Everyone thought that Bruce would go black [Comprehensive British and American]

Bruce didn't know why he would inexplicably stab the man with a hand knife, he lowered his head in surprise, and looked at his hand himself.

"I didn't even know I could knock him out with one palm."

Al: "Can't bear to look at the jpg."

He watched vigilantly for a while, confirming that the man on the ground had lost consciousness, he looked at Steve again in embarrassment, and he moved the man's iron arm a few times.

"The built-in reactor, the bulletproof metal, and the mechanical scales are full of explosive power... very delicate design." Bruce thought, "But this is not the reason why he can compete with Captain America."

"Judging from the scars on Steve's face, this guy was the one who hurt him." Bruce thought as he picked up a steel bar that could be used as a stick.

"It's quite soft."

Bruce crouched down, carefully watching the man with the iron arms, and poked his face with his hand.

"Wang!"

The little golden retriever wagged its tail and circled around Bruce's feet. Bruce curled his lips and hugged the little golden retriever.

Seeing the little golden retriever's disapproving gaze, Bruce rolled his eyes guiltily.

"Why? You think he looks like a raccoon too, don't you?"

"Wang!"

"Stupid dog." He raised his eyebrows and cursed with a smile.

Bruce turned and walked to the creek, seeing that Steve was still submerged from the waist down, he stared at Steve silently for a while.

"Wake up!" Bruce skillfully punched Steve in the stomach a few times.

"Ahem..." Steve slowly opened his eyes, "Bruce?"

Steve grabbed Bruce's hand and stood up reluctantly.

"I won't see you for a while, you made yourself like this." He sighed.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is so poor that it can't even prepare uniforms for you?"

He rubbed Steve's cuffs in disgust, looked up at Steve and said, "This dress looks like it was just dug out of the grave. My grandmother's dress is better than his."

Steve smiled bitterly: "This is my uniform 70 years ago."

"Captain America just ransacked his own museum? That's enough of a VOA."

Bruce leaned his elbows against the tree.

"Don't talk about this... why are you here? You are not injured, are you?"

"I'm fine, and Death has already blacklisted me."

Bruce roughly stuffed the little golden retriever into Steve's arms, "I've contacted the Wayne Group's medical team, and their helicopter is coming soon."

"Did you save me?" Steve smiled slightly.

"Your rescuer is still lying there," Bruce replied.

"I knew it……"

Steve stared blankly at the man on the ground, he seemed in a trance, a burst of ecstasy rose from the bottom of his heart, but great sadness followed, tears glistened in his blue eyes, it was a kind of lost and found, but found The pain that has long been changed.

"Bruce."

"how?"

"He's Bucky, and I won't mistake him."

"Sergeant Barnes?" Bruce frowned.

"Clone? Mechanical transformation? Steve, you can't trust him easily. You almost died in his hands."

"I don't know what happened to Bucky...it must have been something tough."

Steve was silent for a while, and said firmly: "He is my responsibility."

Bruce looked at Steve disapprovingly, "You know that just because you're called Captain America doesn't mean that the whole of America is your responsibility."

Steve pursed his lips, "I thought I'd lost him."

He walked slowly to Bucky, put the little golden retriever in his hand on the ground, and then carefully picked Bucky up. This should have been an easy task, but he was hurt too badly, quadruple His recovery also takes a little time, which made him stagger.

"Leave it to me." Bruce helped the limping Steve.

"He's dangerous. He's forgotten who he is." Steve shook his head. "I need to contact Tony."

"Why not take him to Wayne Manor? I can provide the best medical treatment."

Steve shook his head stubbornly, he was a little out of breath, which made him seem very short of breath.

"I can't put you in danger, it's the best news for me that Bucky's alive, but he hurt a lot of people."

Bruce understood, "Terrorist."

Steve twitched, but he nodded anyway.

"I need to know what happened to him, and at the same time not let the outside world know that he is still alive... Sorry, Bruce, please don't say it."

Bruce nodded noncommittally.

"Woof." The little golden retriever who had always been very well-behaved suddenly barked one after another.

"It's probably hungry."

"No, your good friend is waking up." Bruce glanced at Bucky, and he noticed that Bucky's eyelids moved.

Steve squeezes Bucky's neck, which will ensure that Bucky can restrain him as soon as he wakes up.

"Bruce, you should stay away from us."

Bruce took a small step to the left symbolically, "Listen to you." He raised his hands.

"Damn! Bruce! You are here!" A pair of pure white armor suddenly landed in front of them, and the pure color stung Bruce's eyes.

"White." Bruce said the word abruptly.

"what?"

"Why did you make your armor white? I know your original red and gold color scheme made you look like a dessert... but white?"

"It's ugly."

Tony frowned suspiciously: "The combination of biotechnology and machinery, the Extremis virus made the armor appear this color, which is beyond my ability to change."

"What's wrong with you, Bruce?"

Bruce stopped talking, he felt something was wrong, looking at the holy color, he had some bad premonitions.

Tony reached out and patted his chest, and the armor quickly returned to Tony's watch like running water.

"How did you get here? Do you know how long I've been looking for you..." The man in the sneakers opened his legs and took a step forward angrily.

"Bruce, I don't know why you came to the backyard of S.H.I.E.L.D. As for you, Steve, your speech skills are just like my dad said, and you can run for president in the next second, but why don't you consider What about after-sales service?"

"I'm tired of cleaning up your mess..." Tony was still babbling, his tone full of accusations, and suddenly, he was like a goose with its throat choked.

His voice stopped abruptly.

"Don't tell me you dug up another old Popsicle in this creek."

Tony rubbed the center of his brows, "Sweetheart, do you know how precious Stark's time is? I haven't slept for 38 hours, and just now, I was helping you intercept the identities of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra info to make sure you guys don't get your bottoms ripped off by the media..."

He looked at Bruce wearily, "Someone explain to me what's going on?"

Bruce pointed to the helicopter hovering above his head, "Why don't we go up and talk?"

"Lemonade, with some caramel added." A Fu held the tray, bowed slightly, and put the drink on the small table in front of the three of them.

"Sorry, Tony." Steve's apology deepened, "Bucky is the killer of Hydra, I thought he was dead when he fell off the train, but just a few hours ago, he carried the machine and put Fury shot through a sieve."

He picked up the cup and swallowed a sip of water with difficulty: "Civilians were injured, as well as some staff members of S.H.I.E.L.D. I don't know the specific casualties."

Tony raised his head slightly: "You want me to hide a terrorist, Captain."

"Give him some time." Steve looked at Tony sincerely, "I assure you, after Bucky remembers what happened to him, he will give us, no, everyone an explanation."

Steve shook his head, "He will take the initiative to stand on the bench."

"Then do you know what you will become if you are discovered?" Tony's big caramel-colored eyes were full of anger.

"Let me tell you, Captain, those stupid people will only laugh at what absurd things I do, but if it were you, I bet you will be forced by those people to have no hiding place."

"I know, but he is my responsibility. I have been Captain America my whole life. I have given my all for this country. Now I just want to be Steve Rogers."

Tony stopped talking, and the plane was quiet again. Bruce lit a cigar, and the aroma of the cigar filled the air. He skillfully exhaled a few smoke rings.

"Give me one too." Tony held out his hand bitterly.

They returned to Tony's manor, "Is this glass strong enough?" Steve looked at the thin glass wall worriedly, "He has great strength."

Tony couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "You can give it a try, I promise this thing can shut down that alien named Saul."

Steve smiled awkwardly, then looked at Bucky worriedly.

"When will he wake up?"

"Now, if you need it." Tony snapped his fingers smartly, "Jarvis."

The smart butler obediently changed the air in the glass room, and after the anesthetic gas was discharged, the Sleeping Beauty, whose whole body was tightly bound by belts, slowly opened her eyes.

His expression became ferocious.

"Let me out." Bucky said with a hoarse throat.

"Impossible, unless you tell me why you are still alive, your iron arm looks good, who installed it for you?"

Bucky pays no attention to Tony, he just stares at Steve sternly.

"Bucky...I need to know what happened to you." Steve pressed his hand to the glass, looking at him with blue eyes in pain.

"Who the fuck is Bucky?"

Bucky wrinkled his nose and narrowed his eyes. He has the appearance of a sweet little prince, with some baby fat on his cheeks, which made him very popular in front of women since he was a child. Anyone who is angry will be amused by his sweet words , even though Hydra's years of torture turned him into a cold weapon, his aggrieved appearance still reminded Steve of the Little Prince of Brooklyn.

Steve pushed open the door and walked in, he couldn't stand the cold glass wall anymore, he put himself and Bucky only a few feet away.

In the heavy snow in Siberia that year, he and Bucky were also only a short distance away, but at that second, he failed to catch him.