[Shield Winter] Meeting upside down

The lack of serum didn't interfere with Steve's normal metabolism, which meant the hunger still hit when the sun went down.He put the last piece of clothing in the closet, and his stomach growled. Steve subconsciously covered his stomach, and turned his head to meet Bucky's narrow eyes.

"It's been a long time since I have to cook by myself." He leaned against the table, raised his hand and groped in the cabinet, "Speaking of it, I have to thank you, if it wasn't for taking care of you, maybe I still couldn't tell the difference." A fool who cleans salt and sugar."

"I can cook for myself now, Bucky."

"You mean omelets and bacon that have been trained hard for a month to make them sticky? Seriously, it's rare to see a culinary genius who even puts salt in bacon."

"Bucky-"

"Leave it to me, little guy." He took out a few cans from the cupboard, carried them in his breast bag, walked past Steve and patted him on the head, "Thanks Su Rui, she still helped me I have supplied some new cans. Do you see the firewood in the corner? Carry it with me and follow me. There is a built-up stove behind the hut. I think it will be difficult for the famous Captain America to make a fire?"

It took a quarter of an hour before Steve started the fire with difficulty. He straightened up and wiped his sweat, then turned to look at Bucky, who was holding back his laughter.

"It's the matches, they're so damp."

"Yes, captain, the munitions I prepared are not good enough."

Bucky shrugged at him.There were two streaks of ashes rubbing against the red cheekbones of the other party. This picture was a bit funny. It reminded him of tricking Steve to shake a tree when he was a child. As a result, huge swarms of hornets swarmed out, and they hid in an abandoned field like fleeing for their lives. He looked embarrassed when he was in the pit.

But those two dirt marks brightened his blue eyes.Bucky couldn't tell why, but the tiredness and seriousness that seemed to settle in Steve's eyes were thrown away in New York far away. Not only did he lose weight, but even his smile and soul became lighter together.

"Stop laughing, Bucky." Steve's shoulders slumped, his voice was a little pitiful, "I'm really hungry, what shall we eat?"

Bucky has lived in Wakanda for so long with a one-armed posture, so cooking is naturally not difficult.He showed off his unique skill of opening a can by using a crack in a stone, and he received a reserved look of praise from Steve.

"I thought you'd be eating some... uh, lamb or something in Wakanda."

"Believe me, when you stay for a long time, those lovely sheep will change from food to pets in your heart."

He put the canned chickpeas and diced carrots into the cauldron, and directed Steve to scoop up two jugs of water from the river.The firewood was burning and the water was bubbling, and they sat down on the floor. Under Steve's repeated requests, Bucky handed over the task of cutting the luncheon meat, and turned to criticize the new chef's inflexible method of using the knife.

"It's too easy for you to cut yourself like this."

"Bucky, you're questioning Captain America's inability to use a knife."

"What Captain America, I didn't see it." Bucky grabbed a piece of grass and threw it on him. "There's only one bean sprout weighing less than a hundred pounds."

Steve wanted to roll his eyes at him, but the uncontrollable smile on the corner of his mouth made his facial expression instantly broken.He coughed, threw the luncheon meat into the pot, and changed the subject.

"You have a good relationship with Su Rui?"

Bucky was silent for a while, and when he spoke again, his tone was much softer than before.

"She reminds me of Rebecca. Lively, nagging, laughing. I know you've been secretly protecting her since you were sober, my little sister... She's had a long, wonderful life, but I'm only Watch her from a distance during the funeral."

Steve patted him on the shoulder, stirring slowly over the side of the pot with a wooden spoon.The compound spices allow the smell of the food to slowly meld.It was just a simple stew, and Bucky peeled two potatoes into it, and the stew became more and more broken, and the aroma of meat and beans became thicker.They each took a small metal lunch box, and Steve was full after eating half of the box, put away the spoon like a good boy, and watched Bucky slowly finish the rest of the meal.

The stew was neither good nor bad, but it certainly reminded him of old Brooklyn.

The wind blowing from the other side of the grassland lifted their sweat-drenched hair.Sending the subtle smell of burnt firewood into his nostrils, Bucky moved his arms and turned to ask Steve.

"Everything is okay?"

"Much better than 'nice'." The little blond smiled. "It's almost like a dream. No wars, no endless paperwork and image work, just us...and your lamb."

"Wow, if Fury knows this, his face will be black and blue." Bucky seemed to have thought of something, with a smile on his lips, "If I can stay longer, I will wait for the lamb to replace me." It's time for you, maybe I can tie you a scarf or something."

Steve seemed about to say something, but closed his mouth angrily.

"I know, you can't give up justice." Bucky winked at him. "Your life principle, civil liberties. It's far from being achieved now."

— besides civil liberties, and you.You haven't got the respect you deserve, and the ignorant populace won't let go of stereotypes, which means I still have to work on it.

But he didn't say it, which sounded a bit strange.

"During World War II, I occasionally wondered what we were like after the war." Steve tilted his head, "We returned to Brooklyn with medals all over us, living in small houses next to each other... maybe we will all become Dad, the best Uncle Barnes makes the best BBQ for the kids."

—Wow, he didn't expect so much.Bucky thought.His greatest expectation was to end the war early and leave the army with sound limbs... It's a pity that the last one didn't come true, but he was still alive.As for the family and children, even in the most unrealistic dream, Bucky never thought about how he could let others bear the cold eyes that belonged to him.

"...Later, I felt that such a request was a bit much." Steve pursed his lips and smiled, "So I began to look forward to the end of the war, and we could still sit and eat and drink together, that would be the best and most beautiful appearance for the rest of our lives gone."

The two fell silent suddenly, and the sheep not far away were bleating, as if urging Bucky to respond to this sentence.The feeling in his heart was very strange, a little numb, as if a rough rope had tied a bow on his heart and was gently fiddled with by a hand.

"Cough." Bucky touched the bridge of his nose, "I... hope so too."

Steve's face flushed instantly, his breathing was short of breath, and he looked over with wet eyes.Bucky panicked inexplicably, and added dryly.

"I mean the world peace part, nothing else."

"It's nothing, Bucky..." He pointed to the backpack not far away, "I have asthma."

"..."

— Fuck, otherwise, what was he expecting.

Minor disturbances happen from time to time, Steve and Bucky always do not cause trouble to others, and all difficulties in life are solved by a sick bean sprouts and a disabled person.They lived in two small houses next to each other until Steve had a high fever one night and Bucky dragged his bed next to his the next day.

"It should have been done this way from the beginning." He shook the pillow, "We slept on the same sofa cushion when we were young, how much space can you occupy now."

Steve tries to argue, but sorry, but Bucky, the buddy who made him go around Brooklyn from childhood to failure.

During his first weekend in Wakanda, Tony made a video call.Good friends are crowded in front of a screen, with envy on every face.

"I miss you so much, buddy." Sam was the first to express emotion, "The fighting styles of Thor and Loki are beyond our ability to cooperate. This week, I dislocated my arm twice."

"That's right, and Loki often sneaks up on Thor without warning, and the thunder from the tomahawk almost gave me a new hairstyle."

"He also steals my pudding and cookies, puts mustard on them and puts them back!"

"Are you still used to it? Didn't you live in the palace? Or is the palace in Wakanda so simple?"

"Uh, we live in the small thatched cottage that Bucky originally built." Steve held up his phone and took a picture, "There is no new news from Su Rui, and we may not be able to go back in a short time. I'm sorry."

The heroes of the Avengers collectively sighed, and it sounded like they were really messed up by Loki.

"Okay kids, stop complaining, I bet Fury is more worried than you." Natasha knocked on the table, "How are you doing?"

"It's not good at all." Bucky responded first, "Steve without the serum version sucks, and he's back to a nightmare life where he gets a fever when he blows a little wind. It's a hassle to play with him."

"It's really not good." Steve choked back, "Maybe Barnes can do a lot of things with one hand, but definitely not including a ball head, I have to help him with this every morning, and he has to pick on me Not as handsome as Su Rui."

"Yeah, life among the sick and the disabled is really hard... I'm starting to re-memorize the labels on those pill bottles again, and it's all little Stevie's fault."

No one noticed a figure passing by the door.The man stopped for a few minutes, then walked over as if nothing had happened.

"Why are they complaining to each other but smiling?" Vision asked Wanda in a low voice. Wanda hesitated for a while and gave him a look of "this is very complicated and you can't understand it for the time being".

"Okay, you guys had a great holiday. Goodbye, we're going to save the world."

Tony turned off the video with his mouth curled up, shaking his arms.The two people far away in Wakanda looked at each other and laughed.

Life goes on as usual, so much so that they forget they're soldiers and there's a lot of shit going on in New York.Until one unseasonably hot afternoon, T'Challa called to say that a guest had come to see them, with a strange voice.

It didn't take long before there was a knock on the door, Bucky and Steve punched each other, and the loser walked over with a shrug and opened the door with one hand.

"Oh fuck..." Bucky immediately swallowed the swear words, after all, it seemed very impolite to face Rogers, who was full of smiles and dusty, "Why are you here?"

Rogers kicked the small suitcase through the door and walked in unobtrusively.

"Tony said that the frequency of aliens coming to Earth has decreased recently, and the current manpower is sufficient, but it seems that you need someone to help."

Rogers generously greeted Steve who was holding clothes in front of the washing machine, and Steve felt his hair stand on end instantly.He never liked this guy, whether it was in New York or Wakanda... Damn, why should he just sit on that little sofa with a little lion print!That's my exclusive seat!

"Uh, we're fine, thanks for your concern."

Bucky rubbed the corner of his clothes. He didn't know if it was a hallucination. He felt that the temperature in the room had risen by two degrees. The linen robe brought a strange itching on his back, and he began to sweat.

——Tony Stark must have asked Rogers to join in the fun, Bucky gritted his teeth, he connected his arm and went back to dismantle the guy's new armor.

"Where do I sleep?" Rogers turned his head around the bedroom door, squinting his eyes and asked, "Is there any extra camp bed? I can sleep on Bucky's right side, so he can help when he needs to carry things at night."

Bucky was thinking about how to refuse, Steve put down the laundry basket in his hand and walked over.

"He slept very soundly at night and couldn't remember to pick up things." He raised his head slightly, hating the fact that he needed to stand on tiptoe to look at Rogers at the same level, "Actually, he moved the bed to take care of me, and went out with his right hand. There's a smaller house nearby, where you can sleep."

"I can take care of you, too." Rogers looked Steve up and down, with sympathy in his eyes, "A group attack is better than a single soldier, right? This is one of Captain America's quotes."

"Okay, that's enough." Bucky pressed his eyebrows, pointed to Rogers and said, "There is a small warehouse on the left hand side of the door. It is very clean and has a new camp bed."

Before Steve could laugh, Bucky turned to him again and said, "You, go back to the room on the right and go to sleep, and stop doing stupid things like keeping the windows open at night."

He opened his mouth to say something, but Rogers grabbed his shoulder first and nodded.

"Hmm, fair enough, I think even Captain America who has lost his serum must be able to take good care of himself, so he won't look like a little waste who needs a babysitter, right?"

Steve had no choice but to shut up and nod, walk into the bedroom with a stiff neck, fold up the camp bed, and walk out with half-carrying and half-carrying.

Bucky looked at the backs of two people, one tall and one short, and exhaled forcefully.

——Leopard God, he felt that his leisurely days had come to an end.

TBC