Miss Hydra [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

The girl's back was straight, as if she was trying her best to support something, like the strings of a piano being stretched.

At first she walked very calmly, but soon the steps became bigger and bigger, and sometimes her steps were unsteady as if she was not used to walking because she had been in a wheelchair for many years.

The wind was too cold, and it was like a knife hanging on her face. She felt like a mouse that was about to hibernate and lost its way in the wind.

The snow flakes hit the face, clap clap clap clap clap clap.

It won't hurt.

But what is it that cuts his heart one after another.

Probably because she knew that she was also the driving force behind all this, and she couldn't avoid the darkness that happened again.

The tent where she lived was getting closer and closer.

The black Nifulei looks like a triangular sushi bag wrapped in so much nori that not even a little rice is exposed.

It was jumping up and down in the snow at the door, looking very agitated. The snow seeds were scattered on its fur, like a sushi bag was broken, exposing some of the rice inside.

Ollivander quickened his pace and walked over. When Ni Fulei subconsciously stretched his neck, his legs went limp, and he knelt on the ground in the snow, just in time to hug the silly-looking Xixiu.

It also had a string hanging from somewhere around its neck—maybe it was in Peggy's house? —The necklace I got.

The pearls have been exposed to the outside world for too long, and have been frozen by the winter's cold, and now they are directly attached to her neck, making the girl tremble again from the cold.

There was a thin sob.

Then, a trace of warm water from nowhere fell on its short and thick neck and melted into its hair. Ni Fulei tilted his head as if he didn't know what happened—a little itchy .

"...Let's go find him."

She buried it in its neck and said in a low voice.

Ni Fulei: "...squeak?"

……

mountain peak.

high and steep.

The last image left in the retina is the frosted iron pole next to the train.

——Probably because it was too crispy, it couldn't hold him, and soon broke into a falling popsicle.

The only difference from the memory is that this time he didn't try to catch anything, but felt the process of falling completely and carefully.

It turns out that the fall looks like this.

There are also those rapid, continuous upward extensions of the mountain walls.

The mountain wall grows faster and faster, faster and faster...

Then, boom!

They stagnated in growth.

The cold blasted from the deepest part of the limbs, accompanied by the familiar and crazy pain, and it seemed to swim through the nerves and blood vessels.

That feeling couldn't escape soon, and hibernated in every part of his body, waiting for the next outbreak.

It was snowing all over the sky, the sky was high and far away, gray and white like fog.

——The above is the number of times Bucky recalled that process in the snow.

He didn't know how long he was frozen here, maybe a day, maybe a year, of course, a year is impossible, he won't live to that time.

The last time he was taken away by the Soviet army was a few days after falling off the cliff?

He can't remember.

He was in a coma most of the time that time, in a daze.

But this time he wanted to stay awake, he recalled over and over again—no matter what content he recalled, but his frozen body told him that this kind of reluctant sobriety could not last long.

The wind began to howl again.

He had listened to this whistling for so long that he could even guess what kind of rhythm the whistling might play in the next moment - guess which direction the wind was or something.

Merlin's hot water bottle—speaking of which, does Merlin have such a thing as a hot water bottle? ——It would be nice to have some other voices.

He's a little sleepy.

……

Everything in front of my eyes is like an oil painting that has been wiped off.

After more than 20 years, the birch wand that I took out again is still of good quality. The process of apparating is a bit rusty because it has not been used for a long time. Fortunately, I have accurate geographical location information and general environmental memory.

After searching a few times along the winding railroad track, Ollivander finally came to the approximate location.

Xixi moved dexterously in the snow. It ran very fast. When it jumped up, it was a fat ball. When it fell to the ground, it was a ball that was half buried in the snow.

The surrounding trees were like sharp arrows, poking straight at the gray and white sky, they looked dry and pale due to lack of nutrients.

The dead wood that fell on the ground is very difficult to walk, they are overlapping in all directions, and they are very crisp and easy to disperse, almost burying most of the path, usually stepping on a hole.

To save time, Ollivander had to Apparate frequently.

In the silent snow field, there is only the sharp "puff" sound caused by apparation, from near to far, from far to near.

The snow was blindingly white, and the footprints were quickly covered by even greater snow.

And the man who half-closed his emerald green eyes in a daze was also covered by a thin layer of snow.

——The snow on his face was probably wiped away by himself, but the original dark brown hair was still covered with a layer of white.

Ollivander came here following the pace of Xixiu, the birch wand in his hand froze: "...слива?...слива!"

The dark blue overalls, the cold and emaciated steamed bun face...it was him.

Bloodstains spread from under his body, and all of them had solidified. The blood made the original thick snow layer collapse, and the newly fallen snow was therefore lower than the rest of the snow, and one could vaguely see the snow beneath. black red.

Bucky looked confused.

Xixiu, who ran to his side first, pushed him with a flat duckbill, but the young man didn't respond.

His eyes were half-closed, and the girl could not tell whether he was awake or unconscious, conscious or unconscious.

But the first priority is to heal his injuries - falling off the cliff will obviously not leave him in good physical condition.

Ollivander carefully checked his wounds. Bucky had multiple impact scars on the back of his head and back, and the back and left arm were the most seriously injured—history always has some established trajectories.

The bleeding from his wound soon solidified, which saved his life but apparently had other consequences - severe frostbite, for example.

She held his swollen arm that was blue, white and purple from the cold, like holding a heavy piece of ice.

……

"Wound healing... wound healing... Asafoetida..."

In a daze, Bucky heard a burst of complicated words.

He felt that he was not lying in the snow but on a mattress-like thing, but the surroundings were still the same.

His head was as muddy as a puddle of unevenly stirred cement, but he still vaguely guessed the meaning of these words... or rather, the spell.

This guess made his heart wake up.

There was a crackling fire beside him, and the temperature of the raging fire made his wound itchy—whether it was fire, human voice or whatever, it shouldn't be here at this time.

"...V...ki?"

The soft hand that was still fixing his arm with a strange spell paused for a moment.

The blurry image of the person in front of him was suddenly found out by doing something wrong, and then he was frightened. He stood there without responding, as if nothing happened without speaking.

But he just knew it was her.

"Hey, we agreed... the... girl..."

His throat was dry and astringent from the cold, and Ollivander, who was originally reluctant to make a sound, couldn't bear to turn his face away, and whispered a "clear water like a spring".

Clear water emerged from the tip of the wand, and she controlled the ball of water to circle over the flames a few times before bringing the already warm water ball to his lips.

Bucky swallowed a few gulps of the water ball she sent.

The girl knelt beside him and watched him take a few sips with difficulty, as if afraid of being choked - he probably knew that coughing at this time would definitely pull the wound and be very painful.

The young man who drank water slowly blinked his eyes vigorously, and looked back. His eyes, which were almost snow-blind due to the overly gray sky and snow field, finally recovered, and Ollivander's exquisitely contoured mixed-race figure was reflected in his eyes. face.

He habitually stuck out his tongue and licked his blue and dry lips. The water she fed him before was condensed on his lips and was about to freeze.

Seeing him looking over, she turned her eyes away, and then turned back as if she was angry for a while, looking directly at his eyes whose lashes were partially blurred by the snow, and said softly:

"...I regret it, okay?"

……

Sometimes falling into the abyss is not such a terrible thing.

What's more frightening is that you not only have to fall into it, but also have to walk step by step to the bloody mouth of the abyss.

You know the depth of the abyss, you know the level of pain after falling, and you know how many years of innocent fate will be waiting for you at the bottom of the abyss.

There is no one else on the road, and other people will not know your purpose-if someone knows your purpose, will that person come to stop you?

This is an answer that is not very pretty by any means.

Ollivander knew where Bucky was headed, she knew Bucky, she knew Sergeant Barnes, she knew the Winter Soldier.

——She couldn't stand it, and Bucky wouldn't let her watch it either.

This is what they agreed a few months ago: they walked on the established path of fate, he was responsible for maintaining the stability of the lifeline before the final battle, and she was responsible for making the final order out of chaos.

He did it, and she came.

Bucky sighed.

The breath exhaled from the mouth came into the air, and it was frozen before it turned into white air.

"you……"

He wanted to say something, but as if he had some concerns, he stopped halfway through.

Ollivander turned on the fire a little more, and turned around when he heard the words.

She slowly leaned over and pressed her forehead against his, and his weak breath brushed against her lips and lips.

As they looked at each other, the peacock blue eyes turned darker, as if there were thin eddies swirling inside: "...Tell me, do you want me to take you out of here?"

The young man seemed to hesitate for a moment, and the expression in his eyes gradually faded: "I...No."

"Then do you wish... to die here?"

……

Bucky: "I..."

His cheek twitched suddenly as if he had been punched by something, and his face, which had been haggard from the cliff fall, regained some blood color like a flash of light—as if it was caused by the violent ups and downs of emotions.

The young man's distracted mind quickly returns—hypnosis is likely to fail in situations involving particularly intense questions or answers.

After realizing what question Ollivander asked, his face suddenly became very strange.

——So, upon seeing Bucky's expression, Ollivander got the answer.

Her heart seemed to have been severely smashed by a boulder, and a tiny needle was shuttled back and forth in the name of suturing, stirring up the originally cracked flesh and blood again.

The whistling of the cold wind is like the howling of a female stork who saw her cub being strangled.

The girl's voice was also like howling: "...that's what you think?... right?"

The sockets of her eyes turned red uncontrollably, which was particularly obvious on her pale cheeks, so she turned her head and looked at random places, or she didn't know what she was looking at at all.

Bucky was silent.

"You tell me..."

She lay on top of him, but didn't dare to press down on his barely healed wound—the spell "Wound Healing" was originally a counter-curse of the damage spell "Shen Feng Wu Ying", so the effect was not very good. It took her countless attempts to bring him back to his current state.

"Please tell me..."

……

Her murmur became lower and lower.

Bucky looked at the girl lying on top of him, her head was bowed, her hair slid down her shoulders, but she still couldn't cover her red nose and eye sockets.

Her breathing was heavy, and her hands were still shaking on the mat.

He couldn't say the "Yes, I want to... die."

He wanted to die, of course, of course he wanted to die - not for the sake of running away, but for the innocents who had been killed by the bloody Winter Soldier, women and children.

As long as he died, there would be no more Winter Soldier—the Winter Soldier he hated the most, the one he wanted to kill countless times in midnight dreams.

It was the Winter Soldier, but he couldn't have lied to himself that the Winter Soldier wasn't himself.

So he himself became the part he hated the most.

He didn't tell the Steve of the 21st century, and he didn't tell Vicki these words, but she just knew.

Both parties knew the answer well, he couldn't lie to her, and he couldn't answer the "yes".

Silence spread in the snow, only the howling of the wind remained. At this moment, he suddenly found that although the wind had been howling all the time, it was not blowing this way, as if it was blocked by some barrier.

Just when he was thinking wildly in silence, the girl who was not looking at him turned her lips away with trembling lips. At this moment, the blush in her eyes had disappeared, as if she had never cried.

"If you die..."

"I won't be alive in time..."

The author has something to say: When I was in high school, my teacher told me: [Tragedy is to destroy the most beautiful things for the world to see. 】

I remember this sentence from high school to the present, and I still feel that there is no more correct description.

In fact, this chapter, how should I put it, is not for abuse or something.

Rather, Sergeant Barnes, if he knew the future, he'd probably prefer not to have the Winter Soldier.

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100 is not enough to be more careful than 1000!