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

After Captain America left, Brock went straight into the bedroom and dug the Winter Soldier out of the closet.

The Winter Soldier sat with his legs curled up in a pile of clothes, his hair was messed up, his mouth was pursed, and he looked a little bad. He took a quick glance at the door and asked, "That man... is Captain America? "

"Yes," Bullock trimmed his hair and fed him another piece of barbecue. "Your 'best friend', do you want to see him?"

The Winter Soldier took a deep breath after eating, hesitating a little: "I will...bring him trouble."

Bullock chuckled: "Since you are still on the most wanted list of S.H.I.E.L.D. and have assassinated countless dignitaries, that's right."

The Winter Soldier stood up, watching the flow of people on the street outside the window, his brain throbbing with pain.

"In the past few days, I have remembered something."

Brock ate all the barbecue on the plate, sat on the sofa and turned on the TV, thinking a bit anxiously, you don't want to talk to me, do you?

But the Winter Soldier didn't speak, just looked outside quietly, the only sound in the room was the screaming of the talk show host, but he could hear countless screams and gunshots, including adults, children, and even interspersed A few short German words have passed through the long time of more than 70 years, but they are as vivid as if they were on the scene.

The weather in New York is much better than Gotham. Even though it was already 06:30 in the afternoon, the sun was still warm. A white-collar man in a black suit and tie hurried past. A stray dog ​​with knotted hair was on the ground. Rubbing hard, barking.

The Winter Soldier glanced back, Brock was lazily leaning on the sofa, and the greasy tableware was piled in and out in the sink.

It's kind of like home here.

He blinked and found a little blond girl at the window on the opposite floor.

She was wearing a small light green floral dress, her skin was white and glowing, she was staring at the outside with the open window in a daze, holding a lazy white cat in her hand, the Winter Soldier's throat was a little tight, he saw his own A figure appeared behind the girl, condescending, and slowly brought a gun to the back of the girl's head.

Unknowingly, the girl stuck out her tongue mischievously towards the window and towards the Winter Soldier in reality.

"Don't..." The Winter Soldier caressed the glass of the window with his fingers, almost begging in a humble tone.

But the cold killer didn't even bat an eye.

There was a loud bang in my ear, and the girl and myself in the hallucination suddenly disappeared, like a colorful bubble that was rotten in the sun,

The Winter Soldier rubbed the space between his brows, and took out the small notebook in his pocket—it was not big, about as long as his hand, with a blue ballpoint pen sandwiched between the pages.

He was very clumsy, and wrote down the scene he saw just one stroke at a time.

On July 1983, 7, Vienna, Austria, Schneider's family, a total of eight people, including a seven-year-old girl.

Flipping forward in the notebook, it was his crooked, densely packed small characters.

In 1979, in St. Petersburg, Soviet Union, he was the Minister of Energy at that time, with one minister's secretary and three guards.

In 1994, in Virginia, USA, the underground mutant organization brought back five mutant test subjects for Hydra.

.........

.........

The Winter Soldier turned faster and faster, and finally the battered notebook fell to the ground with a thud.He breathed heavily, didn't pick it up, and stared at it, as if glaring at a demon crawling up from hell—it was bloody, dirty, and carried a heavy life debt, which made his back almost bent.

Bullock didn't know when he stood behind him, lit a cigarette, and watched silently without saying a word.

The wafting smell of tobacco circled the room several times, and finally wafted into the Winter Soldier's nose, filling his lungs with the smoky smell.

The Winter Soldier turned his back to the red, bloody sunset outside the window, sneaking a glance at Brock from time to time, like a child who has done something wrong and is waiting for his parents to punish him.

Brock didn't know why, so he smiled at him with a crooked mouth, and bent down to pick up the notebook that had been flipped through countless times not long after he bought it.

He held it in one hand, and the index finger and middle finger of the other hand still held a cigarette, and he looked down at a few pages casually.

After reading it, he closed the dark brown notebook nonchalantly, poured a glass of ice water for the Winter Soldier, and cut a few slices of lemon in it, but the slices were very rough. One lemon slice was as thick as a finger, and the Winter Soldier's face was sour. All wrinkled.

"Don't think about being so uncomfortable," Bullock blew out a coquettish smoke ring, "Why do you have to make things difficult for yourself?"

"I..." The Winter Soldier drank the glass of ice water with lemon that was so sour, "I always see them, hear them, I, I can't forget them."

"The doctor I asked Selena to find for you," Bullock said, "have you seen it yet?"

The Winter Soldier nodded.

Then he took out the diagnostic notes that were stuck on the last few pages of the notebook and showed them to Bullock.

Brock glanced at it for a few times, but didn't understand much, only understood the general meaning.

The Winter Soldier's brain tissue was damaged, visual and auditory hallucinations, accompanied by memory loss, and some schizophrenia appeared, but his self-cognition is still normal, and several brain CTs of different dates can prove that he is gradually recovering.

Bullock flicked the ashtray into the ashtray, crumpled the pieces of paper and put them in his pocket, and said, "Don't keep looking at this thing all the time, isn't this reminding yourself that you are sick, I'll give it to you first. Got it."

The Winter Soldier snorted.

I suddenly felt that the glass of sour lemonade became sweet.

After smoking a cigarette, Bullock did more than a dozen sets of squats against the wall, and struggled on the ground to complete hundreds of push-ups. After calculating the amount of exercise today, he thought about personal hygiene and went to the bathroom slowly. Take a shower.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Brock, with wet hair, lay sprawled on the bed, and excitedly browsed the college forum. After graduation, many hidden forums were opened, and eating melons and watching dramas on the forum every day became a great pleasure for him.

"Hey, I washed the dishes." Bullock saw the Winter Soldier standing at the head of the bed looking at him strangely, the shadow was just covering his head, so gloomy, he couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

The Winter Soldier gritted his teeth, went to wash the dishes, and then came back to continue to rape him.

"Wipe the floor too."

The Winter Soldier mopped the floor again.

"Is the table cleared?"

The Winter Soldier picked up a rag in his metal arm, and diligently wiped everything he could.

Bullock raised his eyes lazily, and pointed with his finger: "Why don't you wipe the window glass too?"

He was answered with a kiss that the Winter Soldier couldn't bear, and the vengeful little thing bit his tongue so hard that Brock hissed in pain.

Kissing Brock couldn't help laughing.

The Winter Soldier looked at him darkly.

"Have you really learned how to do housework?" Bullock glanced at the shiny floor, "It seems that you took good care of yourself when I was away."

Brock pinched the Winter Soldier's cheek, and said in amazement: "The face can grow rounder."

The Winter Soldier's face darkened even more.

What's going on with this Omega!

It's agreed that if Alpha kisses her, her legs will soften!

......

The Winter Soldier slept so well for the first time in a month, and the moonlight shone on his young face, giving the unfortunate young man a long-lost favor.

Falling asleep, the Winter Soldier suddenly felt that his arm was a little sore. He moved his body dissatisfied, thinking that Brock must have numb it.

But it didn't work. Instead, there was a slight tingling sensation from the arm like a needle prick.The Winter Soldier moved again, but suddenly a gunshot pierced his ears.

The well-trained Alpha shuddered, quickly picked up the gun on the bedside, raised his arms flat, and pointed forward.

But everything around suddenly changed.

His bed became a blood-stained electric chair, and beside him was Hydra's Dr. Zola, holding a gleaming syringe in his hand.

The Winter Soldier looked down and saw that his right arm had disappeared, but there was a metal arm on the table to the right of the electric chair, with a single spark at the joint.

The Winter Soldier pointed his gun at Dr. Zola, about to shoot.

But there was a lingering voice in his heart telling him, don't shoot, don't shoot this time.He closed his eyes and slowly lowered his hands, thinking that he should be dreaming.

When he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him made the Winter Soldier break out in a cold sweat.

He was holding a gun, the black muzzle pressed against Bullock's forehead.

Brock opened his eyes and stared at him intently, holding a gleaming dagger in his hand. The point of the knife was pressed against the Winter Soldier's arm, but only a little bit of skin was pierced.

The Winter Soldier threw the gun in a hurry and gasped for breath. His back felt cold, his brain was congested, and he was almost dizzy. He tried to open his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.

But Bullock yawned quite indifferently when he saw this, put away the knife, rubbed his head, and asked, "Okay, go on to sleep."

The Winter Soldier's lips were drawn into a straight line, his chest heaved and heaved, half his face was hidden in shadows, and his green eyes were almost on fire.

After a long while, he punched hard on the small cabinet next to the bed, and the cabinet shattered into rotten boards. He glared at Bullock, speaking incoherently: "You just... you should have killed me just now! If I kill you What to do with the gun! Me! I..."

Bullock glanced helplessly at his scrapped cabinet, lay down on the bed tiredly, and said, "What the hell are you getting into a temper and throwing things? You really think you're embarrassing, don't you? Go to bed! I have to pay for it tomorrow!" work!"

The Winter Soldier was leaning against the cold wall, fearing to sweep him from start to finish after a while.

What if he didn't control himself?

If he kills Bullock?

These complicated thoughts are like black crows, hovering ominously in the Winter Soldier's heart, pecking at his determination of "I want to be with him" with great force.

Bullock was really sleepy, and fell asleep within a few minutes.

His head was half upturned, his arms and legs were stretched out randomly, and his sleeping position was very bad, which was unsightly.

The Winter Soldier followed Brock's example and lit a cigarette, a cluster of flames floated quietly in the dark blue night.

Gradually, with the inhalation of nicotine and Bullock's steady breathing, his emotions settled down one by one. He leaned against Bullock's chest, listening to his heartbeat and breathing, with the corners of his mouth raised little by little. smile.

Finally, he moved his lips to the place where he had just touched with the muzzle of his gun, and kissed reverently.

Warm and soft.

The sleeping man stretched out his hand and fanned his forehead impatiently, as if trying to repel mosquitoes.

The next morning, when Brock woke up, the Winter Soldier was gone, leaving a note on his dining table that looked like it had been licked by a dog.

[I'm leaving, I'll contact you when I recover, I don't want to hurt you, you're really, really good, I'm sorry, please don't tell Captain America. 】

Brock was stunned by his ability to express himself, which he failed in kindergarten, and it took him a long time to realize that the Winter Soldier was——

runaway?

The irascible black-haired man crumpled the Winter Soldier's note and the medical records, lit a cigarette with a lighter, and cursed countless obscenities in his heart that should be silenced.In the end, Brock pinched the smoking butt, and realized deeply that the only cigarette butt left in his connection with the Winter Soldier.

What a little bastard!