Miss Hydra [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

"If you die..."

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

The young man with dark brown short hair seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "What do you want...to do?"

His less badly injured right hand reached out and grabbed her arm.

——Although the fingers that were stiff due to freezing for too long before regained some strength due to the fire, they still slipped a little loosely when holding her.

Feeling his strength, Ollivander seemed to be unable to bear it, and let his arm be pulled along with his movements.

"No, I don't want to do anything, and I won't do anything..."

She whispered in his ear in a twisted posture with her arms being pulled.

"But time has always been a cycle, and none of us can tell...whether the past creates the future, or the future changes the past."

"It's also possible that changing this part of the past has already happened in history, and we in the future don't know it."

"Professor X told me in the future that we used to know each other, but now we go back to the past because of what he said in the future."

"——The chain is interlocking, like a circle of self-circulating water, and no one knows where the upstream is."

Bucky looked at her silently, as if he had also fallen into this complicated vicious circle.

Ollivander continued: "As for the people we killed..."

Bucky noticed that she used "we" and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Since they died, they must be part of this cycle..."

"Even if you die here, even if you die here..."

"So there wouldn't be a Winter Soldier?"

No, of course not.

"The Winter Soldier is not, because of you, not because of you."

She repeated it before finishing the trembling words.

"Even without you, there would be other Winter Soldier, and it was Hydera who created the Winter Soldier."

"...It was also Hydera who wanted them to die."

……

The wind and snow seemed to have stopped, and the wind and snow seemed to be still falling.

The night gradually diffused, and the sky was a dull tone of half gray and half white.

Under the increasingly dimmer sky, the girl's face was reflected gray, like a stiff vampire in the snow.

Bucky guessed that his face was probably even worse—maybe even ugly.

He understood what she said, but understanding never meant acceptance.

He remembers every drop of blood stained on his hands, remembers the bloody storm that this "survival" may bring, and the dead souls on the road...

How would he allow this to happen?

Probably seeing his unfinished words, Ollivander's voice softened, and his face was as relaxed as if he was extremely tired.

——Without the aura brought by the emotional excitement just now, she turned back into the smiling Vicky in the wheelchair who lived in Brooklyn.

"Think of it this way, слива."

"You have borne the bitter fate of the Winter Soldier in place of another, or several, possibly others..."

"You saved them from what might have happened to them, you saved their souls."

"—You took on this suffering for fate."

The emerald green eyes froze for a while when they heard these words, and closed them as if they disagreed.

After a while, or maybe a long time, when Ollivander thought her words were completely useless, she heard the young man below her say a short sentence.

The sound is very soft, but still clearly audible:

"What the hell with fate (this damn fate)..."

……

It was completely darkened.

The footsteps walked across the snow, making a soft "rustling" sound.

There is also the sound of "creaking" after stepping on the snow.

Ollivander used the Levitation Charm, and Bucky, with his eyes slightly closed, was lying on the planks and cushions.

The original blocking spell requires continuous output of magic power. At this time, finding one or building a cave is the best choice.

The snow was no longer falling, and the sound of the wind came from the farthest valley, from far to near, with different frequencies.

Xixiu was the first to find a lair of an unknown large animal, which was empty, as if it had been abandoned.

The girl used a spell to attract enough shelter to block the entrance of the cave tightly.

She built a fire, turned the stones into a saucepan, and cooked some of the food she had brought.

Bucky lay quietly and watched her move.

The water in the pot boiled, gurgling, gurgling.

Ollivander was adding finely chopped herb leaves, onions, and chunks of meat to the pot, chopped herself up after the touch of her wand, and flopped into the pot to simmer herself.

"Viki."

Bucky asked as she waited quietly.

"As you said before, you will not be alive in time..."

What means?

Hearing this, Ollivander stuffed the spoon back into the pot, and her long black hair slid to the ground along with her movements and spread out.

She nestled next to him and lay down on her side, being careful not to press on his wound, she thought about her words: "Do you remember the first time you saw me?"

Bucky: "...should be the underground base in Area 189 in New York."

"Yes." She looked towards the top of the cave, a little lost in thought.

When she met the Winter Soldier, she was only fifteen or sixteen years old before she became a special researcher.

"It's the west side of District 189, at the temporary stop." She added.

When she said this, Bucky smiled slightly, and his smile swam out a little like a fish, but it quickly dissipated as if he was disturbed by something.

"At that time..." His brows frowned, and there seemed to be a Sichuan character drawn in the middle, "Your condition is very bad."

It can even be said that she is like a lifeless corpse.

——Not because of the blood on her body, but because of her expression.

Ollivander's voice was vague for a moment: "You weren't much better back then."

……

The Winter Soldier she'd met for the first time, berserk like a berserk leopard in need of a dose of sedatives.

The Winter Soldier went to Area 189 only because of a temporary situation that needed to be recycled. The easiest way to get there is the base in Area 189.

The base's siren sounded for three full hours that day.

In those three hours, she made a decision.

"During the three hours you stayed at Base 189, I made a decision."

Ollivander's vocal cords vibrated in thin gasps and exhales, but his words were clear.

"That day, I just finished a research—improving the storage method of compressed energy, borrowing the latest synthetic metal handle... forget about it."

Bucky lay next to her, barely enlivening the atmosphere: "That's right, I, an old popsicle, can't understand anyway... and then?"

"..."

The girl suddenly stopped talking. Her eyes looked at the top of the cave like smashed sapphires, and her expression couldn't be seen clearly under the shadow caused by the fire.

"Alan applied this research result to the past...exploiting the possibility of human storage."

"The subjects of the experiment include soldiers and...ordinary people. Different samples have different tolerances - he needs data."

"Some of them used to take care of me, like... Asha."

The man with emerald green eyes quickly turned his gaze to her, his lips moved slightly, but he couldn't find anything to say.

——The experiences of the two of them have no room for mutual comfort.

— and there is no room for exoneration.

"that's it."

She uttered a soft onomatopoeia:

"Boom..."

Saying this, the image seemed to return to her eyes, the gate of the memory palace couldn't be locked firmly, and it was shaking wildly.

"...the revenge of the parents has not been reported."

"But I don't know if I should kill myself."

……

Probably even Ollivander herself didn't know, her complexion was almost uglier than being injured at this moment.

——Like a ghost who is gnashing his teeth in hatred and is about to pounce on the other party's throat.

"I see……"

Bucky didn't have the strength to turn around again, and brushed her face with his left hand that was closer to her, repeating: "I understand."

No one knows the pain of hating and dying better than Bucky, who was once the Winter Soldier.

When he thought of death before, he thought it could be avoided before all this happened, but in his last life, he never thought of dying like this.

——Hydera has not yet died, the biggest executioner who caused all this is still laughing wantonly and darkly at the heights, hiding in the shadows underground and living happily...

—how could he die before them?

Dead sensibility and living reason tore their hearts:

Brainwashed overwhelmed his emotions, and the Unforgettable Ollivander created a dusty corner of the memory palace that almost transformed into a second personality.

Probably comforted by his sympathetic "I understand", the girl took a breath, her expression gradually suppressed.

Now she looks like the researcher the Winter Soldier first met again.

Bucky brings the conversation back to the beginning.

"That's when you made a decision... what was it?"

Ollivander felt that Bucky's hand on her face was as cold as ice. She put her hand on the back of his hand, but was reluctant to let go:

"My mental state at that time needed a support too much."

In other words, you need a reason to persevere.

"This decision is the beginning of all our intersections..."

"From New York to Siberia."

She touched the necrotic frostbite on his left hand, and her hand trembled, but Bucky waited for her to continue as if he didn't feel anything.

"A lot of people, I mean most of the people in the organization, knew who you were before The Winter Soldier."

"At that time, my ability hadn't awakened yet, so I couldn't save myself, let alone help you..."

"But I think two are better than one."

……

Just like the time that needs to be endured now, two people are better than one until the Soviets find them.

She planted a "StealthSensSpell" a few miles away from where Bucky fell off the cliff, and she would stay by his side until the spell was triggered.

Although all of this is like a drop of water in the deep sea for the days to come, it is insignificant.

"They—the passing Soviet squad—maybe at dawn next."

Bucky breaks the silence, their hands now clasped at their sides.

They all know that time is running out.

Not much really.

"I was unconscious last time, and I was taken away without my left arm—I vaguely remember that—maybe we have to remove it to make sense."

Ollivander turned his head away and checked the sky to see if it was bright or not.

She murmured to the sky faintly leaking through the gap:

"Let that fucking fate figure out how to make this matter right!"

"—you can't let me or you do it yourself."

Bucky pursed his lips and gave a soft "beep"—just like the TV show they watched with prizes before.

He obviously has a fever.

——It's no wonder that he doesn't have a fever after being injured in this winter, his cheeks are now unnaturally red, but his eyes are sober.

Then he imitated Steve and said, "Language (don't swear)!"

The girl who turned her head away gave a short laugh to the outside, her throat was slightly blocked.

"Come on, our Cap isn't here again."

Her eyes turned back and forth to the air, restraining the speed of the red eye circles.

Bucky next to him waited for a while: "Are you crying?"

"……No."

……

After a while.

"If I make the beauty cry, it will be my resignation."

This sentence is really like what Barnes in Brooklyn would say. Ollivander knew that he was trying to ease the atmosphere on purpose, so he had to pretend to like it and respond to him: "As long as a beautiful woman cries, you will be like this?"

"It won't."

Bucky, whose cheeks were burning hot, moved his hand away from the girl's hand a little calmly - his forehead was burning hot, but his palms were shivering with cold.

"That beauty must have long black hair, the ends of which will become curly when wet, and a pair of peacock blue eyes... The best name is the one I like."

The black-haired beauty turned sideways, looked at him firmly, and said softly, "Then what is your favorite name?"

Bucky's voice was hoarse:

"That name...

It was the time when the British Empire was on top of the world, the capital of British Columbia...

It's victory, it's the little beauty in the wheelchair...

It's my girl. "

Ollivander pouted, as if to dislike his completely "Little Prince of Brooklyn" expression.

"If Steve was half as good at teasing as you, he wouldn't be single until modern times."

But when it comes to Steve, he wants Agent Carter, and the dance they owe.

—Who is more miserable than whom?

Also thinking about Steve's situation, Bucky's expression darkened for a moment.

——They desperately want to change too much, but they can't do anything.

He had no choice but to turn the topic back: "Then did I get you?"

She responded by leaning in to kiss his lips, no longer healthy in tone.

"Of course, Sergeant."

……

It was gray and black.

It's almost dawn.

The openings blocked by stones and branches began to be stained with the new snow, and winter crows howled from the dry branches, hoarse and ugly.

In the cave, the originally crackling fire was not so bright because most of the branches were burned.

Under the dim firelight, Ollivander couldn't tell whether the man's face was red because of the firelight or something else.

But she could feel the unnatural heat on his lips.

Almost at the moment of entanglement with him, she wanted to leave and check his physical condition, but Bucky used his relatively intact right hand to gently and irresistibly pinch the back of her head.

He pressed her down and continued the kiss just now.

"Hey, pay attention, little beauty."

The man said vaguely.

The girl was itchy by the stubble he had grown, her laughing voice was mixed with unconscious sobs, and it turned into a cough-like laugh, which was crushed by the intertwined lips of the two.

They both tasted the bitterness in each other's mouth.

—Maybe it's the aftertaste of herbs in the tasteless soup I drank earlier, or maybe it's the tears I swallowed down my throat, who knows.

Bucky's tongue was a little dull from the fever and the previous cold, but who the hell cares when the kiss is serious.

Even though the kiss wasn't romantic and a little stiff, neither of them wanted to stop.

I wish that daylight would never come.

——So when he felt the induction spell being triggered by someone, Ollivander trembled and his breathing became rough.

Bucky, who couldn't feel anything, instantly understood where her reaction came from:

"The Soviet army is coming?"

……

The Soviet Army is coming.

The pair wearing army green thick padded jackets, and the one with the huge cylindrical black furry military cap with a red five-pointed star on it are from the Soviet army.

It also means that after this pair of Soviet troops, they will appear, Hydra.

And the fate of the next 70 years.

Ollivander didn't speak, and Bucky's right hand went from the back of her head to her cheek: "We should go."

The girl seemed to be startled, her cheeks twitched and her eyelashes trembled.

When she waved her wand to disperse the stones blocking the entrance of the cave, lifted Bucky with the Levitation Charm, and then walked outside the cave to completely remove the traces here, it can be seen that there is no trace of what they left in the snow yesterday. trace.

When I came to the place where Bucky fell off the cliff before, the bloodstains had been mostly covered by snow, but I could still see the red and black underneath.

Ollivander did not speak as he slowly disguised the place.

Bucky, who was waiting for her to do these "cliff scene" disguises, didn't speak either.

At this point, no farewell seemed appropriate.

After everything was dealt with——Ollivander was even very experienced in forging the traces of the person who fell off the cliff after struggling and crawling.

Nixiu, who had disappeared all night, also appeared on a tall branch not far away at this time, jumped off, and forged the traces of some animals passing by.

Its black bean eyes stared at its owner and the shit-shoveling officer, and finally stayed on the shit-shoveling officer for a long time, making a sad sound from its duck-like flat mouth.

In the end, Bucky lay in the "cemetery" they had prepared.

The blood was solidified on the ground, and there seemed to be a faint fishy smell left.

The Soviets who were still marching were getting closer, and with their eyesight, they could vaguely see a little moving black dot at the end.

Time seemed to be urging frantically "tick-tock", and Ollivander did not leave after cleaning up his traces.

She cast an invisibility spell on herself, like a ghost staying at the bottom of this abyss.

Bucky can't see her anymore, but he knows she's there.

He didn't know what her expression was, or if she was crying.

This scene is like a farewell.

Also like a funeral.

……

In the process, he thought of many things.

He thought of the bridge between Brooklyn and Manhattan.

Every free day, he would pull Steve, who also had free time, on the tram, from one end of the city to the other end of the city.

And the alleys of Brooklyn.

Steve got punched in this alley, Steve got punched in that alley, Steve got punched in that alley...

He thought of his mother, his father, his sister...

It's a pity that after all he remembered, he stayed in the barracks and didn't have a chance to see them even once.

He thought again of the square in Brooklyn, when he and Steve were eating sausage rolls and pies, and the fountain in the square just spouted out, and the spray of water flew in the wind, making many children giggle. .

That was the "first time" he saw Vicky. At that time, she still had curly black hair and a very pale expression. The bright sun and mist covered her head with a layer of mist, and her long eyelashes A little peacock blue pupils are exposed.

……

So many memories.

He thought greedily and desperately.

He had to close his eyes.

The sound of footsteps, click, click, neat and orderly, as if they had been trained - a well-trained Soviet army.

He went back in his mind to images he had seen—images of the collapse of the Soviet government.

It seems that this can be a little more comforting.

"……Who is there!"

Probably the leading squad leader let out a shout.

Ollivander trembled and closed his eyes in the empty snow.

She heard running and checking.

I also heard the sound of the plate engraved with the number "32557" being flipped.

Then Russian conversation, shuffling.

Sniff whimpering.

Except for Bucky's voice.

……

"... слива."

There was a thin whisper in the wind.

A soldier at the end of the team asked a question: "Did you hear any sound? It seems to be a girl."

The man in front of him didn't turn his head back: "Stupid, how can there be any girl in this kind of snow, wanting girls crazy?"

"Hey!"

The author has something to say: this dungeon, um, is coming to an end.

Believe me, returning to the modern copy is really sweet.

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While avoiding the sending blade, launch the careful heart.