[Captain America] Don't force me to grab a man with you

The singing, dancing and laughter left her at that moment, and Ingrid stayed where she was, with the expression on her face still upturned, staring at him blankly.

"My name is not... Bucky."

He reached out and grabbed Ingrid's shoulder and looked at her stubbornly.

It was like a mirror was smashed, the perfect time she had been conceiving was shattered, everything about the person she had loved.

"I'm not him, you know..."

The man held her shoulder stubbornly, his light blue eyes were as gentle as water but as hard as ice.

"You clearly understand, between us..."

"Enough." Ingrid knocked off his finger, and the man looked at her opened finger with a hurt face, and the atmosphere between the two suddenly became stiff.

"I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, it's just..." Ingrid looked at the man with a frustrated expression, and suppressed the strange feeling in her heart, "Let me calm down for a while..."

After speaking, without waiting for the man's reaction, he turned around and ran away.

Since that conversation broke up unhappily, the mode of getting along between the two suddenly changed.

The character who treats each other carefully has changed from Ingrid to Bucky... Now he can no longer be called Bucky. He feels infinitely familiar with this name, but he also rejects it extremely.

The owner of this name brought him the opportunity to meet Ingrid, and also told him cruelly that everything he has now does not belong to him.

This restless feeling even dispelled his uneasiness about losing touch with the organization.

Something was always throbbing in the depths of the blank memory, telling him that the name Bucky was inextricably related to him, but he still loathed it, extremely loathed it.

On one side was 'Bucky' who was treated tenderly and affectionately by her.

On one side is 'Number 11', a cold-blooded weapon controlled by the police.

Who is he?

"Guest, are you okay?"

Gondolf's boatman's voice suddenly brought back his thoughts, and he withdrew his thoughts in boredom and looked at the boatman coldly.

The boatman shuddered at the glance of his emotionless eyes, but still said to him with a smile.

"I think you just saw this lady in a trance, and she's about to step on the air, so I..."

He followed the boatman's line of sight expressionlessly, and it seemed that the ultimate goal of his body was the lady on the opposite side, but in fact, following the track just now, his left foot had already stepped off the edge of the boat , and the lady propped her face, looking like she was wandering, and didn't notice his movements at all.

He suddenly felt a little discouraged.

The boatman, who has seen many couples in love, can see the reason for his depression at a glance.

He coughed for a while, and seemed to accidentally slap the oar in the water. Suddenly, the hull shook violently. The wandering Ingrid immediately lost her balance and fell down from her seat.

Then he was hugged by the man.

"I'm getting old, so I'm still not in good health." The boatman smiled, rubbing his waist as if to prove his own words, "Young man, don't you mind walking a few more steps? I really can't shake it." Move the oars."

It's a pity that at this time, the person the boatman had been trying to hint at was hugging the woman and looking at him blankly, as if why didn't you row the boat well.

——You deserve it for not being able to catch up with her.

It was the first time that the boatman saw such a bewildered man.

"I said, get off the boat for me, I'm quitting today."

Speaking of the boatman raised the oar, he didn't look as old as he said before, but Bucky, who was inexplicably tricked by the changes in front of him, was driven off the boat by the boatman and Ingrid.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you." The boatman's voice came from far away on the water, "You are lucky. Originally, the Carnival in Venice was terminated because of the war, but it just so happens that this year is the time to reopen."

"Have a good time, my dear guests."

Until the boatman sailed away, Ingrid, who was leaning in his arms, changed from her warm and gentle look before, stood up from his arms in a distant and polite manner, straightened her clothes, and said to him in a leisurely manner .

"Since you have been to Venice, and you are lucky enough to meet the carnival, how about we go together?"

He wasn't too keen on such things as a dress-up carnival, but seeing that Ingrid was very interested in this, he agreed without much hesitation.

The biggest feature of the Venice Carnival is its masks, followed by its gorgeous costumes.

Change into ornate and intricate costumes, and wear masks decorated with feathers or glass or gemstones.

You don't know me, and I don't know you.

There is a proposition that has been extending in Ingrid's mind, but she has been ignoring the existence of this proposition, but now it is dragged out and placed in front of her with a big thorn.

Was she in love with Bucky's soul or his body?

Bucky, who had lost his memory, refused to get along with him for a long time. However, after more than half a month of getting along intimately this time, this problem became particularly apparent.

The same face, the same voice, the same expression, the same personality, and even the same way of thinking.

But the reality is that this man is not Bucky, he has become another individual after losing his memory.

He's not Bucky, he's the Winter Soldier.

Ingrid shuddered, and a thought secretly formed in her heart.

With a white feather robe, bright red lipstick, and amazingly high black high heels, and wearing a white painted mask, Ingrid is completely hidden under the gorgeous clothes.

Then when the man was surrounded by a group of people and impatiently changed into his clothes and mask, she stepped on her high heels and twisted her body into the crowd.

The carnival, which has been reopened for a long time, has attracted many tourists who come to visit and make this small city crowded. For a little money, you can rent a piece of clothing and a mask, and mix in the crowd Among them, enjoy the fun of carnival without class restrictions.

There are too many people who are mainly dressed in white feathers. At least Ingrid has many people like her in this set of equipment. She rushed into the crowd and got in without much effort.

"Hey, Stark, I want to ask you a question." Ingrid pressed the headset hidden in her ear and followed the crowd. "Is there a way to make a brainwashed person recall previous memories?"

The male voice sounded hesitant.

"This...memory...you know what I'm good at is not...Maria, Ingrid is looking for you..."

There was some noise from the headset, and then a clear female voice came from there.

"According to the current basic science, the brain is composed of nerve cells (also called neurons), and nerve cells are divided into three parts: dendrites, cell bodies and axons..."

"Um?···"

Hearing Ingrid's confused syllable, Mrs. Stark sighed.

"In short, people's memories are small boxes that are slowly filled up. These boxes cannot be taken away and destroyed. Brainwashing is just a lock on certain boxes... ·”

"What do you mean?" Ingrid's eyes lit up unconsciously.

"Just unlock that lock."

"what should I do?"

"Hypnosis, suggestion, and long-term memory all rely on the flash of a little hint to change from short-term to long-term. The same is true for locked memories. Some key fragments are used to evoke locked memories."

"I have another question." Ingrid unconsciously pressed her fingers harder on her ears, "Is the person who lost his memory still the same person?"

"Well...it shouldn't be accurate. The same person will have different personalities and thoughts due to different life experiences. If you lose your memory, it is equivalent to producing another soul...like a different parallel The same person exists in time and space, but they are all different..."

Ingrid interrupted her.

"What would happen if you recalled your past memories...?"

Mrs. Stark didn't notice that Ingrid's tone was wrong, and answered directly without thinking.

"Of course it will disappear. If you overwrite the previous file, will that file still exist?"

"I found you."

A low hoarse and trembling male voice came from behind, and Ingrid was embraced by a pair of strong arms. The voice of the visitor was a little panting, which could make a trained person pant, presumably in the It took a long way to find her.

"how did you find me?"

Ingrid turned around, her tone was flat, and even her movements kept contacting Stark and holding her ears.

As if he didn't expect her to ask this question, he turned his head cautiously, but because most of her face was blocked behind the mask, he couldn't see clearly, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether she was angry or happy.

"Although I have found some places, there are many people who wear the same clothes as you, have a similar body shape, and walk like you, but I know."

Ingrid froze.

Although the man still looked expressionless, his eyes flickered and looked at her without blinking.

"You are very conspicuous in the crowd, I can tell it's you at a glance."

——Do you love Bucky as a person, or as a soul?

——If the original file is overwritten, will it still exist?

Ingrid opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a syllable, tears streaming down her face.

Seeing the woman who burst out crying, the man panicked, he was used to the expressionless face, he didn't know what expression to put on, he was in a hurry to take out a handkerchief from his body to wipe her tears, but in the end he couldn't find anything. I could only wipe her tears with the hem of the clothes.

It wasn't until the colorful cloths touched her face that Ingrid came back to notice the clothes he was wearing.

Stripes of cloth of various colors intertwined, draped over his body, and he pulled the big red mask over his head, looking very nondescript.

"Pfft." Ingrid was amused by his appearance, "You really don't know how to please women, don't you usually hold women in your arms and stroke their backs to comfort them at this time?"

As a result, he was just an arm around Ingrid's body, and he directly pressed her body down into his arms. After hugging her, he stopped and stared at her blankly.

"kiss Me!"

Ingrid growled softly.

After the man heard the instructions, he lifted his mask and kissed her fiercely.

"how do you feel?"

The man lowered his body and asked in a hoarse voice.

Ingrid lay down there, with an unnatural flush on her face.

"Right...right..."

"here?"

The man moved his body and took a breath.

"No... no... go a little further in."

Ingrid rubbed her toes against the sheets impatiently.

"here?"

"Just a little bit more."

The voice was already a little soft, and the ending turned up unconsciously. The man who knew that he had almost found the place became more serious and careful.

"is it here?"

"Huh!...Yes..."

Ingrid took a deep breath, turned her head and buried her head in the pillow.

The room next to the waterway, I don’t know who is still swimming in the waterway late at night, the lights hanging on the bow of the ship shine into the room through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating such a small area.

The woman blushed slightly, her mouth grew slightly unconsciously, and her eyes were blurred.

Bewitched by this expression, he bent down and kissed her lips.

At the moment when the □□ were stacked, the man with a blank head pressed Ingrid's fingers unconsciously, bent his fingers and tapped on her palm.

--'Da da da'

There were three thumping sounds on the flesh.

Ingrid's body trembled violently. In the faint light, the perspective changed, and she and the man met their eyes.

The Winter Soldier stared at her closely, his eyes were clear as if he hadn't done that action just now, his lips parted, silently confiding to him.

—I'm not Bucky.

--I love you.

Ingrid's eyes widened, and she embraced the man's body excitedly.

——You still remember, remember the code word between us.

— Bucky.