[Shield Winter] Meeting upside down

"Mr. Grant."

The sturdy man handed Steve a small metal badge, signaling him to pin it on his chest.

"You are welcome to join the security team of the RBH Building. Our focus in the near future is patrolling to ensure that no suspicious persons approach the RBH Building."

Steve turned his attention to the sign and asked in a low voice: "Old George, this building has been built for so long but has not been put into use. Why are you still willing to hire security guards? I heard that you have worked here the longest, and you must be very trusted by your employer. Do you understand?"

Old George frowned, obviously feeling that this "rookie" talked too much.But the compliment in the second half of the sentence was very useful. He looked around and brought his face closer.

"Listen, boy, I do know a little bit. This RBH building is apparently owned by the Anthony family, but in fact the major shareholder is someone else, a mysterious and rich person. As for putting it into use...the building will be completed soon. For two or three years, there was no investment, but occasionally there would be well-dressed gentlemen coming in and out, who knows what they do."

Steve frowned, taking this information to heart.

"The treatment of the security team is very good. Protect the group of ladies and gentlemen, maybe I can give you a tip of [-] yuan, work hard."

Old George patted him on the shoulder and left with a cigarette in his mouth.

Since the mysterious Error asked him to investigate the RBH building, Steve has come to discuss business cooperation in a disguised identity.Surprisingly, the person in charge said that RBH is not a commercial building at all, but a venue for a private salon.When Steve was hesitating how to make up the reason, the other party politely explained that the new round of activities had not yet started, and they would carefully select partners.

The implication is that in his current status, he is not qualified to cooperate at all.

He wandered around for two weeks without giving up, frustrated that the mission was going nowhere.It wasn't until one night that a man dressed like a security guard was hanged and thrown out of the building that Steve found a chance to sneak into the team.

Thanks to the camouflaged face and the awesome figure, George Sr. did not reject his application.

But the action is far from as simple as Steve thought.

Even if he becomes RBH's security guard, the information he can control is still very limited.Old George is a very responsible veteran. The person in charge said that no one is allowed to approach the gate, so he hangs around the gate of the commercial building all the time.Even though Steve spent a lot of time dealing with him, he still didn't get any more information.

Steve was a little impatient.

The conversation with Bucky continues every day. The mission in Paris is going well, with good news coming in frequently, even faster than planned; but the mission in Prague is like a stupid bird falling into a semi-solid cement bucket, and it can’t fly no matter how hard it is. go out.

"The request made by Error needs to wait for an opportunity. There is no suitable opportunity at present. The time of the Prague mission may need to be extended."

Steve sat at his desk, speaking to a virtual projection of Nick Fury.Tiny bluish dots framed the stern face, and Fury nodded at him.

"Regarding the news about the RBH building, SHIELD will send people to investigate."

Steve put away the projection, took the pencil and white paper, restored the RBH building in his mind, and filled in the information that old George had said beside, staring at the information sheet and frowning.

The room was quiet for more than ten minutes, and the buzzing of the phone on the desk started.

"Oh, hi, Buck." Steve stretched his eyebrows and said lightly, "Sorry, I was just thinking about the task and didn't notice the time."

"I heard from Sam that your side is not going well, how about it?"

Bucky's voice was a bit muffled, with a slurred ending, and his voice was like a bowl of chocolate oatmeal soaked in marshmallows.

Steve couldn't help but think: This guy is probably lying on the bed, pulled the blanket over his head, put the phone on speakerphone next to the pillow, and chatted with him like a dream.

He'd seen Bucky do this, in the mansion, one night when he went to borrow aftershave, and Natasha was talking on the phone lazily like this, blindfolded but still cracking jokes fluently.

"It's okay, it's just a lack of a breakthrough." Steve couldn't help lowering his voice, "Error's request is not simple, it requires patience, and I will speed up the process. Are you tired?"

"Well, but everything went well, it's just too much luck." Bucky yawned, "Rodgers went to negotiate with the local police station, and if there is no accident, the line will be closed early tomorrow, so--today is our last call Call, little Stevie."

An annoyed voice came from the other side of the receiver, Bucky closed his eyes and smiled, stroking the fluffy, soft lump lying on his chest with his right hand.

It was a two-month-old little golden retriever, a stray dog ​​he had rescued between missions.He is clingy and mischievous, always biting things with a few small canine teeth.Slippers, hats, and Bucky's calves were all spared.What's even more amazing is that it hates Rogers very much, and the other party will bow its back and show its teeth within one meter, blocking Bucky and Rogers.

—God, Bucky laughs so hard every time, he almost suspects that the dog is Steve himself, and it's Brooklyn's version.

"Don't be sad, I have prepared a surprise, I wish you all the best in the future. Bye."

Steve put the cord back, rubbing his eyes, his uncommonly irritable work made him uncommonly irritable.In recent years, the same kind of work has not been done alone. Most of the time Bucky will be with him, and the guy is such a walking good luck that Steve is almost spoiled.

He went into the bathroom and washed his face carefully.Steve is a little uncomfortable with the camouflage on his face, and he removes those for a good shave and steps out to find his phone screen blinking.

There is new news.From Old George.

"There will be a new grand event in the building in three days. Remember to report on time. Not everyone has the opportunity."

—what did he say?Bucky is always accompanied by good luck, and things finally have a breakthrough.

Steve didn't respond to the message, and from this moment on, the blond security guard Grant had to disappear.

He contacts Tony to arrange a new identity, one rich enough to qualify for the mansion.

This is not difficult, two hours later, the new identity was passed on through the personal terminal.

Three days later, Steve stood at the door of the RBH building.Inside the building was darkness, lurking at him like a dangerous abyss.

The second day after the disguised identity came into effect, Steve received the invitation smoothly.The invitation letter was projected directly through the mobile phone interface. The image was an octopus floating in the void, with a black head and red tentacles.

Steve subconsciously felt bad.This symbol and this color scheme...

He couldn't convince himself it had nothing to do with Hydra.

Steve straightened his tie, adjusted the mini microphone hidden in the collar, and walked in.

The darkness spread for nearly five meters before the light gradually brightened. The psychedelic lighting color scheme made him suspect that he had entered a nightclub by mistake.

Several well-built waiters bowed to him and motioned him to go through three security procedures.

Steve kept his cool, trying to play his part perfectly.They took away two innocuous small knives, which made him move his fingers a little anxiously. Fortunately, the microphone and the hidden high-voltage pulser inside the belt were not found.

The waiter respectfully introduced him into the main hall. The moment he stepped in, many people turned around and looked at him with inquiring eyes.

Steve frowned slightly.He was not familiar with the local tycoons in the Czech Republic, but the demeanor of these people's gestures declared that the family was not ordinary.

His eyes turned to the surrounding decorations - the long, pure white tablecloth covered table was full of high-end desserts, the metal plate covers were neatly stacked, and there was a tall wooden table at the end of each side. A champagne tower with golden liquor rippling inside.

The smell of wine in the hall mixed with the perfume of the rich and powerful, Steve resisted the desire to sneeze, and noticed a red curtain hidden in the darkness ahead.

He approached there slowly, stretched out his hand and explored it.The back of the curtain is hollow, the table is not too high, and the edge is between his calves.

--stage?exhibition?Steve looked around, but saw no display racks or brochures.

Steve frowned and turned his head. He instantly felt two eyes staring at him. The feeling of being monitored and oppressed came at the same time, and the tuxedo band on the west side also played the first piece of music.

People start to flow with the music, which is a good opportunity to get rid of suspicion.

Steve took two steps back cautiously, and walked out next to the long table.In sight, a team of security guards was approaching the stage with their guns on their waists.Maybe there was some mechanism in the curtain he touched just now, and he was in danger of being exposed.

It's a little tricky.

Steve exhales and glances at the ladies in evening gowns around him.He remembered the technique that Natasha had taught him - intimacy in public would make people uncomfortable, maybe he could try it, hoping that the other party would not mind his behavior...

He stretched out his hand to embrace the girl on his left, but before he touched her waist, an external force pulled his body, and he only felt a pain in the bridge of his nose, followed by a strange and hot kiss, with a flexible tongue He opened his teeth and drove straight in, almost kissing the sound of water. The other party was lying on top of him. Steve had to sit halfway on the edge of the long table, raising his head to accept this inexplicable enthusiasm.

They were so close that Steve couldn't see the face clearly.He could only use his hands to grope - the opponent's waist was thin, and his thin muscles were hidden under the suit, but his explosive power to suppress him should not be underestimated.

Steve has to admit that his kissing skills are terrible, he is so shocked that his tongue is numb.God, it was a man French-kissing him!The opponent's hand came up along the neck.It was slow and had a frosty texture, which he guessed was because the man was wearing gloves.The other party seemed to sense his inattention, and lightly bit Steve's lips.

He let out a painful "Hmm", and there was a commotion not far away.Steve took a glance from the corner of his eye, and the security team went in that direction, and the crisis was resolved.He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and tapped the man's waist.

The other party retreated smoothly, rubbing the red lips with the heel of his palm.

It was an unfamiliar face.The eyebrows and eyes are exquisite, and the lips are slightly raised, like a famous movie star.

But Steve just stares into those smiling green eyes.

The stranger blinked a few times, reached out and grabbed his collar and kissed him again.Steve was pushed away in a daze, avoiding various obstacles along the way. The other party opened a secret door like magic, and it turned out to be a luxuriously decorated guest room.

"you……"

Steve wanted to speak the moment his lips parted, but the other party simply pulled out a gun from his belt, and shot at the east and west corners of the roof.After the electric shock, two hidden cameras fell to the ground.

—Good marksmanship.The opponent didn't even lift his head when he fired.

"You are……"

The other party pursed his lips, and quickly pulled out the microphone from under his collar. With a pinch of two fingers, the delicate machine shattered.

In the next second, the person in front of him smeared his face, and that delicate face was instantly shattered into electronic fragments, and was stored in a device disguised as a watch on his wrist.

"Hi, miss me?"

Steve opened his mouth halfway, and took off the electronic mask on his face as if sleepwalking.

"……Oh, God."

He couldn't help but reached out and rubbed Bucky's cheek. His cheekbones were a little higher and more obvious than before, and the soft flesh that used to feel good to the touch was now much thinner.

"You lost weight? Paris must have been a hard job."

Bucky winked slyly and smiled: "It's not a bad thing either."

Steve couldn't help his throat rolling, and he suddenly recalled the scene just now, the kiss that helped him escape...

His eyes began to wander and landed on the other's moist and plump lips, the soft and elastic touch seemed to be still weighing heavily on his heart.Steve couldn't help licking his lips, his eyes straightened.

Bucky looked at him for a moment, then raised his head and tapped his forehead.

"What? Do you have a problem with this kiss?"

There are always some bright moments in a person's life, as Zweig wrote——

"Just like the tip of a lightning rod concentrates the current of the entire atmosphere, those countless events are often squeezed into the shortest time. Those things that usually happen slowly and sequentially and at the same time are all compressed in a unique A brief moment. It will determine everything and it will change everything."

Facing Bucky's questioning, in this quiet and empty room right now, facing his good buddy who is one step away from him.Steve's Adam's apple rolled, and he screamed awkwardly inwardly as he admitted that he loved that kiss.

At the same time, he also realized belatedly.

——Damn it, it turns out that my feelings for Bucky are not as simple as "friendship".Jealousy and possessiveness, the excitement of fighting side by side and the reluctance of unexpected separation, they should all be attributed to "love".

Steve blinks.

——Fuck, thinking about it this way, Rogers' strange desire to win finally becomes reasonable!

"No, no comments." Steve said eagerly, "Want to ask when there will be another one."

Bucky opened his eyes slightly, as if he heard something stupid.A smile brewed on the corner of his lips, but was soon suppressed.He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling to cast a small shadow.

"Ha, little Stevie, don't be too greedy."