but there are some things I think you two need to know before returning to life on Earth."