[comprehensive] villain friend

Washington Strange Tales【Ⅳ】

Dolores hadn't been shopping in a long, long, long time.

...Because she doesn't like shopping.

How can you ask a physical waste to enjoy the fun of shopping?It’s so hard—might as well sink into the middle of a soft sofa, make yourself a cup of tea, read a book...or surf the internet for a while.

But people are always rebellious.The more there is something that cannot be done, the more people tend to want to do something.

"...Smithsonian Museum?" Rumlow crossed his arms and read out slowly, "I don't know anyone would like to come to this kind of place...without the teacher's request?"

"Since I'm out shopping, of course I want to visit some places I like." She spread her hands, "Do you have any opinions?"

Rumlow lowered his eyes expressionlessly, staring at Dolores who was very weak to him—even now that he was a little injured, he could clearly break the girl's neck, she was everywhere It's weakness - of course, for him, most people in this world are weaknesses everywhere.

"If it makes you happy," he said, "I don't mind hanging out with you."

"Sometimes it doesn't hurt us to know a little bit of history," Dolores said.This was a lie of course, she just happened to see the museum, plus Rumlow didn't seem interested in the museum at all.

...also, how could a mercenary from Hydra like what history museum?

She walked in first.

The theme of the exhibition is called [weleBack, Cap], as it should be, next to it is the classic five-pointed star red and blue shield.

Dolores couldn't help raising his eyebrows, Captain America?That was indeed a piece of American history... But didn't she remember that not long ago he was dug out of the ice and even joined the Avengers?Unexpectedly, someone still opened an exhibition for the living Captain America.

She looked away, and the picture of Captain America immediately came into view.

Dolores narrowed her eyes.

—… This photo seems familiar?

"I didn't expect the captain to be like this before." Rumlow stood behind her with a hint of a smile in his voice.

"History textbooks have long said that the captain used to be weak and sick." She said, "It seems that you didn't study well before."

Rumlow paused: "...at least I didn't drop out of school."

"Is it an honor to passively drop out of school?" Dolores said casually, and she took a slow look at Rumlow, "...I didn't expect that he even told you about my dropout?"

"As a qualified bodyguard, you should know the relevant information about the protector." Rumlow replied.

"Get it from S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Dolores said casually, and changed the subject without waiting for Rumlow to respond, "Speaking of which, since you are an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., you must have met or knew the captain. .He is really the same as in the legend...kind, wise and tolerant, brave and just, like a flawless idol?"

"...a flawless idol?" Rumlow repeated. "How dare you say it."

"I have nothing to say. Isn't that how the country described the captain in publicity a long time ago? At that time, he was the most perfect symbol of the American spirit... Now that he has been resurrected, he has lost his previous aura and become An ordinary person who can be used as a scapegoat for the government." Dolores smiled sarcastically, "Sure enough, a dead captain is a good captain."

"..." Rumlow was silent. Being able to sit in this position, many things are actually tacit.Yes, he is from the Executive Department, like a loyal and silent soldier, only responsible for execution, but in many operations, it is people like them who can quickly grasp the meaning of the upper level, and then achieve that goal perfectly.So even if he is a sword, he is also an extremely sober sword.

Even if such a result is a good thing for his organization, even if he knows that everything is for a greater victory, as a man, how can he not be subdued and silent for a man like the captain?

Dolores ignored Rumlow's musings.She walked forward slowly and saw the black and white images of the captain in World War II and those historical records. When the narrator said "...the crazy scientific research unit of the Nazis, Hydra", she paused slightly and showed a smile .

——Today I really did not come to the wrong place.she thinks.

Look at the photo with the helmet on, how familiar it is.

Even if half of the face is covered, what is unclear?She was so lucky that she met the captain.A man of undeniable will, who has spent his life fighting the Nazi cause, but will he one day find that the department he now works for is dominated by his former enemies?

If she could, she really wanted to remind the captain and let him discover this——

If she wasn't being watched layer upon layer like she is now.

Dolores took a step forward, and she wanted to continue, but Rumlow stopped her: "I think we should go back?"

"Why go back?" she asked.

"You might ask Mr. Hayek." Rumlow put the phone in front of her.Above is a brief notification message from Edmund Hayek.

—… What a disappointment.

So she had no choice but to turn around, and Captain America behind him was smiling, watching every visitor like a real idol.

Dolores turned her head to give the captain one last look and left the museum.

……

"Actually, I thought you would run away." Buckling up the seat belt, Dolores heard Rumlow say,

"……why?"

"Anyone with eyes," said Rumlow, smoking a cigarette and starting the car, "can tell you don't want to be in Washington."

"..." Dolores looked away and looked out the car window, "I thought so too. I thought not only would I try my best to escape, but I also thought I would try my best...to achieve my goal."

Rumlow glanced at her through the rearview mirror: "So?"

"But I didn't." She lowered her eyes and rubbed the back of her hand. "I thought I would resist, but in fact I don't like to resist....Maybe I am such a cowardly person who doesn't like to do anything Uncertain things."

"It's prudence not to do anything you're not sure about," Rumlow said. "It's not cowardice."

"...Maybe." Dolores didn't care, she glanced out of the window casually, "—why did we go from here?"

"what?"

"I remember it would be closer to go back from the city center, wouldn't it?"

Rumlow glanced out the window casually: "Really? Oh, the city center is blocked."

"Blocked?" Dolores frowned, wondering if it was an illusion, she seemed to hear the sound of shells faintly coming from the city center.

"Yeah." Rumlow said nonchalantly, "Did you hear the gunshots? That's because of the collective exercise of the Washington police today. Oh, it's great! Although we have superheroes, the police still can't give up their determination to exercise their abilities .That's amazing - hope they help kill a few monsters the next time aliens invade Earth."

"..." Dolores slowly turned his gaze to Rumlow's face, "You think I'm a fool?"

"If you don't believe it—" he shrugged, "what can I do?"

"...you have nothing to fear if you control the government, huh?" she said.

"I can not understand what you say."

"'Chop off one head and grow two more'." Dolores repeated the sentence indifferently. "It's a bit uncomfortable to think about it."

"..." Rumlow finally became serious, he turned the steering wheel abruptly, parked the car on the side of the road, grabbed the seat and turned his head to stare at her, "You—"

"What do I know? How do I know it?" Dolores interrupted him. "It's always these questions. Can you give me something new?"

Rumlow narrowed his eyes. In the narrow space, the atmosphere gradually condensed. It seemed that he was going to kill Dolores in the next second, but she laughed instead in such an atmosphere.

She looked at Rumlow: "Do you want to kill me?"

"..."

"Although dying in the car does not seem to be very in line with my ideals," Dolores said slowly, "but you are very lucky, while my requirements are not very high..."

"Edmund Hayek revealed it to you?" He was a little impatient. "I knew that old bastard who was not strict with the door—"

"...you know it's impolite to interrupt?" Dolores interrupted, "I was about to say—"

Rumlow turned around and started the engine. The car roared like a wild beast, and Dolores slammed backwards into the back of the seat.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

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