Dr. Warren is a little busy

Ashe knelt on the floor, propping the floor with her hands, crying hoarsely, her tears quickly wet a large area of ​​the ground like tap water from a broken faucet.Such crying has nothing to do with beauty, only pain and heartbreak.

Bucky heard all the conversations in the courtyard outside the gate just across the wall, but he had no idea what happened in those few minutes of silence that changed the whole thing so much.He knelt on one knee in front of Ashe, silently watching her who never seemed to stop crying.

Ashe saw the shadow cast by Bucky who was half kneeling in front of her, raised her head and choked up and said, "My brother, my brother doesn't want me anymore. After all these years, he didn't die at all, he just didn't want me. Dad Mom doesn't want me, he doesn't want me, they don't want me. What did I do wrong? What did I do wrong?"

"You're not wrong, listen to me Ashe, you're not doing anything wrong. You're not doing anything wrong."

Bucky repeated his words over and over again, but he couldn't find a way to comfort Ashe.

Ashe kept crying, unable to say a single word.She grabbed Bucky's shirt tightly with both hands, and pressed her head against his chest.Ashe urgently needs comfort now, and urgently needs the warmth from others, even if the source is not what she wants.

The continuous tears quickly wet Bucky's clothes and skin, and his heart seemed to be getting hotter and hotter with Ashe's crying.He felt himself infected by the emotion of sadness, and it didn't seem to just stem from Ashe's ability to involuntarily radiate under the influence of near-out-of-control emotions.

Ash huddled in Bucky's arms and cried for a long time, until she could barely make a sound at the end.She was so sad that she didn't realize how stupid and embarrassing her actions just now were.

In the end, Ashe was carried to the sofa by Bucky. She knelt on the ground for so long that she couldn't move her legs, and almost fell to the ground when she tried to stand up.Bucky quickly picked her up and picked her up, letting her sit on the sofa.

"Thank you, Bucky." Ashe's voice was hoarse and low, "I'm sorry, I just... I even affected you, I'm sorry."

Bucky was still kneeling on one knee on the plush carpet, looking up at Ashe who was sitting on the sofa.

"No need to apologize, I know you were suffering just now. If you want to talk to someone, you can tell me. If you don't want to talk, I won't ask more."

Ashe's tears flowed again, and she blinked to stop them, but apparently failed.

"My parents drove my older brother to the interest class on a Saturday afternoon 17 years ago, and they never came back. When the car was found, it was completely charred and nothing was left. At that time Holt was 13 years old and I was 17 years old. For [-] years, I thought they were both dead. But just now, I saw my brother. I knew it was him, but he insisted that I identified the wrong person. .I know I'm right, and he knows it very well, but he doesn't want to recognize me."

Ashe raised his hands to cover his face again, Bucky hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his right hand to wrap Ashe's back, and let her lean into his arms.

"If you want to cry, I'll be with you. Or you can pick yourself up and find him and ask him."

Ashe buried her head in Bucky's chest and said sobbingly: "I don't want to go. I'm afraid he will say, I'm your brother, but I just don't want you. If that's the case, I'm afraid I'll break down, I'm very Fear."

Bucky is not good at comforting people, whether it was 70 years ago or 70 years later.All he can do is give his company and embrace.

And Ashe calmed down faster than Bucky imagined. He thought that once the girls started crying, they would never stop, not to mention that what Ashe encountered was such a nerve-stinging thing.

Ashe quickly calmed down. When she resolutely left Bucky's embrace, although her eyes were red and swollen and her nose was red, her expression was rational and determined.

"I figured it out, I don't need him. In the ten years without him, I still live well. Since he doesn't want me, I won't bother him. I will be the same as before, only as my My older brother died in an accident 17 years ago, and today I just misidentified the wrong person."

Ashe's eyes are so bright that it's hard to look directly at them, but what's shining inside is a coldness that makes people chill.Bucky marveled at her rationality and self-restraint, and felt a little heartbroken for her undeserved calmness.

He knew very well in his heart that Aixi was just taking a defensive attitude after being injured. She forced herself to be indifferent and firm, determined not to give her brother a second chance to hurt her.But he felt that a beautiful and kind girl like Ashe deserved to live in endless love and care, and she didn't deserve to suffer from these things that made her constantly feel pain and heartbreak.

And Ashe obviously didn't need his pity, she already showed a smile and said, "I have to wash my face, I must look terrible now."

She went to the bathroom and reappeared almost completely normal.Bucky realized once again that Ash Warren, who seemed gentle and delicate, had a very strong heart.

"Take off your shirt," Ashe explained quickly after seeing Bucky's surprised eyes, "I stained it just now, take it off and I'll wash it."

Ashe seemed to love housework all of a sudden. She washed a pile of clothes and ironed every crease in them. She quickly mopped every floor in the house. It was clean, and Bucky sat on the sofa obediently during the period, not daring to move around.He could see that the anger in her heart hadn't subsided, and she was just forcing herself to do something to distract her.

After mopping the floor, Ai Xi barely stopped to rest for a minute, then ran into the kitchen and was busy for a long time.It took her a long time to bring all the food to the table, and too many dishes took up most of the table.

"It's agreed to celebrate your clearing of suspicion," Ashe smiled crookedly with red eyes, and raised his juice glass at Bucky, "Although there was an accident, I couldn't go to Supermarket, but I can barely scrape together a meal."

Bucky smiled briefly and said, "Very rich, thank you."

"You're welcome, I'm very grateful that you don't dislike my tears and snot. If you weren't with me, I might not have returned to normal so quickly. You know that incident has always been a wound in my heart, I I've avoided bringing it up in the past, I know it's not good, but I can't help myself to face it. Although what happened today was sudden and unpleasant, I have to thank it, let me vent the pain that has accumulated for a long time come out."

It only took a few hours for Ashe to be able to talk about it calmly.Bucky couldn't help recalling his feelings when he just knew his identity and his past experience. Although it was not the same experience and there was no way to compare it, it took him a long time to accept the so-called facts.

Painful memories being evoked and worries about an unsolved dignitary assault case kept Ashe in a bad state, and she was haunted by nightmares at night.

After finally being awakened from the nightmare, Ashe found herself covered in cold sweat.She opened her eyes in the darkness, her heart still beating fast.

She broke free from the nightmare, but the sense of fear did not let her go.

It took Ashe a moment to relax, but she was sleepless.She simply lifted the quilt and left the bed.

Ashe, wearing a thin nightgown, went down the stairs to the kitchen.She didn't turn on the light. At this moment, she wanted to hide in the dark even more.

There is also a lot of white wine in the wine cabinet, which has always been Ashe's favorite.But today she wants something more exciting, such as Scotch whiskey.This amber liquid, brewed from grains and aged in oak barrels for many years, with an alcohol concentration of more than 40%, has always been regarded by the British as "water of life".

Ashe held the wine bottle in one hand, and opened the drawers of the countertop with the other, looking for the missing bottle opener.She had just been so flustered that she hadn't bothered to put on her slippers, and the chill from the cold tiles in the kitchen climbed up her ankles, making her even more restless.

And suddenly the lights were turned on.

Ashe was taken aback and almost let go of the bottle, but luckily she heard a familiar voice.

"Ash, are you okay?"

Ashe looked back at Bucky, sincerely wishing that she hadn't rummaged through drawers with the lights on like a thief.Just look at the current scene. She has disheveled hair, wearing a thin nightgown that does not reach her knees, and is still barefoot, holding a wine bottle and looking through the drawer.

Could it be worse than this?

"I, I can't find the corkscrew."

Ai Xi was a little wronged, she was clearly in her own house, but she seemed to be a thief caught by her master.

There was a brief smile on Bucky's face, but Ashe saw it, and she felt she was being laughed at.

He walked over without saying a word, took the wine bottle in her hand, then opened a drawer that Ashe had turned over, and took out the corkscrew.After uncorking the bottle, he kindly found a glass, poured the wine and handed it to Ashe.

Good, she's more of an uninvited annoying guest now, Ashe secretly rolled her eyes inwardly.But she obediently accepted the cup and thanked Bucky.

"You should put on your slippers and coat."

Ashe moved her feet, she was indeed a little cold.She took a big sip of wine, the spicy and irritating feeling extended from her tongue all the way to her stomach, and she immediately warmed up.

"Would you like a bite?"

Under normal conditions, she should have taken out a second glass and poured Bucky a glass, or handed him the bottle directly.And now she hadn't completely shaken off the tension and fear brought about by her nightmare, and the wine bottle was being held in Bucky's hand, so Ashe stretched out her hand holding the cup to Bucky.

She was leaning against the counter, her legs under her nightgown were inadvertently writhing due to the cold, with a nervous expression on her face.

Ashe didn't know what her image looked like in Bucky's eyes, otherwise she would never have invited him to drink so calmly.

Bucky took the glass and took a long swig.

"I think I'm getting drunk."

His voice was deeper than usual, and Ashe laughed, taking back her glass and continuing to drink.

"What are you talking about? You've only had one sip. I'd say it's at least three or four drinks before you're a little tipsy."

Bucky licked his lips, then smiled and said to Ashe, "You're right."

He found that he couldn't refute anything she said, he just wanted to always follow her will, like treating a spoiled little girl, or a rare treasure that would shatter at the first touch.

Ashe walked towards the living room with a smile, she couldn't stand the temperature of the ground anymore.She nestled on the sofa, curled her legs, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

She said to Bucky, who followed with the bottle, "I want more, just a little more. I just had a nightmare and I need alcohol."

Bucky poured some wine into Ashe's glass and asked her, "What nightmare did you have?"

"Forget it, I just remembered it, but now I've forgotten it all." She said with some distress, "Why did you wake up? Did you wake me up?"

Bucky just smiled, he didn't want to blame her, even for such a small thing.

Ashe put down the empty glass, moved her body, and said to Bucky, "It's time to go back to sleep. It's only one o'clock."

"What if you have nightmares again?"

"No, alcohol will help me stay away from them."

After she finished speaking, she got up from the sofa, walked to the kitchen and turned off the light.The entire space returned to darkness, and Bucky could only see Ashe's hazy figure through the moonlight.

Bucky walked up to the second floor behind Ashe, the darkness sharpened his other senses, he could smell the aroma of wine from his lips and teeth, and Ashe also carried the same smell.He felt the warming effect of alcohol starting to kick in.

"Good night then, Bucky. Sorry to wake you up."

Ashe stood at the door of her room, looking at the vague silhouette of Bucky in the darkness.

"Good night. Remember to wear slippers next time."

Ashe laughed softly, she reached out and groped to caress Bucky's face, then she tiptoed and pressed a light kiss on his cock.

"Thank you and wish you a sweet dream."

But this is not destined to be a dream night for the Winter Soldier.

He lay flat on his bed, pressed his heart beating too fast, and kept recalling the warm touch brought by Ashe's lips in the dark, unable to fall asleep for a long time.