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

It took Bullock two days to figure out what happened.

They probably traveled to a world similar to a parallel universe.

In this world, there are also superheroes, and there are also Avengers.Also, humans in this world are only divided into men and women, and there is no estrus period.

But apart from these most basic information, the two still know nothing about this wonderful universe.

Not to mention that the Winter Soldier is an idiot.

Holding a baggy black jumper and a pair of the most ordinary dark blue jeans in his hand, Brock tried to persuade the Winter Soldier to change his very conspicuous black combat uniform that was not a good citizen at first glance.

The Winter Soldier sat on the hotel bed and shook his head.

"No."

Brock gritted his teeth with anger.

"why?"

"I have to report back to the organization. There are positioning devices in the clothes so they can find me." The Winter Soldier glanced at him, as if he was very displeased with him asking such an obvious question.

No way, Brock had to change his way. He pointed to the Winter Soldier's dirty hair and claws, and asked, "Then don't you need to take a bath?"

The Winter Soldier nodded, then stood up, arms outstretched.

Brock: "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Organizational regulations." The Winter Soldier said concisely.

Bullock: "???"

"Because this mission doesn't require me to integrate into human society," the Winter Soldier said sternly, "so I didn't do the consciousness implantation about the common sense of life."

Brock took a deep breath and calmed himself: "You need me to wash you?"

The Winter Soldier applauds his realization and takes it a step further.

I don't know why, but he looks like a human target in Brock's eyes at the moment, very suitable for shooting out with a gun.

"Then you should know how to undress!" Bullock pressed his impulsive right hand with his left hand, preventing it from picking up the gun on the table.

The Winter Soldier withdrew his hand, frowned at the buttons on his clothes, and hesitantly tugged lightly.

The clasp fell off.

"Is that right?" the Winter Soldier asked.

"Fine, that's it," Brock kept a smirk on his face, "you're such a smart cutie."

The Winter Soldier seemed to understand that this was a compliment, and he said unhappily: "I have a logistics team in the organization, and the information they pass on to me is accurate."

"Take off quickly!"

"......Oh."

The Winter Soldier thought to himself that he would rather find the organization by himself, but the organization sent him on this task in the hope that he could attract more fresh blood through his strong personal strength and charisma.Among this batch of graduates in the academy, the Omega in front of him is undoubtedly worth recruiting, so he should bring Brock back with him.

The Winter Soldier stripped himself clean quickly, and he went into the bathroom, where he had another difficulty choosing between a shower head and a bathtub.

"Rumlow." He called Brock.

Brock has always been a crooked bastard, and he always knows who to offend and who will die horribly after being offended.So, when the Winter Soldier's attitude was still cooperative, he also took off his clothes and walked into the bathroom barefoot.

The room in this remote small hotel is not big, but it is clean. The bathroom has a floor-to-ceiling mirror, and there are disposable toiletries in the cabinet, as well as several boxes of condoms of different varieties.

Brock flipped the switch, filled the bathtub with hot water, and told the Winter Soldier to let him sit in it.

The Winter Soldier bent down, stirred the water gently with his fingers, stared at the ripples in the water, and asked blankly, "Is this a bath?"

Brock: "...how else?"

The Winter Soldier endured it for a while, but he still couldn't hold it back. He accused: "I always do dry cleaning in the organization."

"Are you a down jacket or some silk evening dress?"

The Winter Soldier's eyes widened slightly, as if shocked by his ignorance, he explained in a low voice: "They said that this is good for maintaining my arms, and it is also suitable for freezing me."

Bullock had seen the world, he turned on the shower head, and prepared to take a bath for himself.

"Oh, I see, you are not a down jacket, you are a popsicle, you need to put it in the refrigerator to keep it fresh, or it will melt."

The Winter Soldier carefully sat down in the bathtub, stretching out his metal arms to rest on the edge of the bathtub.

Then he looked up in bewilderment, staring at the man who had promised to help him take a bath.

That body, like him, was shaped to be extremely suitable for combat.However, Omega's physiological structure and hormone levels are different from Alpha's. Although Bullock has trained his shoulders and arms to be well-defined, his waist is thinner and his hips are more plump.

Brock was a little hairy under his stare. He rummaged through the cabinet, took out two small bags of body wash, put them in front of the Winter Soldier, and asked him, "Which one do you want?"

One bag is mint flavored and the other is milk flavored.

"What's the difference?"

Bullock thought for a moment: "Peppermint tastes cool when applied, and milk...just fucking milk."

Winter Soldier: "Don't be cold, it's like being frozen."

Brock raised his eyebrows in surprise, and he noticed that the corners of the Winter Soldier's mouth drooped, as if he was depressed.

Strange, when did he become an expert in facial expressions?Rollins never knew when he was happy and when he was sad.

Brock's hands were slippery with water, so he had to bite lightly with his teeth, tore open the shower gel packaging bag and handed it to the Winter Soldier.

After the Winter Soldier took it, he pinched it tentatively, and a mass of greasy, white, milk-smelling object lay in his palm. He stretched out his hand and poked it, a little at a loss.

"You foam them up and rub them on your body!!!" I don't know if it was the Winter Soldier's illusion, but he saw that Brock's face was a little dark.

The Winter Soldier clasped his hands together and rubbed them together a few times.

Rub it a few more times.

The milk-scented body wash slid down his frictionless metal arm to the floor.

"It's not the same as what you said." The Winter Soldier felt that he had been deceived, but he decided to forgive the Omega. After all, Rumlow was not a professional weapons manager, nor had he attended the training courses organized by the organization.

"My God," Brock took out another bag of body wash, lathered it up and applied it on the Winter Soldier, "Are you the Winter Soldier or the winter fucking baby!"

Soon, Bullock knew he was not a baby

Because something limp on the Winter Soldier stood up, facing Brock squarely.

The Winter Soldier lowered his furry head and took a look.

"Can you smell me?"

Brock: "...what smell?"

The Winter Soldier: "The smell of rut."

Bullock: "I can't smell it."

The Winter Soldier was puzzled: "Then why did it become like this? I'm not in heat yet."

Then the cold and ruthless killer raised his head, and complained suddenly in his flat tone: "I see, it's because you're touching me."

Brock looked at his round face full of bewilderment and "it's all your fault", grinned grimly, picked up the shower head, turned on the cold water valve, and poured it mercilessly.

"That's good." After Brock washed his hair again, he opened the door and invited the Winter Soldier out.

When he took two minutes to wash himself and come out with a towel, the Winter Soldier was sitting on the hotel bed, dripping wet, his hair still dripping.

Brock couldn't take it anymore and yelled, "Can't you fucking dry yourself? I'm not your fucking mom! You still want me to breastfeed you?!"

After he finished speaking, he picked up the cup on the table and threw it at it.

Two seconds later, before he could react, a dagger was stuck in his shoulder, and another throwing knife was stuck on the side of his neck. With just a light stroke, the carotid artery would rupture, and the blood Under the strong squeeze of the heart muscle, it splashed to the ceiling. After 1 minute, he would fall into a deep coma due to excessive blood loss, and he would be brain dead within 5 minutes.

The Winter Soldier was really aggrieved this time. He looked down at Brock condescendingly and asked, "Why did you attack me?"

Bullock forced a smile on his face and said, "I'm sorry, I have a bad temper, I didn't mean it."

The Winter Soldier pursed his lips and thought for a while.

"Kill me and no one will help you shower," Bullock said.

"You didn't do the consciousness implantation about the common sense of life, did you? Someone was supposed to pick you up after this mission, but something happened, how should you go back by yourself?" Bullock's mind was under the threat of death. It turns fast.

Why didn't Hydra give him a consciousness implant about the common sense of life?

How to bathe, eat, sleep and make phone calls... should be much simpler than those tactical arrangements and weapon knowledge.

Brock only thought of one possibility, that is, Hydra was afraid that the Winter Soldier would leave, so he turned him into a machine that couldn't be taken care of by others and only knew how to kill.

Apparently, Hydra doesn't trust the Winter Soldier that much either.

Brock turned his mind a few times, but still had a sincere expression on his face.

The Winter Soldier seemed to be convinced by him. He moved the throwing knife away and said with disgust, "You should be more professional."

Bullock, who was not as skilled as others, could only bear the humiliation and pulled out the small knife on his shoulder.

Fortunately, the Winter Soldier didn't use much force. The tip of the knife was only inserted about two centimeters. He simply sewed a stitch and put a band-aid on it.

Brock, who can stretch and bend, went to work with injuries, finished wiping his hair, and then wiped the precious mechanical arm of the Winter Soldier with a towel.

"Where are my clothes?" The Winter Soldier's hair was blown by the warm air from the hairdryer, which made him feel much better.

Brock: "Throw it away."

Seeing that the old man squinted his eyes and was about to get angry again, Bullock confessed: "I took out the locator and put it on the table by the door."

He really didn't know how to explain to the Winter Soldier that they were no longer in the original universe, so he could only fool around.

Winter Soldier: "Oh."

Bullock: "You're going to go out naked without the clothes I've got for you."

Winter Soldier: "Oh."

Bullock: "It will embarrass the organization, and they will continue to freeze you when they get angry."

Winter Soldier: "...wear."