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

A good night's dream.

Ingrid was awakened by the blinding light that came in from the gap in the curtains. When she opened her eyes, Bucky was still asleep beside her. Naturally softened, Ingrid stretched her hand to his cheek unconsciously.

May time stand still at this moment.

A thin strip of warm yellow light shone on his face. Ingrid stroked his cheek over and over again. A strange emotion spread in his heart. The eyelashes under his hands trembled, little by little. He opened his eyes, his light blue eyes were covered with a faint light of water, soft and moist inconceivably.

The atmosphere was so exaggerated that she naturally half-closed her eyes, lifted his chin, and bent down.

"...you won't even close your eyes?" Ingrid said to him helplessly, "No one can kiss such big eyes?"

Bucky let her lift his chin, his pale blue pupils remained motionless, staring straight at her.

Ingrid sighed.

"Then you have to smile at me."

Bucky showed a look of not knowing very well, blinked, and looked at her expressionlessly.

"Sure enough, I don't know anything after being washed..." Ingrid smiled wryly, retracting the hand that lifted his chin, and touched his cheek, her eyes were as gentle as water, "I will teach you, don't you remember?" Teach everything back."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and rubbed his head.

Although Bucky, who is brainwashed and will stick to you with a ignorant face, is also very cute, but it still caused her a lot of trouble.

Hello!You are just brainwashed, not your IQ.

A man who was a head taller than her, bent his waist and put his arms around her neck, his hot breath fell on her neck, and the knife that cut vegetables several times was cut to his own by his sudden breath. hand.

"Honey, can you let go of your hand first?" Ingrid turned her head with difficulty, "I can't chop vegetables properly with you like this."

Bucky looked like he didn't listen to her words at all, and when she turned her head, he rubbed his squinted cheek against her neck.

Soft skin rubbed against her neck with hair hanging down, and Ingrid giggled at the itching, and the cabbage was finally chopped into pieces in her hands.

"Okay, okay, stop rubbing." Ingrid giggled, shaking her body to avoid the head he kept coming to rub, "It's itchy...haha...stop rubbing, ba base····"

The cheerful man who was rubbing against him just now suddenly quieted down, his light blue eyes dimmed, like an abandoned kitten.

"what happened?"

Ingrid looked at the man who was suddenly depressed, and reached out to touch his head.

To her surprise, the man who had not resisted before suddenly turned his head to avoid her outstretched hand, took a few steps back, and quickly rushed out of the kitchen.

Ingrid withdrew her frustrated hand and stared at the empty kitchen in a daze.

For some unknown reason, Bucky lost his temper, and sat down under the table by himself, watching a big man squeeze his body under the table, and the scene looked extremely harmonious.

"Honey, what's the matter with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Ingrid put the boiled soup on the table, squatted down and looked at Bucky curled up under the table, and said to him dumbfounded.

"Will you be angry later? Eat your lunch first."

Bucky glanced at her blankly, and shrank back a little.

More and more like a cat.

Ingrid looked at his actions and shook her head with a smile. She knelt on the ground and crawled in from the edge of the table. At the beginning, Bucky saw her approaching, and kept moving back until she reached the edge of the table. After the wall, he sat on the spot with a face of reluctance and asked her to lean over.

Ingrid sat next to him with her knees hugged, and she didn't deliberately turn her head to shift her gaze to him, and said indifferently.

"If you don't want to eat, then I will not eat with you..."

Bucky's expression looked a little touched, but he still sat on the side with a blank expression. He has undergone hunger training, and not eating for one or two meals is not a big problem for him, but not necessarily for Ingrid. up.

Since helping Bucky into the room last night, she overslept in the morning. She hadn't eaten for two whole meals, and her stomach, which was tortured by hunger, could no longer bear it, and protested to her.

goo—

When the first cry came, Ingrid's ears turned red with embarrassment, and Bucky's fingers seemed to move.

goo—

Bucky glanced at her unconsciously.

goo—

He lowered his head and clenched his fists, as if he had made up his mind, and jumped out from under the table in the next second.

Then he rushed back with the thick soup on the table, took a sip expressionlessly, and handed the bowl to her, staring at her faintly with blue eyes.

Ingrid looked at the wall of the bowl that had been pressed against her lips, and was stunned for a moment, then opened her mouth according to his intention, and poured some cold soup into her mouth along the wall of the bowl.

"wait wait wait···"

Sure enough, it is a delusion to expect the "cat" to take care of people. Maybe he wants Ingrid to finish the rest of the soup. The action of holding the bowl can no longer be called feeding, it is completely feeding .

As if he was afraid that the soup would leak out, Bucky held the bowl with one hand and pressed her chin gently but with an unbreakable force, which tortured Ingrid terribly, and the soup rushed into her throat , and even a lot of it poured into her nasal cavity when she took a breath.

"Cough...cough cough...that's enough!"

Ingrid, who was so choked that he couldn't breathe, punched him on the head, and Bucky stopped his hand movements. He didn't understand what was wrong with his behavior of wanting her to eat, and looked at her with an aggrieved face. .

Ingrid, whose face was full of soup, looked at Bucky with such an expression, and involuntarily lowered his tone.

"I know you want me to eat, but that's rude..."

Bucky, who had lost his memory, didn't quite understand the meaning of being rude for a while, and looked at her in confusion, and then saw Ingrid's face covered with brown soup, raised his hand and wiped the soup on her face bit by bit juice, and stained his fingers and white sleeves with oil.

Feeling the touch from the face, looking at Bucky who wiped her face expressionlessly, he knew that he didn't listen to anything at all, and smiled helplessly and turned his face sideways so that he could wipe his face more easily. Face.

Coming to Venice, it would be a waste of an opportunity just to stay in the house.

So just after lunch, Ingrid took Bucky out to walk around this kind of city.

The gondolier on the boat welcomed the strangest pair of guests in his boating history.

The dark-haired woman knew more about the classic sights of Venice than he, a local. It was supposed to be introduced by him along the way, but the woman sat next to the brown-haired man, pointing at the places she passed, and kept chatting with her along the way. The man was talking, and after talking for so long, even he, the boatman, was a little annoyed, but the man squinted his eyes and turned his head to stare at her without blinking.

No matter how bad the other guests are, most of them would say hello to him when they got on the boat. This man never gave him a look since he got on the boat. He quietly looked at the woman's side face, as if He doesn't exist at all, even the beautiful scenery of Venice, which is like a fairyland, can't get his attention back.

It was as if his world only existed in this woman in front of him.

"We have arrived."

Seeing that the destination had been reached, the chattering Ingrid finally stopped. After she took out the money from her wallet and handed it to the boatman, she couldn't wait to pull Bucky ashore.

"Piazza San Marco"

Ingrid pointed to the square in front of her.

The white pigeons huddled together profusely, cooing, enjoying the tourists' feeding. Occasionally, one or two flew up and dropped a pair or two of pure white feathers. The beautiful picture was mixed with the warm yellow sun in the afternoon. s eyes.

The black-haired woman yelled with a smile, took his hand and rushed into the flock of pigeons.

With a sound of 'Hula', the frightened pigeon flew up like a sea of ​​white, and the woman's bright and beautiful smile came into his eyes.

The woman's laughter was mixed with the guard's angry stop.

This scene is unbelievably familiar.

"Run!"

Ingrid smiled and took his hand, and ran to the other side of the square, followed by roaring guards, flocks of white pigeons were startled by them.

While running, the sound of 'huhu' swept past his ears, he froze for a moment, looked at the woman who was running with his right hand, and subconsciously turned his head to look at his left hand.

It was empty.

"Finally got rid of him..."

The woman held the back of his hand with one hand, panting continuously.

He didn't understand why he ran away, just like he didn't understand where his familiarity with her came from?

From the very first side, every cell in his body was roaring.

His body was excited, in joy.

boom--

Surprised by the sudden voice, he subconsciously reached out to touch his waist. After groping, he realized that he had changed his clothes.

The ensuing cold touch brought him back to his senses quickly, and the water from the ground column splashed on his body, making him struggle subconsciously, and his pupils dilated unconsciously.

Like a cat thrown into a sink by its owner.

The woman was delighted by his appearance, and the 'giggle' laughter has not stopped since just now.

Through the water mist, the woman's wet appearance is not beautiful, her black hair sticks to her face like wet seaweed, almost blocking her facial features, presumably his image is not necessarily beautiful either, But the two of them just hugged each other in the fountain without anyone else disturbing them.

At that moment, my heart skipped a beat.

Ingrid touched the familiar cheek fascinatedly, stared greedily at his face, piece by piece, inch by inch, blurted out words full of emotion.

"Bucky..."

That gentle cry called him back from his trance.

An indescribable feeling spread from the bottom of his heart, like countless thin needles piercing his heart.

"I'm not Bucky, not him."

[Why do you always call his name? 】