[Zhongyingmei] Donuts are divided into half for you

I don't know when it started and when it ended.

By the time she realized it, she had already been pressed on the bed by Tony Stark.The bed was neither pink nor warm, and the moonlight shone in. The bed, like Tony's eyes, was leaden gray without heat.

He tied her hands high and bit her with his cold lips, like a beast in a wild land.

Lizzie thought she was unprepared, but in reality she was lying on the chef's cutting board as docile as a lamb, as if she had been waiting for this day for a long time.

The craze was overwhelming and swept them away.His beautiful brown head was buried, and his Adam's apple moved tirelessly, as if she was the source of Jiang Ze, quenching his thirst for desert travel.

……

She is his little Juliet in the whirlpool, and every time his movements go deep, he feels whiplash-like hatred and pleasure accompanied by it.

The more I think about her identity, the harder I grab her legs, but when I see her tearful eyes, I can't wait to die in the water full of affection.

"I'm so fucking... crazy—"

he murmured in pain.

Alcohol took hold of his mind, and he let his movements run wild like a galloping horse.

……

"You've got to be mine—you're not allowed to go anywhere but with me—"

……

He clasped the girl's raised shoulders with the heels of his palms.The girl couldn't even speak, her lips were trembling, and her eyes couldn't focus.He used a gentle strength completely different from that of the lower body to kiss her dazed eyes.

Angels and demons were at war in his heart.

"You are innocent, Barnes is innocent, I shouldn't hate you... my dear, how could I hate you..."

Beads of sweat slid down his forehead, steaming his skin.Two scarred bodies intertwined in chaos.

Lizzie's eyes seemed to be filled with tears forever, she choked up a sob, and looked up to find his lips.

……

She was trembling, crying with a headache: "But I love you very much—"

She thought she was yelling, but it was no different from a kitten meowing.But his body kept covering her, and his cheek rubbed against her warm neck, so even the weakest voice was captured by him.

……

Tony had a splitting headache and just felt like breaking down.

"God, I love you too...of course I love you—"

She was all his passion, his fire, and his sinful light.She cut off all his escape routes, and when the pain and hatred burned through his body, he found that he still loved her.

They kissed in sweat.I couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears that ran across my cheeks.

The waves come and go without end, as if tomorrow will never come.

……

Lizzie went out early the next morning.

Wanda stayed up all night, overwhelmed by guilt and remorse.She wanted to apologize to Lizzie, if they had caught Zemo earlier, wouldn't what happened later—

"I want to see Helmut Zemo."

These were the first words she said to Wanda.Wanda felt that she was not in good spirits, her skin was almost transparent, and her voice was several degrees lower than usual.

She couldn't walk very steadily, as if she was floating in the air. When her legs were weak for the third time, Wanda gave her a hand.

——She thought of a possibility, and her throat tightened immediately.

Lizzie sensitively noticed her scrutinizing gaze, she stretched out the heel of her palm, and rubbed the protruding nerve on her temple.

"Take me to see Zemo."

Wanda led the way for her.Zemo was temporarily imprisoned in the confinement room of the Magic Council of America. The entire space was covered with magic barriers. As long as it was a No-Maj, no matter how powerful it was, it would be impossible to escape.

However, Zemo didn't think about running away at all. He seemed to be satisfied. He stayed inside all day long, didn't touch food and water, and waited for death peacefully.

Lizzie's arrival suddenly brightened his dark eyes.The Zemo is not bad-looking, and the corners of his eyes are drooping so that he looks kind of good.

His eyes fixed on her, like two glass beads brushing off dust.

His voice was hoarse: "I didn't expect that you were the first person to see me."

Lizzie was silent for a full ten seconds.

"what is your purpose?"

"I said it a long time ago," Zemo repeated patiently, "I will destroy an entire empire with my talent and patience."

"——I can still tell you why. The death of my wife and son is the responsibility of your superheroes. You keep saying you want to save the world, but after messing up the world, you pat your ass and leave."

Zemo's tongue was pressed against his mouth, and he seemed to be able to smell the rust-like smell of blood emanating from his loved one's body.

He looked at Lizzie and suddenly smiled: "You are really wronged. I didn't include you in my first plan. But in the end, you are a very important part."

Lizzie was eerily calm: "Tell me about your plan."

"My plan? It's not complicated. I have to find enough evidence to split you first: You superheroes are very bold. You released all the encrypted files in the operation to destroy Hydra, and the task of finding the Winter Soldier The clues took me a little while."

He said it lightly, but in fact countless days and nights, he spent much more than "a little".

The last thing Zemo lacks is patience.

"December [-], [-], I need this information. Since Hydra's base is too hidden, finding the video is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack. Whether the Winter Soldier really killed Stark's parents, If I can't provide first-hand evidence, second-hand evidence will do."

His eyes were fixed on Lizzie.

"—that's when I thought of you."

His voice was flat and cool: "Lizzie Barnes, you are the closest person to James Barnes, you have experienced life and death together, from evil to good all the way, no one can separate you."

"I thought: just give it a try, I'll put the treasure on your body."

Lizzie felt pain in all her bones, as if she had been torn apart and reassembled.She held down the throbbing nerves in her temples, and answered wearily:

"So, you have colluded with the four witch sisters. Your purpose is not to destroy me."

"Of course I can't destroy you," Zemo laughed. "My purpose is to create a kidnapping. I tied you here with the power of a witch. I thought you knew everything about the Winter Soldier. Then let you be in your favorite Wouldn't it be more interesting to tell the secret that turned their relationship upside down in front of the two of you?"

Zemo sighed: "The plan was perfect. I made a deal with the witches. They were very interested in you and thought you were their kind. They helped me subdue you, and I provided them with your tracking information All information, we are mutually beneficial."

"There is no perfect plan in the world."

Lizzie stared at him icily.

"Yes," Zemo agreed, "the lizardmen created chaos and attracted most of the heroes' fire; the needle I gave Banerza successfully drew Iron Man away from you. And you, you are really only Cute little white rabbit, as soon as the witch dissipates the scent, you will obediently be led into the trap alone."

"—It's a pity that I underestimated the witch's cruelty, and also underestimated your strength. You are indeed strong, so strong that they changed their minds and didn't want to keep you; you severely injured the three witches, and although the last one won, you His companions also arrived in time. So, the plan went bankrupt."

"When they were caught, it was a move for me. It was completely useless. If I had no helpers, as a mortal, it would be impossible for me to take you away from the heavily surrounded Avengers Building."

"So you gave up on me."

Zemo sighed: "Yeah, so I went the other way, I was on my own. The world went round and round, and I still had to go back to a little video. A circle. How amazing."

"There are many Hydras who are not afraid of death, but I only need to find one who is afraid of death. The base in Siberia is also difficult to find, but I have patience."

Zemo looked at her: "Is it almost the end of such a long story?"

Lizzie said nothing.Her trembling fingers were clenched into a fist, and she was fighting the urge to punch someone.

There was a strange light in Zemo's eyes, whether it was ridicule or pity.

"I feel sorry for you—I mean it sincerely. After all, there are many dusty documents in the database, and I accidentally read a little more—"

"You and the Winter Soldier really can't tell who is more miserable." He grinned maliciously, "Those pictures, those images...they freeze you when they don't need you; Be good, and they'll tie you up with such thick chains—"

"stop--!!"

Her eyes darkened, and she took a deep breath.Those dark and embarrassing memories came flooding back.

Freezers, electric shock chairs, and arm-thick, rattling iron chains...

Zemo, however, delivered her the final blow.

"I have observed you for a long time, and I have a doubt: I know you have the ability to control the mind, so were you awake when you raised your fist at ordinary people?"

fatal blow.Her heart was broken, and blood gushed out; the blood stained the sockets and eyeballs of her eyes red, like a sin that could not be washed away.

"Zemo, what did you say! You bastard—"

Wanda, who was watching the surveillance outside, sensed something was wrong and broke in.She didn't care about punching him, and first supported Lizzie, who almost slipped off the seat, and her face was pale.

She stretched out her hand to touch it, and the person being supported bent over and curled up into a ball, trembling all over, and cold sweat drenched her back.

……

It was nearly night when Lizzie came back.

In the darkness, a small light was thoughtfully lit, the light was soft and not obtrusive.

Jarvis spoke in a tone of fact: "Sir has been waiting for you."

Lizzie rubbed her swollen forehead: "Then... is he asleep now?"

Jarvis paused for a second: "I can wake up Mr. now."

"Don't..." Lizzie stopped him, "Let him sleep. He's been exhausted these past two days, and he drank so much alcohol, it's a good thing he can fall asleep."

Her voice was very soft, and she was afraid of disturbing his sound sleep at such a long distance.

"Jarvis, do you know where my brother is?"

"The underground brig. He saw no one."

"Give me permission, Jarvis. I want to see him."

The girl's voice was weak, filled with warm begging.

"...at your service, miss."

Accompanied by Jarvis' voice, Lizzie walked down the spiral staircase.At the end of the underground space, a small airtight door opened quietly.

The stiff figure sat in the darkness for an unknown amount of time, and Bucky didn't turn on the light.

Lizzie turned on a small lamp, and a faint, warm light enveloped them.

Bucky didn't move, leaning his back against the wall.Like a cold statue that feels no light.

Lizzie walked over.She squatted down, hugged herself into a ball, and squeezed between his naturally outstretched legs.

Bucky finally set his eyes on her.He stared at his sister squatting in front of him for a long time.

He opened his arms.

Lizzie flung herself into his arms like a stumbling baby bird.

He was covered in dust, but he hugged her and didn't spread it.Resting her head on her thin shoulder.

"elder brother."

Lizzie called him.

Bucky didn't look at her, and there was a trace of pain in his calm voice: "...I'm guilty."

It was I who killed the Stark family and your happiness.

A burst of tears rolled from her chest to her eyes, and Lizzie suddenly felt very, very tired.

She tightened her arms little by little, trying to draw courage from his arms: "I am guilty too. I will redeem it with you."

Bucky murmured, trying to say something, but Lizzie pressed a finger against his lips.

She buried her head again and let herself be immersed in the residual smell on his skirt.It smelled primitive, rustic, and gentle, like the oat fields she missed.

"It's going to be all right. Everything..."

She bit her lip and smiled vaguely, as if she had seen the happiness far away.

It's too hard to say such a thing, and it's really embarrassing to say it.

No one knows how much I love you, and I am willing to give everything.

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