[Zhongyingmei] Donuts are divided into half for you

"Whether Fury can survive now is still unknown."

S.H.I.E.L.D. commander Nick Fury was ambushed an hour earlier in Captain America's secret residence.

Captain America stood outside the emergency operating room with a heavy heart.Beside him stood Lizzie and Natasha.

"You're right, Lizzie," Steve couldn't calm down the shock until now, "SHIELD has been infiltrated, now not only is Fury in trouble, you will soon be in trouble too."

Lizzie has long been aware of this.

"The man who attacked Fury was fast, strong, and had mechanical arms. When I chased him out, I saw him turn his head and his eyes were green. He caught my shield with his bare hands."

"Three bullets, it would have been enough to kill Fury. But he hesitated on the last one and avoided the point. I should have stopped him in time, but he jumped off the roof and disappeared."

"It's brother." Lizzie lowered her voice, as if choked by the smoke, a burst of tears rolled up immediately.

She glanced at Natasha almost timidly.

The glamorous agent's smile disappeared, and she became a grim marble statue, motionless.She didn't return Lizzie's look.

The sound of the doctor calling and running was isolated in the room.Lizzie lowered her head again, resting her forehead on the cold glass.

"Stay here, Natasha." Captain America pressed the agent's shoulder, "SHIELD is in short supply right now, Hawkeye and Tony are coming to Washington, you gather with them and keep Fury. Hydra If you can do it once, you will naturally be able to do it a second time.”

"It's like a group of puppies who are in a hurry to bite people," Natasha smiled sarcastically, "What are your plans, captain?"

"To meet our old companions. Trouble will come sooner or later, and I think it will come as soon as possible."

……

Steve and Lizzie are sitting in the dining room.

The bright giant crystal chandelier seems to be able to dispel all shadows, and the camel silk carpet with various patterns flattens itself on the glazed floor.In a crystal-clear environment, the music of the fiddler fills the surroundings.

Lizzie painstakingly carves a steak surrounded by beautiful rhythms.The steaks were so large and thick that they were divided into two extremely rough pieces by the clumsy eater.Lizzie picked up their sinewy red threads and poked them with a fork.

Steve drags her plate over and re-cuts her.He was so skilled at making a knife and fork that Lizzie was no better than a five-year-old native American.

"You don't look like an oldie at all, Steve."

During the war, dining was never such a luxury.The five big and three rough army gentlemen often hold luncheon meat in one hand while chatting and laughing happily.

She's sullen, feeling betrayed by her allies—the group's name is the Ninety Old Popsicle League—even though Steve never admits it.

"Be careful: if you don't learn new things, you will soon be eliminated by the times. I have a small notebook filled with the knowledge I need to learn, and you can try it too."

Captain America repassed her plate, eager to make a suggestion.

"Good idea, there are so many delicious things in this era that I need to remember." Lizzie stuffed the evenly sliced ​​veal steak into her mouth, "—although I still miss our hot dogs back then. It only costs five cents."

"You're right, I do linger on nickels now and then."

"I know—you're sure to want to smoke your Camels!"

Lizzie raised her eyebrows triumphantly.

Captain America self-confidently denied this: "I quit this a long time ago. I spend twenty hours a day saving the world. I don't have much free time."

"I don't believe it. Maybe you still have a bag tucked in your bed, you don't smoke in front of people. Sometimes idols can't be too burdensome, American symbols!"

Captain America does not completely represent the bright side. He also smoked and drank in the military camp, and even blurted out bad words...but these are always inconvenient to show in children's textbooks.

Lizzie was pretending to mean something, and Steve could only raise his hands begging for forgiveness.The two looked at each other and laughed together.

Surrounding the dining guests, the music of the violin gradually became louder.The musician seems to be addicted to it, pulling faster and faster.In the cheerful tune, a waiter in a bow tie came with a plate.

Lizzie looked at the silver dinner plate and smiled sweetly.Her eyes flicked to the face of the wrist watch.

It was just a minute before eight o'clock in the evening.

The waiter uncovered the sterling silver tureen.

The music reached its peak.

It was exactly eight o'clock.

"Madam and sir, I wish you a pleasant meal."

Lizzie nodded at him.In the next second, there was a bang in the ears, and the entire left glass window exploded, and countless glass shards scattered down the lobby like hail.

Lizzie's hand was already on Steve's shoulder.Captain America led them away, and the two quickly got out of their seats and rolled to the right.

"what----!!!"

This is a mess, the famous restaurant with an elegant atmosphere is now full of customers who are hopping and fleeing.They walked hurriedly and their hair was disheveled.

It was Rumlow who broke through the window.This loyal subordinate of Hydra, an old acquaintance codenamed "Crossbones", is licking his canine teeth excitedly, holding up the submachine gun in his hand.

His wolfish eyes locked on Lizzie at once.

"My friend, are you okay?" Rumlow smiled ferociously, "I was also the one who caught you back last time, what a wonderful fate! I still remember your mouse-like expression of running away in a hurry—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the man had already been hit by the shield and flew out of the broken window.Captain America jumped out of the window sill, and before he even had time to look back at Lizzie, he was already wrestling with Rumlow who had gotten up on the spot.

Lizzie took a deep breath, lowered her center of gravity, and ran out of the restaurant with a short body like a cat.The battlefield can't be set up at the dining place, she rushed out of the door and went straight to the open space.

The next second, she was so grateful for the crisis that her hairs stood on end, she turned her head subconsciously, and a string of hot bullets flew past her ears, whistling and piercing into the car glass.

The sharp stabbing sound was still buzzing in her brain.Lizzie reached out and touched her earlobe.

A little blood oozes slowly from her ear.

She wiped the blood away and looked at the figure perched atop the jeep.

Without giving any chance to breathe, the barrel of the scorpion submachine gun heated up again, and the bullets were thrown out in a row; Lizzie had already stood up and stepped on the roof of another car with her toes; He jumped down, landed and rolled in a circle, and completely exited the attack range of the gun.

She squatted on the ground with her back against the car door, and took out the short knife pinned to the side of her leg.

This second is destined to be a long second.The submachine gun lost its target, the mindless "chug" sound stopped, the hunter's footsteps were covered, and the murderous intent seemed to disappear.

It was so quiet that he could only hear his own heartbeat.

She closed her eyes.

It was dark in front of him, but soon there were flames lit up.Lizzie tried her best to capture the cold and quiet perception that had been engraved in her heart... felt that the brightest green flame was gradually approaching——

In the next second, she opened her eyes suddenly, silver lightning rose from her cuffs, and a white glow flashed past, facing another knife that was slashing straight down.An identical Gobo dagger.

The two knives collided, and their eyes met.

Blue eyes and blue eyes.

Lizzie Barnes meets her brother James Barnes.

His eyes were quiet without desire, and there was a little black in his pupils.A second ago, his blade slashed straight down without a trace of muddy water; now his dagger vibrates, and there is no hesitation in the action of taking the girl's eyebrows——

This is a knife to kill, tough, crisp, and dangerous.

—He really didn't remember his sister.

A more powerful brainwashing, like a storm swept all his past.

Anger suddenly surged into Lizzie's heart!

But reality didn't even give Lizzie time to cry.

The Winter Soldier let go of his dagger, switched from left to right, completely gave up defense after avoiding a round of attacks, the middle door opened wide, and the dagger stabbed out arrogantly, cutting into her flesh with relentless force——

Lizzie only had time to turn around, barely able to dissipate the force of the approaching sharp weapon.However, Bucky had been on guard for a long time, he jumped into the air and kicked her wrist.Gobo's dagger came out, drew a parabola, and fell to the ground.

Disarm in one fell swoop.

The two of them stopped at the same time, and Lizzie gasped heavily, staring at him without blinking.

They suddenly fell into an unreasonable silence.

It was Captain America's shield that broke the deadlock - Lizzie saw Bucky frowned, and in the next second, she caught the shield with one hand, stretched out her hand with the other, and clasped her neck.

When Steve arrived, what he saw was such a scene: Bucky, his former best friend and brother-in-law, held his sister's neck with a dagger, and faced him head-on in a hostage posture.

His mind was rarely blank.

"Bucky - stop -"

Apparently, the appearance of Steve's mission objective made Bucky feel irritable.The flame that had swayed subtly since he first met Lizzie began to tremble nervously again.

The dagger resting on Lizzie's neck moved forward an inch uncontrollably.

Lizzie was perfectly still in his arms.She was like a lamb waiting to be killed, silent under the butcher's knife.After she discovered that Bucky's spiritual flame was not so stable, she kept quiet.

This quietness is more like composure.

Captain America clenched his teeth, the pain made his cheeks tremble faintly.

"Your name is Bucky, you are my friend, and the person you hold hostage is your sister—"

He didn't hold back after all, and Lin Lin's tone revealed the great shock in his heart.

"Who the fuck is Bucky."

The Winter Soldier choked back neatly.At this moment, his mood was like a tight string, extremely bad.In the next second, the dagger continued to be sent out with force, and Lizzie did not dodge or dodge, and was facing the light of the knife——

It was suddenly dark in front of her eyes, and her neck was stabbed, and Gobo's short knife cut her skin.

The blood suddenly seeped into a thin line.

Bucky, who was concentrating on confronting the captain, froze for a moment, finally lowered his head, and met the eyes in his arms again.

The blue color of cornflowers, cheerful and lively... now they are quiet and melancholy... so melancholy, it seems that at any time, you can see a circle of tears pouring down from the bottom of your eyes.

Looking down, blue eyes, porcelain white neck, and a layer of scarlet that quickly spread on the skin...

His pupils tightened.

It was as if a passionate war song came to an abrupt end.

The taut string finally snapped.

Bucky's hand holding the dagger jerked back.Lizzie saw the dark green flame in his chest again - hesitation, turmoil, confusion...

He stood there with his hands tied, and took two steps back.

It looked like he was frightened.

Surrounded by Captain America and Lizzie, he looked more like the victim than anyone else.

Lizzie stared at his turbulent expression, and at the second their eyes met, she suddenly changed her mind.

She made a "stop" gesture to Captain America, who was striding forward. Steve was caught off guard and hesitated slightly——

The smoke suddenly rose, and the two siblings disappeared in place.

The author has something to say: Handsome battle chapter: Situation where brothers and sisters draw swords.

Brother Baji endured for a long time, and finally said the line that made me crazy: Who the hell is Bucky!

Hydra really lost his wife and lost his army this time... Lizzie and Bucky eloped again.

Why do you say again, because the two of them escaped once before... they were found back by this chapter, the best wishbone...

The next chapter is sibling time, the sugar-sprinkling kind (suddenly excited