Miss Hydra [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

The photo is in color and relatively clear, and the time shows that it was taken in the 60s and [-]s of the last century.

The man has smooth silver half-length curly hair, which seems to have been well taken care of and maintained. His blue eyes are like the sparkling sea in the sun, and there is a bit of a naughty smile on the corner of his lips. , There is a bronze inlaid crystal brooch on the collar of the white coat.He is not young anymore, but his whole person even looks like a vivacious boy who has not passed through the years.

The female has black hair like splashed ink, and the eyes of the same color are very gentle. The white coat is not buttoned up, revealing the delicate silver and green trim of the vintage shirt. She leans against the man with her face slightly sideways, her face is small and beautiful. exquisite.Because of the sideways, a very delicate silver-green hairband with a turquoise pendant is exposed at the end of her hair.

Both of them have typical classical British looks, and they don't look like researchers—more like nobles who walked down from medieval portraits.

If this incompatibility is not enough to attract attention, then the appearance of the two of them directly frightened the three of them.

——If you look at their faces together, it's completely Victoria who should be staying in the Avengers Building and doesn't know where she is at this time.

"That should be the early scientific research team of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Natasha looked at the photo and said.

There was even Dr. Zola in human form, looking old and small and wrinkled and ugly.

"I remember that most of them were scientists from the United States, but some were recruited by the Paperclip Project during World War II, and most of the German scientists were Nazis... They seem to be British, and they should belong to specially hired foreign aid personnel."

"Who are they?" Steve asked Zora.

Zola, who was in the state of an electronic brain, didn’t know why she had to answer all questions, and she was very, very straightforward: “Auston Ollivander and Diana Prince are specially hired energy weapon developers from London, England. They are still a couple. .”

"...Prince?"

Barton's expression was serious and stern—since Zola appeared, he quickly entered the working state, not at all like the usual sweet-toothed and leather-wearing Fat Joe—he repeated the surname, and the other two Immediately understood what he meant.

Victoria's past identities: Sif Prince.

This is no longer just a coincidence.

……

"Did they have a daughter?"

"Oh yes."

Zola's voice had always been very mechanical and intermittent, but the three suddenly felt that he seemed to be laughing now, and there was a creepy smile in his words.

"Little Vicki is a very, very cute little girl. She inherited her mother's hair color and father's blue eyes. She was quiet and well-behaved when she was born, and she smiled like a little angel. It melted my heart..."

However, no matter how beautiful the content he described, coupled with his weird tone, it will only make people uncomfortable for a while.

Especially the last one, "My heart is melting...", said in Zola's sticky vibrato, hundreds of thousands of machines flickering all around, it is a double torture of hearing and vision.

Arnim Zola, the crazy, first human genetic engineer in human history, and Hitler's researcher, doesn't look like he would like children.

Barton couldn't help interrupting him: "...What's her name?"

"Victoria Ollivander."

Zola responded impatiently and continued his narration:

"You should know that little Vicky never cries..."

"Why doesn't she always cry? She always laughs, laughs, laughs, ah!... I really want to destroy it, look at the way she shed tears, it must be very beautiful, what a beautiful child... "

An ominous premonition arose in the hearts of the three present at the same time.

Sure enough, the next moment, accompanied by Zola's smirk, a video was played on the computer screen.

They were standing in Zola's "brain", the data network was transmitted among the various machines, and the dense signal lights around them cast a heavy and strange atmosphere on the whole space.

The first is a large patch of red.

The tongue of flames climbed along the lens, and the whole picture was so smoky that it was hard to see clearly. The lens was shot from outside the floor-to-ceiling window. The shooting angle was relatively low, but you could still clearly see the person lying in the burning ruins in front of you. Two figures.

They saw the same white coat as in the photo just now, the bronze-colored inlay brooch and the turquoise pendant fell to the ground, charred and blackened, and they could barely recognize the shape.

The researcher's white coat is fireproof, but it doesn't mean that the human body is also fireproof. The scorched skin and most of the hair ends of the young men and women on the screen are similarly burned, which shows what kind of tragedy happened here.

Across the screen, it was as if he could smell the burnt smell of burnt body fat.

That's Auston Ollivander and Diana Prince...

For a moment there was only the beeping of flames in the air.

……

A rough, callused hand suddenly stretched out from the side, as if grabbing the shooting lens on the ground, accompanied by a burst of shaking, the lens skipped the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and turned condescendingly to the opposite direction.

The little baby wrapped in a black and white panda jumpsuit squatted on the ground with his buttocks on the ground, his two little feet were propped up stupidly, and his little hands were still in the position where he was forced to hold the camera just now.

The firelight was reflected in her large, empty blue eyes.

There were no tears in Little Vicky's eyes, as if she had been too shocked by this scene to cry, her round apple face was as pale as paper, and the hat with the round panda ears was tilted halfway, revealing her curly head that was crushed in a mess hair.

The big hand that took away the camera stretched out again, and casually circled half of her arm without much pity, and picked her up like a chicken.

"What about this one?"

The camera was shaking, just in time to capture the little girl's muffled side face.

"It looks useless?"

Another man's voice came from the side: "The higher-ups told us to bring her back. The SHIELD gang killed her parents, so she must be given a chance to take revenge, right..."

The child who was carried in mid-air suddenly trembled as if being pricked by a needle, and let out a short cat-like howl, but the sound soon fell silent.

The man holding the camera seemed to smile, and shook her while holding her: "Why do you look like you understand?"

The other laughed too: "What does a two-year-old know...HailHydra!"

"Hail Hydra!"

……

silence.

The three of them didn't speak for a while.

Steve couldn't help but think back to the first time he saw Victoria, when she was still wearing Sif Prince's skin, and she was shining when she ran past the Lincoln Memorial.

At the beginning, Sam admired her very much, and so did he. He still remembers the slyness in her eyes when she said "that weird bottle of drink is Chinese medicine".

And when she was carrying Tony and running, her blond curly hair fluttered in the air, and the smile in her eyes couldn't be hidden—of course he knew she did it on purpose at that time, and he was happy to cooperate with her.

He felt that a girl with such eyes must be a good girl and her luck must not be too bad.

Then they got acquainted... and then she was taken away and lost contact...

Later, it was Victoria.

—Victoria Ollivander.

Zola said little Vicky was a child who was always smiling, and Victoria was always smiling too, but her smile was always weak, with the corners of her lips curled up, and she didn't know if she was happy.

It seems that without the cover of "Sif Prince", a skin that does not belong to her, she is not used to expressing emotions, and always considers every word carefully, suppressing emotions to the point where it is difficult to detect.

"SHIELD killed her parents?"

Natasha was the one who reacted the quickest. The matter of "confirming that Victoria is related to Hydra" did not bring her much relief.

"Impossible." She said calmly.

Since Auston Ollivander and Diana Prince are energy weapon developers hired by S.H.I.E.L.D., how could it be unnecessary to kill them?

Especially since they are British.

"Why is it impossible?" Zola paused and replied mechanically, "They have spied on secrets that shouldn't be pryed into. The Cosmic Rubik's Cube is the best weapon energy source that Aegis has found, and they have researched secrets that shouldn't be. thing……"

Barton folded his arms behind him, and couldn't help but move closer to Steve, whispering, "Don't trust him, Cap."

The latter took a deep breath: "...I know."

……

New York, Brooklyn.

In the not-so-big rental house, a pure black snake curled up lazily in a ball under the blanket.

Bucky only turned on a small wall lamp. There was only a bed and a pair of tables and chairs in the shabby room. Computers and guns, ammunition, and ammunition were piled up on the table in a mess, and the power switch was still flickering.

He was sitting on the only chair, leaning against the edge of the bed, holding a bunch of materials in his hands and pondering: a pile of cotton batting, fabric, and cardboard boxes... I don't know where he got it.

The metal arm held a ball of soft and white cotton, and the right hand held a piece of cloth. Bucky hesitated, not knowing how to make a nest.

Bucky: "..."

Then he wrapped the cotton into a small ball with a cloth end, and was going to wrap another one.

"Clap" sound.

There was a soft pat on the arm.

It doesn't hurt, but the touch of the scales across the skin is very strange.

"what happened?"

Bucky lowered his eyes, his expression was a little gentle under the dim light.

Ollivander stared at him for a while, supported himself on his abdomen, raised his head slightly, and pushed the pile of cotton balls and the small ball in his hand away with disgust with the tip of his tail.

The little ball fell on the bed and rolled around twice.

And then another tail.

Bucky: "..."

Ok he got it.

The brown-haired man stuffed the little snake back on the bed, and covered her upright with the quilt, leaving only one head lying on the pillow—it was half sunk in the pillow.

Will you hold back when lying on your stomach?Not sure, Bucky turned her over again so she was lying on her back with her mouth exposed.

Ollivander: "..."

Looking at the sky with peacock blue eyes, he was stunned for a moment.

"Go to sleep."

He tucked the quilt flat, scratched her chin, then lifted the chair and sat at the table, typing on the keyboard slowly at the computer.

Like Captain America, Bucky, who also belongs to the old popsicle camp, is also very unskilled in these modern products-even if he is decades more awake than Cap, Hydra usually does not let him touch these Internet-connected products. He searched the search webpage for a long time, and typed a few words into the box next to the magnifying glass icon.

Ollivander had to turn over by himself, and slowly swam down from the bed, his belly across the floor, without making a sound.

But Bucky, who was paying attention to her from the corner of his eye, still saw her action. After the little snake climbed up the man's thigh, Bucky held him up, just in time to see the search content on the webpage:

[Habits and feeding methods of Mexican black king snake]

Ollivander: "..."

Bucky put her next to the keyboard, opened a typed document for her, and asked in a low voice, "What can you eat? Do you want raw meat? Or do you need something else?"

The little snake stood up and pecked at the corner of his mouth.

Bucky: "..."

Then she turned her head as if nothing had happened, manipulated the touch screen with the tip of her tail to change a webpage, and then tapped on the keyboard very skillfully.

The brown-haired man silently watched her skillfully enter a website that clearly belonged to the highly confidential category, and typed a line of code, and the pop-up web page window was quickly replaced, full of various formulas and linear decomposition graphics.

If it wasn't for his memory problem, then he was sure that Victoria was frozen with him, and they had been out of touch with this society for at least 20 years.

But it was obvious that she was far more familiar with modern society than he was, even more advanced than people who grew up in this century.

It's as if... She lived in this era for several years.

And she had no intention of hiding from him at all.

……

The little snake's tail hit the last space bar.

There is a mess of data on the screen: "satellite uplink", "satellite attack weapon yardage"...all gathered on the perspective view of the three huge turbine motherships.

"……what is this?"

The little snake's tail slapped in the upper left corner of the screen.

"Insight plan."

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Today's posture is bent over, mua~~~