Lynn doesn't speak

The Winter Soldier is well aware that Captain America has been watching him worriedly before stepping off the Quinjet.

It's not a while since he did this.In fact, ever since receiving Holmes's communication in Stark Tower, Steve has found various reasons to stay around him, or stand behind him and cast a look full of sadness and worry, as if He may be overwhelmed at any time and anywhere, and do things that no one wants to see, which makes Bucky rarely feel a little bit out of control of his temper recently.

So, in retaliation, he silenced Steve's several hints that he wanted to talk to him, only to intensify the situation—by the end, he even had to frown slightly, and the captain's expression looked When I woke up, I was so sad that I wanted to cry for him.

I'm just going to a funeral, not that I'm going to have one.

Thinking so annoyed, the Winter Soldier stood up blankly and walked out of the cabin.He didn't even notice that he had left several fingerprints on the armrest of the cabin door. The force was so great that he almost twisted the row of metal into a pile of scrap iron.

Only Steve who accompanied him was left, and the black widow sitting in the cab looked at each other.

"Old Popsicle, did you tell him about him and Lynn?"

Wearing Iron Man armor and landed next to the Quinjet machine, Tony lifted his mask to reveal his face. After seeing Steve shaking his head helplessly, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "Then why are you so angry?"

"Maybe I felt something instinctively."

Walking out from behind the captain, he glanced at the cold back of the Winter Soldier.Black Widow patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him intimately: "He's not angry with you, don't think about it."

"...Thank you, Natasha."

It's hard to tell if the look on Steve's face right now is because he's worried about Bucky, or saddened by Lynn's sad news, or maybe both.He wiped his face and cleaned up his complicated mood.After all, they were in a strange place, and Bucky definitely needed him, and Steve felt it was necessary to stay by his old friend's side until he left here—at least until the funeral was over.

Soon, however, this plan is shattered by some Mr. Three-piece suit pacing from the church.

"Will you bear Lynn's coffin, Sergeant Barnes?"

Still holding his little black umbrella in his hand, Mycroft asked, looking straight into the Winter Soldier's cold eyes, and Steve just wanted to hit his head with the shield now.But before he made any rude moves, Bucky nodded and agreed without any hesitation.

The funeral went well.

Lynn Morris was buried in a secluded corner of Highgate Cemetery in London.Surrounded by low but luxuriant trees, thrushes inhabit the treetops, occasionally dotted with brilliant wisteria flowers, it is a very suitable resting place.Every day, the sunrise and sunset can be reflected in front of the tombstone, and with the gorgeous sunset, they cast long, long shadows on the ground.

The wind blowing from the deep forest passed over the cheeks, gentle and lingering, as if someone caressed the eyebrows and eyes inch by inch in the middle of the night.Bucky stood next to the pure white coffin, watching the dappled light and shadow that occasionally leaked from his fingertips, and curled up vainly, but he couldn't hold a trace of familiar warmth no matter what.

He suddenly felt cold.

It was as if he was still standing in the 70-year-long wind and snow, the road ahead was dark, and there were helpless cold currents in all directions, condensing every still beating heart into frost.The world of the Winter Soldier will always be the barren snowfield of Siberia. Perhaps someone once turned this place into fertile soil, sowing a hot and scorching midsummer.But now, the extreme night is getting brighter, and he can't find a way to go home.

In the distance, a distant and vague bell rang.With the closing prayer of the pastor, it floats in the air, blends into the sunshine, and arrives at the heaven where the pilgrims will eventually go.

The time for farewell has come.

Following the priest's instructions, Bucky silently bent over and lifted a corner of the coffin.However, at the moment when his left hand was exerting force, he suddenly frowned slightly, a trace of confusion flashed across his eyes, and he involuntarily looked at the other coffin bearer beside him, just in time to see that he also raised his head, with a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. radian.

'Watch your southeast. '

Like a child secretly sharing a secret.Sherlock Holmes moved his lips but didn't make a sound, but he knew that Bucky would be able to read it in an instant.

The coffin was lifted slowly, filling all the distance between them, and also blocking the dark-haired detective's eyes that didn't understand.The Winter Soldier pursed his lips slightly, and followed the priest's guidance forward, brushing past the sunlight falling from the canopy above his head.He walked very slowly and steadily, and the coffin on his left shoulder seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties, yet light as a feather.At the same time, those machines that are connected to the skin and flesh seem to have life, greedily absorbing every trace of temperature in the air, trying to keep the cold metal warm.

The journey from the church to the cemetery is not too long.

Soon, the coffin entered the cave, and handfuls of soil were scattered to cover the pure white coffin.The pastor read the eulogy in a low voice, and people gathered in front of the new tombstone, silently putting down the daisies in their hands.Perhaps it was because of the job of an agent, not many people came to the cemetery, except for the Avengers, there were only a few dozen people, standing around sparsely, occasionally talking in a low voice, with solemn expressions, as if Don't want to disturb the rest of the dead.

Standing far away from the crowd, he didn't cast even a single glance at the tombstone.Bucky looked up at the clouds drifting leisurely above his head, his usually indifferent eyes were still empty, but it seemed that something was brewing.

After a long silence, he withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked towards the shadow of the lush trees not far away.

Steve looks like he's trying to follow, but the Widow holds him back before he can move, which helps him in a way.Bucky stepped on the path paved with fallen leaves, followed the occasional calls of thrushes, and slowly left the crowd behind.Seemingly aimless, but only he himself understands that he is about to meet a long overdue promise in his life.

In the deep forest, there seems to be a breeze passing through the forest, sending the whisper of the heroic soul.

Stopped in the shade of a lush tree, the sun cast mottled silhouettes on the grass through the branches and leaves.Stretching out his hand to touch the rough texture of the tree trunk, he seemed to feel something, and slowly raised his head to look at the person sitting on the treetop with his knees bent.

"It's a beautiful place, isn't it?"

Raising the corner of his mouth slightly, the man also looked down.The brown-green eyes, which were as bright as jewels, were illuminated by the sun, with a deep and mysterious light gray, and a hint of gorgeous gold.

"I didn't expect Mycroft to have you here."

His expression seemed a little distressed, he pulled the lush branches and leaves around him, and a thick white bandage was faintly visible in his collar: "The buried coffin was just an empty coffin, that guy knew it, but he still wanted you to carry it... To be honest, I Curious why you didn't punch him in that haughty face right away."

Standing where you are, your eyes meet the man.Bucky stared intently at his eyes that seemed to hide the starry sky. He was quiet for a long time, as if he was tired, and slowly sat on the soft grass against the tree trunk.

He raised his head against the hard tree pattern behind him.His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't make a sound after all, just closed his eyes gently.

"Actually, it might be a good thing to rest in peace here."

His eyes were scattered in every corner of the void, and the man on the tree narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the tombstone standing in the wind not far away.The pastor finished his prayer and put down the daisy that had been in his hand for a long time; beside the pure white cross, Sherlock pulled Watson to say something.Seeing Bond coming, they nodded at each other and showed a knowing smile; and further away, McCoff was discussing the return of the scepter with Iron Man, and the Black Widow occasionally added something beside him.Steve just listened without saying a word, and occasionally looked in this direction uneasily, but his eyes widened for a moment, as if he saw something unbelievable, showing a ghostly expression on his face.

"Lynn Morris was originally a vengeful ghost, a shadow that shouldn't be left in this world."

Probably amused by Captain America's expression, the man smiled softly, his brows and eyes were gentle, and the corners of his mouth curved into a beautiful arc in the sun: "He has come today with so much hatred in his heart, and it's time to rest .Although he cannot be buried with his parents, it is probably enough for him to be buried in his hometown in the name of Morris."

"As for me, there is still something I can't let go of here. I still want to find my princess. Although he no longer remembers me, I still want to find him. This is the oath that the knight will never betray..."

"Are you willing to be with me?"

Looking down at the figure sitting under the tree, the silvery white metal of his left arm gleamed extremely cold in the sunlight.He blinked slowly, staring intently at the familiar face, as if he was afraid of missing any slight expression.

"I am Lynn Holmes."

What about you?

Opening his eyes, he looked at the light and shadow floating above his head like waves.Bucky was silent for a while, his gaze shifted to Lynn's jewel-like eyes, and his lips moved imperceptibly.

"Bucky Barnes."

He opened his mouth so softly, the corner of his mouth raised a slight arc, even though it was fleeting, it was like melting ice and snow in an instant——

"go home."