[Comprehensive British and American] The life of the villain and the body of the hero

Clark took James to visit his Fortress of Solitude, his alien AI butler, the "little animals" he collected from various planets, and of course his various collections.I have to say that for a young man, this eye-opening is no longer enough to describe James' feeling at the moment.

"I have to go back first, to clean up the mess in your dormitory. Besides, Bruce should wake up." Clark looked at the time and said, "The man's injury is about twelve hours away from recovery. You want to go back with me, or wait here?"

"Well, I'll be here." James replied.

Clark nodded: "Okay, if you need anything, just talk to AI, and you can also send a signal through it if you want to contact me. Also, remember to go to the treatment room later, your neck." He pointed to the side of his neck.

James was a little dazed at first, he subconsciously touched the skin of his neck, and then felt a sharp pain.It was only then that he remembered that the man had strangled his neck when he was in a frenzy, and now it is estimated that all the marks have come back.

"Do I have to lie down in the medical cabin?" James struggled. It wasn't that he hated the coffin-like high-tech biological treatment equipment... Well, yes, he just hated it.

Clark smiled: "No, you just have to sit and let the AI ​​handle it."

Clark's alien AI gave James a tablet computer, which downloaded some games and some e-books, including of course the "History of Modern Heroes". James opened it and looked at the familiar text and pictures in the textbook.

"Clark... hasn't been back for a long time?" James asked, putting the tablet on his knee.

The robot making black tea replied with a metallic mechanical voice: "Yes, a long time."

"Then you will stay here alone to guard the Fort of Solitude?"

"It's not just me."

"Is there anyone else living here?" James asked in surprise.

The robot nodded and said, "There are also animals raised by the owner here."

"No, I'm not talking about that, I'm asking is there anyone here who can communicate with you?"

"No." The robot replied.

James opened his mouth, not knowing what to say next.Perhaps for Clark, this robot is just a robot, and its programs are all preset. Although it is called an alien AI, it is not a real life after all.James didn't know what it was like to be thrown in the deserted Fort of Solitude in the ice and snow, to manage and operate the entire base alone day after day and year after year?But he guessed it must be unpleasant.

"If..." James had just said a word when he heard a loud noise from the medical room.Then the entire base went into red light alert, and the sharp sound stimulated his eardrums.

"What's going on?" He asked looking at the robot.

"The patient ran out." The robot looked up and answered.

James frowned, and then said decisively: "Turn off the alarm, you will irritate him and go crazy again. Besides, there are only two of us in the base, so there is no point in raising the alarm."

The robot thought for a while, and used logic to prove that what James said was correct.After a while, the base returned to its previous tranquility, but this tranquility did not last for more than five seconds before it was interrupted by a murderous man rushing in.

Compared with the wounded and dying appearance before, the man's wound has basically healed now.In addition to the shocking hostility all over the body, there is no sign of mental distress or physical discomfort.

The alien AI system, which can sense danger, decisively opened the defense system of Fort Solitude, and planned to warn Superman, but was stopped by James.He tried to communicate with the man with a cold and domineering face, and told the AI ​​not to put countless cannons against other people's heads in 360 degrees without dead ends.

"Hey, do you remember me?" James asked with faint hope.

The man glanced at him full of hostility, and the unfamiliar vigilance in his eyes made James understand the answer.

"Well, it's okay if you don't know me. My name is James, James Layton, and I'm a high school student. You broke into my dorm that night, and you were badly injured but couldn't go to the hospital. I had no choice but to let, um , get someone to bring you here for treatment. Are you feeling better? I mean, the wound?" James said as calmly as possible.

The man continued to stare at... the robot without saying a word, ignoring James completely.

The high school boy touched his head and said awkwardly and helplessly: "Then are you hungry? You haven't eaten for a long time. What do you want to eat? Do you want biscuits?"

Great, the atmosphere couldn't be more awkward now, but he didn't want the AI ​​to fight the man at all.No matter which side was injured, it would be a big trouble, and he couldn't explain it to Clark.After all, Clark brought this man to Fort Solitude for his own sake.For God's sake, Clark also specifically told him not to let the other party know about the Fortress of Solitude!

"want."

But the man woke up too early, why did he wake up so early, and how did he leave the treatment cabin... Hey, hey, wait, what did he hear just now? !

James looked at the other party in disbelief. The man was still full of murderous looks, with a rigid and cold face, and then said with the same pair of cold-looking mouths: "I want biscuits."

"Oh." James felt that his throat was a little dry. He coughed twice, looked at the little robot and said, "Biscuits?"

"There are no cookies here."

"……why?"

"Hot cocoa, but no cookies."

"Is there a kitchen? Are there eggs and flour?"

"Have."

James twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Very well, please take me there." Then he turned his head to look at the man and said, "The biscuits may have to wait for a while, would you mind drinking some hot cocoa with milk first?"

Soon, the man told James with practical actions that he didn't mind at all.He held the hot cocoa that had been soaked by AI with milk and even fine foam in his hands, and followed James into the kitchen of Fort Solitude with no expression on his face.No one knows why there is a kitchen in the Fortress of Solitude, maybe Clark also cooked by himself?

James hadn't made cookies, but he had seen Clark do. In fact, as a columnist who didn't have to go out to work, Clark always stayed at home all day researching recipes.James believed that Clark's purpose was to feed the increasingly discerning taste of Bruce, who would often willfully refuse to eat because the food did not suit his taste.

Of course Bruce wouldn't say that, but if something didn't fit his mouth, he'd put down his knife and fork, push the plate forward, and never touch another bite.

Cookies are Bruce's favorite snack. He eats a little every day, and at least changes the taste every other day.James believes that Clark has developed hundreds of new cookie flavors, and each one is delicious.So it's nothing, just follow Clark's steps to make a cookie, which can't help myself.

He was a man who watched Clark make cookies and grew up eating all kinds of cookies!

Let him think about it, first of all, butter and sugar should be stirred until there are fine foams on the surface of the liquid... Then add egg wash twice, and continue to stir... Divide the liquid into two parts, and add [-] grams of low-gluten Flour, and a mixture of [-] grams of low-gluten flour and [-] grams of cocoa powder, then stir... After fermentation, add milk and raisins, and put them in the mold... Uh, wait, why are the molds in the kitchen cartoon animals? The...sprinkle with sliced ​​almonds and pop in the oven.

You see, it's that simple... a ghost!

Half an hour later, the incompletely fermented biscuits were put into the oven, and James' whole body seemed to be scooped out of a pile of flour and butter. A paw was printed on his face.The man was drinking his second cup of milk-foamed hot cocoa in the corner of the kitchen, staying away from the pile of egg liquid on the floor.

"After so long, I don't even know your name. Well, it's okay if I don't say it conveniently." Taking advantage of the time when the cookies were in the oven, James hurriedly drew the man's attention away from the weird mixture of ingredients Walk.

Of course, the man ignored him.

"But what should I call you? Can't it just be 'you' all the time?"

"..."

"Otherwise, I'll give you a title first? If you don't want to, then—"

"Winter Soldier, Asset, Winter Soldier..." The man frowned with confusion and discomfort, "That's what they call me."

James froze for a moment, and then changed the subject wittily when the man's brows were getting tighter and tighter: "The biscuits will be ready in a while, why don't we watch a movie or read a book together."

The Winter Soldier doesn't speak, but James is more or less used to the way he responds.If the Winter Soldier didn't say no and didn't do it directly, then he should mean yes.

James took the Winter Soldier out of the kitchen and picked up the tablet again. The screen on it was still stuck on the page of the book "A History of Modern Heroes", which happened to be stuck on the page of Captain America.

"What movie do you want to see? Everyone's been watching—"

"This." The Winter Soldier pointed to the promotional picture of Captain America, his brows were wrinkled again, and even his lips were pursed.The confusion in his eyes increased, and there was a heartbreaking sense of grievance on his face.

Wait, why is it a grievance?Why does a big man who can tear apart the medical cabin of the Fortress of Solitude have such an expression?Moreover, this expression appeared on the Winter Soldier's face without any sense of disobedience, and it was extremely lethal.

At least James has been defeated by this expression, and he resignedly sent the tablet computer so that the Winter Soldier can see the heroic posture of Captain America holding his shield and holding his head up.

The Winter Soldier looked at it for a long time, so long that James felt that the cookies were almost baked, so he put the tablet back into James' hands.

"Read it to me," said the Winter Soldier, with an irresistible expression.

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