[comprehensive] villain friend

The city that never sleeps【Ⅳ】

Dolores never imagined that she would meet the Winter Soldier in this situation.

After gaining insight into the incident, she left Washington, New York, and went to Francis with little attention to subsequent developments.She didn't care about Alexander Pierce, the Winter Soldier, and what happened to her "father" afterward-in short, she knew almost nothing about Hydra.

But obviously, the Winter Soldier didn't seem to return to Hydra after the mission, otherwise, he wouldn't be in the current state... There is no doubt that he was injured, and now he is unresponsive, and Dolores stared at him for so long. They didn't even find out...Compared to the scene when he found her for the first time, it's really embarrassing.

She took a step forward and walked out of the shadows. The Winter Soldier lowered his head abnormally, seemingly unresponsive to her movements—but Dolores always felt that the other party had already clenched the gun in his hand...like a tense nerve. A cat that pretends to be relaxed.

She didn't speak, just walked over slowly, passed him, and at the moment when he was about to relax, she stopped and sat down on the spot.

Sitting not far from the Winter Soldier, the distance between the two was less than one meter.Dolores could even feel the faint murderous aura coming from the opponent——

Unconsciously, she lowered her eyes, took out a plum from the paper bag, played with it in her hand for a while, and took a bite.There was a seductive sound when the plump flesh was peeled off, and Dolores felt the other person's gaze shift.

She curled the corner of her lips calmly.

I don’t know if it’s because of the envy in the other party’s gaze—she could see that the Winter Soldier hadn’t eaten for a long time, and Dolores even felt that the bag of plums was actually not so sour, and even quite fragrant, and tasted delicious. Very exciting--

She happily ate one and took out another.

From the corner of the eye, I saw the Winter Soldier move his hand calmly, as if covering his stomach silently. Dolores felt that there was no fluctuation in his heart, but he wanted to laugh a little.So she tilted her head, glanced at the Winter Soldier, put the brown paper bag between the two of them, and pushed it slightly.

The Winter Soldier gave her a wary look, and then looked at the bag with some hesitation.

She stretched out her fingers and pushed the bag a little further.

The two of them stood in a silent stalemate under the street lamp, and the bag containing the plums was placed neatly between the two of them, impartially, like a dividing line, clearly separating the two of them.

The crescent moon hangs high, and insects are faintly singing.In the silence, the swaying figures in the nearby dwellings added a bit of popularity.The Winter Soldier and Dolores sat together in silence, neither of them willing to take the lead, as if they were playing a game of endurance.

Dolores looked at the velvety black night in the distance with her face held back, feeling that this moment was very strange.

She understood why she was sitting here, why she was silent and said nothing, and she understood why she risked the risk of sharing the plum with the unknown Winter Soldier.

——Because she wanted to wash away her guilt.

Even though reason reminded her thousands of times that getting out of Washington alone is a very sensible thing, and she didn't feel sorry for anyone, she couldn't help but want to ask herself: Why do you pity each other while But able to get away without hesitation?Isn't this hypocrisy?Are you really not morally wrong?Or - do you really think that you don't have any problems?

Whenever she asks herself this question, she always feels a heartfelt sting and discomfort. She feels embarrassed, at a loss and a little angry.

And this represents her uneasiness and mistakes.

Maybe what she did was reasonable intellectually, but in the end, she still felt a trace of regret in her heart.Dolores can't help but think, if she can do something, whether out of sympathy or out of so-called justice, if she does something hard, will she be able to make things better? What about a good direction to draw some?Even if the desired result is not achieved, at least you can have a clear conscience, right?

She felt guilty, to the Winter Soldier, to Edmund, and to herself.

And at this moment, Dolores saw the Winter Soldier free from Hydra's control, and suddenly felt a sense of relief—so she chose to sit beside him, and half-jokingly pushed Plum to the Winter Soldier's side.

It was meaningless, but it made her feel a little better.

Dolores took a deep breath, feeling the freshness of the moonlight in the air.

The Winter Soldier still didn't touch the bag that was placed between them.He was like a traumatized and vigilant cat, tense and ready to fight—if he wanted to, he could have easily strangled Dolores' neck, and she would have no chance to fight back.

Of course, whether Dolores can be killed is another matter.

And Dolores doesn't care.Life, time, money, health, everything—she didn't care anymore, she could spend her time sitting here all night, staring at the moon, waiting for the Winter Soldier to relax and take the bag of plums.

She was a very patient person before, and even more so now.

There is often nothing that is impossible for a patient and stubborn person.

There was a slight noise not far away, and a black cat jumped down from the eaves, tilted its head and looked at Dolores for a while, and then slowly walked over.

The Winter Soldier narrowed his eyes.

The cat gave a soft "meow~", as if confirming that Dolores was not malicious, so it crossed the steps, walked around behind the two of them, approached the brown paper bag, and poked its head out to take a sniff.

Before she had time to get closer, a hand suddenly swung past her eyes and snatched the paper bag away.

The black cat was taken aback, gave a "meow" in surprise, took a step back, and stared at the Winter Soldier who "snatched the food" as if his hair had exploded all over his body, so Dolores also watched with the black cat past.

She put her face up and looked at him.

The Winter Soldier lowered his head silently, the shadow cast by his eyelashes trembling slightly, pursing the corners of his mouth as if in a daze.After a while, he reached into the bag with that metal arm, took out a plum, and silently took a bite.

Dolores smiled.

The Winter Soldier looked over.

She took advantage of the trend to restrain her expression and lowered her eyes, pretending that she didn't see anything.

He stared at Dolores blankly for a while, then turned his head again and ate the plum.

The sound of gnawing fruit was clearly audible in the night. The black cat wandered around where the paper bag was originally placed for a while, raised its face to stare at the Winter Soldier and meowed twice, but the Winter Soldier remained unmoved, as if Weiwen mechanically ate the plum in his hand—it hesitated for a while, but finally dared not come to his side to ask for it, so it took two steps and left.

Dolores looked again at the moon in the sky.

The moon has risen very high.She bent the fingers of both hands to form the barrel of the telescope, and placed it in front of her eyes quite childishly, aiming at the moon.

……interesting.she thinks.

The Winter Soldier glanced back at the shadowless cat that had disappeared, looked at the plums in his hand silently for a while, then picked out two, and put the paper bag between them again.

Dolores didn't respond.

So he pushed the paper bag towards her.

She couldn't help but sighed in her heart, without turning her head, she stretched out a hand and put it into the paper bag, and the bag slammed twice.She took out a plum from it, and while admiring the moon, which had nothing to appreciate, she ate the sour plum that made her teeth go soft.

The Winter Soldier seemed to be a little more relaxed. He lowered his eyes and started eating as well.

The two of them didn't look at each other, they were silent in tacit understanding, as safe and peaceful as this moonlit night.

Dolores felt very peaceful and peaceful in her heart, doing nothing and letting things go naturally seemed to make her feel extremely relaxed and extremely safe.For a moment, she even felt that there was nothing wrong with continuing this kind of "inaction".

But it's just a fleeting thought after all.

This peaceful night is finally coming to an end.

A gust of wind blew from nowhere, and the trees on both sides of the float rustled.

Dolores saw the Winter Soldier stand up abruptly, feeling irritated in vain. Finally, the half-eaten plum rolled to the ground, rolled twice and finally stopped powerlessly.

"...they are here." His voice was hoarse.

Dolores was still sitting there, turning the plum in her hand slightly, and said casually, "Who?"

"...I don't know—they've been following me..." The Winter Soldier's expression became more and more tense, as if he was answering Dolores, or just talking to himself anxiously, "What the hell are they trying to do... "

He turned his head suddenly and stared at Dolores: "Go quickly."

Dolores looked back at him calmly, without moving: "Why?"

He opened his mouth, but why?The Winter Soldier himself didn't understand, a daze flashed in his eyes, as if something passed by very quickly and disappeared without a trace, just like those memories, completely gone.

But time is running out.

He took one last look at Dolores, and strode toward an alley with a gun in hand.

Dolores lowered her eyes, took a small bite of the plum, then stood up slowly, and walked in the direction of the Winter Soldier.

The night covered her figure. She leaned her back against the wall, listening to the sound of fighting coming from the alley, and the sound of skin and flesh colliding that made teeth ache.

—It seems that the Winter Soldier needs no help at all.Well, she thought, well, actually, even if he needed help, there was absolutely nothing she could do to provide any physical support.

However, an inappropriate voice suddenly came out of this fight.

A slightly trembling male voice, with a sharp tone, echoed in the alley.

"желание, ржавчина... семнадцать, рассвет -- печь...!"

Dolores heard the Winter Soldier grunt and howl weakly.She clenched her fists.

Like the lengthy incantation of the witch, it needs to read the last word before it can really take effect.Dolores leaned her head against the wall, silently witnessing the spell.

"" девять, доброта... домой! один… грузовик—”

Everything fell into an abrupt calm.

After an unknown amount of time, Dolores heard the panting subside slightly.

"...Good evening—soldier." The voice was still cautious.

After a long time, Dolores heard the indifferent and mechanical voice of the Winter Soldier, echoing low in the middle of the narrow alley: "...Please order."

The author has something to say: Mozhao: So many, so many, today you met Winter Soldier, the number one male model of Heypaw, and I heard that the two of you were sitting together under the moonlight... Hehehe, yes to this night, this winter Bing, do you have any comments?

Duo Zong: ...Winter soldiers waste food, it is better to feed cats. 【Indifference.jpg】

Mou Zhao:? ? ? ? ? ?Waiting for your attention——

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[Ding~ Your friend Winter Soldier has gone offline. 】

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Have you misunderstood something? When I debuted, I was not referring to the book "Theist", but something else. At that time, I was able to sprinkle sugar layer by layer. Say to yourself: "My god! I'm a single dog! I've had enough sugar! No... I have to slow down, I have to slow down..."

Then I will...

I didn't know that the way of heaven is reincarnation, and I once again felt the disadvantages of going to extremes.

...Yes, I feel like I really want to write love essays.

The kind that slams people's faces with sugar.