[Team America] Brooklyn Warm Winter

Facing the plot out of control, Rachel quickly wiped away her tears and stood firm. Since she knew the future again, why didn't she change him?It can't be that all the future is dark, there is always light waiting for her - and now, she needs to break the news to Tony.

"Jarvis, help me contact Tony."

"Okay, miss."

There was a sound like a phone being connected, and Tony's vague voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hey sweetheart, don't tell me you started thinking about me just after I left..."

But Rachel interrupted him before he could speak: "Tony, I have something I need to show you."

Rachel operated the mobile phone and sent the forum URL to Tony.

Tony uttered a questioning monosyllable inexplicably, and the interface of the website appeared in the helmet. He quickly read the content of the website, and his expression became more and more serious.

"Cap—" Tony yelled, and Steve, who was leading the way, turned around and looked at him suspiciously, "Give that base to Natasha and the others, we need to make a detour!"

"I don't mind if you think about your explanation now. There is no concealment or omission." Tony's tone was firm and unassailable. If anyone could see it, they would see his unprecedented serious expression. After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly .

Rachel was holding the phone that had been hung up, and her eyes were dim. Even though she knew that Jarvis was Tony's smart butler, she couldn't help but ask, "Jarvis, do you think I'm wrong?"

"Mr. Rogers is a great fighter," Jarvis suddenly said on a seemingly irrelevant topic, his tone still gentle and kind, "he has a very correct sentence, stand firm on everything you think cannot be backed down, and give way to those who block you."

"Be firm on everything you think you can't back down..." Rachel murmured, lost in thought, she thought of Bucky's tenderness and consideration when he knew him, Zemo's appearance when he played his wife's message repeatedly, and the black man A mother's calm indictment to Tony after the loss of her son.

She is a little dazed, you can tell how selfless she is, but in the end, everything she does is for her own desires, watching the world being subverted by her, like the master of the world, she doesn't know what she has However, she has only been here for a few months, and she has no sense of belonging at all. ——She suddenly remembered the kiss with Bucky in the wooden house, the soft touch of her lips, and her heart inevitably felt a dull pain.

——She thought of the warmth of his palms when he held hands with her, and closed her eyes. If there is anything in this world that is worth her to insist on not giving in, it is only him, only Bucky Barnes, no matter what method is used , she wants to let him live.

"Thank you, Jarvis."

"You're welcome, it's a pleasure to serve you, miss."

Rachel smiled, she suddenly felt dizzy, and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Miss?" Jarvis asked aloud, but no one answered.

Rachel woke up faintly, the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window shone on her eyelids, forcing her to open her eyes, she vaguely heard the sound of arguing outside the house, and then the door was pushed, she turned her head to the direction of the door, but It was found that the visitor didn't seem to notice her existence, and the tall body passed directly through her.

"I hope you can explain what happened today, Bucky." The man said sternly.

Only then did Rachel notice that she was lying on the ground, but what she cared more about was the familiar name. She quickly sat up and looked in the direction the man was walking.He was facing a young boy, and because of the angle, the man just blocked the boy's appearance, which made Rachel frown and had to stand up completely and walk over.

——Because she often dreamed of Bucky's memory, she quickly judged that this place was not reality.

"I'm just teaching him that he shouldn't bully the weak." The boy struggled with his voice that was changing, and Rachel saw his appearance.

The age is about 15 years old, the height is still some distance from the future, and the still childish face is full of stubbornness and disbelief.

"In order to prevent him from bullying the weak, you bully him who is weaker than you!?" The man roared angrily.

"It's wrong that he's not me!!" the boy yelled back.

Rachel remembered the man's identity. She had dreamed about this man. He was Bucky's father. Back then, Bucky went to join the army behind his back. His father didn't know about his son until everything was settled. What did he do, he threw Bucky out of the house in a rage and vowed to disown him.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with his father's approach. There is no eye for artillery fire on the battlefield. No one would think that Bucky's family still has a father waiting for him to bypass his life, and their family is not like poor people. The family needs war to change life, why can't you stay at home and not go to the battlefield to worry your family?

There was a crisp slap, and Rachel came back to her senses. Bucky covered his face and still stared at his father stubbornly. His eyes and nose were a little red, but he didn't say anything, just stared at him with his eyes. Looking at his father, he said that he would not back down even a single step.

"Get out! Get out of here and reflect on yourself!" The man waved his big hand and pointed to the door. Bucky looked at him quietly for a few more seconds, licked his wet and dry lips, and his thin lips were tightly pressed into lines. Putting his face down, he quickly got off the bed and left the room without looking back.

Rachel hurriedly followed, and she watched Bucky run a long way, flash into an abandoned building, and nimbly climb to the top floor.

It was night now, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse in the black sky, and the breeze was blowing on his not-so-strong body, because he was going out with his father, he didn't even bring a coat.

Rachel stood behind him and wanted to comfort him, but she was helpless because she was in a dream. She walked over quietly and put her hand on his shoulder lightly, but the boy was startled and turned his head to look at him suddenly .

Rachel was also taken aback. She saw her figure in his pupils, but they couldn't see her just now!Here is a dream!

"Who are you?" The young Bucky looked at Rachel warily. He should have slapped her hand away, but he didn't want to. He had a subconscious affection for this strange woman in front of him.

Rachel quickly regained her composure. She withdrew her hands and lifted her skirt and sat next to the boy, missing his disappointed eyes.

"I'm your patron saint." Rachel said without blushing and heartbeat, and successfully got the boy's contemptuous gaze. With such a bad excuse, he didn't believe that there was a Santa Claus in the world when he was six years old.

The boy was not happy at all, and he was even more unhappy when he met such a person who ran out of nowhere to run the train. He put his hands on his knees and turned his head away from her.

Rachel put her hand on the back of his cool hand, looked at the little stars in the sky, and asked him casually: "It's so late, why don't you go home?"

"It has nothing to do with you." The boy replied to her in a muffled voice. He wanted to pull his hand out of her hand, but his will firmly controlled him so that he could not move. If he hadn't clearly seen that he was unwilling to pull out his hand, he would definitely Thinking that the woman in front of him was a witch, a cunning witch, even he didn't believe it.

"Hmm...let me guess," she didn't seem to care about Bucky's reaction, and said to herself, "You had a fight with your father, didn't you?"

The boy looked back at her in surprise. Even though there were only a few reasons for not going home, he was still surprised by her correct rate.

"Why did you quarrel with him?" she continued to ask.

The boy snorted, but still didn't answer.

"Because you got into a fight with someone else?"

The boy was really shocked this time, the woman guessed it right twice, and he was pretty sure there was no third person around when they were arguing!

"Why are you fighting with others?"

The boy seemed to have understood that if he didn't answer, she would continue talking. He raised his head and stared at the smiling woman with a harmless gaze, before speaking in self-defeating manner.

"Because they're not supposed to bully people."

"Who did they bully?"

"You don't even know me, Steve, that guy is like a fool, every time he gets hit, he won't fight back, I just help him get revenge." The boy said stubbornly, and he stared at Rachel. It seemed that as long as Rachel refuted him, he would immediately give her a good look.

"But fighting won't help your friend, Bucky, the person who bullies him will only hate him even more after being bullied by you, and hate you too. He will feel that he is not strong enough to be bullied, so he wants more Get stronger by bullying others."

The boy was a little dazed by her words, he subconsciously wanted to refute her, but he opened his mouth but was speechless.

"If you had great power, what would you do?" Rachel asked again.

"Protect others from being bullied..." the boy replied sullenly.

"Protection and bullying are contrary to each other. You want to protect because of bullying, but if you choose to bully because of protection, then you are no different from the original bully."

"..."

After a while, he spoke again, his tone a little depressed: "Am I very bad?"

"No, Bucky, you are not bad. Everyone has a young age, and your starting point is too good to be rejected."

"But in my father's eyes, I'm just a bastard, and he only cares about my brothers."

"Believe that he loves you, you should learn to bow your head to important people properly, and don't hurt their hearts with stubbornness."

"What's your name?" The boy asked with his clear eyes, staring at her seriously.

"Rachel, my name is Rachel." Rachel stretched out her arms and embraced the boy's head, her slender hands gently stroking the boy's short hair that wasn't smooth at all.

In her embrace, the boy felt the warm body temperature under the thin cloth, he suddenly felt a little sleepy, gradually closed his eyes, and vaguely heard her whispering, "I love you."

The human feet in Rachel's arms gradually changed, his figure began to elongate, his young face began to become clear and handsome, and then from handsome to tough and mature, and then fine lines slowly climbed up his face, the beautiful hair His brown hair faded to a snowy white.Rachel's eyes were full of love from beginning to end, she leaned down, pecked his dry lips lightly, and murmured again: "I love you..."

The old man slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with the vicissitudes and tenacity of going through hardships. He could vaguely see the suave, confident and free and easy youth. He stretched out his thin hands and gently stroked Rachel's youthful face. Tears gathered unconsciously in some cloudy eyes, and he still looked at her firmly with eyes full of love, his voice seemed hoarse and unbearable, but it was more calm and affectionate than childish.

"I love you too, Rachel."

The author has something to say: let the dog blood come more violently! ╰(*?︶`*)╯

...I may be useless, the writing can't keep up with the brain hole qaq

Let me tell you a joke--

My friend recently called out to learn how to tease girls, and invited me to be the subject of the experiment. She contemplated for a long time before she gave a "affectionate" look, and said softly, "I got something in my eye, and that thing is you."

--I…….

"...Should I say that I am not a thing now, or should I ask what I am in your eyes."

Either he can't get off the list in this life, or I can't get off the list in my life.