Miss Hydra [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

New York, Manhattan, suburbs.

The sun gradually set in the west, and the warm golden yellow gradually turned into a wine-colored orange red.

Ollivander dug out the spare frock coat and other things that were good for concealment in the safe house, took them back to the living room and handed them to Bucky.

"Goodbye, then."

This "goodbye" is different from the "goodbye" she said to him in Gotham last time.

The last time I said "see you no more", Ollivander thought she would never see the "Winter Soldier" who was tortured by the broken memory again, at least she couldn't find him when he didn't want to be exposed.

——After all, "Winter Soldier" is a master of concealment, able to hide himself according to local conditions, even Wolverine's super keen sense of smell can't find him, and Black Widow once described him as "the most dangerous man".

He will return to darkness, he will hide, he will wander.

He will embark on a journey to find himself. Without the 20 years in between, he may need to find and adapt more difficultly, but after all, he has avoided many "forced tasks" that might have happened.

The organization's experience was so dark that even slumber turned into luck.

Maybe he'll remember everything in the end, maybe he'll meet Steve, see his past...

But none of that has anything to do with Ollivander.

——If there is no such a close call, the story will indeed develop like this.

……

"Goodbye... Winter Soldier."

Ollivander sighed, calling him that for the last time.

The previous "goodbye" turned into meeting again, but this time "goodbye" may be true, and we will never see each other again.

For Bucky, the experience of violating principles and human nature was one of the few comforts for her in the organization. Thinking of this, the girl felt that she was so selfish and unbearable.

Once his memory is restored with the help of Professor Charles, he is no longer the "Winter Soldier" that Ollivander knew, but just a World War II veteran tormented by painful memories and regrets.

He will find himself, and his name.

He could be James Buchanan Barnes, he could be Bucky as Steve said, but he was no longer the Winter Soldier Ollivander once knew.

……

The man with emerald green eyes froze for a moment.

He didn't understand why this researcher, who was still as young as before 20 years later, looked at him that way.

"Although this memory is definitely the part you want to forget the most for you..."

The pair of peacock blue eyes stared at him, every time the eyelashes fluttered, every trace of emotion in the eyes was magnified and magnified as they got closer and closer.

"That must have been like a nightmare."

Her voice became lower and lower, and the whisper between exhalations in the dilapidated hut was like a faint candle that could still light up the entire space.

The man bowed unconsciously, forgetting that even if he didn't bow, he could still hear these things clearly.

"All these years, I'm sorry."

Her pale skin was like colorless flower petals, but her lips were brightly colored. As she stood on tiptoe, she brushed against the tip of his nose.

"Also, thank you..."

At the end, the word "you" was not very clear, and there was a little more warm touch on the forehead, soft as if a feather had been scratched, and because of the sensitivity of the five senses, it was enlarged, like a burnt mark on the forehead.

The orange-red sunset warmed the figures of the two who were close together, and the breathing was so soft that it could not be heard.

Sorry, and thank you.

For all these years with you.

……

The last rays of the setting sun were drowned under the distant ridge.

Probably because the summer is coming to an end, the darkness is getting faster and faster recently, the moon hangs early in the sky near the downtown area of ​​Manhattan, and the rustling footsteps on the ground are particularly obvious at this time.

The girl with pure black long hair was slumped on the sofa. The work suit she was originally wearing had been replaced by a dark-colored robe. The neckline and cuffs of the wizard robe were decorated with blue and bronze colors representing Ravenclaw.

She closed her eyes, counted the neat steps outside, and tapped lightly on the back of the chair with drooping fingers.

On the red brick door ladder outside the door, there are a few more neat shadows.

A man's hand with distinct bones and thick calluses protruded from under the half-length cloak. On the other side covered by the cloak, the other hand was entangled in flesh and flesh, as if connected to webs.

The moonlight shone on the cloak, leaving no reflection at all, only the sharp point exposed by his cuffs refracted the unique dark light of the arrow.

"Why don't you come in."

The girl in the room opened her eyes and smiled coldly.

The peacock blue shone brightly in the dark room.

"...Arrow Lock."

……

"The first thing is, the decryption program has already cracked some files of S.H.I.E.L.D. After the backup is complete, you can click to watch it directly..."

During the rush from Stark Tower to the suburbs of Manhattan, New York, Barton imitated Jarvis's male voice in a strange voice on the helicopter.

In the absence of Fury, or in other words, without the need for him to pose for a confrontation, Hawkeye seemed to have changed suddenly, looking very...

retarded.

At least in the eyes of Natasha who was watching, he was like this.

Steve, who was sitting on the side, was stunned for a moment because of the little leather agent's unreasonable behavior.

"He..." The blond-haired, big-breasted sweetheart turned her head away with great difficulty.

Barton has finished imitating, and asked very enthusiastically: "Hey, how did I imitate just now, is it exactly the same as that fucking AI?"

Steve's mood is hard to describe in words.

The former agent, who was wearing a sleeveless, tight-fitting and handsome little leather jacket, folded his arms, and had a serious expression, seemed to be just a tan90°—it didn’t exist.

Natasha held her forehead, and said directly with a face of embarrassment: "Don't pay attention to him, Cap."

Barton wasn't angry either, he was still cheerful all by himself.

Steve gave him another curious look, stretched out a hand, and introduced himself: "Steve Rogers."

"Clinton Francis Patton." Hawkeye, who had finally had enough of being alone, stretched out his hand and held it. The arm that has been drawing bows and archery all the year round seemed very explosive. "I have known you since I was a child, Cap."

……

Steve: "..."

He pretended to change the subject naturally: "Did Arrowlock go to the suburbs of Manhattan to find Sif and the Winter Soldier? How did he know where they went? I mean, neither S.H.I.E.L.D. nor Jarvis could find that Two people."

Because Sif Prince and the Winter Soldier seemed to know each other, he didn't worry much about her safety, after all, the man with the metal arm was very strong at first glance.

"There must be a special way of connection between them." Natasha frowned, "We said they were together, Cap, there is something wrong with that Sif Prince, you..."

"I just slept for decades, not even IQ, Natasha." Steve shook his head, "I don't think she is malicious, anyway, this topic will be discussed after I see it with my own eyes. "

"And." After a pause, he said, "You seem to be very nervous about the information Tony got."

Before Tony Stark clicked on the information that Jarvis got just now, they were forced to dispatch urgently by the second message, but Steve did not ignore the change in the look of the S.H.I.E.L.D.

After listening to the captain's words, the red-haired agent felt that his head was about to start hurting again.

It's impossible to spit out what Tony Stark got, and Cap will definitely not be able to hide the matter about Hydra by then-yes, that bunch of people must be a gang, so obvious... Hydra fishy smell.

Sooner or later, you have to know, it's better to let the captain recognize the truth now-although this is really cruel.

Realizing what Natasha wanted to do, the relaxed Hawkeye fell silent.

"I hope you'll calm down after listening, Cap."

Natasha glanced at the dashboard. It would take some time before they arrived at Enoch the "Arrowlock", so maybe it was enough.

Steve looked at her enquiringly.

"We all know that you have made great contributions to the United States, especially the fight against the Nazis during World War II..." Natasha said with deliberation, "and the fight against Hydra."

Steve doesn't understand why she's saying this at first, until Natasha pauses after saying the word "Hydra" and says, "Chop one head off and grow two more."

His expression went from bewildered to stunned to shocked, and finally turned into unquenchable anger.

"Hydra..."

"It's not dead."

……

"Hail Hydra!"

The man with the cloak covering most of his body stood in the shadow under the door, followed by five men in black who were also silent.

The door of the hut seemed to be blown by an invisible hand or a violent wind, and it opened spontaneously with a "bang".

There was no light in the room, and the moonlight shone through the dusty glass windows. The half-race girl sitting on the sofa in the middle looked indifferent, with strange eyes.

Seeing this look, the man under the cloak suddenly trembled and arched his body.

"HailHydra?" Ollivander raised one leg, his pale skin under the black robe looked like moonlight, "No, it should be, Hail Occamy (bird snake)."

I don't know who made the first move, but when the five people behind came back to their senses, their chief had half-kneeled in front of the girl with a familiar face.

They were so shocked that they couldn't even speak.

For their chief, Enoch the Arrowlock, swore in a tone of fanaticism they had never heard before:

"Hail Occamy!"

The author has something to say: ah_(:зゝ∠)_

Baji is offline again_(:зゝ∠)_

I'm going to find Kazumi who is not bald yet_(:зゝ∠)_

But tomorrow Baji will appear, don’t cry_(:зゝ∠)_

Wikipedia is about to open a new chapter in the war against the stars and the sea_(:зゝ∠)_

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