[Comprehensive] Hero Dogma

If this is the case, I think they are really unnecessary, because I am already on the verge of going crazy. Seriously, who can casually accept that they will appear in 50 years with their eyes closed?

This is 50 years not 5 years and not 10 years!

I can hardly think of the people I know who, God knows, might have been jutting out of the ground in cold marble.

And I don't think at all that seeing Bucky in this situation is a good thing.

For me it was just a blink of an eye, for him it was 50 years—whether he was frozen by Hydra or released on a mission, he spent every second of this half century. exploited by utter torture.

I buried my face in the palm of my hand and rubbed my cheeks vigorously. I hope this action can wipe out the thoughts that just flashed through my mind.

God, forgive me, I wish Bucky would die like this!

Suddenly there was a gap in the wall, and then I saw the Russian woman who knocked me out, Romanov?

"Hello, old man. Do you want to prepare a good deposit for you?"

Then as soon as she opened her mouth, I wanted to pounce on her and strangle her to death. Although I didn't know what a good deposit of silver was, my intuition told me that it was a kind of mockery.

"no need."

Back on the bed and sit down, I don't want to be punished to stand by at all, especially with a woman who doesn't know whether she is an enemy or a friend (the possibility of being an enemy is slightly higher for the time being).

"Okay, whatever you want."

With a small folding stool in her hand, she sat down in front of my bed, opened a folder in the other hand, lowered her eyes and began to read.

When the room is empty, I find the silence unbearable, but when there is another person in the room, with another breath, heartbeat, and body temperature, the silence seems to turn into a disgusting slime , sticking wetly in every pore, even breathing feels sticky.

I knew right away it was a trap, but I damn well had to step into it again.

Of course, I can also choose to be silent and be patient, which is not difficult.

But when she walks out of this room, I can't guarantee that the next person will open that door, or just let me rot in this small cube.

Or maybe I can wait for a miracle, maybe the mysterious time will not take long to find out what went wrong, and then bounce me back with a "whew~"?

What I mean is, no matter how advanced the First Civilization is, there is no way to fully control time, right?Otherwise, how could they allow human beings to stand up and rule the earth?There must be something wrong here!

"Okay, you win."

I finally recognized this cruel reality, the chips in my hand were not as much as hers.And I swear I saw the "satisfied" expression on her cold and noble face.

...One day I'll turn over, woman!

"But before you start, I have a question for you, too."

My reaction seemed to be expected by Romanov. She tilted her head, made a thoughtful expression, and then closed the folder with a "snap".

"Of course, what do you want to ask? I have always respected the elderly."

"Can you tell me what Centrum is? How do you spell it?"

It took her three seconds to stand up, fold the stool, and leave.

"Wait, girl! I'm kidding, I just wanted to ask why the Winter Soldier you mentioned attacked you! Don't go!"

Job Change No.40 Five Steps

The Winter Soldier, or "Asset" as the Chief now calls it, has just debriefed and, with the Chief's approval, is given a day's "holiday."

Strictly speaking this can't be called a vacation, he is a weapon of Hydra, and no one will give a weapon a vacation.

But he doesn't need to return to the "standby" state immediately. As long as he doesn't leave the base, he can roam around without restriction. According to the Winter Soldier's observation, this kind of permission is the same as other task assistants are engaged in during "vacation". activities are not far behind.

"Hey man what did you do this weekend?"

"Nothing, just wandering around."

He often heard such conversations.

In fact, this is not the first time he has been granted vacation permission. If the missions in the past are successful, he can occasionally get this kind of discount several times, but most of the time he will only stay in the room instead of "hanging around." .

This time, he retreated into his room after the mission report as usual, but for some reason, he kept thinking about this mission.

He remembered that when he shot through the woman and killed the target, it was an unchallenging task like before. Although the woman's vigilance made him spend a little more time in hiding, it was nothing more than that.

But the same picture flashed before his eyes every few minutes. The woman's red hair was flying in the air, the shock was frozen on her face, and the impact of being shot made her fall back involuntarily, the body protected by her The target's body tilts out from the woman's back.

And behind the woman and the target, the man looked at him in the same astonishment.

He looked petrified, but it was different from the woman and the goal he had solved before, not the kind of scared petrified.

The Winter Soldier closes his eyes and thinks carefully about the flashing image, until the expression of the southern man in the image becomes clearer and clearer, as if the photo is enlarged until it occupies the entire screen.

Why did he feel that the frightened expression on this person's face came from... being happy?

This is not normal.

The Winter Soldier felt irritated, he hadn't felt that way in a long time--or he had and he didn't remember, he didn't remember many things--but anyway, this small room made him more and more angry, from his The bed under the ass (hard as hell), and the IKEA closet by the wall, which seems to be on the verge of falling apart forever (there is only one piece of clothing in it, which is the one he wears) all make him want to grab it and beat it like crazy some.

In order to deal with this obviously abnormal emotion, he decided to wash his face.

The bathroom attached to this room was as narrow as the room itself, and it must have killed a lot of plumbers in order to cram in the necessities: toilet, shower head, washstand and faucet.

The Winter Soldier bent down in front of the washstand, scooped up water and splashed it fiercely on his face two or three times, then raised his head and saw his own image in the thing that could barely be called a "mirror" on the wall──beard Damn, he couldn't tell whether the black circles under his eyes were camouflage painted on him by the special operations team or they were there in the first place.

As for the hair, it is more appropriate to say that it is a mess of hair than that it is hair.

"Looks like someone put a bowl of instant noodles directly on top of my head." The Winter Soldier mentally commented on his hairstyle.

Even he himself can't stand the reflection in the mirror, let alone imagine how anyone would feel "happy" after seeing him?

"But do I know that he...?"

The Winter Soldier muttered questions to the mirror in bewilderment, and the person in the mirror looked back at him in the same bewilderment, mouthing the same question to him.

***

The folks at the Hydra base thought they had to buy a lottery or a scratch card today, because they actually saw the valuable asset Winter Soldier moving in the hallway outside of the mission - without wearing a black mask and glasses, There are no dangerous items such as knives, guns, or even grenades hanging all over the body.

"That's..." The female Hydra agent standing in the corridor widened her eyes and turned to ask the equally stunned male colleague beside her, "Is that the Winter Soldier?"

"I think so." The male colleague Mumu nodded blankly, "Well, it should be."

"I can already imagine the subject of the group chat tonight."

The female agent took out her mobile phone, and Hao was not surprised to see that some sisters in the group had posted exciting news:

"My God! Since when did such a handsome guy exist in the organization! [Picture], [Picture]!"

"Don't you think he has a melancholy beauty?"

"I can do this kind of Winter Soldier! Get out of the way, I want to give him a baby!"

The male colleague poked his head over and glanced at the mobile phone where the group chat messages kept flashing, and his face changed several times amid the shouts of "have a baby" one after another.

"Ahem, Mira, I'm not sure if you know, but the fact that the Winter Soldier is actually dead glass?"

The female agent glared fiercely, then angrily stuffed the phone back into her bag, kicked on her high heels, raised her head, and taught with the dean's aura:

"Pay attention to your words! And how do I know that you didn't say such things because he was handsome and made you feel in danger?"

"You don't have to believe it, but we all know that there are two cryogenic storage tanks in this base, but why are there two? Hydra only has one Winter Soldier."

"Impossible, you won't tell me next time, the other one is used to freeze his old boyfriend?"

"That's it! I heard that they eloped once more than 50 years ago, but only one was caught back. After being frozen for several years, when the Winter Soldier was to be reactivated, brainwashing was like a disaster. The technical team said it would be a disaster. His brain is going to be familiar, but he can't get rid of the memory of that "boyfriend"."

"Well, the power of love!" The female agent's eyes conveyed infinite yearning, "It's so romantic! How did you solve it later?"

"I don't know, I heard that other methods were used? Back then, Dr. Zola seemed to be researching the digitization of human memory.