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

Although the indoor heating supply is sufficient, in December in New York, the outdoor temperature has dropped to below zero. From time to time, misty steam emerges from the sewer or exhaust pipe on the ground. The snow outside the window is gray and sporadic, with red decorations Clinging to the pine green Christmas tree, it reflects the faces of people in a hurry.

A lot happened this month, the rebuilding efforts of the Great War in New York, the election of Lex Luthor as president, various protests and marches broke out across the country,

By now, it was Christmas in just one more day.

Brock lay on the snow-white hospital bed, and opened his eyes amid bursts of tinnitus like pinpricks. He coughed a few times covering his stomach, feeling that his throat was full of sweet blood left by broken capillaries, and one The leg was put in a plaster cast and hung up high.

"Fuck, what's going on?"

He struggled for a while, and resigned himself to lying back on the bed, rubbing his brain, which seemed to have been hit with a stick, seeing a vast expanse of whiteness.

Just when he was in a daze, a hand stroked his face silently. The owner of that hand seemed to be very patient. His warm and dry palm rested on Bullock's forehead, and his slender fingertips Touched the bridge of the nose and lips a little.

Bullock's scalp went numb, he pursed his mouth and threw away the hand, and propped up his body with the only intact arm, trying to see what kind of fool the person in front of him was.

The man let go of him, and sat on the edge of the bed with a smile on his face, looking at his miserable honor, his eyes were crooked.

Seeing the person in front of him clearly, Brock breathed a sigh of relief.

"The Winter Soldier? What are you doing sneaking around here?"

Compared with the original, the Winter Soldier seemed to have changed his face. His hair was neatly combed and tied low at the back of his head. His face was still round, but there was a certain freshness in his eyes.

It's as if a pool of ice has melted in the spring breeze, and the lake green eyes are alive.

The neatly dressed former Winter Soldier took Bullock's hand and said seriously, "Call me Bucky."

"Okay, brat," Brock raised his eyebrows to look at him, "you're not sick now?"

Bucky nodded obediently, and asked him for credit: "Yes, the past... I almost remembered it. After the New York War, I have been looking for you, and then I found out that you were controlled by someone, so I called Steve together brought you back."

He touched the plaster cast on Brock's leg distressedly, "You are too fierce, there is no way... Hulk beat you up."

When Bucky said this, Brock remembered.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, it's really ruthless."

"It looks serious, but I can get out of bed in a few days," Bucky poured a glass of water for Brock, "Stark's technology."

Brock finished drinking the water with a cup, and the two of them were speechless for a while.

"The day after tomorrow," Bucky looked down at him with gentle eyes, "I'm going to the trial."

Bullock threw the cup into his arms: "What is the trial?"

Bucky put the cup on the table in a good-tempered manner, and said, "I'm not going to avoid the things I've done in the past. The people I killed in the past, as long as I'm still alive, I'll never forget them every day."

Brock laughed angrily: "Okay, if you have a conscience, then go. Anyway, there is no death penalty now, and it's fine if you want to stay in prison for the rest of your life. It will save you from dangling in front of my eyes all day, which is annoying to death."

Bucky lowered his head and stared straight at Brock.

Gradually, the mean and mocking expression on Bullock's face was almost unbearable, and he became dazed, feeling that he was inexplicably similar to Maria at this time, and this discovery made him loathe himself.

He missed the Winter Soldier like never before.

That idiot didn't know how to speak, and he wanted to stick to him all day long. He never questioned any of his decisions or statements, and sometimes even made him feel like he was taking care of a child.

Bullock's mother didn't love him in this life, and he didn't know who his father was. He was only a few years old and would grab food from others on the street.

He has long been used to getting what he asks for again and again, and getting it again and again losing it - all the good things in the world are destined not to belong to him.

Time seemed to be frozen, Bucky looked greedily at the man in front of him, every look seemed to be the last.

Bullock lowered his eyelids and asked hoarsely, "When is the day after tomorrow?"

"The court session starts at nine o'clock in the morning." Bucky couldn't hold back, lowered his head and kissed his lips lightly. The four soft lips touched slowly and gently. The feeling was a little strange, making Bullock feel as if he was lying On the thick velvet blanket, there is a breeze swaying around, dyed with the sweet smell of honey, exuding a trace of heart-piercing coldness, like some ice cream with a shell wrapped in ice scum, sweet.

His pheromone smell...is no longer that piercing ice and snow, nor the looming smell of blood.

Bucky's kiss was a little jerky, but extremely gentle.

But Brock couldn't help but miss the Winter Soldier who would bite his lips, with a huge hostility and loneliness with nowhere to turn, and sometimes even felt aggrieved and helpless.

Others are afraid of him, afraid of him, and hate him, so he hides darkly in the corner of the world, so that he can find himself in the right place.

From the first time he met the Winter Soldier, Bullock knew that he was a good guy, a good guy different from himself.

Facing the pregnant woman begging for him, the tip of the knife that the Winter Soldier held was trembling.

Bucky wiped away a drop of water from the corner of Brock's eye with some doubts, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Brock frowned, the sunlight outside the window sprinkled into his brown eyes along the crack of the window, shining a dull golden light.Bucky was shocked to find that he caught a rare kind of fragility in Bullock's eyes.

"He's not coming back, is he?"

Brock pushed Bucky away, put his arm over his eyes, and gradually calmed himself down. He convinced himself over and over again that the tear was only because of the pain on his body, not because he was ridiculous, similar to other Omegas, Sticky emotions.

Bucky took Bullock's hand firmly, and passed his gaze to him: "He's always been there, he's just become a better person."

That gaze is determined and serious, it is the gaze of an Alpha who knows what he should do and where he should go.

Bullock put on an indifferent face, and he snorted: "Go away, I'm going to sleep."

Bucky didn't dare to pester him anymore, so he had to move out slowly step by step.

At the door, he turned back hesitantly and looked deeply at Bullock: "Will you watch the trial the day after tomorrow?"

Bullock closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

……

Two days passed quickly. During the period, the Avengers visited him several times in turn. Tony handed Maria's belongings to him, but he didn't even look at it. Walk.

Seeing Tony hesitate to speak, Bullock waved him absent-mindedly and drove him out.

As for when he knew that Selena sold the alchemy formula to Tony and made a lot of money, the matter was already settled.

He could only call himself an idiot in his heart, while enviing Selena for getting a windfall.

By the time the Winter Soldier trial started, Brock could already get out of bed and walk around. Stark's technology was indeed easy to use, but the biological technology was mainly provided by Dr. Banner and Dr. Helen Zhao.

But in short, if it weren't for Stark's father, the Avengers probably wouldn't need it.

On the day of the trial, Bullock's biological clock was like a convulsion. It buzzed non-stop after five o'clock in the morning, making him unable to sleep because of the noise.

He tossed and turned on the bed, finally sat up angrily, turned on the TV, and switched channels aimlessly.

Talk shows, serials...

He checked almost all the channels on the hospital TV.

Finally, after having breakfast idly, Bullock stopped his gaze on the live news channel of Planet Daily.This court trial has received widespread attention from the society since it was exposed, and the female reporter who is currently guarding outside the court to interview the parties concerned is the famous Louise.

The twelve jurors who were drawn entered the court early.

"I don't think Barnes is guilty," a shy-looking girl smiled at the camera, then said seriously, "It's not his fault, Hydra caused those tragedies, Barnes Ernes is also a victim, why should we punish him? Don’t know if you remember, he was a member of the Howling Commandos, he gave his life for our country, we can’t treat a hero like this.”

When the camera turned, it was a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes. He was in a hurry, as if he was on his way to work.

Frowning and tugging at his tie after the reporter's question, he said, "I'm sorry, I don't care too much about this question, and I don't think I'm qualified to answer it. People on the sidelines are always easy to forgive, But what about the families of the victims? Would it be fair for them to acquit the Winter Soldier?"

After finishing speaking, he left to catch the subway.

Bullock counted their opinions.

Supporting, opposing, staying out of the way...

He felt that his palms were sweating a little, and he became a little nervous.

Suddenly, the screen went black, and he accidentally pressed the switch on the remote control.

He opened the drawer, lifted the quilt, wandered around looking for a cigarette.But it's a pity that he is now a patient under supervision, and he can't find a cigarette even after the roof is overturned.

Bullock didn't turn on the TV again.

He thought to himself, even if he was sentenced, so what? If I can fish him out of Hydra once, can't I fish him out of the US government again?

But would Bucky be willing?

He is no longer the ignorant and cruel Winter Soldier.