[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is naturally cute

"Bucky?" Steve exclaimed in shock the moment he took off his mask.

what--

Steve was attacked by one of the Winter Soldier, knocked unconscious on the ground, he knelt on the ground, clutching the back of his head, watching the Winter Soldier run towards the crowd.

The next day, Rosa stepped into the Stark Tower and met Steve, whom she had not seen for a long time.

"Steve——" Rosa looked at the swollen bump on the back of his head and the bruises at the corners of his eyes, and elongated her voice in surprise: "What happened?"

Steve smiled, spread his hands absently, and Rosa looked at Tony.

"He was beaten by the Winter Soldier in public." Tony's tone was soft, with a hint of ridicule.

Steve glanced at him, not seeming in the mood for an argument.

Rosa, who recovered her memory, of course also recalled the true identity of the Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes, the best friend of Captain America.

Tony sneered and left. He will have a meeting with the US military later, and he will attend as a consultant.

There was a lot of worry on Steve's face, and of course she knew the reason. The person hiding behind the identity of the Winter Soldier was his good friend-this was absolutely unacceptable.Rosa sat next to him and squeezed her fingers: "Do you want to talk?"

Steve was surprised by her sharpness, hesitated for a long time, and finally didn't speak.

He smiled reassuringly: "Don't worry, Rosa, I have nothing to do, I just have some things to figure out." He looked out the window with distant and serious eyes.

"Okay." Rosa stood up, and when she walked to the door, she stopped suddenly, turned around and looked at him: "Steve, what kind of person do you think Tony is?"

Steve raised his eyelids, a little surprised at her inexplicable question, but replied honestly, "He's definitely an asshole, but I think he has a good heart."

"Then do you consider him a friend?"

"Of course." Steve replied without hesitation.

Rosa nodded, her eyes were a little complicated: "I hope you can always think so. Although Tony always laughs at you as an old-fashioned old man, he really regards you as a friend who can give you his back."

"I see." Steve looked at Rosa who was also becoming preoccupied now, and frowned suspiciously: "What happened?"

Rosa quickly smiled and shook her head: "No, what Tony said just now was a bit unpleasant, I hope you don't mind."

"I know he is like this, and I won't take it to heart."

Rosa smiled and exited the room, walked a few meters away, saw Steve inside through the glass door, and sighed.

It seemed that something was destined to happen, but she hoped to minimize the damage in the process of resolving this matter.

Rosa sat back on her desk, picked up the note paper, and silently wrote eleven words on it—longing, rusty, seventeen, dawn, stove, nine, kindness, home, one, truck, soldier.Although Sherlock hasn't deciphered the answer yet, she already knows what the final answer will be, which is Hydra's password to control the Winter Soldier.

But what puzzled her was, why did Hannibal tell them?What is his plot?Rosa leaned against the back of the chair with a headache, always feeling a little uneasy.

The only thing she can analyze so far is that Hannibal's status in Hydra should not be low. One is that he can get the medicine to maintain youth, and the other is that he knows the password to control the Winter Soldier, and it may even be said to be the Winter Soldier's. He was the one who did the brainwashing, and he was a top psychologist.

At this time, in the hidden Hydra base, Hannibal held a cup of coffee and sipped it carefully. It seemed that he was not in the mood at all because the agents lurking in SHIELD were discovered and many of Hydra's secret bases were destroyed. bad.

The Winter Soldier is lying on the operating table, with a brain wave device on his head, and his eyes have a touch of humanity because they are full of confusion.

"I should know him."

Hannibal didn't panic because of this. He saw the brain wave frequency of the Winter Soldier beating on the screen of the instrument, calmly put the coffee in his hand on the table, and asked, "What do you think of?"

"I should know him." The Winter Soldier repeated, only a few pictures flashed in his mind, as if it had been a long time ago, he was a little uncertain but familiar.

"No, you should kill him." Hannibal's voice was cold, full of irresistible majesty.

"No, I know him," the Winter Soldier struggled, his sense of self fading away, the warm images in his mind fading away.

Hannibal controlled the instruments under his command, and didn't care about the Winter Soldier's insistence, he would forget it anyway.

"I—know—he" With these words, the Winter Soldier became numb again, his eyes were empty, except for the flickering light that was as cold as glass.

Hannibal has no sympathy for this, because he himself created the first killer of Hydra, the Winter Soldier.

"Doctor Lecter?" Someone in a white coat came in.

Hannibal glanced at the wound on Hannibal's body and said, "Let's deal with it."

He returned to his office, sat in the swivel chair and fell into thought, rubbing his fingers together, which was his usual action when thinking.

He joined Hydra not because he had the same belief, but because he wanted to gain benefits.He doesn't care whether the Winter Soldier will get out of control, but he is still an important pawn in the plan, so it's better to be obedient.

At this moment, Moriarty's video request came over.

"How far has it come?" Moriarty asked, having seen the news about Captain America and the Winter Soldier.

"I didn't expect you to be an infatuated species." Hannibal sneered.

Moriarty's eyes darkened. He wasn't surprised that Hannibal saw his true intentions. This man's insight into people's hearts had reached the point of terror to a certain extent.

"Did you ever have a crush on her?" Moriarty smiled ironically, and slowly said a name: "Misha—"

"You're right." Hannibal didn't feel stung: "She thought she was similar to Misha, but in the end she betrayed me, so I can only punish her with all my heart."

"Didn't you induce the serial killer to attack her first?"

"I have no choice." Hannibal spread his hands: "It seems that the old saying is good, it is not good to participate in other people's housework."

"Damn it!" Moriarty cursed, he was in a dilemma now, he had already obtained the benefits, and that person would not allow him to break the contract.That's why he designed to frame Sherlock, so that he had to leave London and come to Rosa to protect her.

Rosa lived another week of steady life, like the eve of a storm, calm and terrifying.

After a week, Sherlock finally deciphered the string of codes, but the two held the eleven words and looked at each other.Sherlock doesn't know the function at all, and even if Rosa knows the function, she doesn't know what Hannibal's purpose is.

"Looks like a series of passwords?" Sherlock said, but other than that, he had no clue, like walking outside a wall at the end of the maze, which was very close but couldn't reach the end.

"Leave it alone for now." Rosa became indifferent instead. Maybe this is Hannibal's purpose, to let her live in fear of being killed all the time. He is a psychologist, so of course he understands that the most frightening thing is not The moment of death, but the ten seconds before death.

Sherlock folded the note and seemed to approve of Rosa's choice. He kissed Rosa's forehead, and his eyes were a little dignified when Rosa didn't see it.

He felt the slender body in his arms, and his arms suddenly tightened. For some reason, he had a bad premonition.

Rosa patted him on the shoulder lightly, smiled and comforted him: "Don't worry, maybe this is already his plan, and nothing will happen to me."

"Be careful, and tell me if something is wrong," Sherlock instructed.

"it is good."

It didn't take long for Rosa to receive a call from Jarvis by accident. Tony and Steve got into a call. She squeezed the phone tightly for an instant, and it finally happened without any change.

"Honey, I'll try to talk it out." Rosa quickly kissed Sherlock on the lips, then hurriedly picked up her coat and ran outside.

"I will go with you."

"No need." Sherlock and Tony didn't deal with each other, and she was really afraid that Sherlock would make things worse.

When Rosa arrived, she saw a thrilling scene. The Winter Soldier pressed Tony against the wall and reached out to remove his reactor.

"Enough!" Rosa controlled and threw the Winter Soldier out as she ran over. She glanced coldly at the Winter Soldier lying on the ground—they had killed each other before.

"Tony." Rosa knelt on the ground and hugged him. The helmet had been lifted, her face was covered with bloodstains, and she didn't know how many injuries she had suffered: "Are you okay?"

"Why did you come here?" Thinking of the person who might have tipped off the news, Tony cursed softly, "Jarvis!"

"Rosa?" Steve yelled anxiously while supporting the Winter Soldier. Rosa looked at his clean face and didn't give him a good look.

"Isn't it two against one? Now two against two is fair." Rosa looked at him and said in a bad tone, "You're on the side of the Winter Soldier, and I'm on Tony's side."

Tony took Rosa's hand.Rosa knew that this was not the solution to the conflict, and might even intensify the conflict, but she was partial.

Steve squeezed his fists: "Rosa, you don't know what happened. Bucky was brainwashed by Hydra, and hurting Tony's parents was not his intention."

Tony's parents?Rosa suddenly sneered: "I thought you and the Starks were friends."

"Did he apologize then? He even wanted to kill Tony just now!"

"Rosa——" Steve was about to say something, but Rosa preempted him: "I thought Tony was also your friend, but now it seems that only he is."

Steve clenched his hands into fists, glanced at them, and left with the Winter Soldier.

As soon as they left, Rosa burst into tears, genuinely feeling sorry for Tony: "I'm sorry."

Tony gritted his teeth to support his body, and hugged Rosa tightly: "Thank you, your move means a lot to me." At least let him know that he is not alone, or someone will stand behind him to support him.