tech killer

Elsa was terrified.

She suddenly rolled down from the bed, stood at the farthest place from the bed and looked at the person on the bed, and subconsciously used her abilities.

The him who woke up was different from the him who was in a coma, and even more different from the him yesterday.

Those eyes that were originally full of bewilderment changed for a moment, and became radiant.

Mr. Trophy struggled to sit up. Tortured by the pain, he looked at his unusable left arm in confusion, then raised his right hand for a look, and then tapped his metal left shoulder with the index finger joint of his right hand that he had just seen. After hearing the crisp voice, he let out a low moan: "What's going on..."

Elsa put her fist behind her back and took a step closer cautiously: "Hello?"

Mr. Booty isn't looking good.He groaned, and pressed his forehead with his only movable right hand: "Hi...Damn——sorry."

Elsa blinked: "Are you okay?"

The man pressed his forehead back and took a breath, ignoring the quilt that slid down to his waist: "To be honest...it's not very good. It hurts a lot."

"However, this lovely girl, can you tell me what's going on?" Mr. Trophy grinned at Elsa, "I think something happened to me before..."

With his fingers, he picked up a strand of half-length brown-black hair hanging from his forehead: "Obviously, I didn't have such long hair at that time."

Elsa snorted: "Do you need me to cut it out for you? My craftsmanship is very good!"

The man propped himself up, and his eyes flicked over the girl's disaster-like hairstyle.

Good workmanship?nonexistent!

For the sake of his own image - he didn't know that he had no image now, the man declined Elsa's eagerness to try.

After that, there was a sudden silence.

Mr. Trophy lay down again, the pain brought by his body and brain made him have no time to think about other things, every second of thinking seemed to require several times of torture and pain.

But he was the first person other than Sasha to communicate with Elsa in the past ten years.

Elsa was at a loss.Although she was still vigilant and fully capable, she also hesitated and couldn't think of what to do.Elsa didn't know whether it was right or wrong for her to bring this person back, but once she thought of the warmth that another human being would bring her, she couldn't choose to stay away or refuse.

Scattered memories tell her that when two people get along, they should start by exchanging names.Elsa paused, cheered herself up in her heart, and looked directly at the frowning man on the bed: "My name is Elsa, uh...Elsa Saron," she added The forgotten surname, "...how about you?"

The man who had been called Mr. Booty adjusted his facial expression.Enduring the pain, he showed a beautiful smile that belonged to the little prince of Brooklyn to the shivering girl: "James Barnes."

Of course, coupled with his current embarrassing appearance...

Elsa blushed embarrassingly.

***

Pain can give the illusion of habituation.

In the absence of ingredients, the potato bisque had just the right amount of flavor.Elsa sniffed the scent coming from outside, and quickly returned to the cave with a big bowl of thick soup: "Would you like something to eat?"

The aroma of food whetted James' appetite.

Waves of pain that seemed never-ending were ignored in this moment.James sat up propped up, and then asked Elsa awkwardly to return his tattered, blood-stained clothes.

The unusable but very heavy metal arm caused a lot of inconvenience to James. When Elsa went around outside and came back with baked potatoes, James barely put on the poor clothes-of course, no Wear the mask that is big enough to cover most of your face.

Seeing Elsa carrying the bowl open the curtain and come in, James was still a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Elsa raised a smiling face: "It's nothing. Only your own suit can be worn, and mine is too small."

She sat on a stone stool and took a sip of the soup bowl in her hand: "Eat something. It's almost noon."

James nodded. There was only one stool in the cave, so he had to sit back on the bed.The burning pain from the stomach is still very present when the whole body is clamoring for pain.After leaving it for a while, the temperature of the thick soup was no longer so hot, so he didn't care about so much, so he also took a bowl and directly killed half of it.

"How does it taste?" Elsa, who finished drinking first, bit the baked potato, rubbing her right foot on the ground, "I mean...do you like it?"

The heat from the food made James suddenly relieved.He took great care of the little girl's emotions: "It's very delicious. Thanks to this lady for her generosity."

After a pause, he finally asked the question he wanted to know: "So...can you tell me what happened?"

Elsa stopped biting potatoes: "I don't know, I picked you up."

That's what she said, and she believed so firmly: "You were hiding outside that small town, you didn't know what you wanted to do, you were still holding a gun, and then I picked it up, and I will bring you back here."

While speaking, Elsa added body language, "I found you, you are mine."

"..." James didn't know what to say to the little girl for a moment, "Where is this place?"

"The forest," Elsa replied obediently, her language has become fluent, "the forest without a name, I call this home."

James' memory stays at the moment when he was captured and tied to the test bench.In fact, he has been doubting the current situation, how did he get out of the German base?Who is this girl who looks abnormal in front of her?What about his metal arm and inexplicably long hair?

He doesn't know.

There are wounds all over the body, but they have been bandaged indiscriminately, and every movement brings bursts of burning pain.And the more existential pain comes from inside the body, as if it flows through the whole body with the blood, bringing a steady stream of pain.There is also a head that throbs from time to time and even more suddenly... James Bucky Barnes couldn't describe the damn feeling he was feeling now. He was also afraid of alarming the enemy, so he could only cooperate with the appearance of letting go of his vigilance.

Elsa had no idea that her Mr. Booty would think so much, and she was always in the excitement of having someone with her.

Elsa's amber eyes sparkled: "You'll be with me, won't you?"

James will never make an inexplicable promise at this time.He had no choice but to talk to himself: "I think I still have to talk about this first...Can I have a baked potato?"

Sure enough, the food distracted Elsa.When Elsa jumped out of the cave to get potatoes, James followed her, dragging that heavy arm to the cave entrance.

Opening the curtain, some harsh sunlight shone on his face.

He subconsciously widened his eyes, the sunlight refracted in the light green pupils reflected a different color, and a lush green forest was reflected in his eyes.

——Is this really a forest?

James stood at the door of Elsa's cave—this cave was indeed a cave in a mountain, but the mountain was just a small hill less than ten meters away.Outside the cave door is a relatively wide flat land, which should have been tidied up by someone first, and some things were artificially planted in several pieces. James could not accurately distinguish various crops from the green seedlings, but the human life here The traces are still obvious.There is even a stew pot exuding the aroma of potatoes at the entrance of the cave, where Elsa is squatting and pulling potatoes.

Seeing James coming out, Elsa directly handed him the baked potatoes with her hands.There were many calluses on her hands, and those slight burning sensations couldn't hurt her at all.

James looked down at his available right hand.

There are traces of long-term training on the palm of his right hand and fingertips, which are completely different from when he was captured.

James took the fragrant potato, the callus on his palm shielded from the heat.He didn't even care about peeling the skin, he bit it and used the hot tip of his tongue to regain his sanity.

Damn, what the hell is going on here?

Although he didn't say anything, looking at Mr. Loot's blank and aggrieved look, Elsa suddenly felt the same way.

"Aren't you used to staying in the forest..." She lowered her head and could only think of this reason, "If you want to go, you can go."

"I'm used to being alone," she muttered softly. "It's always me, eating alone, sleeping alone, wandering in the forest alone... Sasha will only say sorry, but she won't stay with me...

I just want someone else... If you don't want to, I won't force you..."

James' rationality told him that he should leave now. Since even this little girl said so, he should investigate the reason why he woke up here, but the emotional surge made him unable to say goodbye.Forget it, anyway, his body can't do anything now, and he probably can't get out of the forest by himself.

"Uh... I think, maybe you'd like to take me in for a while?" James blinked, and pointed to the wound on his waist and abdomen that started to bleed again, "If you don't mind, at least let me recover first?"

Elsa froze for a moment, her amber eyes widened suddenly: "That's great!"