Lynn doesn't speak

Running away with the Winter Soldier wasn't a whim for Lynn.

In fact, the actual situation should be exactly the opposite.In addition to involving a tacit understanding with McCoff that he would never want to admit, it was also a completely deliberate decision.After all, Hydra is now like a shadow filling every place he can think of. Before Bond and the others clean up MI6 and the British government, Lynn definitely doesn't want to stay in London with Bakid for a second.And for the same reason, it wouldn't be wise to go straight to North America and seek asylum - there are the best people there to protect them, yes, but Captain America is outnumbered, and the Avengers have gone their separate ways after New York Things, Lynn doesn't want to, and can't pin his hopes on this loose alliance that hasn't been fully established.

As for S.H.I.E.L.D.?Then his mother is the branch of Hydra in Washington, Lynn thinks he should not be so desperate, and he wants to take the initiative to push himself to death.

So, their current state can be regarded as...letting go with the flow?

After spending ten seconds designing the escape route and telling it to the Winter Soldier, and then getting a positive reply from the other party within ten seconds, Lynn suddenly had subtle expectations about how unreliable the two of them would be. and despair.

Heathrow immigration checks were hassle-free.

Nobody doubts a 00 agent's home field advantage in London.Although these MI6 babes often make the chief's hairline recede in anger, they do have unique skills and are familiar with all the ways of the city-even if they are not familiar with it, they have the friendly support of the omnipotent Q branch.So when they sat in first class on the flight to Paris, Lynn could see, though it wasn't obvious, that the Winter Soldier's face did retain some degree of shock.

"I thought we were on the run."

After glancing at the champagne and caviar handed over by his boyfriend, Bucky raised his head and said expressionlessly.

"That's right, I'm sure I said so." Seeing that he didn't answer, he didn't force it.Lynn thought for a while, then picked up the list on the table and looked through it: "Although I know you should prefer vodka with caviar, but occasionally you can change the taste... Would you like a muffin?"

Bucky's gaze became more complicated.He was once assigned by Hydra to hunt and kill, and he had seen what those fugitives looked like.They are basically disheveled and extremely embarrassed, and none of them will sit comfortably in the first class of the plane, wearing a custom-made formal suit, and get into entanglement for more than 10 minutes over whether to drink champagne or vodka like them.

Of course, this doesn't mean that he just wants to live in hiding, wallowing in mud and blood.He just felt that it was a bit too much to cover up his whereabouts even for the sake of appearance, not to mention that Lynn didn't seem to have any intention of covering up at all.They should be low-key, at least they can blend into the crowd, instead of being found in the crowd at a glance.

"I agree with you, soldier, but it's better to make yourself better when you can be better."

Shrugged, of course he knew what his boyfriend was hesitating about.Lynn didn't explain much, but just handed over a napkin with a short sentence written on it: Substitute.

Bucky understood what he meant almost immediately.

MI6 has been infiltrated, and no one can guarantee that there is nothing wrong with the false identities that Lynn got back out of the country-maybe it is in the hands of Hydra, who are tracking them through those two false identities.Therefore, Lynn swiped Mycroft's identity card and credit card at the airport, and directly boarded the plane from London with Bucky, while the exit records of the two false identities were in Plymouth, in a way that was closer to the fugitives. The boarding permit for the ferry is handled in the same way.Sometimes, glamor does not necessarily mean eye-catching, it may also be another layer of more subtle camouflage.

Very smart approach.

As he reacted, Bucky found himself assessing Lynn's plan with Winter Soldier instincts.The conclusion obtained is that even for him, it is very difficult to grasp his true intentions amidst the fiction.Of course, the Winter Soldier was not surprised by this, after all, he had learned how cunning Lynn Morris was a long time ago, and what he could see was far less than what Lynn was willing to show many.

Thinking of this, he lowered his eyes, silently opened the menu, and under Lin En's dumbfounded gaze, he ordered a portion of everything on it, and he asked for it very simply and confidently.

Swallowing hard, looking at the array of empty plates in front of him, Lynn began to sincerely doubt whether he could afford to support a Winter Soldier who had resumed his need for food.

After the plane landed in Paris, the two took a short break in the city.I got a car, loaded it with food and medicine, changed my identity, dressed myself as two self-driving backpackers, and prepared to drive north.

Unsurprisingly, when Lynn contacted London for the last time, the information sent to him showed that someone had indeed caught up with the bait he released.For the sake of their safety in the future, Bond and the others will not contact Lynn again for a long time in the future.In other words, from now on, everything depends on themselves, without logistics, supplies, or technical support, and they are really wandering in countless strange cities.

Lynn had no objection to this, and neither did Bucky.For a long time in the past, they only had each other, and now they just prolong this time, and the two can always support each other.This was not difficult before, and it will definitely not be difficult in the future.

The journey will be obviously long.

From Paris, there are many places to go on this continent.Going south to Porto, a warm and pleasant place of production, or going north to the country that is close to the Arctic and has a long winter, these are the choices that lie in Lynn's mind.He originally planned to give this opportunity to Bucky to choose. After all, Russia has a very special meaning to him, and he is not sure whether he is willing to get closer again.It's just that McCoff was one step ahead of them this time and led the clues to the Iberian Peninsula ahead of time, which led to the two having to give up this option and start moving in the opposite direction.

It starts in Paris, passes through Brussels and Luxembourg, and then enters Germany.It took them about half a month to stop and go here, continue southward from Frankfurt, reach Munich, the capital of the southern Bavarian state, and then cross the Italian border.After making a big circle in Milan, he entered the Balkan Peninsula again and walked aimlessly along the eastern coast of the Mediterranean Sea.

This is not a very wise escape route, but miraculously, no one came to chase them, which made Bucky's intermittent supply of ammunition along the way useless.In fact, Lynn sometimes felt that they were just two young lovers who came to travel. Whether it was Hydra, MI[-], or something else, all the missions and blood had long been a matter of the previous life, and had long been integrated into those who could see at a glance. In the endless straight road and the clear sky that can be seen as soon as you look up.None of them has a tragic past, and none of them has a messy future. Only each other can depend on each other in the whole world. Like countless strangers who come and go, they can set up camp in one place when they are tired from walking around one day, and build a new life together. Something called home, where both body and soul have a refuge.

Lynn knew Bucky felt that way sometimes.After all, except for the first few days, he never prevented Lynn from treating his escape as a trip, and sometimes even asked to stay in a certain place for a few more days.And this often means that he is one step away from the killing machine carefully cultivated by Hydra. Some fragments left in time are being picked up bit by bit, quietly stitched together, and the phantom from the past is pieced together.

Bucky seldom communicates with him on this matter, at most he only mentions a sentence or two when driving, walking, or even some unknown moments, and Lynn rarely asks.He could see that it wasn't that he didn't want to talk about it, but that he didn't know how to talk about it, as if those broken years as the Winter Soldier were the most common scene in his life, as natural as breathing, and he never No, and never need be surprised by that.

He would think more, Lynn had no doubts.

One day, when he can connect the 70 years of silence under the cold winter, his time will continue to go back, and he will go back to New York thousands of miles away. The first and most important piece of the puzzle.

That would also be their farewell moment.

Take off the map covering your face.Lynn stood up straight from the passenger seat, looked at the endless wheat fields outside the window, and forced himself to look like he had just woken up.

"Substitution."

He yawned realistically, and stopped looking at the dark circles under his eyes in the glass that he didn't know whether it was because of the rush or other reasons.He reached out and tapped the navigator, calculated the driving distance in his mind, and nodded quickly: "There are still four hours, leave the rest of the road to me."

"Ah."

The car slowly stopped against the side of the road, Bucky loosened his seat belt, got out of the car and changed places with Lynn.Before that, he had been driving for nearly eight hours in a row. Even if his physical fitness was much higher than that of ordinary people, he still needed a little rest.Otherwise, the next time Lynn opened his eyes, he might find that they and their car had overturned into the gutter, or ran into the livestock running out of the farm on the side of the road—mostly cows, occasionally There will also be goats and horses, chewing grass, standing in the middle of the road, and staring at passers-by.

This sounds too demoralizing for everyone.What would Hydra or MI6 think if they got word that the Winter Soldier and 009 were killed in a crash with a cow.Anyway, Lin En himself was sure that it would definitely be a story recorded in the history of the secret service industry, the kind that would have to laugh for half an hour every time someone came to visit his grave.

Lynn can't afford to lose this guy, and Bucky obviously thinks so too.He fell into a deep sleep almost the fifth second after he touched the leather co-pilot seat. The metal arm and the fleshy one rested peacefully on his lap, his head was tilted to the side of the glass window, and his hair was arched in a mess. The whole person looked a little haggard.

Without looking in the mirror, I know that I must be equally haggard now, maybe a little more exaggerated.Lynn turned his head, turned the key, and drove steadily to the end of the road.During the journey of more than a month, shift driving like this happened all the time, sometimes even driving all night, and then took a short rest in the motel on the side of the road, when the sun was at its highest point at noon Before that, I had to hurry on the road again and continue the next unremarkable journey.

Fortunately, after confirming that no one is chasing after them to kill them, they can often enter those densely populated cities to rest.In the first few stops after departing from Paris, Lynn and Bucky would also put colorful camouflage on their bodies, and leave quickly after replenishing the food and gasoline they needed.But the longer they stayed in one place, the longer they stayed. Once the Winter Soldier even had to do his best, and even almost had a fight in the street, in order to get his companions away from the historical churches and squares in Florence. pull away.Since then, he seems to have tacitly accepted the fact that their itineraries increasingly overlap with those of real tourists.With such acquiescence, Lynn planned their itinerary as a long-distance trip without hesitation, and seemed to have completely forgotten that the reason why they were here was entirely because of the need to escape.

Of course, there were times when Bucky did regret why he hadn't thought of taking the decision away from Lynn in the first place.After all, he couldn't refuse anything under the gaze of those brown-green eyes, and blindly conniving like this would only increase their risk of being discovered for nothing.But he soon discovered that not only Lynn, but also himself seemed a little obsessed with this strange escape, as if he had become a normal person again in front of those strange sights one after another.And those memory fragments lost in time are hidden under every bluestone slab that passed by, hidden in every glazed tile that his eyes inspected, waiting for his way, and then when he was most caught off guard, he quietly complemented himself Every part of life is broken.

The Winter Soldier relishes this feeling.In fact, there are very few people who don't enjoy the satisfaction of being replenished a little bit.And gradually, he can also begin to distinguish another strange emotion with his 70-year-lost cognition.It appears at every sunset, in the lights of thousands of houses that gradually ignite as night falls, and reaches its peak in the unchanging road driving like just now, like a fire that can never stop, flowing with the blood again and again A fiery beating heart.

"I think it's probably because you feel something that touches your soul."

When they said this, they were walking together on the streets of Rome at night.Lynn left for a while, and then came back with two ice creams, and tolerated her boyfriend to taste each of them, before choosing the flavor she liked, and licking off the oversized raspberry balls on the egg roll.

"What you crave is what you don't have yet. It may be hard for you to realize what it is, but it does stay in your heart."

While biting his tiramisu ice cream, he heard Bucky lightly mentioning this incident that had troubled him for several days.Lynn thought about it and gave a pertinent comment, but it obviously didn't satisfy Bucky.

"But I want to know what it is."

The cold and sweet cream melted in his mouth, and he licked the biscuit crumbs on his lips before opening his mouth in satisfaction.

"Then you have to work hard to find it."

Replied casually, staring at the rapidly disappearing ice cream ball in Bucky's hand for a while, Lynn now feels like a milk cat keeps scratching in his heart: "Hey, you really don't intend to ask me to try it. What does yours taste like?"

"Do you want to try it?" Bucky looked down at the dessert that was left in his hand, and Bucky was stunned: "But there is no more."

"You tasted mine, it's not fair," Lynn protested.

Indeed it is.

Pursed the corners of his mouth.The Winter Soldier pondered over this thorny problem, just as he racked his brains to think of remedies every time a mission went wrong in the past, and it quickly led him to think of a solution.

"come over."

He stopped and waved to Lynn.Before he could get close enough, Bucky dragged the man to him by his collar, then lowered his head and kissed him, opened his teeth, and nimbly rolled the tip of his tongue into his own mouth.

Lynn got his wish and tasted raspberries, and Bucky also tasted tiramisu again.Lips that were chilled by ice cream soon became warm and then fiery.At least, when they separated again, the ice cream in Lynn's hand had almost melted.

"That feeling..."

Smacking your lips, you seem to be reminiscing about the wonderful taste of the combination of the two flavors.Bucky looked thoughtfully at his steamy eyes, and brought the topic back to the beginning:

"I think it might run away. Like when I kissed you just now, it faded."

Lynn raised his eyebrows: "But you already got me."

"I know." Bucky nodded: "So, it just feels like something is missing... something that doesn't have so many roads, doesn't leave frequently, and is more stable and relaxing."

Following his description, his expression gradually changed from confusion to confusion.When Bucky said the last word, Lynn blinked and looked like she wanted to reach out for him, but had to give up because her hands were covered in melted cream.

"I know what that is."

Under the serious gaze of his boyfriend, he couldn't help laughing:

"You want a home, soldier."

The author has something to say: I finally went home, and I can use the computer to code every day qwq