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

The Winter Soldier found the dilapidated small hotel following the signal of the contact device on Brock.The overall situation was initially determined, and he should have followed Magneto and Natasha to join the battlefield against Hydra.

But when he crawled on the commanding heights and shot the enemy's heart with a precise sniper bullet, the Hydra soldier who looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old widened his eyes, his legs softened, and he fell slowly on the ground. on the ground.

The young man's lifeless face is not evil at all, but very immature, full of innocence and foolishness.

He looked just like the German teenagers who were encouraged by Hitler to go to war decades ago without hesitation.

The Winter Soldier suddenly couldn't muster the energy to reload the magazine.

"If the war is over and you still want to keep your soul, don't shoot the enemy who is running away from you." On the French battlefield, the blond man in memory said to him who was still called Bucky.

The man regarded as a war idol, the Captain America in everyone's mouth, actually has a heart full of kindness and compassion.

Along with the memory came an electric shock-like pain.

The Winter Soldier looked at the red-eyed crowd in the scope, silently raised his gun and left the battlefield, then lowered his head and turned on the communicator on his wrist to locate Brock.

Fortunately, Brock was deeply in the dizziness of a cold, and he knew that these superheroes had no hostility towards him, so he didn't deal with his traces.

The Winter Soldier wanted to knock on the door and go in, but when he knocked on the door three times, he only got a grumpy from the man in the room——

"roll!!!"

The man with big eyes licked his lips, held the revolving door handle with one hand, and pulled it out gently—the door fell off.

The Winter Soldier was dumbfounded.

After a second, he carefully lifted the door, stood on tiptoe and stretched out his arms to support the door frame on the wall, trying to save the broken door that had died unexpectedly.

Bullock was overwhelmed by the raging cold virus and was basically in a semi-comatose state.But even so, his keen hearing picked up the tinkling noise of the Winter Soldier.

He opened his eyes angrily and helplessly, watching the Winter Soldier concentrate on screwing the screws on the door frame.

"What are you doing here?"

The Winter Soldier put down his work and walked in. He looked down at Omega with an unnatural blush on his face, and said flatly, "Passing by."

Bullock: "...do you think I'm as stupid as you are?"

"Well, you're smarter than me." The Winter Soldier put on an expression of "I don't fight with you" and reached out to touch Brock's forehead, but was slapped away hard.

The Winter Soldier felt the burning warmth in his hand and said calmly, "You are sick, get up and go to the hospital."

"This is my room, get the fuck out of me." Bullock sighed and said politely.

The Winter Soldier shook his head: "No."

Brock simply covered himself with a quilt, intending to ignore this nosy idiot.

He couldn't be beaten again and again, and scolded couldn't be effective, so what else could he do?

Brock, who had just physically shielded the Winter Soldier, felt sleepy again. He yawned and fell asleep.

"Go to the hospital."

"Don't go."

"you are sick."

"roll!!!"

"I carry you?"

"Believe it or not, I shot your head off!"

After a strong resistance, the Winter Soldier stood quietly by his bed for 3 minutes.

Then he went to Anmen again.

After securing the door, the Winter Soldier was about to go out to buy some antipyretics and antibiotics. Brock was obviously unwilling to go to the hospital, and New York had just resumed its urban operation, and the hospital was full of all kinds of patients.

But again, there is a similar shortage of medicines in pharmacies.

It was already dark when the Winter Soldier rushed back after buying the medicine, and he stopped by the sidewalk to buy a lot of junk food at a small stand selling hamburgers and hot dogs.

He remembered that Bullock liked to eat this kind of high-fat and high-calorie junk food the most.

"Get up and take your medicine." The Winter Soldier held a large plastic bag, opened the door with the key he got from the front desk, and said to the man in the room.

Omega had already woken up, he was leaning against the wall beside the bed, his hair was wet and limp, as if he got up again to take a shower.

"How high is your fever?" The Winter Soldier unfolded the instructions for the antipyretic medicine, his fingers skimming over rows of densely packed black letters.

"I don't know," Brock said nonchalantly, "I don't need to take medicine, I'm in good health."

He looked up at the Winter Soldier, and naturally snatched the junk food from his hand, quickly tore open the package of the hamburger, picked up the cheese beef inside and gnawed.

The Winter Soldier is displeased with his attitude.

"I'm going to get a thermometer."

Brock hummed and answered him.

The Winter Soldier went downstairs again, grabbed the girl who checked in at the front desk of the hotel, and asked curtly, "Is there a thermometer?"

The girl was taken aback by his cold and fierce tone, she glanced at the Winter Soldier's arm that was shining with cold light, and whispered: "Sorry, our hotel doesn't provide..."

The Winter Soldier frowned, turned around and prepared to go out again.

The girl said timidly: "If, if you don't dislike it, I can use mine for you."

The Winter Soldier turned his head and nodded.

"Thank you."

The girl smiled, bent down and rummaged through the drawers on the counter, and finally handed the Winter Soldier a thermometer and a small box of alcohol swabs.

When the Winter Soldier took the things, the girl's fingertips touched the back of his hand lightly.

The man in front of him has disheveled hair, but he can still tell that he is tall and handsome, with big and eye-catching eyes, like a dark deep forest in the mountains and forests. Although his temperament is cold, his slightly round face and plump lips give him a kind of aura. The inadvertent childishness, and even the coldness on his body that is thousands of miles away from others can't help but make women feel distressed.

The girl's face was a little red, and she mustered up the courage to ask: "Sir, can you leave your contact information?"

The Winter Soldier was slightly stunned, his lips were tightly shut, and he shook his head.

The girl lowered her face in disappointment and stopped talking.

If he was still Bucky, he would be very happy, maybe he would take the opportunity to make fun of him.

But he is no longer young, and the changes in the world also make him uneasy. The sins of the past are like a demon devouring shadows, chasing him all the time.

The Winter Soldier went upstairs, first took Brock's temperature semi-compulsively, and then followed the dosage instructions on the medicine, picked out a few capsules from a board of medicine, put them in the palm of his hand, and waited for Brock to pick them up.

Brock didn't reach out for a long time.

Perhaps it is difficult for a sick person to have the energy to put up an ordinary disguise. He looked at the Winter Soldier with a complicated expression, and asked slowly: "What do you mean?"

He said "what do you mean", but the Winter Soldier could tell that what he really wanted to ask was "what are your intentions", which made him a little nervous, raised his hand a little higher, and said, "Take the medicine first. "

Bullock was very obedient this time, he lowered his head, threw the medicine into his mouth, took a sip of water and swallowed it whole.

The Winter Soldier noticed that he had two hairlines on his head, one on the left hairline and one on the back of his head, which caused his hair to stand up in these two places, and his short black hair was the same as others difficult to handle.

Interesting, the Winter Soldier thought.

"We'll be back soon," said the Winter Soldier, "I'm not going back to Hydra."

"Oh." Bullock retracted under the quilt, looked at the ceiling, and thought, what does this have to do with me?Tell me there is a fart use?

"I..." The Winter Soldier was at a loss for words, and he suddenly sat down beside Brock's bed, "I know what you want to ask, but I don't know how to answer it now."

why do i care about you

why i care about you

Some things are done based on the first reaction, but it is a painful process to get to the bottom of one's feelings afterwards.

The Winter Soldier once tortured his heart. If the Omega who came to this parallel universe with him was not Brock, what would he do?

He should still help that Omega, but I'm afraid he won't be so caring.

At this moment, looking at the silent Bullock, the scar in the Winter Soldier's heart, which has healed more than half, began to itch unbearably, ready to move.

"Have you ever thought," the Winter Soldier said with difficulty, "that your life... may have another possibility."

If he saves Dr. Rumlow, then Maria will definitely have a good living environment. Dr. Rumlow can raise her well, and Bullock will be a little Omega who has been loved since childhood. Live the life of licking blood with the tip of a knife.

Brock sneered, "No."

The Winter Soldier stretched out his hand again to check the temperature of Bullock's forehead, and the human arm slid into the man's hair in a mysterious way, brushing against the two knuckles on Bullock's head.

Brock cursed angrily, took out the dagger under the pillow and stabbed the Winter Soldier's neck steadily and accurately, without any apparent illness.

Some people are born with the claws of wolves, and they are wild and unruly.

The Winter Soldier turned around to avoid it, grabbed Bullock's wrist, and with a forceful snap, the dagger fell to the ground with a bang, and rolled several times crisply.

Brock didn't get angry anymore, he twisted the corner of his mouth, broke free, raised the Winter Soldier's chin, and slowly rubbed it, while the other hand caressed the Winter Soldier's metal arm, loving it.

"Want to sleep with me?"

Brock's fingertips were hot, and the Winter Soldier couldn't resist rubbing his face against his palm.

"I think so," said the Winter Soldier, "but I wish I didn't think so."

He stared at Bullock: "Do you understand the feeling?"

Brock has a strong sexual attraction to him that surpasses any previous Omega, which makes him feel sorry for both Dr. Rumlow and Brock in front of him.

"Because you know my grandfather shit?" Brock snorted.

The Winter Soldier nodded.

"Then get out of here, I hate you kind of grumpy people the most." Bullock withdrew his hand and said lazily.

It's so strange, when he had ten thousand eyes and didn't want to look at the Winter Soldier, this kid wanted to tie it to his waistband every day.

But now, as soon as he let go, the man uttered a bunch of nonsense.

"I'm sorry." The Winter Soldier lowered his head, turned and left the room, and gently closed the door for Brock.

When humanity gradually awakened in his body, it was difficult for him to express his desires as unscrupulously as before.

That night, the Winter Soldier stood outside the door all night, guarding the door for Brock, afraid that any remnants of Hydra would disturb his rest.

During the night, the Winter Soldier thought a lot.

Until the next morning, the Winter Soldier received a text message from Tony on his communicator:

The pieces of the Rubik's Cube are all collected.