[Zhongyingmei] Donuts are divided into half for you

Lizzie was dreaming again.

During this period of time, she often had dreams, both good and bad, but the good ones accounted for most of them.She dreamed of willows by the river, and garlands of various wild flowers... dreamed of a handsome young man lying on the grass, singing an old song... dreamed of him hearing something, turning his head, the corners of his mouth curled up... …

Dreaming of him opening his mouth and calling her "Lizzie!"

Then she woke up, and in the flickering golden light, she seemed to really hear "Lizzie."

She thought she might still be dreaming, otherwise how could she hear her brother screaming in her ear?

She closed her eyes, then opened them again abruptly.

A silent figure in a vintage leather jacket and baseball cap stood by the bed, leaning over to look at her.

It's not a dream, it's real!

It was he who called her name just now!

Lizzie broke free from the covers and tried to jump into her brother's arms.She wanted so badly to give her brother a hug!But it was pushed away before it got close, gently.

"Go wash up."

Bucky's voice was also the same as in the dream, like a gust of wind gliding through the willow branches.

"Did you remember something?"

Lizzie stared at him eagerly while holding the quilt, and she was mostly sure in her heart—her hard work on mental counseling all night was not in vain.

The Winter Soldier evaded the question and held out his mechanical arm at her.Fearing that his pincer-like arms would catch her, Lizzie jumped out of bed and went straight to the bathroom.

Humming while brushing teeth in front of the mirror.

The question was tacitly forgotten by the two of them.

When Lizzie came out, she saw Bucky shaving himself.A thin blade was held between his fingers.

He seems to be very unfamiliar with this skill - the blades are razor blades that are very common on the street for a few yuan a pack, and the shaving foam has not been used. After two shaves, the blades are stagnant and sunken on the chin Scrape out sloppy gaps.

Lizzie walked over and held out her hand to him.

"give me."

Bucky realized that he was much taller than Lizzie, and he pressed the finger-wide bloodstain on his chin, looking down at his sister who was small in stature and had a strong voice.

Put the blade into her open palm.

Lizzie led him to the bathroom and tiptoed to shave him.Bucky's head was pulled lower and lower by her, and finally he had to squat down.

The first smooth shaving, the whole body is basically shaved, leaving a little chin.The second time of reverse scraping, lighten the force to clean up the small stubble.Lizzie's hands were quick and steady, as if she had done it hundreds of times.

Dirty black water flowed from the chin, and the long and short beard stubbles were carried away by the fine water.Finally Lizzie put a hot towel on him.

After 5 minutes, I took off the towel, and in the mirror appeared a fresh and tender young man, who was almost the same as the "Brooklyn Army Flower" back then, except for the perverted eyes and the slanted corners of the mouth——Sergeant Barnes The corners of the mouth are naturally upturned, looking sweet and frivolous.Whenever he smiled, it made people want to dedicate all the flowers in the world to him.

"Okay, handsome boy. Shall we start our journey?"

Lizzie sniffed sharply, swallowing the sudden burst of tears.

……

Bucky and Lizzie were speeding down the boulevard, the screech of the motorcycle hitting the road.The strands of Lizzie's hair were blown forward, and she barked her teeth and claws in the air. She huddled herself around the back seat to avoid the wind, and wrapped her arms tightly around her brother's waist.

"Polkadotor strip girl really don't matter/"

(Whether you wear a polka-dot pattern or a striped bikini/)

"CauseifyousweetlikecandyIain'tlookin'atthewrapper..."

(Because you're as sweet as candy/I don't care to pay attention to the wrapping paper of the candy...)

The roar of the engine behind him was faintly accompanied by the strong rhythm of the audio system.The luxury sports car caught up, and several young men with nose rings and rivets poked their heads out of the car window.

The trendy young people whistled at Lizzie and shouted "COOL, girls!", the silhouette of the sports car flashed past, leaving behind a burst of car exhaust and a string of "BBB-bikinibody"...

"Wow, I should look really cool."

Lizzie was talking to herself.

The cross-dressing items bought yesterday came in handy today.Take off the simple white T and jeans, the peacock blue skirt with a narrow waist and silver thread, the belt is sewn with eyes of all sizes, open or closed, which makes people dizzy after a few glances; the skull necklace hangs around the neck , the big yellow and green Nepalese style bracelets are full of wrists, making people wonder how hard it is to raise her arms.

Until 5 minutes before leaving the house, she was still putting eyeliner on her gold-powdered eyelids, and the last step was to put on "eating children" lipstick.

No underground musician would choose such an outfit, she is more like a nagging urban shaman.

"BBB-Bikinibody..."

The wind was so strong that it swallowed up the human voice.Bucky listened intently for a while, only to realize that the person behind him was singing the song "bikinibody" that was played on the passing luxury car in a low voice.

The lyrics slipped too fast, and she only caught the tune, so she kept singing those two lines over and over again.

"..."

Bucky twisted the handlebar of the motorcycle and accelerated it sharply. Lizzie's hair and skirt flew up, and she screamed, freeing a hand to hold the puffed skirt.

"Slow down—slow down—brother!"

She spat out the curly hair that came to her mouth twice.

"Damn it, my lipstick—half fell off!

Accompanied by miserable screams, the motorcycle rushed left and right on the country road, passing through the slow traffic crawling forward like a snail, and finally slowed down after a while.

"where are we going?"

Lizzie asked him aloud.

"Romania."

……

"I don't think I can help you with this, cap. As you can see, I have a lot to do."

The billionaire, in a plain gray T-shirt, is hammering away at a pile of beloved machine parts in front of him.

"Tony, I'm not asking—this is a request in my own name, please help me." Captain America looked solemn, "Bucky and Lizzie are both missing, and I'm looking for them like a needle in a haystack."

"Then is it because my usual supernatural powers have given you the illusion that I can listen to all directions, and can pick them out of tens of thousands of forks with my eyes closed?"

"Your intelligence database is no worse than S.H.I.E.L.D. You have your own set. I believe that if you want, you can control the data of the entire United States."

"I'm happy to hear your great compliment, Captain, although I'm just a person and not a satellite—" Tony folded his palms together, turned off the virtual three-dimensional image, and sat down on the chair, "But my answer is still rejection .”

"why?"

"No reason. Funny, you don't think I've kept my trust in that little popsicle of yours—even a little bit?"

"Lizzie is not bad, on the contrary she helped us a lot—"

"Yeah, yeah, I admit it." Tony cut him off, "but now she's got a twist around her. That guy codenamed 'Winter Soldier' ​​isn't a bad guy... that's a HYDRA hand Planted humanoid weapon. Don't look at me like that, he's not called Bucky now."

Tony kicked his feet up and kicked the chair off the spot and spun around.There was a look of indifference in his large eyes.

Captain America's eyes were burning with blue flames, and he was irritated.

"His name is Bucky, and whether you admit it or not, his memory loss is temporary. Lizzie around him might help him."

"Where's the confidence?" Tony twitched his lips, "It's either split or assimilated, prepare for the worst, cap."

The little popsicles I just found were lost within two days.The next time we meet, it is much more likely to be an enemy than a friend.

"Captain, I'm glad to see you step down from the altar. You are only a little 'human' in the matter of this brother and sister. Heroes don't just walk on the sunny road forever, and treat righteousness as intuition."

"But favoritism is often the first step in the fall of justice. Your favoritism may encourage villains."

……

The conversation broke up badly.

Stark was alone in the workshop.He fiddled with the parts at hand again.

"Dummy, help me." He greeted, and among the group of mechanical arms, there was the liveliest one. After hearing the call, he raised his head happily and rubbed against his master.

"Yes, don't move, hold my hand." The little clumsy hand was still bouncing around excitedly just now, and after a while of silence, Tony had to remind: "Keep, keep—"

As soon as the words fell, the little clumsy raised his "head", and the piled up parts were knocked to pieces.

"Sooner or later! Sooner or later, I will donate you to the university, or simply destroy your motherboard, and dismantle you to make a bookshelf, which is better than now!"

Dummy was extremely wronged, he lowered his "head" that caused trouble, and stuffed himself back into the corner.

Tony slammed himself into the work chair angrily, picked up the chlorophyll juice on the table, and drank it in one gulp.

"Do you need some dessert, sir. It is not recommended that you consume too much sugar, but a moderate intake can help you release work stress and ease your mood."

"Oh—you're still sweet, Jarvis."

"You're welcome, sir, and I'll be there for all your needs - this is the only colorful donut sprinkled with confetti."

The mechanical arm pushed layer by layer, and finally put a small porcelain white dinner plate to Tony's hand.

"Okay, this is the last piece."

Tony muttered, and even found a little annoyed that when he saw this donut, he immediately thought of the "crybaby" who had the same hobbies as him.

Everything sucks.The person who cried because he couldn't eat a whole donut was the only one among the children he had ever seen, except among the elderly.

Fortunately, he saved the last one for the little popsicle made from tears.Even he himself was reluctant to eat the one sprinkled with colorful candies.

Tony took a vicious look at the fragrant donut in front of him, grabbed it from the plate, and took another big bite.

Bewildered!God knows why he insisted on keeping this delicacy in the world.

It should have been chewed up and swallowed!He thought wistfully, eating all the donuts, not even the crumbs, putting his syrupy fingers in his mouth and sucking them clean.

After eating the last donut, he stood up.

"Time to get to work, Jarvis."

"I don't understand you, sir. You need to tell me exactly which aspect, business or private—"

"Stop teasing me, stop." Tony covered his face helplessly, "Get down to business, Jarvis. Is the tracker stuck to the sole of that little popsicle still working?"

It is a piece of positioning that is as thin as a cicada's wing and as small as a broad bean, and can be placed anywhere you need it.

"Everything is normal, it does not appear to have been detected."

"I knew she was an idiot," Tony spread his palms, and the virtual screen unfolded in front of his eyes. "She is getting farther and farther away from us... she is not young, and she is in trouble."

"Sir, it's better to find someone to come forward." The almighty butler suggested intimately.

"Let's think about it, who else can we recruit? Underwear Baby ① might be happy to help me investigate the situation at a closer distance."

"The answer is 100% absolutely delighted. Your job offer always keeps him enthusiastic."

"Huh," Tony said with a short laugh, "you know sometimes exaggerated boys and girls really make me breathless."

Jarvis reminded in a cold voice: "I have to mention-you should have told Captain America just now, sir."

"You're right, now I have to ask him to explain again—hey, it can't be my fault, he's been too angry these two days, and I happen to be a firecracker who catches fire at one o'clock."

"Work is enjoyable, and high-intensity work breeds irritability. After all, I haven't let my eyes rest for a few nights? When the matter is over, I will order a whole row of hot dancers to come in front of me like a lantern. suffered."

"You are indeed worthy of these benefits. But I think when the matter is over, the person who is most grateful to you should be the captain."

"Excuse me, do I need his thanks?" Tony rolled his eyes skyward. "But I don't mind changing the candidate. Little Popsicle—regardless of age—is barely okay."

He put his fingers to his lips and sipped away what was left of the syrup.

"If you can choose your reward, I ask... a kiss."