[Captain America] Don't force me to grab a man with you

It was drizzling all over the sky, and he looked at her with eyes open and confused. Under the guidance of Ingrid, he was helped onto the boat, and the hands of the gondola boatman who was frightened by the constant bleeding belly were trembling.

To Ingrid's surprise, the man who had been silently resisting all this time suddenly fell silent and was at her mercy.

Long before Bucky set off on the mission, Ingrid came to Venice early, and shuttled through various wide or narrow waterways on a yacht.

Howard tossed her a headset before she left, telling her.

"It will take at most one month to cut off the Soviet Union and Bucky Barnes. How much you can remind him of this month is up to you. After a month, whether you are sad or in pain, you have to follow him. side to leave."

What can you do for a month?

Ingrid rubbed her ears in a daze, her shoulders were heavy, she withdrew her thoughts and looked to the side.

The man who had lost a lot of blood was pale at this time, and leaned weakly on her shoulder with his eyes closed. This may be his unconscious move, but it still made her feel sweeter involuntarily.

Ingrid turned her face sideways, looking tenderly at the man leaning on her shoulder, enjoying this rare time of ease.

"Guest...guest, here we are."

The boatman came with a trembling voice, breaking the peaceful time.

Ingrid looked up at the boatman with a terrified expression, smiled and handed him the money, then reached out and shook Bucky who had fallen asleep on her shoulder.

Bucky, whose sleep was disturbed, shook his head reluctantly to avoid her outstretched hand, then opened his eyes and gave a cold look at the boatman standing at the stern.

Ingrid looked at the rare childish Bucky, smiled and stretched out her arms under his armpit, dragging him from the boat in a hugging gesture.

A man weighing more than 60 kg is of course impossible to be picked up by her so easily, but the man seems to be lazy. He clearly bears most of the weight with his calf secretly, but his body seems to be unable to exert strength , the whole thing hangs on Ingrid.

The hot air she exhaled hit Ingrid's neck, and she giggled until it was itchy. The two of them were sticky all the way, and it took almost half an hour to walk on a road that could be completed in a few minutes.

After finally carrying Bucky to the house, Bucky threw the umbrella away halfway, and when the two of them entered the room, their bodies were soaked.

The rain-wet clothes stuck to her body, sticky and uncomfortable. Bucky thought that he would continue to stick to her body. After entering the room, he let go of her and retreated from her body, like a As if a proud black cat was patrolling its own territory, it raised its head slightly and walked around every corner of the room, leaving a mark of its own scent.

When the 'Black Cat' turned around, he accidentally knocked over a glass. The 'Black Cat' frantically stretched out its paws to stabilize the rotating glass on the corner of the table. Cat', grabbing the glass with great effort, crushed it.

There was a 'bang'.

The hand holding the broken cup froze in mid-air, and his stiff body looked like a cat that had blown its fur.

Knowing what he did wrong, the 'black cat' shrugged its head, and slowly dropped its hand holding the shard of glass. With wet light blue eyeballs, it carefully peeked at Ingrid's expression.

If he has cat ears now, they must be attached lifelessly to his hair now.

Seeing Bucky bowing his head and admitting his pity, Ingrid burst out laughing with a 'poof' and comforted him in a low voice.

"Okay, okay, it's just a glass, isn't it uncomfortable to be wet now?"

The eyes of the 'cat' who was not blamed lit up, watching Ingrid sitting on the sofa and beckoning to him, and quickly moved over, as if realizing that his body would wet the sofa, he squatted down and stuck to Ingrid. Beside Grid's thigh, An An remained still, letting Ingrid coax him to sit on the sofa, still resting his head on her thigh, squatting aside and watching her quietly.

Ingrid, who failed to coax her, could only resign herself to picking up the hot towel she had just prepared, and wiped his face bit by bit.

Because of the hot towel being wiped off, Bucky narrowed his eyes comfortably and rubbed her fingers unconsciously.

Then on the issue of undressing, he was blocked by a lot of protests. In the end, Ingrid put on a straight face, looking very angry, and Bucky reluctantly began to undress slowly, obedient to Ingrid. Grid's instructions lie on the couch.

Because the wound on the abdomen cannot touch the water, Ingrid wiped his body bit by bit with a hot towel. Bucky squinted his eyes and seemed to enjoy it very much. It trembled a bit, the bleeding from the wound on it had stopped, but the deep wound that cut through the flesh still looked very shocking.

Ingrid, who had never studied medicine, could only smear the wound with alcohol to disinfect it, apply a little powder to stop bleeding, and wrap it with a bandage.

In the middle of the journey, except for the physical trembling of the body due to the pain, Bucky lay on the sofa very cooperatively, allowing her to move, which was unbelievably obedient.

After tidying up everything, Ingrid took out a dry towel from the cabinet next to her.

Seeing her movements, Bucky sat up from the sofa very cooperatively, and Ingrid naturally covered his head with a towel and rubbed it gently.

Bucky followed her movements and slowly leaned back into her arms, squinting his eyes.

A white towel, her fingers ran through his hair from time to time, and Ingrid unconsciously stopped her hands and began to stroke his head, her fingers gently pressing his scalp.

The expression on his face was soft and unbelievably soft, without the stern temperament that he had seen before, just like a cat being stroked and rubbed by its owner and leaning softly in its owner's arms.

He also sat like a cat, squinting his face sideways, and actively handed his face to Ingrid's hand, rubbing her palm while exhaling comfortably.

If this continues, he will catch a cold, although I don't know if he will catch a cold.

Ingrid still took back the towel in her hand, pushed him aside, ignored his protesting eyes, and said to him gently.

"It's time for you to rest, the wounds on your body are not healed yet."

Bucky, who had no words to refute, snorted, walked towards the bed expressionlessly, and after lying on it, he turned his head and stared at her intently.

Knowing that he was urging her to sleep together, Ingrid smiled and pointed to her wet clothes that were still attached to her body.

"Wait for me for a while, I'll take a shower first, and I'll be right back with you."

Bucky, who looked very unwilling, finally nodded reluctantly.

Ingrid, who missed Bucky in her heart, took a shower casually, then got dressed and came out of the bathroom.

As a result, Bucky, who was still alive and asking to sleep with her just now, closed his eyes, buried half of his face in the quilt, and seemed to have been asleep for a long time.

"...wanted to sleep with me, but I fell asleep first. It's capricious, just like a cat I raised before." As she said, Ingrid sat on the side of the bed and gently pushed the lid aside. With the hair on his face, Bucky frowned uncomfortably at the harassment of the stroking.

"This is the first time we have been alone for such a long time." Ingrid smiled, "Before, Steve always interrupted, and usually you were pulled away by him without even exchanging a kiss. I should have I feel lucky that no one can bother us anymore."

"But I still feel very sad. You have lost your memory, and you don't know whether Steve is alive or dead. Rather than doing this, I would rather be disturbed when talking sweetly with you..."

Ingrid choked up and leaned against him.

Bucky was still sleeping soundly, and he didn't seem to be disturbed at all. In the past, whenever she approached, Bucky, who had lost his memory, would draw a knife or shoot her. His light blue eyes seemed to be staring at the enemy, cold stared at her.

However, this time, when they first met, they just opened her with their hands, without the strong killing intent before.

He will take the initiative to lean on her shoulder when he is weak, he will rub her palm when he is comfortable, he will look back at her gently, and he will unconsciously rely on her.

"Can I imagine that you still remember me?"

Ingrid caressed the familiar face and planted a kiss on his forehead.