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

"So how did it turn out?" asked the man sitting under a sun umbrella in the café.He was wearing an ugly but huge peaked cap, and across from him was a guy in a hoodie.

"Look for yourself, don't be so annoying, don't ask me everything, don't think that I don't know that you like me, but it's really stupid of you to talk for nothing, you can see it when you turn your head, Turn around, turn your thick neck around, yes, that's it, baby wolf."

The man in the sweater took the opportunity to stand up from his seat when the other party turned his head to look, and took a sip of the other party's hot cocoa.Before the other person turned his head, he sat back and continued to stir the cappuccino he ordered wrongly.

"It doesn't look like there was a war, and it was rebuilt so well in just a few weeks?" The man in the hat shrugged, and took a sip of the straw defenselessly.

"Of course, with Stark's wealth and Rogers' ability to act, it's not surprising that they repaired this building within two days." The man in the sweater passed over the opponent's shoulder and glanced at the seemingly undamaged building, "So looking for a boyfriend is to find someone like this, whether he has money or milk. I think you have no money. Take off your shirt and let me see if you have money on the other hand."

"Okay, Wade," Logan snorted angrily, "don't think that every day when I take a shower, a cat passes by outside."

He pulled the chair back, put his legs on the armrests, and turned his side to the building.

Since Deadpool suddenly appeared in front of me three days ago, with burns all over his body, he yelled, "Follow me quickly to the Stark Building to see the results." A few good friends and I made a bet before, and now I’m going to collect the money”, and now they are sitting downstairs drinking coffee, he still doesn’t understand what Deadpool is talking about.

The Civil War ended a year ago, halfway Captain Hydra - or Captain America - the captain that Logan seems to be all the same - came to them once, and then he knew that the other party took the Star from another world K brought it back.But he didn't know why the two were still fighting, or...

"It seems that the result hasn't come out yet. Could it be that he missed the bet?" Deadpool took a sip of his coffee, with foam around his mouth, making him look even uglier.

But his concentrated expression made people curious, and Logan couldn't help asking—"Who are you betting on? Captain America or Iron Man?"

Deadpool shook his head, and said in a deep voice, "No, I'm going to charge both of them to death. Look, they're still upstairs now."

Seeing that Logan didn't respond, Wade pouted at the other party again, "Do you think I should help others?"

But Deadpool didn't expect Logan to answer.

A person like Logan walks in a circle. All he can see is a straight road, but he has no way of knowing that the road he walks forms a circle.He can't see the world outside the circle, but this bet is related to the inside and outside.

Deadpool sipped his mouth understandingly and didn't ask further questions.He left the bill to Logan and planned to stay here for a few more days.The fact that both are still alive proves that the game is not over, and he is more than happy to watch the results of the draw live.

A few days, or a week or two later, it's about the same.It's taken them weeks to make a decision, but maybe Tony hasn't woken up, or maybe Steve hasn't woken up, so that step has never been reached.

When everyone found the bodies of Steve and Stark from the ruins, they still had a trace of breath.So his subordinates hurriedly sent them to the rescue. After working hard for three days and three nights, thanks to the power of Hydra in his body, Steve came back after going around the gate of hell, and opened his eyes in the early morning of the fourth day. .

The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to get out of bed and go straight to Tony's ward.His liver and gallbladder were broken, and he was in pain. He rushed into the ward and wanted to drag Tony up, but when he got close to the bed, he stopped suddenly, not daring to move.

Several medical staff and several soldiers rushed up to stabilize him, pulled up a stool, and talked about it, and it took him a while to sit down peacefully.

He heard from the doctor that Stark's condition is very unstable, and he has not been out of danger for the past few days.I also heard that Stark has been losing blood. I don't know if it's a problem with the liquid metal in his body or the reactor. His blood pressure is terribly low.I also heard that Stark had a strong rejection reaction. Even if the blood type cross-matching matched, the transfused blood would cause the body to generate a strong high fever.

They talked a lot, and Steve couldn't understand or hear clearly.The only thing I heard clearly was the last suggestion. No doctor dared to guarantee this method, but it was the only feasible attempt——

"If... if you can let us try your blood... I mean, you have a super serum, but your current physique is not very good. Although you still need to do blood type cross-matching, you can first--"

Steve didn't finish listening, he put his hands on Stark's bed, and said flatly, "Suck me, now."

No matter what means, as long as he can be brought back, even if the blood in his veins is washed out, Steve doesn't care.He can't lose Tony again, even if he dies with him, he doesn't want to live alone anymore.

As luck would have it, the cross-match worked.

Stark could accept Steve's blood transfusion, but after the blood transfusion, he didn't even have a slight fever symptom, as if he was just waiting for the other party's blood, and he didn't accept anything else.

Steve gripped Tony's hand tightly, and the two beds were pushed together.He seemed to be able to feel his own blood flowing into the opponent's body, and he could also feel the opponent's heart being touched by him.But he couldn't feel his pulse. He didn't know whether Tony's pulse was too weak or he was too weak.

He was sleepy and he fell asleep.

He fell asleep for a long time, and when he woke up again, he saw Tony's eyes open.

At that moment Steve thought he was still in a dream, and he saw Tony biting a banana while flipping through a copy of Playboy magazine.Tony's beard went up and down as he chewed, and his eyes were piercing, as if he wanted to dig out the person inside and put him on the bed.

Steve stared at it for a long time before Tony noticed.The latter jumped in fright and swallowed the banana in his mouth.He coughed twice, showing the smile that almost made Steve cry.

"Oh, you're awake, congratulations." Tony said, his eyes were still caramel-colored, and there was still a faint blue rim around the pupils, "Thank God you finally woke up, if you don't wake up, people outside will probably kill you." I ate."

Tony teased, threw the banana peel into the trash can, wiped it on the quilt, and patted Steve on the face.

"I think you're a little brain hypoxic, you can't even speak, what should you do if you become even more stupid in the future." Tony said worriedly, he couldn't tell if he was joking or serious, and he propped himself up to sit upright again, Seeing that Steve still didn't respond, he tried to reach the other's shoulder and shake it.

But Steve suddenly grabbed Tony's wrist and stared at him with wide eyes.

Now Steve can be sure this isn't a dream, because Tony's breath is spraying into his face.It was Tony's unique taste, with the sweetness of bananas.

He had no more emotions left, those emotions were tangled up like a mess of yarn.His hands were getting stronger and stronger, and he wanted to pinch his fingers tightly into the opponent's flesh.

"Uh...it hurts." Tony murmured, trying to make Steve relax.

But Steve didn't, he increased his strength and dragged half of Tony to his hospital bed.

It was a good thing their beds were close together, otherwise Tony would have been dragged to the floor.Then I don't know if he will smash something in his body again, and then receive another rescue.

Of course, Steve wouldn't allow it.He wouldn't let Tony fall to the ground, or let Tony break free from his arms.He hugged him tightly, his teeth gurgling in his mouth.

It would be nice if it was heaven or hell, if Tony could be within reach, then Steve didn't care where he went when he died.

But fortunately, the white coat that opened the door reminded them that they were in the hospital.

"Be careful, captain," the doctor who came in first cleared his throat, and quickly closed the door behind him.He looked at the medical record and checked the values ​​of the instruments placed on the bedsides of the two, and nodded to himself, "It's okay...it's okay."

"... okay?" Rogers and Stark said in unison.

"Uh, you have a super serum in your body," he pointed to Steve, Steve nodded, and the doctor turned to Iron Man, "and...you have liquid metal in your body." Stark also nodded, He stared blankly at Steve for a moment.

"The super serum strengthens the cardiopulmonary function, promotes the secretion of blood and adrenaline, and raises your blood pressure. Stark, you have to thank him." The doctor tilted his head in Steve's direction.

After receiving Stark’s response, he faced Steve and continued: “Liquid metal helps repair muscle tissue, connects broken fibers, and fills damaged internal organs. It doesn’t let you do more under the premise that you can’t guarantee the body’s energy supply. Organ failure and death, captain, you also have to thank the other party."

As he spoke, the doctor turned his head in Stark's direction again.

Logically speaking, the blood transfusion is just passing Steve's blood to Stark's blood vessel. The procedure is to extract Steve's blood first, and then inject it into Stark's body.But for some reason, when Steve's blood was drawn and injected into Stark, Stark's body overflowed with a strange thing.Like some kind of crystal, weird and beautiful.

That kind of thing came out of the needle hole, slowly wrapped around the sleeping Steve, and bit by bit, penetrated into Steve's body.Steve convulsed suddenly, and his heart beat rapidly.

The situation was so critical that almost everyone agreed that Steve should be rescued immediately.

Only the doctor held the opposite opinion and insisted on letting the blood transfusion go through.He produced a government license and shut everyone up.Then he stared with bated breath at the crystal spontaneously connecting Stark and Steve.

When Steve suddenly stopped convulsing and his heartbeat changed into a straight line, everyone thought it was hopeless. They missed the best time to rescue Steve, and the captain no longer existed.

But after another 15 minutes, the veins connected to Steve's body miraculously receded slowly, and then all returned to Stark's body as if absorbed by Stark.Steve actually had a heartbeat in an instant, as if someone had reopened the floodgate of his life.

That is, about half an hour before and after, everyone seemed to have experienced a high-intensity exercise.They were drenched, but surprised and delighted.The electrocardiogram and blood pressure of Stark and Rogers miraculously returned to normal, as if a hand from heaven really penetrated the mortal world and grabbed them firmly.

But the doctor focused his tests on the crystals that had appeared before, X-raying Stark's body and drawing blood from the blood vessels.

The results are suspicious.This mysterious substance can only appear under X-rays, but nothing can be detected in the blood.Stark is healthy, but normal at the same time.

"That's liquid metal, I've heard of it." The doctor wearing a mask said, "You are amazing, we still have a lot to study in this area."

"That is, it may take another 20 years for you to discover something. The technological progress you are in now does not have the theoretical knowledge to support this research." Tony's face was full of pride, "But if you If needed, I'd be happy to help."

But in fact, this is not what doctors want.He stared silently into Stark's eyes, piercing as if piercing.

After a while, he spoke again.It's just that what he said has nothing to do with liquid metal, and Stark didn't figure out its real direction for a while——

"That's right, it's something ten or twenty years from now, something in the future. We can go from the past to the future, because we can't change what has happened. But we shouldn't go back from the future, because any change, It could cost you everything in the future."

The doctor spoke very seriously, and the eyes above the mask were almost harsh.

Steve asked what the other person meant, but the doctor didn't explain.He stared at Stark for a while, then opened the door and left.

"What nonsense is he talking about?" Even if he didn't understand, Steve could vaguely feel that the other party wanted to persuade Tony to leave, but how could he let Tony leave? He quickly grabbed Tony's wrist and ordered—"I don't care about him." What nonsense, you wanted to stay, didn't you? You already stayed, didn't you?"

Yes.

Tony's brows slowly wrinkled, his gaze fell on the snow-white mattress.Above the quilt are their overlapping arms. He has gone through so much and finally reached the intersection where they can overlap each other.

"You're right, I want to be together." Tony smiled again, and looked sideways at Steve, who was anxious.

"You're not like my Steve."

"You seem...a little more suitable for me than him."

"Just a little more fit."

He didn't remember what Tony said later.He just remembers being kissed by Steve, very hard, hard.

That kiss was short, but the look at each other afterwards was very long.The two of them quietly stared at the completely different circle of brilliance in each other's eyes, confirming that neither of them had changed.

They don't know what will happen if they meet each other in the past again, but probably, the two of them now are a little bit more suitable for each other.

It's just a little bit, I don't know if I can play to the last game.

"Fuck, this guy actually cheated!" Wade watched a man walk out of Stark's building, took off his mask and threw it into the trash can, and couldn't help complaining to Logan.

"You bet with him? Who is he?" Logan squinted his eyes and looked into the distance. Under the brim of his hat was the hurried pace of a man.

"Who else could it be, this guy... old fox." Deadpool gulped down his coffee angrily, then took out his mobile phone from Logan's pocket, and took a few photos of the man's leaving back.Then he put his mobile phone into his pocket, and followed into the bustling crowd.

But whatever the fate of Stark and Steve, at least Wishbone and the Winter Soldier are doing well.I mean...not bad for the Winter Soldier.

Now he can lie comfortably on the bed, holding the tablet computer that Rumlow bought for him in his hand, while drinking a drink, while slicing the fruit on the screen.

In fact, they didn't know who got them out, and strictly speaking, they didn't know who woke up first.

When they woke up, they were at the door of the warehouse when they escaped from Hydra before. Yes, it was the door, not inside.They should be thankful that it wasn't winter when the explosion happened, otherwise they would have slept in front of the warehouse forever in a few hours.

But fortunately, before the long sleep, the wishbone shuddered, and then shuddered again, and then his bones ached, and he opened his eyes.

He opened his eyes and looked at the white sky quietly for a while, wondering if he had come to the gate of heaven, because this day did not look like hell.

He carefully recalled his name, gender, code name and basic resume. He believed that such an organized organization would have a detailed form for him to fill out.But he hasn't picked up a pen for a long time, and he wonders if the writing will be so ugly that the angel can't read it.

After he roughly recalled his life of more than 90 years like a revolving lantern, the voice of the Winter Soldier appeared above his head.Then Rumlow saw a mouth that was purple from the cold, and a pair of light-colored eyes that looked fucking cold——

"What... are you looking at? You have been looking at it for a long time."

The Winter Soldier looked up at the sky as he spoke, but he didn't find anything he was interested in, so he lowered his head again to look down at Rumlow.

"Are we dead?" Rumlow asked lightly, coughed twice, coughed up a mouthful of phlegm, and then found the answer by himself-"...Probably not, the soul should have no phlegm."

Then he found the door of the warehouse.

He endured the severe pain that was about to fall apart, and barely got up.He tried to open the door, but he pushed it a few times, but it didn't budge.Suddenly remembered that only the Winter Soldier could understand the password, and turned to ask the guy who was still sitting on the ground.

"What's the password?" He groped to find the password board, opened the panel, and waited for the answer.

The Winter Soldier stared at him blankly for a while, then shook his head blankly, "I forgot."

"Did you forget?" Rumlow was annoyed and funny, "Stop making trouble, how did you get us here in the first place, can you forget all this?"

The Winter Soldier tried his best to recall, but still shook his head, "I really forgot, at that time, it seemed that instinct was input, but now I think about it seriously, but I can't think of anything."

Oh well, Wishbone would rather be in heaven now.

But no matter what, people still have to go.

He is now exhausted and hungry.He wasn't sure how many of his ribs were useless, and he didn't know how long he could last with a clear consciousness, so without further ado, he patted the Winter Soldier on the shoulder and motioned him to go out and find a farmer to steal a car first.

But the Winter Soldier still shook his head and told Rumlow seriously, "My leg seems to be dislocated. I don't know if it was caused by the explosion. I can't stand up now."

God has a unique way.

At that moment, Wishbone really felt that sometimes waking up would be better than passing out.

If he had been in a coma longer just now, the innocent-looking guy in front of him would have tried his best to move him to a warm and safe place, and then he could eat and sleep naturally, instead of Now look for wooden boards everywhere to fix the injured leg for the Winter Soldier first.

Then he had to put the bear-like Winter Soldier on his shoulders that were about to fall apart, and limped and staggered step by step in this place where the birds didn't shit.

Several times, Rumlow was out of breath.He had to stop and find a place to rest, but whenever he fell asleep, the Winter Soldier would force him to move on with a sentence or two.

For example—"You definitely hope that I'm dead, and you don't have to work so hard when I'm dead."

Another example-"Okay, put me down and let me fend for myself. There may be wolves eating me at night, don't imagine that scene."

For example——"You have been with me for so long, I must have felt embarrassed at the beginning of the fuck. Then I forgive you, you don't have to remember this, anyway, I will fuck back."

At this time, Rumlow continued on the road in a panic.And the Winter Soldier speaks very calmly every time, as if he really sees through the mortal world and sees through the mundane world, which makes Rumlow convert all the internal energy of anger into kinetic energy, travel thousands of miles, and finally kneel at the door of a farmhouse.

Rumlow is no longer able to drive, so his memory is hazy until the Winter Soldier drives to where he ends up.

Rumlow was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as he touched the co-pilot.Although he woke up once when he arrived at the destination, and spent a lot of effort to find a doctor in the hotel for the Winter Soldier to fix his legs, but soon he touched the soft sofa again and fell asleep again.

Then, it touched the mattress in the room.He thought it was the best mattress he'd ever slept on, and he could die and die on it.

I don't know how many hours I spent in chaos, but Rumlow suddenly woke up in the middle of the night.God has paid back the security owed to him, and now he is sober enough to rush out and shoot some bears.

But he didn't rush out because the Winter Soldier was sleeping next to him.At that moment, Rumlow was able to devote all his energy to remembering the scene of the previous explosion, remembering the strength of the Winter Soldier pushing him away, and recalling the last, which should be the farewell eyes.

And that familiar mouth shape.

It's a simple sentence that never came out of the Winter Soldier's mouth.

Rumlow stared at the wall covered with colorful wallpaper for a while, and then laughed to himself.He didn't know what he was thinking, maybe he misunderstood that sentence, but he still hugged the Winter Soldier sideways.

The Winter Soldier moved his head and leaned against Rumlow's arms.

People can always get happiness. If they haven't got it, it can only be said that they haven't discovered it.

Some happiness actually exists from the very beginning, but we doubt ourselves, forcibly ignore it, pursue something pure and extreme, and use all harsh methods to prove its existence.

But it doesn't have to be proven, just believed.

Just like the Winter Soldier believes that Rumlow will keep all the promises he made, will take him to Manzanillo, will open an ice cream shop with him, and will buy him a box of puppets, although they got the news on the TV show It's just "Captain America Missing" instead of "Captain America Dies", but Wishbone turns off the TV.

"Damn it, I can't die, I don't believe it." He said and threw the remote control on the bedside.

"He might not be dead," the Winter Soldier asked probingly.

"It's his fate not to die," Wishbone muttered, "It means he hasn't been spoiled enough."

The Winter Soldier said nothing.Rumlow did not show the desire to hunt down to the end is already a great tolerance, he can't ask for more things, and he doesn't want to experience another crisis that is close to farewell.

What's more, Rumlow really won't do any more moves, after all, the explosion made the old captain feel guilty.It's never said, but lo and behold, the Winter Soldier's glass is empty and he's back to fiddling with that juicer that nearly knocked the roof off.

They don’t have an ice cream shop yet, but they bought the puppet and put it next to the water glass, and put the rest under the bed. The Winter Soldier said that maybe one day Rumlow will throw away the one on the counter and buy more A few are prepared, but they cannot be displayed.

They still didn't recall who rescued them, but Rumlow remembered the strange phenomenon they encountered when they were looking for the imitation master.There is a person who seems to have been standing behind the scenes. He has never appeared, but he has never disappeared.

He thinks it is very likely that the person who saved them was that person, but he doesn't know the person's motives.After all, after so long, no one came to ask them to pay them.Na Rumlow is also willing to believe that sometimes the original intention of giving has nothing to do with whether others respond.

Rumlow tapped the juicer twice hard, but it stopped moving completely.He fiddled with it for a while, and finally gave up.Anyway, when he first rented this room, he just made a temporary spare, and now it's just right, he will buy a new one when it is scrapped.

"It needs to be equipped with the function of grinding meat." The Winter Soldier reminded before Rumlow went out, "Don't keep eating fruit for me."

Rumlow answered and closed the door. Although the Winter Soldier's legs were almost healed, looking at the sun in Manzanillo, he also understood why the Winter Soldier pretended to be weak and refused to come out.

It was a lively time of the day, and not long after the tavern opened, the drunks from the night before had already left.Vendors began to put their goods on the stage one by one, and the women were also dressed up, crowding the streets and shopping malls in twos and threes.

Rumlow took the juicer out from the crowd, ignoring as much as possible the salesperson's scrutiny of the scar on his face during the checkout.When passing by the door of a tavern, I suddenly heard the noise inside, and hesitated whether to put the juicer back first, or go in and take a look.

But when I thought of putting the juicer back, there would be no reason to come out again. I couldn't help it, so I left the machine at the old lady's stall selling fruit at the door, pushed aside the partition of the tavern, and watched the people on the stage talking from a distance. Shout out loud.

It was a man in a bandage, as if recruiting for revenge.

Rumlow has an impression of him. He is not a local, but there have been reports of this young man in the news. His father has a wealth of money, so he is high-profile and troublesome.

This time, I didn't know who I offended, and my hand was broken.Out of anger, he ran to these smoky taverns to offer a reward, intending to find someone to win the round for him.

He heard that there were two people on the other side, and his hand was kicked off by one of them.

Kick off.

"What's the situation?" Rumlow asked the person next to him in a low voice.

"I don't know, I seem to be looking for a South African with a South African accent... and a Russian." The middle-aged man who had already started drinking replied.

"South Africans and Russians?" Rumlow's eyebrows twitched, and he asked, "Did you say what he looks like? Where did you fix him?"

"Iran, but that place... I guess I can't find it." The man took another sip of his wine, "But it's not necessarily true, I heard that the South African has a nickname called 'Scud', you know, people with nicknames are usually a little Fame, maybe he can really find him."

Rumlow didn't know whether to cry or laugh.He looked at the people on the stage quietly for a while, then went out to get the juicer, and turned back to his place of residence.

He leaned against the window and lit a cigarette, watching the appearance of forcing the cub to drink juice.He suddenly felt that all this seemed like a lifetime ago, he must have been reincarnated once, otherwise it would be impossible to have the opportunity to enjoy the leisure now.

"When you're well, I'll go to Iran," he said when the Winter Soldier shook the empty glass at him, walking over to take it.

"Will you take me with you?" The Winter Soldier asked worriedly, his eyes were a little lonely, "...Forget it, if I ask you, you must say that you don't want to take it."

"Why not?" Rumlow smiled, walked over and rubbed the Winter Soldier's head, "Unless you think I'm ugly and disabled, you don't want to follow me."

"It doesn't matter," the Winter Soldier grabbed Rumlow's wrist and said seriously, "Anyway, I'm stupid and blind, probably... I can't tell the good from the bad."

TBC