[Comprehensive British and American] Don't rush, the angel beast is evolving

What kind of cold eyes are those?

There seemed to be a never-ending blizzard blowing in these eyes, the howling cold wind and cold wave of Siberia, blowing towards him from these eyes.

The red triangular scarf was only killed by these eyes, as if his whole body was frozen.His hands were shaking, his legs were weak, and the black pistol was shaking in his palm: "You, you, you are..."

The ghost with the iron arm did not answer.

His eyes narrowed slightly, the gap in the iron arm opened, and he clenched his fist violently, crushing the gun held by the red triangular scarf into pieces!

The red triangular scarf screamed at this inhuman terrifying power, and stumbled back a few steps.He knocked down the billboard placed behind him, fell to the ground, put his hands behind his back, and watched the black ghost approaching step by step in horror.

"Please, please...don't come here...don't come here..." the red triangular scarf said desperately, but in the reflection of his pupil membrane, the magnified black combat boot has been raised high, and it is about to face He trampled on—

A golden long staff? Stopped the fall of the combat boot.

Under the light of the light board, the body of the golden staff shone a ray of white light, piercing the eyes of the black ghost.

"Sergeant Barnes, what are you up to?"

A light and distant voice sounded above their heads.

The black ghost stopped moving.

He raised his head and looked to the upper right. The middle-length brown hair covering his cheeks fell back because of this movement, revealing half of Bucky Buchanan Barnes' deep and handsome face.

In the air above their heads, by the eaves of a one-storey grocery store, a pure white figure is sitting casually on the eaves. Behind him are six wings stretched gently, and the tip of the wing feathers is shining with a star and moon. color.

Bucky Barnes, who was called by his name, looked at him coldly: "If you can take off your ridiculous helmet, you can see what I'm doing."

Rorschach followed his words and covered his iron helmet, and put it on in a serious manner—it was impossible for him to take off the helmet, because the angel beast took off the helmet, and he was a faceless man!

"Do you have to pay attention to my helmet every time we meet, Sergeant Barnes?" Rorschach complained.

He nimbly jumped off the eaves, hovered beside Bucky, touched his chin, and bent over to look at the young man who was too frightened to speak: "Well... Let me see, robbery with a gun in New York, how dare you?" It's pretty big."

The black and white eyes of the red triangular scarf stared straight at the beautiful and frightening giant in front of him, the muscles in his eyes twitched, and he held his breath.

The angel beast grinned at the red triangular scarf, showing a row of shining teeth: "Fortunately, you met me, don't be afraid, I will send you safely to the police station."

"If you are so free, you can go to the community to do more volunteer work." Bucky moved his iron arm, turned his head again, and glanced at the red triangle scarf that had fallen into a state of aphasia.

Rorschach straightened up: "Sergeant Barnes, you seem to be more free than me - instead of visiting your old comrades in arms, you are here as a vigilante."

The man who had been a ghost killer for more than half a century opened his pupils slightly when he heard what he said, but then he said stiffly: "This is my business."

He turned his head and lifted the collar of the red triangular scarf with his iron arm, his dull eyes slashed across the face of the red triangular scarf like a knife: "Who gave you the courage to cause trouble in Brooklyn?"

The red triangular scarf rolled the whites of its eyes and looked at him in horror, and opened its mouth soundlessly, daring not to say anything.

"Your habit of venting your anger on others is not very good." Luo Xia commented from the side.

Bucky Barnes gouged him out, then suddenly threw away the red triangle scarf, and punched the wall with his iron arm!

The fist made of steel smashed the bricks on the wall, and the bricks cracked like spider webs, and the brick crumbs fell down.

His heavy eyes looked at the angel beast.

"What do you know?" he asked quickly, panting, with a look of pain in his eyes.

"what do you know."

He repeated it again, but this time, the object of questioning was his own bleeding and crying heart.

What do these people, these people who live in happiness and peace, know?

The blood stained on his hands could not be washed off for a long time, and the layer of dried blood that was greasy between his fingers was also the heaviest shackles on his body.

Countless nights when he closed his eyes, all he saw were faces that died in his hands, and pairs of desperate eyes that could not rest in peace before his eyes.

Occasionally, he would see artillery fire, hardwood forests, armies, marching military transport vehicles, old houses in Brooklyn, snowy winters, freight trains, operating tables, and brainwashing devices.

He woke up from one nightmare after another, struggling in one layer after another of hell.

When he fell off the train, the world abandoned him with it.He was plunged into a pool of blood-burning fire, from which he crawled out, covered in filth and sin.

He's not the joking man in the old Captain America photo, and he's not the Howling Commando sniper in the history books.

He knows what he is.

He is a scavenging dirty dog.

He was brain-controlled by Hydra and committed numerous crimes, but he still lives despicably in this world.On the pretext of working for S.H.I.E.L.D., he dared to think about washing away his sins in this way.

But he knew that his debt had already been paid off.For the rest of his life, he will bear pain and crimes, and use the rest of his life to atone for his sins.

But Steve Rogers is still that hero.

He is the Captain America admired by all. He is a legend printed in textbooks and history books. He is the representative of the American spirit. He is upright, great, kind and bright. Barnes is a prisoner who walks alone in the dark.

Creatures in the dark will be burned by the bright sun.

He didn't want to face Steve. Steve's face was exactly the same as it was 70 years ago. It was a sharp knife pierced into his chest, reminding him bloody that he and Steve were already on the train that never returned. On, run in opposite directions.

Angel Beast looked at him quietly.

The pure white body like a god stood beside him, stretched out a hand with white gloves, and said softly: "You will hurt a lot like this."

He dug Bucky Barnes' fist out of the wall and calmly wiped the brick dust off it with his white gloves.

Rorschach always remembered that it was this hand that once weighed a few soft black brinjals and helped Steve Rogers wipe off a smear of gray on his face.

This arm is not only a cold killing tool, it is also sentient, and can touch the faces of comrades in arms.

Bucky Barnes tried to pull the iron arm out of the Angelbeast's grip, but found the white glove holding him so strong that he couldn't move at all.

Angel Beast sighed.

"Go and see him, just like when you first woke up, he will be very confused, he will be very happy to see his old friends when he wakes up," Angel Beast said slowly, "you There is no need for him to experience the helplessness he has experienced."

"After all, only you and him are the people in the same memory."

As Rorschach said, he took out a set of old military uniforms from behind like a magic trick.

When Bucky Barnes saw the old military uniform, the snowstorm in his eyes suddenly became tighter.

"What's the matter, I found this ragged suit in the old S.H.I.E.L.D. Can you take it off? Put it on and go to meet him."

Bucky tightly clutched the old military uniform he was very familiar with in his arms.

The old dream of more than 70 years ago, together with the wind and snow in the past 70 years, was embraced by him.

He looked at the white angel in front of him, his eyes were finally no longer as dark as before.

It seems that there is light suddenly, and there is hope to move forward.

…He’s going to wear this suit and meet someone he’s going to meet when he’s 17.

……

Steve Rogers woke up months later.

He seemed to hear some voices in his coma.

A boy's crisp voice rang dimly in his ears, and he tried hard to open his eyes, but he couldn't move.He could only feel a warm and soft hand touching his fingertips, brushing gently like a dragonfly.

It's like a clear spring, watering in the palm of his hand.

But that voice soon disappeared, and the boy seemed to have left his side.

After that, he fell into a coma for a long time.

He awoke to find himself lying on the green iron bed, the date on the bedside calendar was December 1945, 12, an interview with Greta Garbo was playing on the radio, and the yellow fan above his head was whirring. .

The golden eyelashes drooped slightly, and he looked at the brand new white sheet in his hand, with his palms up, and he clenched his fists weakly.

He sat up from the hospital bed, looked at the yellowed calendar on the bedside table with deep and resolute eyes.

At this moment, the door of his room was opened, and a woman in army green came in. She closed the door, seemed surprised, was slightly startled, then smiled and said: "Captain, you are awake."

Steve Rogers stared at the woman: "Where is this?"

"New York City Military Sanatorium." The woman smiled and replied immediately.As she spoke, she approached him, but Steve stood up immediately and asked again in a deep voice, "Where is this place?"

The woman showed doubts, and was about to speak, but Steve said again: "It's December 12th, but the military uniforms you're wearing have all been discarded after 28 years."

He stepped forward and stared at her slightly flustered face: "Now, tell me, where is this?"

"Steve."

The door was pushed open again, and a handsome and slender young man in military uniform appeared behind the door.

He has square jaws and smooth skin, his brown hair is covered by a military cap, and his wide and downward-curved double eyelids make his eyes naturally have an amorous smile.

He put his hands behind his back, stood by the door frame, and looked straight at Steve Rogers in the room.

Steve was stunned.

At that moment, 70 years of time disappeared like a dream.

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感谢在2021-04-19?22:19:32~2021-04-20?19:24:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: one bottle of deicide, Xixin Mingyue;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!