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"Hey, Barnes?" Farr pointed to the brown-haired boy's backpack strap that had slipped down to his arm. "Your schoolbag is about to fall."

"Oh!" Barnes came back to his senses and put the strap back on his shoulder, "Thank you, you can just call me James."

Farr nodded: "James, you just got out of school? Try not to take this kind of path, it's not safe." He knelt down and tied the hands of the three people who were still unconscious with their coats behind them, "I'll send them Go to the police station and go home quickly."

"Are you alone?" Barnes shook his head disapprovingly, "I'll go with you—at least I can help you guard one of them. And my house is not far from the police station, so I can go straight home later."

Farr loved the teenage soul.

A bright and passionate soul born from a dark and dirty environment.

He threw his mask to Barnes, and the brown-haired boy held it blankly and looked back at him: "Fare?" He blurted out before licking his lips, "Can I call you that?"

"Call me 'White Hart' all you want because of your amazing green eyes. Take it," Farr said, "I guess if I insist on sending them to the police myself, you might come after me .But they mentioned 'the neighborhood' earlier, so there might be some gang behind them, and I don't want you getting retaliated."

"But, what about you?" Barnes quietly pinched the antlers on the mask.

Farr blinked at him: "They can't beat me."

Yes, his new friend is amazing.Barnes thought that he would definitely be able to knock down these three, but it was unlikely to be as easy as Farr.

Maybe he will go home with a little injury, and then his mother will hold him in the living room and give him medicine.

He put the mask on his face and had to readjust the straps on the back of his head. Farr seemed to laugh: "I'll do it."

The blond boy came up behind him to help him retie the knot, and Barnes' hands rested on the sides of the mask, and he felt as if for a few moments he touched Farr's fingers.

Barnes froze and didn't dare to move at all. He could feel the heat rising from his cheeks—in fact, he had also experienced more intimate movements between boys. He didn't know why he reacted this way only in front of new friends, because Is Farge good-looking?

But luckily now he has a mask covering his face.

"All right."

Farr grabbed one with each hand, leaving the thinnest of the three for Barnes.

Detective Jackson of the police station felt a little helpless when he saw Farr's familiar face: "Again?" Then he noticed Farr's mask on the face of a brown-haired boy behind him, "Your companion?"

"My friend who acted in righteousness." Farr patted Barnes on the shoulder, and pushed the boy out, "I will leave the rest to you, Inspector."

"This is my first time at the police station," Barnes said, "but you seem to be getting used to it."

“I also wish I was more familiar with the rest of Brooklyn. I just moved here, and it turns out I know the way to the police station better than the way to school.”

"—I can show you Brooklyn." Barnes thought for a moment, "and my friend, Steve, we all grew up here. Speaking of Steve..." He kind of I was embarrassed, but thinking of my friend being beaten all the time, I still asked, "If possible, can you teach him some self-defense skills? That kid never cares what kind of opponent he faces, and he always ends up with wounds all over his body." Come back. We'll pay you, we both do odd jobs and have a little money saved."

"You paid for it," Farr said. "You weren't the only one who walked by that alley, but you were the only one who rushed in and tried to help me. You also gave me my first friend in Brooklyn, and I Think you are priceless."

This time Barnes was sure he was blushing again.

They exchanged addresses and found that they were not far from each other but in different directions, so they made an appointment to meet at the street basketball court in the east this weekend.

"I'll introduce you to Steve then," Barnes said. "He'll be a good student."

……

Although Brooklyn's overall economic level is not very high, Farr's life is still relatively easy, because he is still a student, so his golden rule is represented as a rich legacy in this world.And the school courses are not difficult for him. He just crosses Harvard, MIT and Columbia University from the list of candidates when he is considering which university to go to.

"She said she didn't want to!"

"Sell your papers! Mind your own business!"

The sound of quarreling came from the passing alley, and Farr stopped to take a look: a very thin, blond, blue-eyed boy was confronting four boys with clenched fists, and behind him was a man who wanted to reduce his sense of existence. Redhead girl.But in fact she was significantly taller than the boy who was protecting her, so it didn't really help.

He also noticed that the girl's posture was awkward, and she was desperately grabbing her skirt with one hand, which might have been torn off by the four of them before.

Farr looked down at his watch. It was still half an hour before the time he and James had agreed upon. He might need to hurry up to resolve this little incident in front of him.

"Come on, boy. Since the pretty lady says she doesn't want to, you shouldn't go any further."

The blond boy approached from the alley, but he looked too thin, more than four people ignored him, even the girl who was forced to retreat shouted: "Run! Go and call the police for us!"

Only the skinny boy asked, "Are you Far Warlock? The White Hart Man?"

Farr was a little surprised: "I am. Have you seen me?"

He was sure that he had never seen the other party before, because this boy also had a very dazzling and tough soul, if he had seen him, he would definitely be impressed.

"Are you still chatting?" Two of the four walked towards Farr, "Think we don't exist? Kid, if you—"

Farr knocked them to the ground with two blows: "If you are strong enough, you can finish the whole sentence." Then he raised his chin and nodded to the other two, "Go together or take your companions and leave? I'm in a hurry, I have an important date."

The two looked at each other, and one of them picked up a downed companion, walked around him carefully, and ran away quickly.

The crisis was resolved in this way, and the girl who had lingering fears cried and laughed: "Thank you for saving me!"

"You don't need to thank me, he was the one who stood up first." Farr turned to the boy who called out his name earlier, "Now that no one interrupts our conversation, may I know your name?"

"Steve, Steve Rogers," Rogers replied, stumbled a little at introducing himself infrequently, and people didn't usually ask his name, even if he had just helped him.

But the angelic blond boy walking towards the sun in front of him noticed him, and he was really as good as his only friend Bucky described.

Maybe he's going to have a second friend.

"Steve?" Farr seemed to know who the teenager was, "I think we have a mutual friend?" He looked at the time again, "We might have to run over."

But before leaving, he untied the headband and handed it to the red-haired girl, and then took off the coat to her, "You may need these."

"Thank you!" The girl put on her coat and turned around to try to reconnect the skirt with a hair tie. She moved quickly, and she also planned to ask for the contact information of the blond boy in the name of thanking—hero save the beauty!What a romantic and classic beginning of love!

But when she turned around, the alley was empty.

At this time, the two blond teenagers were rushing to the street basketball court together. When Steve left, he picked up a stack of bundled newspapers from the ground, and Farr took it over and held it for him: "James did say that you two They all have part-time jobs, is this your job today?"

"Yeah. I was selling newspapers, and then I heard someone screaming, ran into the alley and found four people yelling at the red-haired girl, and she kept begging them to let her go, but..." Steve squeezed I clenched my fist and then relaxed, "Thank you, Farr. This may be the first time I have successfully helped someone who hasn't been beaten."

Steve noticed that the blond boy was always walking half a step in front of him, separating him from the crowd. This was a protective gesture, as Bucky always did.His tone was brisk: "Bucky came to me through the window that night and told me he had a new friend. God, he was so excited. I confirmed five times that he met a boy and not a girl. It was love at first sight."

"He said that even a gangster is invincible in front of you. I didn't fully believe what he said at the time.——But now I believe it." Steve looked at the blond boy's side face again, "It doesn't matter Whether it's about your skill or your beauty, I now believe all of Bucky's descriptions, and those are not exaggerations."

Farr asked, "Bucky?"

"Oh, James, James Buchanan Barnes," Steve said, "he had a nickname Bucky. He was very popular, people always liked him, so it fit him well, no ?"

The person they were talking about was leaning on the iron fence of the basketball court and chatting with the two girls. When they saw the two of them walking over together, they hurriedly ended the conversation and greeted them: "Do you know each other?"

"Just met." Farr smiled, "Bucky? It seems that you and my white deer mask are very suitable, little deer boy."

"Don't—" Barnes covered his face with one hand and glared at his friend: "Oh Steve!" Then he explained to Farr, "I just...wanted to look handsome in front of you, so I didn't tell you You and my nickname."

"You're handsome." The blond boy's brows were curved, and his blue eyes were full of tiny lights. "I usually protect other people, but you, you try to protect me, James."

The two of them stared intently at each other, leaving Steve with arms folded and eyebrow raised, eyes darting from his buddy Bucky's red ears to the upturn of Farr's lips and back to Bucky's flushed cheeks.

He felt it was accurate for Farr to refer to the meeting with Bucky by "important date".

I also feel that I am a bit redundant.

Author has something to say :patch:

Before the universe was completely merged, Farr was trying to retrieve his memory.

That is to say, whether it is a few people who have appeared before or will appear in the future, they have already fallen in love with him on the real timeline, and they are all in the past tense, and they are his memories, which he cannot control (manually) highlight)

(Super low voice) And he talked about it when he lost his memory many times, so in his memory it basically looks like first love.Shura field will be more miserable (bushi)