Wishbone is also very poor today [Comprehensive British and American]

In the cold winter of 1966, during the Cold War, the branch of Hydra Narrows Wakestein.

"Doctor, the seventh experiment of the 130th will start at two o'clock in the afternoon." A junior Hydra agent handed the experimental data in his hand to the black-haired doctor.

Rumlow pushed his glasses tiredly, and said helplessly: "I have tried my best."

The agent forced the experimental data to Rumlow, and said in a formulaic tone: "We have reason to believe that your alchemy formula was not discovered by accident, you can try a few more times, and work with us to develop The world is better."

But a friendly smile appeared on the agent's face with his back to the monitor, and he said silently with his lips: "I'm here to save you."

Rumlow's face changed slightly, and he quickly lowered his head to hide it well. He opened the document, and there was a note inside, with a line of small words written in pencil.

At twelve o'clock at noon, take your daughter to Laboratory No. [-], and Fryt of S.H.I.E.L.D. will take you away.

"I see, I'll be there on time." Rumlow almost cried with joy.

After more than two years, countless nights of tossing and turning, and countless times of perseverance and struggle at gunpoint, the sunshine from the motherland finally penetrated the hard ice on the snowy plains of Siberia, bringing him and his daughter a glimmer of hope of survival.

The agents posing as Hydra turned away satisfied. Planning the rescue had taken a lot of effort, but Dr. Rumlow was worth it.

Brock Rumlow, male Omega, 46 years old, once worked for Stark Industries.The alchemy formula he invented can efficiently convert and manufacture metals, including but not limited to Vibranium, Adamantium, and high-purity gold.

There is no doubt that this is an invention that can subvert the country, but Hydra seized the opportunity and kidnapped the doctor and his daughter Maria before the results were published, trying to get the alchemy formula.

"Wait a minute." Rumlow hesitated and stopped the agent who was leaving.

"Is there anything you need?"

Rumlow looked eagerly at the agent and asked, "I'll bring my assistant with me, okay?"

The agent thought for a moment, then said politely, "Of course."

One more person will add some difficulty, but they have confidence in the plan.

"Thank you." Rumlow said sincerely.

The agent nodded and strode away, "Long live Hydra."

Eleven forty-five, before lunchtime.

Rumlow slipped into the room of his daughter Maria, and took the girl's hand to a room that had been dusty for a long time.

He fumbled to activate the switch and opened the freezer.

Inside, a young man with brown hair and green eyes was lying quietly, with bright red five-stars printed on the cold metal prosthesis. Even in a deep sleep, his brows were still slightly knit together.

"Dad, who is this person?" The young Maria raised her head, blinking her sweet and soft chocolate-colored eyes, and asked ignorantly.

The middle-aged man already had wrinkles but still had a look of nostalgia on his handsome and beautiful face. He lightly touched the dazzling metal arm. The low temperature of minus 83 degrees brought a sharp sting and hit the heart directly.

"They all called him The Winter Soldier, but his name was James Buchanan Barnes."

He was once a top-secret weapon that Hydra gave high hopes to, but he was hidden because of the insanity caused by brainwashing.But in this world, there are always people who are reluctant to give up Sergeant Barnes, who smiles sunny and wears his military cap askew.

Twelve o'clock, laboratory four.

Rumlow waited silently with Maria and the Winter Soldier dressed as an experimenter.

The long-haired young man stood aside expressionlessly, looking at the two people who were arguing quietly in front of him.

"No, he's too dangerous, we can't take him with us."

"I gave him a special sedative, at least for the next hour, he's just a walking humanoid burden." Rumlow stared at his golden brown eyes, not giving an inch.

Nick Fury wanted to throw this trouble here to fend for himself, but as the plan started, it was too late.

The first explosion sounded, all the lights in the bunker were extinguished, and the cold wind from the Arctic Circle poured in from outside the bombed walls, blowing on the face like a knife.

The senior Hydra agents on the most wanted list of S.H.I.E.L.D. were blocked by strong firepower, and the Hydra branch was in chaos.

Nick Fury led them through the crowd, precisely bypassing all the explosion points, and those who occasionally recognized them were silently dealt with by snipers hiding in the dark.

Blowing up the drainage pipes of the bunker, leaving from the weakest side of the fortress, after walking a few hundred meters, they boarded an already camouflaged military snow off-road vehicle.

Rumlow took the bloated and bloated down jacket from Nick Fury, and rubbed Maria's little hand that was red from the cold with distress.

Nick Fury looked excitedly through the binoculars at the Hydra that was in a mess unexpectedly, and ordered decisively: "All personnel launch an attack."

"But our mission is to rescue the hostages!" He soon received the first question from the young driver sitting in the driver's seat.

"Pierce, this is a good opportunity. Look at the chaos we have caused. We can take this opportunity to unplug Hydra's stronghold!" Nick Fury, who is also young and vigorous, commanded the special operations team of S.H.I.E.L.D. A bloody hunt was launched.

In the end, he even left Rumlow and the blond driver Pierce, and sneaked into Hydra Castle with his capable men, frantically harvesting the heads of Hydra and the top-secret files hidden in the safe.

Rumlow put his arms around his daughter, covered the child's curious eyes, and asked uneasily, "Then what shall we do?"

The pheromones of the Omega in the back seat, full of anxiety and fear, slowly diffused in the small space, which made the young Alpha, who had not yet marked an Omega, start to feel anxious.

And the Winter Soldier, also an Alpha, turned his head slightly, breathing the air closer to Rumlow's body.

"We can't stay here," Pierce gritted his teeth and started the off-road vehicle. "Leave him alone, let's go to the pick-up location first."

The off-road vehicle dragged on the snow, kicking up dry and white snow.In the extremely cold place near the Arctic Circle, the sun sets very early, and it begins to dim just after twelve o'clock, casting an ominous dark red on the snow.

As they approached, Pierce drove around Luka marked on the map where Hydra was stationed. The steel box painted in white camouflage color carried the lives of four tiny human beings, just like Noah floating in the vast ocean when a catastrophe struck. The ark sails to its destined end.

Pierce helped Rumlow and Maria out of the car, and stepped into the secret stronghold of S.H.I.E.L.D. disguised as a small bar.

He felt something was wrong the moment he entered the door.

It was so quiet here that they could hear their tired and strained breathing.Pierce guarded the doctor and the girl behind him, looking around vigilantly.

"There's another guest." A tall male Alpha stepped out from the shadows in the corner, his steps were firm and slow, full of oppression.

Seeing the face of the person in front of him clearly, Pierce couldn't help but widen his eyes. He fired several shots without hesitation, but found that his perfect marksmanship missed.

"Red Skull..."

The Red Skull was once the leader of Hydra during World War II. It has been more than 20 years since he accidentally touched the Rubik's Cube while fighting Captain America and disappeared from the world.

Pierce desperately remembered that the Red Skull had acquired the ability of brain domain control and mental infection due to infection with an unknown virus.

His mental perception has been distorted, so it is impossible to hit the enemy at such a close distance.

"It seems that when I was away, many things happened in the world." Red Skull extended his spiritual tentacles to Rumlow.

"No..." Pierce roared and threw himself at Red Skull.

The Red Skull kicked Pierce away in disdain, and walked over to touch Rumlow's head with his fingers. He was obviously very interested in this heavily protected Omega.

Rumlow hugged his daughter tightly, his already fair face was completely drained of blood.

Pierce lay prone in the puddle of blood he had vomited, and slowly moved towards the doctor.

The brain domain control ability of the Red Skull is not very strong, and it takes time and the assistance of equipment to deeply control a person's brain, but as long as he takes the doctor away, everything will be irreversible.

He can't let the Red Skull get the alchemy formula, and he can't let the Hydra have the power to make vibrating gold and Edman metal at will, and he can't let the Hydra use this formula to hoard a huge gold reserve that symbolizes endless wealth. It subverted the financial order of the entire world, disrupted the balance of the Cold War that was already on the tip of the knife, and brought endless chaos.

So he pulled out the dagger at his waist, and desperately stabbed Rumlow in the heart.

Pierce's move was beyond Red Skull's expectation, and he couldn't stop it in the future.

The dagger still missed under the interference, and Rumlow's stomach was slashed open, and the stomach acid flowed into the abdominal cavity, burning the soft organs.

The girl's scream pierced people's eardrums.

Rumlow let out a painful groan, but thought that he was in front of his daughter, biting his lips tightly and suppressing the wailing.

With hot tears streaming down his face, Pierce mumbled, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I can't help it, I really can't help it..."

The Winter Soldier, who was indifferent throughout the whole process, smelled the familiar smell of blood, and the memory fragments about the war kept flashing in front of his eyes, Red Skull, Hydra, World War II, Roaring Commando, and... Steve

The Winter Soldier looked at everything in front of him in bewilderment, his hand that belonged to human flesh was tightly clenched, his gray-green eyes gradually focused, until Rumlow's strong pheromone that filled the entire space with the rushing blood hit him .

That taste is the taste of rum, the sweetness fermented from cane sugar, the lingering and richness mixed with the spicy heat of alcohol, making it unforgettable.

Rumlow gradually lost consciousness in the pain, and his suppressed crying was accompanied by a few broken words that slipped out from the familiar lips of the Winter Soldier: "Maria...save her, Bucky, save her... .”

Bucky...?

Rumlow's pheromone and Bucky's name are like a spell that breaks the spell. He has been washed countless times until his insane brain briefly pieced together a fragmented memory.

The armor on the Winter Soldier's metal arm tightened piece by piece, and he slammed into the Red Skull with a force that ordinary people couldn't resist, and the two immediately wrestled together.

Pierce held Rumlow's bloody hand guiltily, and took Maria from him.

He picked up the struggling girl and left, and Rumlow's injury was doomed that he would not survive without medical treatment.

Rumlow lay stiffly on the ground, with the sound of fighting, crying, and the sound of the cold wind, everything around him gradually moved away from him. When he was dying, he saw his dull life.

Born in an ordinary middle-class family, it coincided with the vigorous rise of the Omega affirmative action movement. He was not married off by his parents when he was a teenager. Instead, because of his outstanding talent, he got a doctorate in his early 20s and entered Stasta He became an intern at Howard Stark Industry and became Howard Stark's right-hand man.

Until Pearl Harbor was attacked and the United States declared war on the Axis powers, he followed Howard to develop weapons for the military. During a retreat, a dozen scientists including him were attacked by the German army. It was Captain America who led the Roaring Commando to rescue them. took them.

That was the first time he saw Sergeant Barnes.

Bucky has a pair of passionate and focused green eyes, and full lips that are different from other Alphas. When he smiles, his brows and eyes are full of spring breeze. He is still a heartless young man, a rare bright color in the dark war.

Rumlow was caught by the sergeant's rolling eyes, and felt his heart beat for the first time in more than 20 years.

That night in the small bar on the battlefield, almost all the Betas crowded towards Captain America. As the only Omega present, Rumlow disabled the inhibitors and mustered up the courage to ask Bucky to drink a glass of wine.

At that time, the inhibitor had to be taken every day, and the best way for an Omega to show goodwill was to stop using the inhibitor and let the Alpha around him smell his pheromone.

They walked out of the pub together that night, walking through the wild night, the stars shining on their faces, and they were so young, so young that they had never feared death.

The seemingly sophisticated Bucky asked him stupidly why he could still smell rum after leaving the bar.

He leaned over and gave Bucky a fluffy kiss. The strong smell of rum made Alpha understand everything.

This kiss was the bravest thing Rumlow ever did in his life.

But Bucky pushed him away and told him that he would leave tomorrow with Captain America to go to the next mission.

Rumlow was at a loss, and was about to turn around and leave, but Bucky took him into his arms from behind.

But wars always end, don't they?If I'm still alive after the war, think about me again.Bucky also likes this handsome and gentle Omega who smells so bad, so he said so.

Rumlow nodded, Alpha's warm breath swept over the Omega glands in his neck, and the surging youthful emotion made his face burn.

They just talked about unimportant things in silence, and Bucky loved to talk about his good friend Captain America.

The next day, Rumlow watched the Roaring Commando leave. Under the brilliance of the morning sun, Bucky turned his head and gave him an unforgettable smile.

Baba could have had a night with the Omega who admired him and regarded him as a hero, and even tagged Rumlow, but he pushed him away.It is very difficult for a sergeant like him to have an Omega in peaceful times. Omega has always been a wife and plaything that only powerful Alphas are entitled to.

Over the next year, they passed letters several times.

Until the news of the death of Sergeant Barnes came, Rumlow was still looking forward to his next reply.

Yes, wars always end, but soldiers always die on the eve of victory.

Rumlow could no longer be elated by the victory.

After the war, he has been doing research work in Stark Industries and published good results. He was regarded as an idol in the Omega affirmative action movement, gave lectures at universities, and brought interns.

He thought it was going to be like this for the rest of his life, but he had Maria.

After another day of sleepless nights, he realized that the estrus had arrived earlier, and just happened to bump into Howard, who had returned drunk from the celebration banquet. The two single adults hit it off without any extra words.

One night later, Howard's remorse and avoidance in waking up in the morning made everything clear to Rumlow. He quit his job at Stark Industries and went to the Federal Institute for Metal Research. Ten months later, he gave birth to a girl.

Maria's arrival healed the aching wound, and his life began to have laughter.

But he has never been favored by the goddess of fate, a wrong parameter in the laboratory, a piece of formula accidentally obtained, that is not the power that humans should master, and it is destined to bring malice that humans cannot bear.

After being kidnapped by HYDRA, he met Bucky again, and it was probably the worst reunion in the world.

He was full of vicissitudes, unable to protect himself, exhausted physically and mentally.That person still vaguely looks like when he was young, but the only thing he remembers is how to kill people.

Bucky, Maria, Alchemy Formula, Howard...

are lost forever in his life.

18 years later.

"I need you to authorize Hydra's undercover research and activities within S.H.I.E.L.D." The blond Alpha hiding in the shadows said unhurriedly. He wore a human. The face of a red skull turned into a warrior serum.

Pierce's expression changed, but he could only nod in agreement.Otherwise, evidence of his collusion with HYDRA would be on the S.H.I.E.L.D. director's desk the next morning.

"You see, power is like a cup of honey mixed with drugs. Once you take such a small sip," the Red Skull stood up and patted Pierce on the shoulder, "it seeps into your bone marrow and you can't quit it anymore." .”

Ten years ago, when Pierce was demoted and punished because of the failure of the rescue mission, he was an administrator in the file management room, addicted to alcohol every day, and lived in chaos. He is highly appreciated by the Stein branch and has already become the director's right-hand man.

The Red Skull fished Pierce out of a Queens bar and offered him a deal.

He had to accept that he was just getting what he deserved, which was S.H.I.E.L.D., what Nick Fury owed him.

In the following ten years, with the help of the Red Skull, he made great progress until he became the deputy director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Nick Fury's immediate boss.

That feeling is so wonderful, like walking on the clouds and being able to get a dazzling rainbow in the sky.

"Officially join us and become a member of us." Red Skull looked directly at Pierce, who was already in high position, and extended an invitation.

"I thought we were just a mutually beneficial partnership." Pierce declined.

Red Skull's tone was gentle, like a father coaxing a child: "A few days later, when your chief dies in a small accident and you succeed as chief, maybe you will be willing, right?"

"I..."

Just as Pierce and the Red Skull were encroaching on S.H.I.E.L.D., the son of Howard, the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D., was born.

He was very happy when he was old.

Tony opened his big chocolate-colored eyes and stared at this strange world curiously. Surrounded by good blessings, he was destined to become the richest person in the world.

A billionaire, genius, scientist, philanthropist, playboy.

Fifteen years later, in the lower-town slums of Gotham, a few hundred miles away, Maria Rumlow gave birth to a dark-haired boy.

He had golden brown eyes as good as his grandfather's but was born on filthy sheets to a despicable whore mother who was picking up customers for a few bucks before the day he was born and was supposed to suckle and water There are still bruised and purple pinch marks on his place.

The neighborhood around him is full of violent maniacs, thieves, pedophiles, drug addicts, drug addicts and bail-outs.

Just as Tony Stark was born rich, he was destined to be shameless, nasty, violent and ferocious in order to survive.

His name, like his grandfather's, was Brock Rumlow.