[Zhongyingmei] Who is my father?

At the end of the day, in order to get rid of the title of "scumbag" on his head, Joyce had to bear the burden of humiliation and agreed to Deadpool's unreasonable request that he had to cook for him.

Since they are two out-and-out takeoutists on weekdays, they never had a chance to start a fire.There's nothing in their apartment other than the shell of the kitchen, and Bucky doesn't even find a single plate and matching cutlery in the cupboard.This obviously limited Chef Joe's performance, so it was quickly regarded as the number one event so far, and they pulled each other to the supermarket a block away under Joyce's eyes that could almost turn the sky.

Before this, they had never had such a grand event as going to the supermarket with either of them, but even thinking about it with their toes, it was definitely a complete disaster.So much so that Joyce had to be mentally prepared for anything to happen in advance, and silently said sorry to the supermarket they were about to go to.

I'm taking two plague gods over, forgive me.

And as Joyce expected, the moment the three of them entered the door, the Winter Soldier had already sped out like a wild horse, heading straight for the... milk in the refrigerator.Deadpool followed closely behind and plunged headlong into the meat section, his eyes shining brightly, as if he really wanted to empty the entire supermarket, it was too embarrassing to watch.

The ex-killer couldn't bear to look directly and closed his eyes.

Who is he, where is he, and why would he be roommates with such a thing.

"Hani Hani!"

While freeing himself, of course he will not forget to share his joy with his roommates.Deadpool lay on the freezer for a long while, and jumped over with a leg of lamb in one hand and a steak in the other. He was so happy that he almost poked the food directly in Joyce's face: "Which one do you think is better for us to eat tonight? Or buy them both?" go back?"

"...You're really so sure I can do it."

Until now, I still don't understand where Wade's confidence in him comes from. Joyce, who still hasn't dared to try something he made until now, is very puzzled.After all, he didn't learn this skill accurately, but inherited it from Zero. As for what that guy can do, Joyce felt that unless his mind was broken, he would never dare to have any expectations.

"Also, why don't you let Bucky do it for you." Taking the lamb leg from the other party and putting it in the shopping cart, the former killer classmate had a sad face: "I'm sure his level is much higher than mine. "

"Why?" Deadpool admitted that he was a little curious about it.

"Have you heard of Hydra's 'Winter Training'?"

Joyce asked.And after the other party shook his head in confusion, he showed an expression of "that's good, I can start talking nonsense", and lowered his voice mysteriously: "Every winter, all the agents of different branches are sent to Siberia. Participate in extreme training. Running with heavy loads on the snow field for a day is basically useless, so the only winter soldier who can still stand can only be responsible for the food for all of us, otherwise his team will be killed due to lack of calories and mobility. Others will kill him. And if he loses in the training, the head of the division that keeps the Winter Soldier will lock him into the kitchen, and he will not be allowed to come out until he has cooked enough food for the entire base, and he must be in time for the meal."

"Is it so miserable?" Immediately awed by Bucky's tragic past, Deadpool blinked blankly: "There are so many people in the whole base, how long will he have to work?"

"At least two or three hours, even at the speed of a super killer."

"Oh my god, Hydra is not a thing!!" Wade clenched his fists, his eyes filled with sincere shock and sympathy: "They have a whole team just to hand the Winter Soldier guns, but they let The Winter Soldier cooks for them, how can they do that?!"

Joyce nodded, and was about to agree with a sad expression when an unhappy voice came from behind them.

"Who asked me to cook?"

Carrying a carton of milk, he strode towards the two from between the two rows of shelves.Bucky's face was almost condensed into a substantial cloud, and his gaze towards Joyce easily showed that he basically listened to the gibberish he just said.

"During the 'Winter Training', everyone brought their own military rations, and I don't need to be responsible for the food. Only you insist that I make a fire and grill fish for you."

Annoyed at the mention of it, Bucky dropped the milk crate into the cart basket with a loud bang.But each of them knew that he wanted to smash it in Joyce's face more: "As a result, several bears were attracted by the firelight, and you killed them all for dinner for the entire base, so why did I become the cook?" gone?"

Think he has been brainwashed so that he can make up random things to donkey him?Doesn't your conscience ache? !

...So you remember.

The whole face was full of sincere regret, Joyce curled his lips, pretending that he didn't see Deadpool's expression of "I really believe in your evil", silently turned his head away and didn't speak.

Apart from the daily deception and tearing down of each other, the trip to the supermarket was generally smooth.Joyce watched melancholy as Deadpool picked up a bunch of things that would last them until next week and happily went to check out, while Bucky stood aside with his hands clapped, neither stopping nor helping him carry a little.It seemed that he didn't remember his non-human personality until this time, as long as his face sank a little, the aura of the Winter Soldier swept within a radius of five meters.Except for the two perverts who lived with him, basically everyone chose to bypass this cold current from Siberia wisely.

Looking at the cash register line that became empty in an instant, Joyce felt that this was indeed a very great and practical skill.

"Let me ask you one last time, do you really want to eat what I made?"

Holding the paper bag that could almost cover his sight, Joyce asked again before walking out of the supermarket, as if he wanted to make sure that Deadpool would not change his mind.

"It doesn't matter, no matter what you make, I will eat it." Deadpool patted his belly, reassuring the other party: "Anyway, I won't eat dead people."

...it is.

Joyce choked on him, not knowing what to answer.Compared with the entanglement in the roommate's heart that can almost be tied into a knot, Deadpool's idea is very simple: I will also be fed by Hani in the future, let's see how that little beast Alice shows off with me again, hum!

Following behind the two of them like wandering spirits, they seem to be able to read each other's thoughts.Sergeant Barnes, who knew everything, looked away complicatedly, not wanting to make any comments on this strange breed that competes with cats.

This is no longer a brain pit.

Obviously there is a brain in the pit.

Although Deadpool said he didn't mind, Joyce, who was unsure about practicing his kitchen skills for the first time, took the two of them to the Starbucks he often went to.In case he really blew up the kitchen, the three of them starved and passed out at the same time in the apartment and no one cared about them.In front of the counter, he ordered Frappuccinos and croissants for each of them. He originally wanted to order sandwiches, but after thinking about the pile of fresh food in the paper bag that was several times the amount of food for the three of them, the former killer He silently closed his mouth again, signaling to the waiting order service staff that this was all there was to say, not enough to say.

"Aren't you alone today?"

He was already very familiar with Joyce, but this was the first time he had seen him walk in with two people at the same time.The Starbucks brother glanced at Deadpool and Bucky who were paralyzed on chairs not far away, as well as the large and small supermarket food paper bags around them, and asked curiously: "Are friends here for dinner?"

"Dining with roommates." Joyce replied blankly.And this sentence touched which switch, he could clearly see that the person in front of him was stunned for a while, his gaze became subtle, and his voice suddenly rose.

"You live together?"

The brain was apparently spinning so fast that even Joyce could hear the rumble of it spinning.The Starbucks brother looked at the other party's handsome face, then at the equally eye-catching Winter Soldier and Deadpool, and smiled apologetically:

"Sorry, I shouldn't have made such a fuss. The world is not so conservative anymore. If you like it, three people are fine. It will always stabilize anyway, right?"

The air at the bar seemed to freeze.Joyce's face was dull, and he heard the other party clear his throat, lower his head and mutter to himself in a voice he thought he couldn't hear (but unfortunately he could).

"I thought you didn't have a partner, so you always come alone. Is it because you can't bring two people out at the same time? It seems that I really have no chance at all."

Joyce: "..."

Why is your thinking so avant-garde? It makes him feel wrong no matter how he explains it, okay? !

As a result, it was hard to say how he should react to this. Joyce remained in a mentally shocked state until he swayed in front of his roommates with three drinks, and almost poured the entire Frappuccino on the Winter Soldier. on the forehead.

"What's the matter with you?" At the critical moment, he firmly supported the opponent's elbow and saved his hair.Bucky gave him a surprised look.After thinking about it, the other party's state began when he ordered an order, and his eyes sharpened suddenly: "Is there something wrong with the man who collected the money?"

……probably.

Don't want to do anything but roll your eyes.Joyce, who was regarded as a threesome lover, sighed vicissitudes of life. Just about to question the other party silently, it is so strange that the Winter Soldier can make a pair with him even if he is as hot-eyed as Wade. taste.In the next second, the loud sound of glass breaking suddenly appeared around him, which made him want to raise his middle finger at this fucking world even more.

"Crash-"

Just when none of the three of them thought about it, a black shadow suddenly smashed into the glass wall next to them and knocked down a large piece of tables and chairs. It looked like they were kicked in directly from the street.And before they could see what the other person looked like, the man had climbed up firmly from the ground, disappeared from the spot in a flash, and appeared directly behind Joyce, who was closest to him, so fast that no one had time Stretching out his hand to stop him, he grabbed his throat from behind, using him as a shield in front of himself, facing the two figures outside the store from far to near.

"Stay where you are, Wolverine, Quicksilver!" The man yelled viciously, "If you move again, I'll kill this civilian!!"

Oh, civilians, right?

After hearing what he said, the Winter Soldier sat down again: "..."

Deadpool, who was stunned for a long time: "..."

And Joe Civilian Iss, who was taken hostage: "..."

The grass on the grave of the last person with such a short-sighted person was more than three meters high, you know?