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

When he got up the next morning, Bullock saw the purple stain on the bed sheet.

He pointed and asked, "Did you wet the bed?"

The Winter Soldier endured the humiliation: "No."

"Then what is this?"

The Winter Soldier thought carefully and said, "I'm injured, I'm bleeding."

Brock: "...are you an alien?"

The Winter Soldier thought hard and found a reason for himself: "Brainwashing, sequelae."

"Oh?" Brock looked at him suspiciously, "You will wash the sheets in a while."

The Winter Soldier poked his neck: "No."

Bullock: "..."

He glanced at the Winter Soldier, finally yawned helplessly, took a bath with clean water, sterilized the wound, changed the medicine and bandages, and when he came out of the bathroom, the Winter Soldier was sitting on the dining table, waiting to be fed .

When Brock saw the Winter Soldier's eyes light up for a moment, he felt like a mother hen.

It was still the kind that would coo at the chicks, full of love.

Bullock perfunctorily picked up two pieces of bread, cut them up, stuffed them with something, made a few sandwiches, poured the milk he bought yesterday into a glass, and placed it in front of the Winter Soldier.

The mission called for him to report to Captain America three days later, and Coulson rented a house next door to Steve.

Surely he couldn't take the Winter Soldier with him.

"I'm going to work in three days," Brock said casually, "You stay in Gotham first, and if you need anything, go to Selena, and if you can't, go to Bruce."

The Winter Soldier was chewing something with his cheeks bulging, and he opened his mouth wide when he heard the words, his whole body showed a strange state of complete stillness, like a crashed robot.

"What?" Bullock felt a little depressed seeing him like a big-headed fool.

The Winter Soldier came back to his senses, quickly swallowed what was in his mouth, and complained seriously: "You said it, I will follow you."

Bullock sneered: "You believe everything I say? It's been a waste of time for more than 90 years."

The Winter Soldier seems to be a little bit heartbroken.

He quickly drank the milk in the quilt, stood up, frowned, the water in the big round eyes was like weeping, and the green irises reflected the sunlight from the window, which made one's heart soften.

However, the black-haired man in front of him was completely unmoved, he should eat and drink.

The Winter Soldier sat back angrily.

But he didn't control the strength well, and the chair collapsed all of a sudden.

The Winter Soldier sat blankly on the ruins of the chair, and heard Brock's chuckle from above his head, which seemed to come from his chest, and seemed to flow through the sand on the beach, warmed by the sun.

Hearing the itching of Winter Soldier's eardrums, he couldn't care less about being angry for a while.

"Tsk, you bastard," the mature man in his twenties sneered mercilessly at the ninety-year-old man, "do you really think of me as your mother chicken? You are already weaned, and you can still live without me."

The Winter Soldier got up, pushed Brock hard against the wall, and asked him, "I believe in you."

Bullock couldn't quite keep up with his brain circuit, and raised his eyebrows and asked, "But I betrayed you?"

The Winter Soldier nodded.

Brock pressed his head down funny, and bit his Adam's apple hard.

"Daddy wants to earn money to support the family," Bullock said, "You stay at home obediently, watch TV, play with your mobile phone, and learn to do some housework, isn't that okay?"

The Winter Soldier shook his head stubbornly again.

Brock patted the Winter Soldier's face, and said earnestly: "Listen, although I don't mind whether you are the Winter Soldier or James Barnes, this world is very dangerous. If you don't want to go back to Hydra, your brainwashing is not enough. The problem with the activation words will have to be resolved one day, I will explore the way first, and after making sure that Captain America is okay, I will hand you over to him."

The Winter Soldier gritted his teeth.

"What about you?"

Bullock pushed him away, stretched his waist, squinted his eyes and said, "Get rid of your burden, and I can do whatever I want."

The Winter Soldier felt depressed and angry.

Who is that Captain America?

Kind of annoying.

......

The entire S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers knew that Captain America recently had a 24-hour personal bodyguard. He was a young Omega under the age of 20. At the youngest age, he should be a confused and innocent rookie who didn't understand anything.

That sounds really bad.

At least for Tony Stark, who can't help but speculate on Nick Fury with the utmost malice that the one-eyed man might be trying to trap Steve with a beauty trick.

And that goofy good old man, an antique gentleman from the twenties, might just be hooked.

Tony found an excuse to go to S.H.I.E.L.D., relying on the partnership with S.H.I.E.L.D. to build a cube prison for criminals with superpowers. He picked and picked, disgusted Nick Fury, and threatened God The Shield Bureau took back the goblins they sent out.

With a rare good temper, Nick Fury said with a smile: "This is approved by Rogers. If you don't agree, you can talk to him yourself."

Tony then went to see Steve again.

The good old man apologized guiltily.

"I'm sorry, I know that people in the alliance don't like the interference of S.H.I.E.L.D. I will discuss with him and let him not participate in the mission of the Avengers."

Tony was fuming with anger. He folded his arms and rolled his eyes. He kept looking up and looking at people with his nose, and said, "Whatever you want, I'm really worrying about it. No wonder you were tricked by Nick Fury so many times."

Do you know how troublesome it would be if that Omega picked you up?Tony thought to himself.

The good-tempered Steve can be stabbed by Tony's yin and yang every time.

He took a deep breath, resisted the urge to refute Tony, lowered his head and stared at Tony with blue eyes, and said sincerely: "You should trust my professionalism."

Tony: "Hehe." Who wants to tell you this! ?

He stroked his neatly trimmed mustache, turned around and left.

Before he had gone two meters, he was grabbed by the person behind him.

The warmth of Steve's palm passed through the fabric on Tony's wrist to his skin, and Tony felt warm in his heart.

"I'm not going to treat him differently just because he's an omega," Steve said.

Tony just wanted to make a joke to ease the atmosphere, when he heard Steve say honestly again: "After these few days of contact, I know that he is a very professional person, you shouldn't think of a dedicated and serious person like this. Agent."

Tony: "..."

Goodbye.

Until Tony met the buzzing Omega from S.H.I.E.L.D.—Tony wasn't even sure he could call him an Omega.

The most vicious Omega Playboy has ever seen is Black Widow. Although she is skilled and smarter than anyone else, she still pays great attention to her appearance on weekdays. She has red curly hair, a hot body, and slightly picked green eyes. There are two small hooks, if you don't pay attention, you will be hooked by her.

Brock had just sent out a mission with Steve that day. He blamed the enemy for being too strong. Half of his face was bruised, and his uniform was torn to pieces by a knife, revealing the strong muscles and bloody streaks inside.

Tony watched with a toothache while Bullock tore off the clothes stuck to the blood and flesh of the wound without changing his expression, and poured medical alcohol on the wound.

And without anesthesia, I used needles to sew up the wound myself.

Tony propped his arms in thought, and began to believe what Steve said—he really is a very dedicated agent.

And what about S.H.I.E.L.D.?Are there no professional doctors?

Brock looked at Iron Man who used business as an excuse every now and then, but actually came to S.H.I.E.L.D. to visit Captain America, and felt that he could see a deep pity in the eyes of the billionaire.

He raised his eyebrows and explained to Tony, "It's all minor injuries."

Tony rolled his Adam's apple, turned his head to look at Steve who was writing a mission report on the office desktop, and said, "The alliance recently recruited two newcomers, a pair of mutant siblings. Tomorrow is their final interview. You remember coming to Avengers Tower."

Steve responded, looked up and said, "Send me their details."

Tony leaned against the wall idly, ordering Jarvis to send the information of Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch to Steve's personal terminal.

Steve took a rough look and expressed his satisfaction.

But looking at the dark circles under Tony's eyes that were about to spread to the corners of his mouth, he asked dissatisfiedly: "Tony, you stayed up late again last night? Your complexion is bad and you seem to be fatter than the last time we met. Jarvis didn't urge you Sleep well, don't eat junk food and exercise every day?"

"Blablabla," Tony rolled his eyes and interrupted him, then turned and left, "In the future, if the Avengers have any activities, you can call your little bodyguard. I will pay you an extra salary, hourly salary, five times that of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Bullock looked at Steve blankly: "Is your boyfriend?"

The tips of Steve's ears were a little red, he turned the pen in his hand a little flustered, and whispered, "Huh? He, he's not."

Brock raised his uninjured arm, patted Steve on the shoulder, and said to the ninety-year-old Brooklyn old man again: "Hold on tight, his pheromone taste is delicious."

Steve was a little puzzled: "He is a Beta and has no smell? How can you smell his pheromone?"

Bullock nodded cautiously: "I can smell money, it smells good."

Steve: "..."