How the Good and the Villain Saved Each Other

Fortunately or unfortunately, the Winter Soldier's debut after joining the Avengers ended without a problem. The protected object Matthew Sward and the bound Russian female agent were escorted back to the United States by plane and accepted the joint cooperation of the FBI and the Department of Defense. investigation, and the four Avengers who came to Tel Aviv on a mission will also set off on their way home this midnight.

"Bucky, we have to go back to the United States tonight, do you want to go out together and buy some souvenirs to take back?" Steve suggested enthusiastically, the blue eyes flashed and flashed like before, but the Winter Soldier just felt that there was something wrong. Where is the violation.

"What's wrong?" Steve asked with concern, the Winter Soldier tilted his head, the person in front of him obviously had Steve's face and figure, and even looked the same when he looked at him, but what was there? What's wrong?

"Nothing," he shook his head, counting with his fingers, "I've bought everything for you and Hawkeye, and I'm missing Loki, Tony, Natasha, and Bruce—oh, and Falcon. "Whether it's intentional or not, his brain always misses that guy.

"We can go to the East Side of Tel Aviv, there are a lot of things that girls are used to, and Natasha will like it." Steve smiled and said, "I just called to rent a Harley. Hurry back before dark."

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The Winter Soldier knew that Steve liked Harley. He stood in front of the French windows of the Avengers Building more than once, watching the man gallop away on a pure black Harley motorcycle. Now, he and Steve were riding a motorcycle together. With the roar of the accelerator, we passed through the bustling traffic and people, and drove along the long coastline to the east of Tel Aviv.

The sea water is very blue, like the most beautiful cornflower petals, but also very clear, like the brightest glass, seabirds with pure white wings like waves are spreading their wings on this blue and clear sea, soaring with the wind, the Winter Soldier Then let go of the hand on Steve's waist, and took off the helmet and tucked it under his armpit. The sea breeze brushed against his face and messed up his already messy hair.On the beach, a half-grown child was chasing his beloved pet dog and running non-stop. The pure joy exuded also stained the Winter Soldier's heart, making him lean forward slightly involuntarily, and put his forehead on Steve husband's solid back.

Harley made a corner almost imperceptibly, and then drove forward steadily again. The Winter Soldier looked sideways, and on the beach, there were many naked bodies shining in the sun, dazzling like diamonds.

But none of you can compare to Steve, the Winter Soldier thought wildly, he is the sun, and everything in this world exists because of the sun.

The locomotive drifted away from the beach, leaving behind the laughter and the thoughts of the Winter Soldier. They passed through several bustling streets and alleys, and then turned into a downtown area, where they were forced to stop by dense small shops. in the corner.

"It seems that we can only leave it here." Steve patted Harley's front helplessly.

"It's so beautiful—" said the Winter Soldier, stroking the shiny all-metal exterior and leather seats.

"It's beautiful," Steve said with a touch of perfunctory in his tone, "but we have to hurry up, or we won't be able to make it back on time. I know there's a shop that makes handcrafted knives in front of you, right at the end of the alley." end."

As he said this, he reached out to put his hand on the shoulder of the Winter Soldier, but he didn't expect that the opponent's mechanical arm suddenly exerted force, grabbed his wrist like a steel pliers, and slammed into the wall with all his strength, with blue arcs flashing. □Dropped from the cuff and fell to the ground.

"When did you find out?" When he asked this sentence, the disguised "Steve" still looked at the Winter Soldier with those blue eyes, but his voice became low and hoarse, which was obviously his original tone—— —Master of Imitation, the Hydra trainer who once slipped away from Iron Man.

"From the very beginning." The Winter Soldier replied calmly, but the strength in his hand did not weaken at all, "The moment you walked towards me, I knew you were not him."

"Don't be bluffing in front of me, you didn't see a thing when I was Masters." The Mimic Master squinted, and no one could question his superb disguise ability, no one!

The Winter Soldier frowned inwardly. He really didn't expect that his big, silly-looking partner was pretended by Hydra.

"I was going to hit you on the gambling boat," the impersonator continued into Captain America's face, with a certain nervous madness in his blue eyes. The agents teamed up, she took her flash drive and the gambler scientist, I took you, but the guy in the stars and stripes is following you too closely—are you a milk baby who needs to be suckled at any time?"

As he spoke, he suddenly became fierce, bent his knees and slammed into the lower abdomen of the Winter Soldier, and threw another leg whip while the opponent took a step back to dodge, but was easily blocked by the metal arm, so he had to quickly duck down to avoid the Winter Soldier Sweeping the fist, he didn't want to be caught by the opponent's arm and threw a back throw. After barely getting up, he was pressed against the wall.The Hydra instructor still wanted to struggle, but felt a gust of wind in the back of his head. He turned his head and saw the Winter Soldier punching hard on the wall on the side of his head. The poor wall was instantly punched with a big hole.

"If you imitate him in front of me, you will only lose faster - Steve Rogers is unique." Winter Soldier sneered, would anyone be more familiar with that person's fighting routines than him?

The master imitator shrugged, obediently raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and at this moment——

"Bucky—" A familiar voice came from the side, and this time it was undoubtedly Captain America himself.

The Hydra instructor raised his eyebrows: "I have clearly interfered with all electronic signals within a two-meter radius of you, how did he get here?"

The Winter Soldier didn't answer, maybe Stark secretly installed some high-tech tracker on him, who knows?There is nothing wrong with Steve finding him, anyway, the real purpose of his trip to Tel Aviv has been achieved, and he can help him escort the mission target back to the Union Building.

The master imitator suddenly smiled, a smile that looked weird on Steve's straight face.

"You think that's going to catch me?" he hissed, sounding like a reptilian voice, "It's not that easy, Winter Soldier, if you weren't so tragically frozen over and over again, you would definitely be able to Hear my name—I'm a chameleon."

As he said this, he suddenly began to change under the grip of the Winter Soldier. The scene was a bit weird and disgusting. His whole body was like a piece of soft plasticine—Captain America's eyes, nose, and lips were watched by a pair of eyes. The missing hand was quickly wiped away, replaced by another face, another body.But in the blink of an eye, a new Winter Soldier appeared in front of his genuine version, and even the blue pupils before had turned into the same gray-green as the Winter Soldier.

"It looks a lot like that," said the Mimic Master slyly, even in a voice that sounded like the Winter Soldier's. "Guess if your American sweetheart recognizes you—oh, here he is."

Sure enough, the footsteps approached quickly, then stopped, and a hesitant voice came from behind: "Bucky?"

"Steve." The two winter soldiers turned their heads in unison, with the same clothes and the same face, but one was fierce and the other was full of grievances.

"Fuck, what's going on here? Is there something wrong with my eyes?" Hawkeye, who came with Captain America, twitched his mouth, "Why are there two Winter Soldier?"

Steve calmed down quickly. He looked back and forth between the two Buckies in front of him. It took only a few breaths to make a judgment. that one.

"Steve!" The other party stared round with green eyes, as if shocked by the betrayal of an old friend, "He is the fake!"

Captain America gave him a cold look, then mercilessly punched him in the face.

"Hiss, the strike is really ruthless," the imitation master raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face changed again with this movement, this time it was a very ordinary white male face, "you are so sure What if you choose the wrong one?"

"No way, Bucky is unique," Steve said emphatically. "I know him, and I'll never be wrong."

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"He pretended to be Masters and lied to us that you were taken away, and he also provided a license plate number to mislead us," Steve sat next to the Winter Soldier on the plane, telling him about the measurement of the master of imitation, his tone still He was quite worried, as if he hadn't recovered from the panic of losing Bucky, "Fortunately, I asked Tony to install a tracking device in your metal arm, and activated it as soon as I realized that your communicator was being jammed. "

He moved unnaturally in his seat, and glanced at the Winter Soldier cautiously: "I know it's wrong, you are a free man and should not be subject to any surveillance, but I—but I really don't want to take you lost."

The Winter Soldier sighed, no one could be mad at a big golden retriever looking down, look at his drooping tail.

"Don't worry," he said, reaching out his human arm to stroke Steve's side reassuringly. "I'm strong, and I won't disappear suddenly."

His green eyes are still so bright, but there seems to be something in them, something that he has been covering up and now giving up, Steve thinks he should be able to understand, but his brain just goes blank at this moment.

"Are you sleepy?" he stammered, sure he was doing no better than those fawns pinned to the ground by blinding headlights on a highway at night, and he had no idea why he wanted to. Diverting from the original topic, why did the surrounding air become unbearably hot.

The two beautiful green stars suddenly dimmed.

"Yes, I think I'm sleepy." Their owner replied blankly, then neatly put down the leather seat and lay down curled up, leaving his buttocks to his best friend mercilessly. "Good night" also grudgingly said.

Steve didn't feel wronged, because he knew instinctively that he had done something wrong to upset Bucky.Bucky has been recovering well, but those cruel years still left indelible scars on him. He is no longer as talkative as he was 70 years ago, when Bucky was a small talker, especially after drinking. After drinking, he could flirt with the girls, discuss politics with the guys, and talk to the bartender about the latest street gossip, and whenever Steve did something that didn't go his way, he would use a Complaining all day long, until Steve hugged his head and admitted his mistake, he reluctantly gave up.

How much he hated Bucky's chatter in the past, and how much he misses it now.Bucky no longer likes to talk, which means that he is no longer willing to let others participate in his world. Compared with talking to people, he prefers to be alone. He often looks like a small animal who has been wronged but has to swallow his anger. Lying alone on the window sill and looking into the distance, people can't help feeling pity.

I must be the worst crush in the world, Steve stared at Bucky's back and smiled wryly, he watched it for a while, and after making sure that the man was fully asleep, he carefully put the blanket that had slipped off him back on. Pull it up, and took the opportunity to secretly kiss the top of the other's hair, good night, Bucky, may you have a sweet dream——

In fact, the Winter Soldier was really dreaming. He dreamed of a peaceful afternoon, a spacious room, the sunlight pouring in through the huge, well-lit glass windows, making people sleepy lazily. Holding a paintbrush, while sketching on the drawing board, she winked at the female model who was posing in front of her.

can i drawThe Winter Soldier was thinking dazedly, but since Steve can draw, maybe I can.But he obviously doesn't have any artistic talent, what appears on the drawing paper is not a graceful beauty, but an ugly stickman with only a skeleton.

"The concept of art doesn't really enter your head at all, Bucky," came Steve's voice, and then he leaned over to the Winter Soldier, frowning at his "masterpiece."Although this Steve was as good-looking as now, he was small, weak, and his voice was soft, but the Winter Soldier knew he was Steve.

"No," he saw himself turning his head and showing a bright smile to little Steve, then rolled his eyes and winked at the female model, "She is art in her own right, and I am looking forward to a more 'in-depth' Appreciate her."

"It seems that you have found an interesting way to show your appreciation." Steve shook his head at the eerie painting, "I don't know that lady, after seeing yourself in your pen, , would I still want to date you?"

"Tacky, you're talking to the next Picasso." Faced with his best friend's joke, Bucky in the dream replied proudly, and Steve was not to be outdone: "It seems that what you said is completely correct—— — 'Art is dead'."

Just when they were enjoying the phrase "art is dead", a male student suddenly rushed into the classroom.

"The President has declared war on Germany," he said breathlessly. "We're going to war."

There was silence in the classroom, even the "rustling" sound of the brush falling on the paper stopped.

"How do you know?" Steve asked, his voice like a pebble thrown on a dead lake.

"There is a conscription poster posted on the bulletin board. If you don't believe me, you can see it yourself." The male student replied, and Steve actually put down the brushes and paints in his hand, and rushed out the door like a cannon fired.

"Hey, put on my coat first—" In the dream, the Winter Soldier grabbed Steve's arm and let him slam into his arms with a "boom". The little thing just reached the height of his chin, He hugged it softly, and he even felt that he could smell the pleasant fragrance from that light blonde hair.

"Got it! Got it!" Little Steve muttered impatiently, put the windbreaker on his body perfunctorily, and then quickly rushed down the stairs holding his hand.

The trench coat was nice, much better looking than Steve's sport coats, and Loki was right, Captain America had the good looks of a Greek god, but he had terrible taste in clothes.Those were the only thoughts the Winter Soldier had on his mind before he sank completely into sleepy sleep...