Lynn doesn't speak

That's a long, long way.

The wind and snow all over the sky are like blades that can cut people, falling from the gray sky.Barefoot, he staggered forward on the gravel and mud. He knew that he had at least ten bleeding wounds on his body. If he couldn't find a shelter before the snowstorm came, it would be a matter of time before he died in the cold. .

There seemed to be something vaguely hidden in the thick darkness all around. Although he couldn't see the whole picture clearly, he instinctively knew that it would not be a good thing.It could be a brown bear, he thought, or some other beast attracted by the smell of blood, or even an enemy who found his trail, and could shoot a bullet into his heart at any time.

If so, it would be all right.

There seemed to be shrill screams in the distance, mixed with the growing wind and snow, like a sharp cold current from Siberia.He looked down at his blood-stained hands, trying to grab the familiar handle of the tactical knife at his waist, but found nothing.

The shadows in all directions are getting closer and closer, beating in my heart like the drums of death.He moved the fingers of the metal arm of his left hand quietly, and stopped in place, the desire to survive once again raised his head from the complicated pain.

Hearing the sound of breathing close to his ear, he found the right direction and stretched out his hand like lightning——

It seemed to be strangling something that was warm, soft, and slightly undulating.

In Lynn's memory, apart from teaching fighting, he was beaten by the Winter Soldier three times.

The first time they met at Hydra's training ground, facing his casual provocation, his instructor simply gave himself the most impressive over-the-shoulder throw in his life, and then politely threw him Pulled up from the ground, proceeded to break two ribs.

The second time, not long ago at the Conston Club, he and Bucky had a big fight because of their position. Although it looked tragic, the damage caused to him was far from worthy of the name of the Winter Soldier —Honestly speaking, he was injured a hundred times worse than that in one mission.

And the third time, probably now.

Looking at the guy who turned over and sat on him, and woke him up from his dream with the mechanical hand, Lin En sighed silently, and instead of caring about the neck that might be twisted at any time, he stretched out his hand and circled his neck upwards. base shoulder.

"it's me."

The air in the chest cavity is being squeezed out bit by bit, and the vocal cords can only produce broken notes under the destruction of external force.After all, it wasn't the first time he was choked by his boyfriend. Lynn thought, if the Winter Soldier's instinctive reaction was to stab him with the dagger under the pillow, it would be much more difficult than it is now.

"Hey, it's time to wake up, soldier."

Hands in.He got into his hair, hesitating whether to tug hard or not.Lynn caressed Bucky's bewildered brows gently upwards like coaxing a child, but did not get any response, but fortunately, the hand on his neck did not continue to exert force, and the Winter Soldier just kept on strangling him and kept him The state of his tone seemed to be trying to distinguish his own situation.

And soon, the moment the dream and reality separated, his eyes finally regained their clarity.

"I'm very sorry."

He jumped up as if he had been burned by fire.Bucky immediately let go of the hand on Lynn's neck, stumbled away from him, and the corners of his eyes were burning red with intense annoyance and self-loathing.

"I told you..."

Hiding the robotic arm behind him, he didn't dare to touch that person again, as if this could completely remove the terrible bruises on Lin En's neck.He lowered his head, bit his lips hard, and muttered to himself in a self-defeating manner: "...you shouldn't come close to me, I can't hurt you, you should tie me up."

"Don't make trouble."

Reaching out to grab Bucky's shoulders, he pressed him back into the quilt, and he lay back into the distance again.Lin En touched his boyfriend's extremely stiff muscles, curled his lips, and yawned extremely sleepily.It was as if Bucky had just had an ordinary nightmare, and it wasn't him who had just greeted death in front of him.

"Go on to sleep, there are many things to do tomorrow."

The end of the sentence has turned into a vague whisper, Lynn moved and found a comfortable position on Bucky's shoulder, and his consciousness quickly dissipated in the familiar breath like melting snow.In the haze, the stone-like touch under the palm finally softened again, as if someone slowly wrapped his arms around his waist, buried his face in his hair, and his breath gradually changed from broken to peaceful.

"……thanks."

At last, he heard him say it.The voice was low and gentle, like a bright light in the extreme night, which made him have a nice smile on his lips even in his sleep.

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Probably because of sleeping in the ice for most of the past 70 years, the Winter Soldier has been sleeping very little.

His standard work and rest time is to go to bed at 23 o'clock in the evening and wake up at six o'clock in the daytime, which is exactly seven hours.Even if he slept very late the first day for some reason, he would always open his eyes before the city became lively, even after the nightmares that bothered him had slowly started to disappear.

And when Bucky wakes up, he's usually in no rush to get up.The Winter Soldier loves his bed second only to the ammunition he maintains every day, and even if he can't sleep, he likes to lie still on it.And at this time, Bucky would reach out and fiddle with Lynn's face like a curious baby, tracing his fingers from the forehead to the chin, and even going down until he woke up.

This is definitely a bad enough habit, especially when the culprit often looks at you with the expression of 'I'm an ex-killer with a brain washed out, I'm the cutest in the universe, so I don't understand why you're staring at me', that The lethality is simply increasing by a thousand times and a hundred times.

Lynn said that his anger in getting up has not supported himself to beat the Winter Soldier, purely because he loves him more than he imagined.

"And you're abusing my feelings like that."

Being woken up again from a dream, Lynn grabbed her boyfriend's hand that was stroking her neck, and opened her eyes with a painful expression: "Can we just try once, let me be quiet Sleep until you wake up naturally, okay?"

"You sleep with yours."

Answering extremely quickly, Bucky looked at his brown-green eyes that were close at hand, refracted a bit of extremely bright gold in the morning sun, and couldn't help but leaned over and kissed his right eye.

"Please, how can I sleep like this."

I felt that my boyfriend's other hand had touched from waist to thigh. After a while, he might not get out of bed today.Lynn resisted the urge to punch him, yawned, and began to try to pull himself out of the warm blanket.

Bucky was still lying on the bed watching him as he staggered out of the tangle and into the bathroom.

And this also makes Lin En helpless—every morning the Winter Soldier wakes up, and after waking him up, he can't afford it. He has to wait until he makes breakfast and coffee before coming out of the bedroom smelling the smell .

The bastard must have been born to torture me.

Standing in the kitchen with dark circles and toast in his mouth, cracking eggs and frying bacon, Lynn thought so hopelessly.

He decided not to make Bucky the sand river cake that he always wanted to eat today.

Speaking of Lynn's ability to bake cakes, it is still due to his omnipotent career as an agent. Although the 6 agents of MI00 are all the treasures of their chiefs, this does not affect him to give them some small punitive tasks after being so angry that his hairline recedes, such as sending people in the name of honing his camouflage skills Work as an apprentice in a bakery.After all, almost everyone is desperate to see the field people who can turn murder into art but are helpless in the little flour and cream, and unfortunately, there have been guys like James Bond for a long time in the past As a colleague, it is naturally difficult for Lynn to survive M's anger.

However, when he has been able to bake a complete and beautiful finished product, but there is still only a mass of charred black charcoal in front of 007, Lynn thinks it is quite interesting to do this kind of thing occasionally.

Besides, Bucky likes it too.

After Lynn realizes that he has this skill to make his boyfriend happy, he takes time to go to the market to buy a new oven, and their apartment refrigerator has been like a dessert shop's display counter for years.And when Bucky realizes that whatever he likes, Lynn has the ability to turn them from recipes to reality, he starts to work harder at night to please his cohabitants... although Lynn doesn't need this. 'Please', and seriously suspect that her boyfriend is actually pleasing himself in the name of pleasing him, but if the result of not getting out of bed the next day is that the Winter Soldier can get into the kitchen to prepare three meals for them, he is actually a little happy.

——That's right, compared with the desserts he made, the dinner that Lynn served on the table was simply a nightmare that tested one's will.

This is not to say that the food he makes is unpalatable, in fact, the taste is not bad.But not everyone can accept that there are only fried potatoes, baked potatoes, and stewed potatoes every day, plus fried fish and takeaway pizza can be chosen, at least Bucky can't.He is a former killer with a brain washed out, he needs to feel the life of a normal person and the recipe of a normal person, and Lynn's 'potato three-piece suit' is like the torture of Hydra... No, Hydra None of the tortures they used were so inhumane, after all, they knew how to change tricks frequently.

"But that's all I can do."

In this regard, Lynn expressed aggrieved.It is good enough that he, a bachelor of more than 20 years, can cook food and not eat dead people, not to mention that he is an Englishman. Is there any Englishman who does not eat potatoes?Can you still be called British if you don't eat potatoes?

Bucky said hehe.

Lynn's cake slows the Winter Soldier off the table, but it's clearly not a long-term solution.So, after two weeks of eating pizza sandwiched with baked potatoes, Bucky finally drove people to the living room with a dark face, ping-pong-ping-pong under Lynn's suspicious eyes, and quickly leaned on the food he brought out. Borsch and goulash have earned themselves a place in the kitchen.

"I can not believe it."

Carefully filled the bowl of soup, and then put the spoon in his mouth without putting it down.Lin En's eyes were dull, looking at the boyfriend opposite him who was eating pancakes with no expression on his face, he suddenly felt the malice that filled the whole world: "Why do you know how to cook?"

"Learn it." Bucky wrote lightly, and Lynn became even more crazy.

"They taught the Winter Soldier how to cook." He said in despair, "God, they have a dedicated warehouse just for equipping the Winter Soldier with weapons, and they have invested more than tens of billions of dollars so far. They have also collected fighting styles and languages ​​from all over the world. Programs stuck in your head, but they taught the Winter Soldier how to cook for them. God, how could they do that?"

God obviously doesn't care about it, and Bucky, who is listening, chokes on a piece of beef.He stared at Lynn for a while, his cheeks still chewing subconsciously, as if he was trying to remember his days in Hydra, whether he was really ordered to do something like cooking.

To tell the truth, assets are also fucking dignified.

And Lynn obviously doesn't care about this, even if he might care, it's not now.What worries him even more now is that after Bucky showed his blockbuster culinary skills, he would rather eat potatoes for another two weeks and refuse to enter the kitchen again.But Lynn soon discovered why he did it—after being unable to get out of bed two, three, or four times due to indescribable motion, he also ate the Winter Soldier's borscht and goulash label for the second, three, and four times. With tears in his eyes, he realized with tears in his eyes that these two dishes were actually all Bucky could cook.

So now, here comes the problem.Which is worse, two weeks of pizza with potatoes or two weeks of borscht with beef?

After a long silence, Lynn and Bucky looked at each other for a while, and finally Lynn made a compromise suggestion.

"How about we take turns doing it?" He tentatively said, "Today we eat potatoes, tomorrow we eat borscht, the day after tomorrow we eat pizza, and the day after tomorrow we eat beef..."

Although, that sounds really bleak as well.

"No."

He looked at him blankly for a long time, and shot him inhumanely with the look of "I'm a former killer with a brainwashed brain, I'm the cutest in the universe, so I'm self-willed". Bucky refused very simply: " You go cook."

"So you want to eat potatoes and pizza for two weeks?"

"Do not want to."

"Then you still let me do it all?" Lynn felt his stomach sinking in despair.

"You can learn."

Throw out the perfect solution that you have thought of for a long time.Bucky nodded, glanced at his expression as if being struck by lightning, thought for a while, and then reluctantly added: "Come on."

Lynn said cheers you uncle :-)

The author has something to say: I personally like this kind of daily life very much!So babies, don’t dislike me for having too many codes XD