How the Good and the Villain Saved Each Other

"How long have we been away? A century?" Tony's jaw almost dropped after listening to Jarvis's statement. He just came for a trip to God's Domain, and when he came back, S.H.I.E.L.D. was completely finished. Or was Captain America — and, Sergeant James Barnes alive?Also been frozen for 70 years like his childhood sweetheart?Wow, this pair of old Popsicles is a match made in heaven.

And Loki didn't have time to care about that.

"SHIELD completely collapsed, Nick Fury died, so where is my scepter now?" He asked blankly, as if a storm was brewing around him.

"Sorry, YourHonor, Ms. Hill went back to the ruins of the S.H.I.E.L.D. building to look for it, but the spiritual scepter is still missing." Jarvis replied, but his calm tone did not calm Loki.

"I'm going to kill Fury, and then roast his bald head on the fire." The evil god gnashed his teeth and said this sentence, and then erupted completely like a volcano that had been brewing for a long time.

"It's mine! It's mine!" He turned around angrily, like a pissed-off pit bull. If it weren't for Tony's property, he would have destroyed it to satisfy his hatred. "No one Can move my things casually, no one!"

"Okay, that's right, that's right," Tony rubbed Loki's shoulders, trying to relax those tense muscles, "I know it's yours, we'll get it back, we will, So don't be mad, okay? It's best if you don't have that thing--knowing that you already have a scepter."

"You think I'm all for myself?" He sighed, turning a deaf ear to Tony's playful yellow accent, "I want to change the energy source for your broken mecha, fight for 5 minutes, charge for two hours, and an arc pulse will kill you. Consume half of the energy, and you will die on this sooner or later."

"So please give me strength from the great Scandinavian god of thunder," Tony pretended to stretch his arms to the sky, as if he was really praying for Thor to be struck by lightning on his head, and then turned his head back to give Loki gave a big smile of "You are the best", "Besides, Fury is dead, you can't dig out his body and roast it, it would be too disgusting."

Loki turned his head to look at Tony fiercely, and snorted resentfully under the gaze of those shiny brown eyes.

"Honey, don't be so naive," he said in a snake-like slick tone, with a glint in his green eyes, "Nick Fury will never die at gunpoint so simply, I dare pack Tickets, he must still be alive somewhere in this world—but not for long."

"We can take this matter slowly," Tony said, rubbing his hands eagerly. "The most urgent thing is to visit our dear Sergeant Barnes. It's amazing that a man who has been dead for 70 years has come back to life." Not unusual, is it?"

Loki nodded with a smirk, and followed Tony to the dormitory area while trying not to reveal anything strange.Unfortunately, one thing after another, he still hasn't made up his mind how to face the culprit who killed Tony's parents, and how Tony will confess this matter.Is he going to hide this secret indefinitely?Even if he is the god of lies, he has no interest in living in lies all day long-it is too exhausting.

Especially when the secret is about the person you care about the most.

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Steve was making breakfast in the kitchen when he heard the news of Tony and Rocky's return, a simple racerback that accentuated his figure.

"Still like it fried on both sides?" he asked, and the Winter Soldier sat at the small dining table nearby and gave a small "hmm", but in fact he would really like whatever his owner did.

Soon, the fried egg was placed in front of him, round like a small sun, and exuding a warm temperature, just like the person who fried the egg.

"Ding!" The toaster rang, and the Winter Soldier widened his eyes vigilantly, and then relaxed. He had gradually begun to adapt to life in the building, at least he would not take out a knife because of the electronic sound of Jarvis' airborne again.

"Could you help me put the toast on a plate, Bucky?" Steve said softly, as he was busy putting the bacon in the pan.

The Winter Soldier hesitated for a moment, then stood up, stretched out his hand and put the hot toast on a plate, after thinking for a while, he opened the refrigerator, took out two glasses of milk, and pushed the smaller one to Steve's side. Keep it to yourself.

He sat back on his seat, stared at Steve's busy back for three seconds, pursed his lips, stood up again, and switched his milk glass with Steve's.

The bacon was finally healed too. You must know that the Winter Soldier had swallowed his saliva several times because of the smell, and his green eyes were staring at the bacon plate in Steve's hand without blinking, like a little boy eager to unwrap a Christmas present. Until those fragrant and greasy delicacies landed on his dinner plate.

They sat and ate quietly opposite each other, and the sunlight slanted in from the window, making it warm and comfortable.The Winter Soldier carefully cuts the fried egg into small pieces with his knife and chews them in his mouth. He has now learned to eat as slowly as possible, because if he does not eat so fast, Steve rewards him with a small dessert at the end of the meal. It's delicious and crunchy, with chocolate chips in it. The Winter Soldier would give anything for an extra piece, so he helped Steve clean up the cutlery after the meal, and even clumsily used the metal After wringing out a rag from his arm and wiping the table, he carefully watched Steve's next move.

"Dessert for today." Steve smiled helplessly at his best friend, put two cookies in a small plate and handed them over. Bucky also liked sweets in the past, but he would never be as fierce as he is now.He would put sugar cubes in his milk, never have enough chocolate, and after he ate a wad of cupcakes in front of Steve, he was put on a strict sweets rule.

"Bucky, the owner of this building will be back later," Steve said while the Winter Soldier was enjoying the cookie, which is usually a time when he is more talkative. "They are reliable friends, and they are very friendly." , you don't need to worry too much."

The Winter Soldier looked up at Steve, then lowered his eyes and nodded. He still doesn't like to talk very much, mainly because he doesn't know what to say. In the past, he only spoke when it involved tasks.But he likes to hear Steve talk to him, his voice is like the wind blowing from the Mediterranean Sea, warm and moist, comforting.

Just as Steve was patiently introducing Tony and Rocky to Bucky, there was a knock on the door.

"Hey, Cap, the tourists from God's Domain have returned victoriously, and brought back souvenirs." After the door opened, Tony walked in carrying a large box of wild boar meat. He put the things on the small dining table familiarly, and friendly The Winter Soldier waved his hand: "Hello, recruit, what do you think of our place?"

The Winter Soldier ignored Tony, he twitched his nose a few times at the scented gift, and then turned his head to look at Steve eagerly.

"No, Bucky," said Captain America resolutely, a man of principle. "We've already had breakfast, and it's so full that we won't be able to eat it again any time soon. But I promise you will Warm up those meats for lunch and you can eat them later."

Bucky lowered his eyes in disappointment, his long eyelashes cast a small shadow on his face, but Steve forced himself to be hard-hearted. He just brought Bucky back. Gobble it up in front of him, and if you go out and forget to come home, he will simply clean up the refrigerator, leaving a pile of empty boxes, and Steve has to coax him into swallowing a tablet or two to prevent those The fragile stomach is overstretched.

Loki frowned and observed the Winter Soldier. The cold-blooded and ruthless killer in front of him was wearing a T-shirt that looked a little too big, cotton trousers, and his long brown hair was rolled up behind his head and tied into a round ponytail. Dubbed, the rest of the broken hair was dangling on both sides of the slightly swollen cheeks, as if feeling a strange gaze, the eyes as green as Loki "swipe" lifted up, and looked at the two sides warily. An unexpected visitor.

Why does this guy look different from the killer in the video?

"I think Jarvis should have told you guys about what happened with S.H.I.E.L.D." Given that neither of them were surprised by Bucky's presence and the metal arm, Steve concluded that.

"Yeah, it's really surprising." Tony shook his head exaggeratedly, "But since S.H.I.E.L.D. is completely over, maybe Fury will be willing to come to the Avengers, maybe I'll arrange an office for him so that he can Write mission reports for us—but without S.H.I.E.L.D., who are those reports going to?"

Steve raised his eyebrows. He knew that Tony said this deliberately to test whether Fury was alive or dead, but he didn't want him to do so just yet.

"Stark has also become a guy who will be late when the dust settles." He talked about him from left to right, and Tony pouted nonchalantly.

"I don't want to get involved in this--" he said casually as he moved closer to the Winter Soldier, stopped when he noticed that the muscles in his body were tense, and touched his chin with great interest.

"It looks cute," he bent down, and looked at the Winter Soldier with a smile, "does it look like what we saw in God's Domain—"

Before he finished speaking, there was a blur in front of him, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he had been teleported to the door by Loki's arms, and Captain America was holding the Winter Soldier's fist in mid-air with one hand.

"Bucky, relax, they're friends," Steve said persuasively, "Tony is still Howard's son, Howard Stark, do you remember?"

The Winter Soldier reluctantly withdrew his fist, but he still looked fiercely at Tony, which made the playboy who never knew what "enough is enough" showed a deeper interest in this question.

"The arm is good." Tony's brown eyes stared at the Winter Soldier's mechanical arm. "When will you come to my studio for maintenance? It's all free. See how generous I am."

"Don't make any more messes, okay, Stark?" Steve said sternly, sounding like a patriarch.

"Hey, he did it first, you can't be so partial." Tony muttered angrily.

Steve sighed.

"I'm sorry," he said sincerely, looking at his best friend with gentle eyes, "but Bucky is not stable yet, and when he slowly remembers more things, the situation will be much better."

"What's so difficult about it," Tony said lazily, leaning in the arms of the evil god, "Let Loki check his mind and everything will be solved."

"You mean using magic to check his memory?" Loki narrowed his eyes. Of course he would not let go of the opportunity to peek into the Winter Soldier's brain openly. He was eager to know the truth about the killing of the Starks, but he was afraid Tony would find out about his secret investigation, so he had no choice but to stand still. It was really hard. If he could look at the memory of the Winter Soldier, he might be able to find clues from it.

But he couldn't just agree, Rogers was sharp and vigilant, and he couldn't make him doubt himself.

Steve hesitated, he had consulted many experts in this area before, but no one could help, and to be honest, he didn't care whether Bucky could remember him or not - he was enough by his side ——but memory is very important to Bucky, no one is willing to forget who he is, how could he have the heart to let Bucky lose himself?

"Can you try?" he finally begged Loki, who curled his lips.

"After you brought me a public relations nightmare, you still expect me to help you more?" The evil god once again resorted to the trick of retreating, "It's been a month, and there are still reporters haunting the building. And my scepter! Can't you get S.H.I.E.L.D. out before you level it?"

"I'm sorry," Steve sighed, "but I really didn't know you left the scepter with Fury before you left."

"Well, it's my own fault, no one else's fault," Loki rolled his eyes skyward, "but don't worry about the Winter Soldier, he obviously doesn't trust me now, without the spiritual scepter, I can't reject me in a Wandering around in my brain," he said angrily, clearly still brooding over the fact that S.H.I.E.L.D. had lost his weapon.

"Then can you help him sleep well?" Steve asked second best, "Bucky can't sleep well at night, and often wakes up screaming. Pepper said that after Tony was kidnapped in Afghanistan, he also Been through a similar period, but you've helped ease the symptoms a lot, so I figured you'd be able to help Bucky, too."

"Post-traumatic stress disorder?" Loki tilted his head and looked at the expressionless Winter Soldier sitting beside him, as if he wasn't the center of their topic, "Yeah, I'm an expert in this area. Theoretical literacy and practical experience, and some small means that humans cannot achieve."

"Is it mind control?" Steve frowned, he would never let anyone control Bucky, and Tony on the side also yelled: "No way, don't tell me you used that method on me body."

"You really think highly of me. The soul is very mysterious. Even the Asa protoss have very limited knowledge in this area. Only with the help of the spiritual scepter can I easily control a person. For the rest of the time, I can at most I can exert some influence," Loki rolled his eyes, "but I can sneak into people's dreams and help them relieve stress as a participant in the dream, after all, people's defenses are minimal when sleeping."

He turned his head to look at Tony, and Tony just looked at him. The two looked at each other and smiled, obviously remembering the dreams that became better because of Loki's participation. Most of the specific dreams have faded away with time. But those warm feelings haunted them forever.

"Then start tonight, okay?" Steve suggested seriously, "I don't want Bucky to take those anticonvulsants again, it's not good for him."

"No problem." Loki agreed, and he also wanted to see what the Winter Soldier would dream about.