[comprehensive] villain friend

The Winter Soldier sat motionless in the car, silent like a statue.

He has long been used to such a closed and dark environment, so he doesn't think there is anything wrong with it.However, maybe because of the long working hours, the Winter Soldier rarely felt tired. He seemed to be able to hear that his body was like a machine, making a sound, just like an old machine, no matter how carefully it was repaired and maintained. There is no way to control the aging of the machine.

He closed his eyes, wanting to rest for a while, but a series of inexplicable pictures flashed in his mind the next moment, which made people have a headache.

Speeding trains, blond hair, military uniforms, clinking wine glasses, men's laughter, cold miles—

...again.The nightmare that entangled him came again, and those crumpled images seemed to be soaked in water, making it impossible to see the specific scene clearly.

The Winter Soldier always knew he lacked memories of his past.He has never considered this issue before, he is a soldier, he only needs to obey orders, but he does not know when it started, he has doubts in his mind, he always dreams, dreams of some strange pictures, those pictures are somewhat Some made him feel unspeakably happy, and some made him feel deeply painful.

... But no matter how painful the process was, he still wanted to recall it.That's his past, and he doesn't know anything about it, which is a mechanical absurdity in itself, and the Winter Soldier just wants to set this absurdity right.There is nothing contrary to the order of the organization, it is just a proper and beyond reproach thing.

- "...Bucky."

The floating water was close in front of him, he dragged the heavy object away from the water step by step, there were explosions, roars, and heavy breathing.The round shield with metallic luster dazzles people's eyes.

The Winter Soldier's hand on the seat twitched unconsciously.

He saw the dark night, the warm yellow light pouring like moonlight, a cat wagging its tail, watching him.A hand, a half-bitten plum, a smiling face—

He opened his eyes suddenly.

Those illusory images that made him feel a palpitation finally left his brain. At this moment, he was a pure winter soldier again, a cold soldier who didn't need memories but only orders. Those memories that belonged to him were like tides, receding in an instant ,

...that girl.He stared blankly at a star light in the distance. In the house not far away, the light that was originally lit had been turned off at some point, and it was completely dimmed.He's seen that girl...

Yes, they know each other.

... When did that happen?

The Winter Soldier stared at one place indifferently, completely emptying himself, hoping to get a little bit of enlightenment from this vast night——

Someone approached the car and it stopped.Instinctively, he held the gun next to him, squeezed the trigger with his fingers, and dozens of ways to kill the opponent flashed through his mind.

"Knock, knock, knock." The visitor politely knocked on the car window.

The Winter Soldier turned his head slowly and followed the voice.

The face that was still emerging in his memory just now completely overlapped with the smiling face in front of him——

……

"...Where are you going?" Dolores sat on the sofa, looking at the map of the United States in front of her, narrowing her eyes slightly.

Really hard to decide.

Desperate world is not so simple matter.She sighed expressionlessly, resting her face in one hand in a daze. Q's eyes had an indigo gleam, and he looked at Dolores motionlessly, intently—if that counted.

A quarter of an hour ago, Spider-Man left the house through the rear window with a knocked-out Rumlow.Only Dolores was left in the room now, and Q, who slowly emerged after the two had left.

Perhaps the biggest difference between Spider-Man and other superheroes is that he is very simple and kind-simple and kind to a terrible degree, or he trusts Dolores so much that he is very easy to deceive.He hardly doubted her words, and he agreed to Dolores' request very seriously, intending to send Rumlo to the gate of the NYPD.

But the matter will not be resolved by this.If Rumlow hadn't returned to Hydra's base within the time it would normally take, anyone can guess what happened.Not to mention there's the Winter Soldier downstairs—

So... where to go?

Gotham?metropolis?Las Vegas?Washington? ...

She doesn't plan to go too far, because she will come back after all, but at least she must avoid the Hydra.Or... use some kind of power to counteract the Hydra's threat to her?

【ding~】

A text message.

Dolores became vigilant on a conditioned reflex, and she hesitated for a while before taking the phone—it wasn't her phone, her phone was still at Hydra's base, and this one belonged to Rumlow.

【Hi~Little bird who escaped from Shekou, I sincerely invite you to come to Gotham - the city of magic~ Is there any place more suitable for people like us?Maybe you'll want to meet like-minded people. — Your dear, Jim. 】

Rumlow's note to this phone number is [consulting criminals].

Dolores frowned slightly.

She stood up, walked around the sofa, and picked up Q, who let her move, and even turned his head in response, trying to make Dolores's movements easier.

Dolores returned it to its charging station, then shoved it into the bedroom closet.

She pushed aside the layers of clothes, and stared at the pair of bright blue in the dark space: "...Honey, I'm going out for a while, please watch the door obediently, okay?"

Q is silent.

"Of course, safety is the most important thing. If they find you unusual, I believe you know how to escape, right?"

Q nodded very slowly.

"So..." Dolores smiled, and she closed the clothes, Q was completely submerged in them, "Goodbye, Q."

She closed the closet door, looked at the surrounding environment, and made sure there was nothing special, so she walked outside without any hesitation.

It was close to midnight, and the wind was chilly. Dolores took off a windbreaker, wrapped it around her body, closed the door, held the handle in her hands and pondered for a while, and walked towards the car step by step.

The Winter Soldier sat quietly inside, motionless, and Dolores almost thought that the other party was asleep—she walked over and knocked on the car window out of an unknown state of mind.

"Knock, knock, knock."

He looked over vigilantly, and Dolores' face was vaguely reflected in those beautiful eyes.

He lowered the car window and stared at her coldly.

"For the sake of your good looks, I won't care about your inexplicable behavior before, Winter Soldier." Dolores teased, she looked at him, and took a step back casually, " But I need you to do me a small favor. Yes, a small favor." She rolled up the hair next to her ear, showing a slightly friendly smile, "...my dear...do you know Russian? "

"..." He seemed to have a bad premonition, and held the gun in his hand.

She smiled slowly.

……

"—I don't understand, sir." The man bent down and picked up the bottle of wine, "I don't understand the point of doing this. What can that Miss Hayek bring us? With all due respect— She is not the same as us, here, even the arrogant Mr. Lanshere is more enlightened than her."

"Enlightenment?" Sitting on the soft seat, Jim Moriarty smiled. He was in a good mood, unexpectedly good, since he got that cute little news from New York a few hours ago His mood has always maintained the current state, "What enlightenment?"

"...I don't know," the man was stopped by the question, he pursed the corners of his lips, not knowing how to describe it, "maybe...the consciousness of killing people? Or something else, most of the people you invited have One's own goals, perhaps all of which are subtly different—but the enemy of an enemy is a friend..."

"You're wrong." Moriarty shook his fingers, "I have always had only one enemy - Sherlock Holmes, my old enemy, my friend, my half body, the guys I invited Also, they have their own enemies, it's a perfect balance, but those guys are trying to break the balance - our enemies come together, it's terrible...a perfect drama needs to have evenly matched opponents Power, one is the messenger of justice, the other must be the villain of evil, they are like twin vines, light and its shadow, both are indispensable. Drama-everything is for drama, but our audience has already Tired of good always trumping evil, this is a children's story, and cruel grown-up fairy tales don't like the corny stuff."

"...I want to restore this balance now. Those who are capable take advantage of others, and those who are incapable are used by others. This is the truth of this world. I just provide them with a small opportunity."

He lowered his eyes in such a soft gesture that he looked like a well-behaved child with a kind of unworldly innocence: "It's time to rewrite the fairy tale. When I saw the canary, I Knowing I've found what I'm looking for... I don't need allies, but if it's going to muddy the waters, why should I object?"

The other party paused for a moment: "But...no matter how you look at it, that Miss Hayek is not qualified to participate in this banquet."

"Eligibility..." Moriarty showed a cruel smile, "Don't get me wrong, in the criminal world, there is no qualification or disqualification—everyone is a tool, and sometimes they use others to achieve their own goals. It is not contradictory at all to be a gun in the hands of others.”

"—she is no exception."

……

Dawn blooms.On the distant horizon, the night remains.The wind rushed past, and Dolores' body swayed slightly with the sway of the car. A ray of sunlight hit her eyelashes, covering her face with a layer of gold.

She subconsciously stretched out her hand to block the sunlight, slowly opened her eyes, and sat up straighter.

"... What time is it?" She muttered subconsciously, her voice mixed with deep sleepiness, this question was not for the "bodyguard" sitting next to her, she rubbed her phone and turned on the screen.

—It's already six o'clock.They took a long detour, but they should be almost at their destination.

"Hey, Winter Soldier," she patted the shoulder of the person next to her, "—change shift."

The Winter Soldier parked the car aside silently.

The two got out of the car separately and changed seats.

"...Is your head still hurting?" Dolores asked suddenly.

The Winter Soldier lowered his eyes: "Yes."

"...Take a good night's sleep. I think you will be able to remember everything after all." She closed the car door forcefully, "It's just that you have been frozen for too long, and your brain is running a bit slow... Didn't you remember it before? Is there a list of things, and in that case, you can always think of it, do you want me to give you some relevant Wikipedia information?"

"Is that an order?" the Winter Soldier asked.

"..." Dolores stared at him silently, both of them stopped moving, they stared at each other, she could even see an inorganic sense of machinery in those green eyes.He was also a Hydra machine, she should have known.The Winter Soldier was the Winter Soldier again the moment she uttered that string of passwords and treated him like a machine.Even though it was a necessary link, there was no difference in what she was doing in that moment like Hydra.

...but they are not the same after all.Even though at this moment they are all the same orderers for the Winter Soldier, but... time will eventually prove everything.

"No," Dolores turned her head and fastened her seat belt. "This is not an order, it's just a suggestion. You can take it or not. But I suggest you take a good rest now. When we arrive in Gotham, you can Take your pick, I'm sure there's a decent network out there..." She glanced at the Winter Soldier beside her and started the engine, "Now, soldier, fasten your seatbelts—sit tight."

The car roared, and galloped out like an angry beast.

—Towards where the sun is, where the light is.

The author has something to say: Mr. Duo [kind smile.jpg]: Do you speak Russian?

Winter Soldier: ...

Mr. Duo [Continue to be kind.jpg]: Come on, let me teach you.Read it with me, желание (longing) ... ржавчина (rusty) ... семнадцать (seventeen) ...

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☆, 72, The Sword of Themis【Ⅱ】

Anyone who thinks Gotham is a symbol of light must be blind.

Gotham has never had anything to do with the term.There has never been, and there will never be in the future.

Batman stands on the tallest building in Gotham City-Wayne Tower, overlooking the city that belongs to him, a dark city full of crime.

A few months ago, he'd been able to pretend Gotham was getting better, but now he knew he couldn't fool himself.Every day darkness will fall as expected, and every day evil will protrude its tentacles from the underground waterway, carefully covering up the traces of its existence with the sticky black.Evil is the reflection of this city, and people cannot avoid it.

... Scarecrow, Joker, Bane, Two-Face.He thought he had solved everything, but he was far from it.This city is like a poppy flower in full bloom. It is clearly in full bloom, but it still attracts all kinds of lunatics and criminals with its ruined body.

He could feel the surging undercurrent, condensing together silently.

Batman squinted, dormant in silence, waiting for his prey to pass by.He suddenly jumped down from the Wayne Building, the bat cloak silently bulged in the wind, and he flew across the city quietly like a real bat.

When the "prey" he was waiting for found the black figure, it was already too late.

The man took out his gun in horror and wanted to shoot the monster, but his wrist hurt and the gun fell to the ground. Gotham's dark knight had already punched him hard and pressed him against the wall .

"... What are you planning in my city?" A hoarse and deep voice sounded.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He swallowed, never thought that he would have such close contact with Batman, he forced a smile, raised his hands to show his innocence, "... Even Batman can't wrong the innocent, right?"

"A week ago, you came to Gotham from New York City. During this week, you contacted almost all the leaders of criminal gangs—"

"You must be mistaken, sir." The man interrupted Batman. "Criminal gang? I'm just an ordinary businessman."

"Who do you think you are arguing with." Batman stared at him coldly, "I never do useless things. This is my city, and nothing can escape my eyes."

"Isn't that a little too conceited, sir?" He grinned, accidentally touched the wound, and couldn't help frowning, "If you knew everything, you wouldn't have found me. "

Batman's face sank: "... If we can't cooperate well, then I can only use some special means. You know? No one is really invincible... Everyone has weaknesses, and I am the most What he is good at is finding out the opponent's weakness..." He lowered his voice and said something to the opponent.

The man was stunned, his face was a little pale: "...Are you kidding me? Aren't you a superhero?! How can a superhero do this? No—you can't..."

"Perhaps," Batman replied dryly, "our definition of 'superhero' is a little off, and now, it's time to correct them."

……

Regardless of the correction process, the results after correction are very satisfactory.

At least for Batman, this result is satisfying enough.

"...You mean, someone gathered a group of super criminals and asked them to come to Gotham City...for a meeting?" Sergeant Gordon repeated in disbelief, as if he had swallowed a fly, "This group Are the guys collectively going crazy? Why did you choose Gotham?" He scratched his hair in a breakdown, "—don't tell me it's because Gotham is famous in the criminal world. We have been worrying about it for years, and now even these outsiders have to step on it, God!"

"God can't save Gotham," Batman said.

"...Forgive me." Gordon sighed, and he glanced at Batman helplessly, "So what are you going to do?"

"First of all, we need to find out who the organizer is... Gotham City should be put on alert throughout the city, and I need you to pay attention to every suspicious outsider.

"It's not an easy job—I thought we could take a break after getting rid of the clown." Gordon said, a little distressed, "As a result, a bunch of new troubles have come up now."

"It's a big trouble to come here this time. I don't know who will come, but after thinking about it, I know they won't be idle people." Batman said slowly, "Maybe they all once made trouble in a certain place— — but in Gotham, I will never allow them to come and go as masters."

"...hope so," Gordon finally said, staring at Batman, "hope we're all right."

……

"For some reason," Dolores said, "I always have a bad feeling."

The Winter Soldier silently opened a can of coffee and took a sip.

She couldn't help but glanced at him: "Drinking coffee is not good for your health... Are you sleepy? Actually, you can sleep a little longer." She parked the car crookedly in a spacious black passage, and paused for a while , "...I have to change my phone, Winter Soldier, you watch the car—or sleep for a while, anyway, wait for me, don't get out of the car."

He nodded.

Dolores closed the car door and couldn't help but glance at the Winter Soldier again.

...really no problem... right?

It was useless to think too much, so she walked out quickly - buy the mobile phone quickly, and there shouldn't be any problem after solving the matter.

……should.

This is really a beautiful flag.

Dolores held a plastic bag in one hand and put the other in his pocket. He stood not far away with a blank expression and looked at the Winter Soldier sitting in the co-pilot.

Two men in police uniforms were standing in front of the car window and were talking for some reason. At this moment, they followed his line of sight and looked at Dolores, frowning slightly.

"Mr. Police," Dolores walked over, "Excuse me, what's the problem?"

"Is this your car?" One of the overweight police officers frowned.

"……Yes."

"Parking is not allowed in this alley." He said coldly.

"I'm sorry." Dolores replied, "—I'm not a local resident, and I don't know much about Gotham's traffic laws."

"...Come on," the man snorted, "this can't be a reason for you to escape the fine."

"I think you misunderstood me, I didn't want to escape the fine—" She smiled, the plastic bag in her hand hurt her hand, so she had to change her hand, "But I thought it was possible to The parked one—that car over there,” she pointed to a Lamborghini next to it, “has been parked here for a long time”—and you have no intention of getting a fine.Dolores silently added that she could even infer that if she hadn't pointed it out, the two wouldn't have even looked at the two Lamborghinis at all.

Look at the ruts on the ground. If you can't park here, then other cars come here to practice reversing and parking?

"—that's Bruce Wayne's car," the lanky policeman muttered.

Her ear caught a familiar name: "...Bruce Wayne?"

"That's not your concern, girl—" the fat policeman said impatiently, "If you were Bruce Wayne, we could turn a blind eye to you, but you are not, outlander, as I said ,Parking is not allowed here."

Dolores narrowed her eyes: "I think it's not that you can't park, but that you can't let an outsider who doesn't understand the rules of Gotham park."

"—whatever you say." He darkened his face, "You only need to pay the fine."

"That doesn't sound fair." A man's voice came from behind, Bruce Wayne was holding his suit jacket, the whole person was like a nobleman who came out of a story, with a little careless arrogance, "...I never knew parking was not allowed here."

The policeman blushed: "—this is a new regulation."

"Should I ask the director of the Transportation Bureau?" He smiled.

The two policemen looked at each other, and they looked at each other for a while.

"...if you insist." The policeman was a little embarrassed, and there was a little resentment in his eyes that was not easy to detect.He gave Dolores one last look, and the two left the place one after the other.

"Hello—Miss." Bruce looked up at Dolores, with a puzzled expression on his face at the right time, "...Sorry, but I wonder, have we met somewhere?"

"Although I know you're just chatting casually, Mr. Wayne," she nodded coldly, "but we did meet, a few months ago, at the police station."

"..." Wayne showed a slightly surprised expression. Fortunately, he had a good memory and quickly remembered, "—Oh, Miss Hayek. This really shouldn't be... I feel sorry for my rudeness I'm sorry." He apologized, there are such people in this world - obviously he is the one who made the mistake, but when he apologized, people couldn't help but give him points from the bottom of their hearts - no matter what he did, it seemed showing his charm.

Dolores nodded slightly: "...it's nothing."

"Is Ms. Hayek still visiting Gotham this time? Or... is she looking for an answer?" He said softly, his eyes shining with a moving light, "...well, if you need anything Where helping... I would be honored."

She stared at this man, his passionate and handsome face was not hiding an equally passionate soul.On the contrary, this person is very vigilant, with a kind of scrutiny and suspicion towards every outsider.

Bruce Wayne and Batman...

Dolores smiled. "No, I'm here to escape."

"Escape?" Bruce repeated the word oddly.

"Yes, escape." She said calmly, "I offended a group of people—by the way, I abducted one of their valued... Junior, in order to avoid their pursuit, I had to come to Gotham. You know Yes... Gotham is more chaotic, and it is not easy for them to find us—not to mention, no matter how bad it is, isn’t there Batman? He is a person with a strong desire to control, and he should not be able to stand outsiders in his city Unscrupulous...?"

"..." Bruce Controlling Batman Wayne was in a complicated mood for a while.

Dolores bypassed Bruce Wayne, walked to the front of the car, opened the door, and put the plastic bag on the co-pilot Winter Soldier: "There is mineral water in it, you can drink some."

The Winter Soldier watched Dolores quietly, his green eyes reflected Dolores's face like a pool of water.

"—I'll take you to lunch later." She paused, "We'll find a suitable place first."

"If you need to find suitable accommodation," Bruce Wayne said, "why don't you come to me?"

She looked over subconsciously.

The other party waited all day, showing an almost perfect smile.

...the heir of the Wayne family.

Dolores said nothing.

"I'm very happy to provide you, Miss Hayek..." He paused, his eyes quietly crossing the Winter Soldier, "and your boyfriend to provide some help within my ability. To be honest, I really like this kind of men and women who elope for true love... Romance."

——Thanks for what he said.Dolores glanced at the Winter Soldier next to him with a blank face, only to feel that his body was covered with dangerous slogans such as "I'm not a good person, I'm on the road". ...how did Batman figure out that such a guy would elope with her for true love?

She pulled out an awkward smile, feeling that her complexion must be not very good-looking: "...you misunderstood. We are just... a simple relationship between trafficking and being trafficked."

"I like the joke." Bruce Wayne continued, showing a polite smile.

Dolores watched him silently, she seemed to realize that the other party really wanted to help them with accommodation - as for why?It is obvious that the controlling Dark Knight is very vigilant against the two unknown outsiders.

——Having said that, if they don't accept Batman's kindness and live in a place close to his arrangement to accept his scrutiny, will he still find a way to monitor their every move?

... no doubt it will.

—Then what is there to hesitate about?Of course you have to choose to accept his help.

The author has something to say: #多审，一个奇迹的人数据#

Reporter: May I ask what was going on in your mind when you abducted and trafficked the elderly?Have you never regretted it?Is there no trace of guilt?Doesn't your conscience ache? ! !He is a living specimen who witnessed World War II! ! !Do you know what he means to America, whose history is only a few hundred years old?Do you know how much museums need such antique(…) antiques? ! ! !

Winter Soldier: ...? ? ?

Mr. Duo: I don’t know, sorry. 【indifferent】

Captain America: ...Ah Choo!

Curator of an unknown museum [secret stamp]: Is the Winter Soldier for sale?How much is a catty?We need this living specimen... (wait!)

☆, 73, The Sword of Themis【Ⅲ】

Gotham is the site of Batman, just like Metropolis is the site of Superman, and New York is the site of Spiderman, there is no doubt... No, the last one still needs to be questioned. Of course, the international metropolis of New York has more than one Superman. hero.

——Of course, this is not the point. The point is that for Batman, Gotham is not only a place that needs to be protected by him, but also a place that needs to be monitored—he has a strong control over Gotham Desire, this can't blame him, Gotham is different from New York or Metropolis, although there are a few crimes, but generally thriving——

And Gotham, Gotham is struggling.

"Master, you haven't closed your eyes for more than 34 hours." The dedicated butler brought the tea to Bruce Wayne, "...Of course, we all know that this is nothing. Up to 49 hours away from you The record of closing your eyes is still far away—but I have to remind you how unceremoniously you fainted in a social place and were sent to the hospital that time."

Bruce couldn't help rubbing his temples: "...Oh, please-don't mention that, Fu."

"...I will try my best, sir." The gray-haired butler raised his eyebrows, "But I still hope that you can suspend the work at hand. You know, Gotham will not be short of your work for a few hours. It's completely broken."

"Who knows—" Bruce said casually, "...there's a bunch of amazing guys coming to Gotham recently."

He froze a surveillance scene on the computer, zoomed in, and zoomed in again: "Look at this... well, if I remember correctly, this is the murderer of the serial murder in Washington a few years ago... They haven't caught him yet." What about him?"

"Obviously." Alfred said, "...It seems that a group of criminals have come to Gotham? Why, they plan to settle here? —— really discerning."

"...This joke is not funny at all, Fu."

"Maybe you can contact the FBI, this is a good opportunity to get rid of criminals." The butler suggested.

"—Do you really think so?" Bruce said, "What we see now is just the tip of the iceberg floating on the water. They are all insignificant people. I have a hunch that those who have not yet appeared Guys, you are the main messenger of this incident, Ah Fu, I have to be vigilant, even for Gotham..."

"Even if it's for Gotham, I don't want you to carry everything on your own." Alfred interrupted him, "This city doesn't need a martyr—"

"Oh, Fu," Bruce felt helpless, reaching out his hand to try to appease his housekeeper, "...you know, the matter is not so exaggerated. Trust me, everything will be fine, and I will solve all these problems."

He turned his head and stared at the guys who were locked on the screen. Among those guys with fierce eyes and indifferent eyes, the thin girl with black hair and black eyes seemed to be misplaced, and she looked particularly abrupt.

Bruce Wayne's eyes darkened.

……

Growing up, it was not difficult for Dolores to see through a person.

Even if the opponent is Batman, there will be no exception.

She sat on the edge of the bed, thoughtfully "reviewing" what happened today, trying to figure out the psychological dynamics of the dark knight, but suddenly felt her side collapse.

Dolores paused for a moment, then looked up to the side.

The Winter Soldier had just come out of the bathroom, his hair hadn't been wiped yet, water dripped down the ends of his hair, some slipped into his clothes quietly, some rolled onto the sheets, a few strands of hair stuck to his forehead, and the water flowed over him His forehead brushed his eyelashes, he blinked, and Dolores noticed that his eyelashes were also soaked with water, and the glistening water was pressing down on the overwhelmed eyelashes, as if they were about to drop in the next moment. Into the quiet green.

The Winter Soldier stared into Dolores' eyes, and the two looked at each other, motionless.

There was silence in the room.These two people were originally very patient, but at this moment it seemed that they were caught in an inexplicable tug-of-war, and neither of them wanted to speak first.

In the silence, only the drops of water on the Winter Soldier's head were dripping, soaking a large piece of bed sheets.

...Dolores still couldn't hold back: "...what are you doing?"

"I remember," he said, looking at Dolores without blinking.I don't know if it's her illusion, but it seems that she can vaguely see a hint of "seeking praise" from those eyes.

—Honestly, this is a bit surprising.She didn't expect the other party to remember everything so quickly. Could it be that the bodyguard is about to fail like this? ... No, wait.

She frowned: "What do you remember?"

"—I'm Bucky," said the Winter Soldier.

Dolores nodded, waiting for his next words.

"..."

"..."

...a deathly silence.

The two looked at each other, and fell into the weird atmosphere of "you don't move and I don't move".

"……anything else?"

"...More?" The Winter Soldier frowned, somewhat puzzled.

"..."

"..."

"...You mean, you just remembered that your name is 'Bucky', and you can't wait to run out of the bathroom, regardless of whether you have brushed your hair..." Dolores held back, but couldn't bear it.