[Black shield and white tank] A line of sea and sky

Rumlow wakes up in a secret room.It looks like a laboratory, a warehouse, or a file management room. I'm not sure what it is, but it must have been abandoned for a long time.

There are no windows in the entire room, only a thick door is closed not far away.Looking around, I can see that this fortress-like place is made of some very thick metal materials. It is semi-circular and encloses two people inside. Except for a functional bed, other places are full of various parts, documents, And use empty bottles and cans and boxes.

Rumlow groped to get up, his wound had been re-wrapped, but the person who helped him deal with the wound was very poor. Although he stopped the bleeding, he wrapped a big circle around his waist.

There are two fluorescent lamps by his bedside, one of which has been burned out, the lamp tube is blackened, and there is a thick layer of ash on it.The other one seemed to have just been cleaned, and the light was cold, as the only light source in the [-]-square-meter confined space.

Rumlow saw the Winter Soldier in the corner through the light. He was sitting on the ground, fiddling with something with his head down.Rumlow called a few times, but the Winter Soldier didn't answer, so he had to sit on the edge of the bed for a while, and then tried to stand up.

His wound healed faster than expected, and he didn't know what medicine was applied, and it smelled like green grass.Although there is still a little pain when moving, it generally does not affect the movement.

He tried his best to recall for a while, and vaguely remembered that he beat up a few guards, and then grabbed their guns and fired until the bullets were empty.But as for how he escaped in the end, or whether he escaped or was arrested and locked up here, I don't know anything.

He wanted to try to communicate with the Winter Soldier.

When people experience great trauma, they are likely to be self-enclosed.He believes that the materialization of the Winter Soldier's thinking is only caused by the heavy trauma some time ago. As long as he calms down or gives him a certain amount of time and space, the other party can still slowly find himself.

But the reality is not as expected.

Because when Rumlow called the Winter Soldier's name and walked up to him slowly, what he saw only made him pissed off - he saw the Winter Soldier sitting cross-legged on the ground, carefully picking up a few scraps of paper. spread out.He has only one hand to use, but his movements are as careful and gentle as possible.He clumsily clamped the scraps of paper with his index and middle fingers, and then pressed his thumbs on the ground to slowly smooth them out, as if he was afraid of rubbing the scraps of paper that were beyond recognition.

What he put together was nothing else, but he was always staring at it for a moment, even if other people's guns were on the forehead, even if Rumlow would tear it into pieces and knead it into a ball, he still didn't forget to treat it as a treasure Clippings of Captain America in the palm of your hand!

Rumlow was furious, and stepped on the almost assembled picture.The appearance of Captain America made his wound ache again, but it was more of a nausea in his stomach.

He crushed the confetti with his loose leather boots, grabbed the Winter Soldier by the hair, forced the man to raise his neck to look at him, and asked in a low voice—"...what the hell are you doing?" ?”

This time he didn't see the blank gaze of the Winter Soldier, because the Winter Soldier frowned instantly, and his eyes were full of anxiety and anger. He didn't answer Rumlow's question, but stubbornly grabbed his ankle and tried to make him Rumlow moved his foot away.

Rumlow was so angry that he lost all reason. His nostrils twitched, and he glared viciously at the Winter Soldier's disappointment. head.

The Winter Soldier tilted his body, bleeding from the corner of his mouth.But he didn't stop resisting. Instead, he immediately got up and rushed towards Rumlow fiercely.Rumlow bent down and picked up the collaged newspaper clipping from the floor before the Winter Soldier jumped up and beat him up.

The fragments of newspaper clippings were randomly pasted with transparent tape. When the Winter Soldier arrived at such a place, he didn't think about how to get out or find weapons to defend himself. Instead, he found transparent tape and scissors to repair the broken dream in his heart.Well, well, it's Bucky, and Rumlow admires it.

Seeing the Winter Soldier stop his movements due to Rumlow's threat, the latter grinned.Holding the crumpled and torn newspaper clipping, he stood up, kicked over the scotch tape at his feet, and then in front of the Winter Soldier, under the hopeless and helpless gaze of the other party, tore up the assembled picture again. into pieces.

The Winter Soldier's eyes flickered a bit like fog, and he picked up the petal-like confetti thrown by Rumlow in a panic.Rumlow looked indifferently at the frenzied appearance of the Winter Soldier, unable to tell whether it was hatred or sadness.

"...you're a fucking joke." Rumlow murmured, then laughed himself, shook his head with a smile—"I should have killed you long ago, and I don't have to live like this ..."

But the Winter Soldier ignored him, still ignored him.He frantically picked up the pieces, put them back together in the palm of his hand, then turned to the side of the picture, and tried to piece it together bit by bit.

Rumlow was speechless.

If there was only one thing in the Winter Soldier's mind, Rumlow would not be able to break into it now no matter what.It took him more than 70 years to get a place in the Winter Soldier's heart, and he knows how difficult it is to make this humanoid weapon receive information from the outside world.

Rumlow tried his best not to appreciate the funnyness of their relationship, nor to lament what the hell he had done to risk his life for this inhuman thing.Focusing on his surroundings, he tried to find the right tool to pry the door open.

The tools here are pretty good, from wrenches to screwdrivers, not to mention soldering irons and hot gel.If it was an ordinary prison, he had conquered the door lock countless times in and out, but the strange thing was that this seemed to be a coded door, no matter what gap he broke in, it would not move at all.

It is not fixed by ordinary bolts, but criss-crossed in layers, covered with intertwined hooks and gears, it is impossible to pry them open one by one with the above-mentioned tools, unless he has a heavy RPG.

So he turned around and took out some scraps of firearms. This was indeed a treasure trove, and he could barely piece together a simple earthen gun.Although some parts have been corroded, he tried a few rounds, and the bullets or marbles can still eject smoothly.

It's a pity that they hit the door and jumped to other places, rubbing and making fire and noise, but they failed to dig out a pitiful light-transmitting hole.

Rumlow fired several shots in a row as if in retaliation, but the situation did not improve.

This is indeed a coded door, and judging from its degree of oxidation, it seems to be an antique left over from World War II.But Russia and Germany in World War II can always create treasures that last for centuries, and those iron walls are still indestructible even after hundreds of years of wind and rain.

He sat back on the bed annoyed, staring in the direction of the door in a daze.The Winter Soldier has been very quiet, concentrating on fiddling with the rotten pieces.He didn't care about how much movement Rumlow made beside him, as if his whole body and mind belonged only to those fragmented pictures.

Until he put the picture together.

Of course, due to Rumlow's wanton destruction, there are a few small corners that can't be found, but this does not affect the integrity of the whole painting.He glued it in place bit by bit, checked it over and over again, finally stood up, and did something that made Rumlow want to shoot him in the head right away——

Holding the ugly newspaper clipping, he walked up to Rumlow and handed it to him.

Rumlow's eyes were fixed on the Winter Soldier, he couldn't read the person in front of him at all.They used to be close, they used to be able to communicate smoothly.Even if everyone in the outside world can't understand the Winter Soldier's words, Rumlow can still be the only one who can decode it.

But now, now he seems to be reading a heavenly book.

The corner of Rumlow's mouth twitched in a malicious arc, and he took the Winter Soldier's newspaper clipping.His eyes didn't stay on the clippings, but on the Winter Soldier's eyes all the time.

"...Want me to read?" Rumlow smiled, feeling the fluffy corners with his fingers pinching the newspaper clipping.

The Winter Soldier nodded hurriedly, then pointed to the newspaper clipping.

What are you looking at?See how majestic and powerful Captain America is?Or look at the address above, search for a few words of information, and take the Winter Soldier back to his warlike and friendly companions?Well, since he valued that swaggering banner on the newspaper clipping so much, Rumlow didn't mind showing it to him again.

Rumlow pinched the edge of the newspaper clipping with both hands. Due to the adhesion of the scotch tape, this action was not so smooth, but with a little force, the edge of the newspaper was still torn out a small hole, and then a little more force, it can again It naturally turns into two halves.

The Winter Soldier's eyes were red, watching Rumlow tear it up again without hesitation, he suddenly grabbed the former's arm like an angry beast, he faltered and didn't know what to say, but Rumlow knew , His actions completely defeated the Winter Soldier's inner line of defense.

At the same time, Rumlow's line of defense was also destroyed.

This time, Crossbones showed no mercy.If the person he saw in front of him was not the Winter Soldier he had rescued at all, then he didn't mind giving him a hard lesson.So at the moment the Winter Soldier grabbed his wrist, Rumlow picked up the wrench beside the bed and slammed it at the opponent's shoulder.

The swing hit the side of the Winter Soldier's severed arm, and he groaned in pain and fell to the side.But Rumlow didn't stop, and hit the fallen person fiercely.His eyes were filled with tears, and the tip of his nose was sore.

The Winter Soldier curled up into a ball, protecting his head with his right hand.The wrench hit the shoulder, the ribs, the waist, the thigh.He was in excruciating pain, but he didn't fight back.

Yes, he didn't resist.

Why doesn't he resist.If he resisted, Rumlow would beat him to death.

Then things become easier.

But the Winter Soldier didn't.He always dodges and cowers like a beast being punished by his master.

Looking at the bruised bruises, the lifted clothes, and the dirtier and dirtier cheeks and hair, Rumlow's arm gradually lost its strength.But at the moment when his strength gradually slowed down, the Winter Soldier made another move.That movement was like the most perfect resistance, and instantly took all the strength out of Rumlow.

The Winter Soldier grabs Rumlow's ankle.

Facing the force that kept falling on him, he stubbornly held the loose boots.

Rumlow failed, and he still couldn't take down the Winter Soldier.Although he knew that he had no patience and had no chance to retrace the path of the previous 70 years, but for those who are not clear-headed, they can forget, but for him, a sober poor creature, nothing can be forgotten.

He dropped the wrench dejectedly, pressing the palm rests of his hands hard on his eye sockets.His heart was hurting like it was being torn apart, but he couldn't cry, he couldn't cry at all.Those tears were evaporated by the body's anger before they formed, and the whole body was struggling and writhing in the burning flames.

After a while, the grip on the boots was loosened, and it was estimated that the Winter Soldier also got up from the ground.But Rumlow didn't look at him, Rumlow didn't want to look at anything.He didn't want to know if the Winter Soldier was picking up the pieces again, or why on earth he had to see them.He doesn't want to wake up, he wants to pass out.He shouldn't come back, he doesn't want to continue.

So he allowed himself to be plunged into darkness.He forced his consciousness out of his body, and maybe groped his way back to bed.It doesn't matter if he can't get out, it doesn't matter if he escaped here or was caught here, anyway, it's just the difference between dying earlier and later, in these days when he continues to live, there is nothing worth looking forward to.

However, the Winter Soldier doesn't think so.

Because they always stand in different positions, different angles, and different worlds.Their coordinates are the same, but their souls seem to be in different planes.There are two people living in the body of the Winter Soldier. They exchange information, collide with each other, remind each other and warn each other. Unfortunately, he can only tell Rumlow in the most clumsy way, so every time, it fails. .

When he grabbed Rumlow's wrist again, Rumlow didn't slap or punch him again.Although when the palm was removed from Rumlow's face, the Winter Soldier dodged subconsciously.

Then, he held up several fragments and placed them in front of Rumlow.His eyes were worried, and he was afraid that the other party would be furious before he could explain clearly, so he eagerly squeezed the pieces of paper in his hands, and when Rumlow saw the front poster clearly, he immediately turned to the back.

back.

Newspapers also have backs.

On the back is densely packed text.The title is the code name for Rumlow.

It was a... report on Crossbones.

Rumlo is creepy.

The Winter Soldier seized the opportunity of the opponent's bewilderment, quickly picked up a few more fragments from the ground, flipped it over Captain America's side and put it together, then turned it back again.

Rumlow's cold sweat broke out from his back.He held down the Winter Soldier's hand, then moved it away, narrowed his eyes, and read the words carefully.As I read line by line, the sweat on my back became more and more profuse.

After reading a short message, his clothes were soaked with sweat.

This is no ordinary report, but a piece of news about the death of Crossbones.This newspaper is not an old newspaper from that year, but a corner of Captain America's picture from the old year was excerpted after the organization reprinted it internally.

The news is fresh, so fresh that the Civil War is over and Crossbones is declared dead.But they have been sealed inside the Hydra, so that they rarely know the content of the Hydra captain's communication with the outside world, and they cannot fully understand the specific attitude he holds when facing the masses, and the things mixed in his attitude. rumor.

According to reports, he wants to find out the truth about Iron Man's death.The report also said that Crossbones is dead and that he will be solely responsible for the search and rehabilitation of the Winter Soldier.

recovery.

treatment.

Reinvent the Winter Soldier.

So for the Winter Soldier to rebel against Wishbone, he has to look like he's been remade.He wanted to piece together the other side of Captain America's pictorial, because the pictorial would not be taken away by Steve, and the pictures were easy to put together, but the text was not easy to splice.

So the Winter Soldier has to save this newspaper, in case the Winter Soldier's personality in him is really washed and he forgets everything again.He's unstable, and he knows he's unstable.So he will be at a loss, hesitant, and at a loss, but as long as he looks at his notebook, looking at the name of Brock Rumlow or Crossbones put together bit by bit, he can instinctively understand what to do next. do what.

Sometimes, though, the reified Winter Soldier's personality doesn't understand why.

Wishbone was dumbfounded.

It wasn't until the Winter Soldier grabbed his wrist and shook him that he was pulled back from his dazed state.The Winter Soldier gestured a few times, then tugged his wrist, and walked to the door on his own.

I saw the Winter Soldier's right hand groping for a while on the crack of the door, knocking here and pushing there, and then he opened an iron plate, and behind the iron plate, the password keypad was shining with a bright blue light.

"...Why didn't you tell me just now?" Rumlow was puzzled, but the Winter Soldier pointed to him, then pointed to the scars on his body, danced for a while, and told Rumlow with body language—because you will run out , ran out of danger.

He took the empty gun and removed the clips—we had no guns, no bullets.

He tapped Rumlow's chest, and then pressed the scar on his abdomen and his broken arm—they were many, we were wounded, we couldn't beat them, and couldn't escape.

Rumlow swallowed hard, looking at the bruises on the Winter Soldier's body, his internal organs were in a mess.He clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and asked again—"Do you know the password?"

The Winter Soldier nodded seriously, and made a gesture to ask if Rumlow really wanted to go out.After getting no answer from Rumlow, he immediately raised his hand to type on the keyboard.

Rumlow grabbed his palm and shook his head.The Winter Soldier's decision was right, we must wait for Rumlow to calm down before telling him how to get out.Because only in this way, Rumlow can distinguish where is dangerous and where is safe.And only in a safe place can you have the energy to think about countermeasures and figure out where to go next.

"...Why didn't you speak?" Rumlow squeezed the Winter Soldier's fingers, suppressing the guilt in his heart, and asked through gritted teeth—"Huh? Why didn't you speak?"

Then, Rumlow got a result that surprised him even more.

The Winter Soldier moved his fingers and pulled them out of Rumlow's palm.He pressed his fingertips to his throat for a while, then pointed to his mouth, then shook his head, looking at his captain lonely.

He was speechless.

For some reason, he was speechless.

Shocked, Rumlow rushed back to the shelf where the tools were placed and searched. After finding the flashlight, he immediately asked the Winter Soldier to open his mouth and let the light of the flashlight shine in.

He stared at the Winter Soldier's throat for a while, frowning more and more, and then turned the Winter Soldier around to examine the back of his head carefully.

Finally, he turned off the flashlight.

The Winter Soldier didn't know that the inspection was over, and he still stood with his back to Rumlow.Rumlow also stood silently behind him, and after a while, he reached out and embraced him from behind.

The Winter Soldier's muscles relaxed, and he leaned gently against the Special Strike Captain behind him.Rumlow's palm pressed the Winter Soldier's shoulder, from shoulder to eye.The Winter Soldier's eyes were still a little warm, and the excitement just now had not calmed down, and it spread to the rough palm, which made Rumlow both distressed and guilty.

But he didn't know what to do, he was so incompetent that he couldn't even hold back the trembling of his body.So he could only rest his forehead against the Winter Soldier's hair, hiding his eyes and tears deeply in the matted hair.

...Damn, how could this happen.

How did it become like this.

TBC