[Zhongyingmei] Donuts are divided into half for you

The sound of sandbags colliding with flesh and blood could be heard in the empty room.

Steve closed his eyes so that the sweat on his brow could pass by his eyelashes and trickle down his cheeks.His blond and blue-eyed handsome silhouette is now stern and sculptural.

He closed his eyes briefly, then opened them.He was concentrating, pouring all his strength into his fists.With a punch from the super soldier, the sandbag suddenly shook like a drugged tumbler.

"Ha, you are right, he is indeed here."

A discordant voice suddenly sounded in the empty space.Steve didn't have to look back to see who the voice belonged to.Mr. Iron Man Tony Stark leaned against the door, dragged his lazy and arrogant tone, and turned his head to the woman behind him.

The glamorous agent Black Widow took two steps forward, stood side by side with Iron Man, and blocked the door: "It's really not the time—it seems that our captain is in a bad mood."

Her voice was low and relaxed.In fact, her mood is far more sunny than that of Captain America: Nick Fury is now in danger of life and just needs to rest.S.H.I.E.L.D. searched for tumors based on the list provided by Lizzie at the time. Hydra's forces seemed to have blood maggots attached to their bones.In addition to saving the world, the Avengers are still busy fighting against the Hydra organization.

Hydra members hibernate like real hibernating snakes under high-intensity frontal blows, reducing their actions.

"Chop off one head and grow two more."

- It looks like it will take a while for the cuts to grow back two.

But obviously the reduction of the enemy does not make Captain America smile, he is even more serious than before.

At this moment, he just glanced at his partner, the muscles in his arms tensed instantly, and the sandbag hanging in front of him trembled violently under his rainstorm-like blow.The astonishing speed and strength even give people a sense of fierce blows from fist to flesh.

When the final blow came, the fist was sent out, and the sandbag crashed in mid-air. The explosive sound made Mr. Iron Man standing by the door make a sound like sour teeth.

Steve hauls out new sandbags and hangs them up again.

"Look at this ugly face, it seems that the next second is going to fist-to-fist with the big green guy."

Tony put his hands on his hips and curled his lips viciously.

"The metaphor is vivid."

"Better make sure you call me if you need anything, Nat."

"Wow, Mister Gun|Powder Keg, stop staring at me, it's scary. Stark is the one you have something to talk about."

Natasha blinked and walked around Steve, seeming eager to ravage the sandbag too.Soon there was another series of muffled noises in the room.

Captain America and Iron Man looked at each other.

Steve's expression was very light: "Tony, right now I can't think of anything you need my help with."

Strange.This can be regarded as very rude words for the shining Captain America. It seems that he really attaches great importance to finding the brothers and sisters of the Winter Soldier, so that the last time he had a dispute with Tony still lingers for a long time.

Tony was stunned: "It's the opposite, I'm the one who helped you, and I'm sure you won't refuse my apology gift."

He uses "apologies," and it's as rare to get Iron Man to apologize as Captain America to spar - which makes Steve glance him up and down.

"They're in Romania."

Tony cut to the chase.

Then he saw that the eyes of the tall and burly captain suddenly lit up wetly like a loyal dog that had found its owner.

"...Don't thank me. In fact, it's not just the two of them. Deadpool and Spider-Kid are still entangled with them. Maybe it can buy you some time."

Tony didn't think about relying on those two guys at all-Spider Baby was still a little kid himself, and Deadpool, the freelancer, was here to muddy the muddy water even more.The superposition of two unreliable gay friends may end up going to eat "Demented Cheese Beef Pie" or something together, in some corner of the rooftop.

And the truth... is indeed eight|nine is not far from ten.

"They rented a house there, and if there is no accident, they should stay for a while-hey, to be honest, cap, apart from the harassment of the soldiers, they can be regarded as living comfortably, you can... wait."

Captain America has a good idea, and the little Popsicle does have special abilities in mind control.

According to the information sent back from the little spider, the Winter Soldier is currently emotionally stable and has a close relationship with his sister—they even have a decent house, and they may not be able to regain their memories in time.

And the sudden reunion of old friends will break the balance in an instant. Looking back on the blood and tears of the past, it is not clear whether it is good or bad.

"Thank you for your suggestion, Tony." Steve sincerely looked into his friend's eyes, and now his brows and eyes are stretched, full of relief and joy for the future, "but I can't wait any longer."

"Peggy once had a date with me, and I was 70 years late. She was lying on the hospital bed, blaming me for being too late." Thinking of the old things, his voice began to become heavy again, "Is it not true in my heart? Blame yourself?"

"Abandoning the identity of a soldier, I am a person first. I have to try my best to do what I want to do, and it will be a day as soon as possible. 'Heroes don't always have to walk on the sunny road', and let down the old friendship that has grown sideways."

He even teased Tony back with what Tony had sworn to.

"You're always the truth, Steve," Tony grumbled, shaking his head. "I'll confess to you: I admire your worldliness more than I admire your selfishness."

"Go find them, Captain Imperfect. Now, I have to play polo with Wayne—which means I have another chance to humiliate the beginner."

He has a natural expression, his big eyes are shining and charming, and he is not the slightest bit ashamed of his words.

……

Lizzie was carried home by Bucky and put on the bed.

She was very sleepy, rolled up the quilt by herself, and was about to fall asleep with her head tilted.As a result, he hadn't fallen asleep completely, so he forced himself to wake up.

She rubbed her eyes, then reached out to grab the sleeve of the Winter Soldier's coat sitting on the edge of her bed, and she felt relieved after grabbing him, and said softly:

"I'm very hungry."

I am indeed hungry.I was too excited at night, and I didn't eat anything. Now I have finished digesting, and my stomach is empty.

Bucky walks away, returns a few seconds later, and puts the bag of fruit in her arms.

Lizzie reached out to touch it, and was hit again by him, her mouth so pouted that she could hang a bottle of oil on it.

The number of beatings in the past two days is really a bit too much!

Bucky said softly: "Come down and eat." Don't rub your hand stained with fruit juice on the newly changed bed sheets and get them dirty again.

There was a rattling sound like a mouse, Lizzie got down listlessly, and pulled on her slippers to peel the half bunch of grapes on the table.

After eating all the grapes, she ate another plum.See there are five more, and put one in my brother's hand.Bucky held it in his hand and didn't eat it, then stuffed it back in after a while.

"Not hungry."

"Okay then, save some food."

She hid the five plums in the refrigerator.

"You should go wash up."

Bucky looks at her.Seeing her drowsy, he originally intended to put her on the bed and let her fall asleep, but now that she is awake, it is still necessary to remind her.

Lizzie took her nightgown and went to the bathroom, first took off her heavy makeup, and then took a neat hot bath.When I came out again, it seemed that all my laziness had been washed away, and I became very energetic again.

While Bucky was washing up, she sat cross-legged on the small bed, and quietly opened the window to peek outside.

There are continuous trees all around, growing wildly in patches, covering several small buildings hidden in it.With sharp eyes, Lizzie saw a lot of bright lights on the tree trunk, and when she looked closely, she found that it was spider silk.

Lizzie: "..."

"Not gone yet."

She murmured and drew the curtains.

She put her crossed legs down, clasped her fingers together, and closed her eyes.

I originally planned to pray to the moon, which seemed more sincere.Now she looked down at her nightgown, and was afraid of being seen, so she could only do it in the room.

The turned-on bedside lamp reflected her upturned little face, which was clear, much smaller than the heavy makeup, and even a little naive and timid.

"God, please listen to my prayer, I speak to you with my honest and pious heart. I have one wish: I hope my brother Bucky can remember as soon as possible and restore his complete memory. Nothing else."

In the ancient times, when wars were raging at night, she often prayed this prayer.God was always very generous and willing to listen to her pleas, and brought Bucky back to her again and again, so that they could hug each other with gratitude after each battle.

Even if they encountered danger later, they never separated.The good one is Bucky, the bad one is the Winter Soldier, good or bad, they are all brothers.

"Wait a minute! I was wrong just now. I still have one wish. Don't think I'm greedy. I'll just add a little more. Don't leave."

She thought about it and suddenly felt that something was missing, so she hurriedly added a sentence.

"I hope Bucky can meet Steve when he thinks about it. Steve misses him very much."

"Thank you, I have nothing else to ask, this time it's true."

Lizzie opened her eyes and met the stare.

She was so frightened that she almost fell off the bed, but fortunately she was physically strong, so she quickly stabilized herself.

There is an inexplicable complexity in Bucky's eyes, like a stream stirred by a small wooden stick, a little messy and a little moved.

His warm right palm lightly touched Lizzie's head.Then he increased his strength, stroked back her slightly wet hair, and stroked her heavily.

Unprepared, Lizzie was shoved back by his palm, like a cat pushed by its owner, and almost rolled over again.

But she wasn't angry, because this was what her brother used to do when she was very young!

"Did you remember it all?"

There seemed to be a small light bulb on her head, which lit up with a "ding".

Bucky hesitated, then nodded.His memory is basically complete now, and his days in Romania have become clearer and clearer.

"What's our mother's name?"

"Lucy."

"What is my dream?"

"Stage singers and actors are fine too."

"Do you know Steve?"

"...the little Brooklyn guy who used to put newspapers in his shoes, my former buddy, buddy, and comrade."

"Not then, now. He will always be your friend."

……

Lizzie asked several questions in a row, and Bucky answered them fluently.

"God is good," she announced at last, contentedly. "Thank you."

She didn't see a misty shadow flash across Bucky's eyes, and his clear pupils were suddenly covered by a deeper, gray sadness.

His naive younger sister, childish, clumsy, and lovable, fully believes that memories can be retrieved, values ​​can be reshaped, and changing from bad to good is as simple as eating and drinking.

However, when he dreamed back at midnight, he judged his memories and tortured his increasingly recovering conscience with his bitterness.He also tries to break out of the loop, but the nightmare won't stop.

Surrounded by every face that died at his hands, he was never out of pain.

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