[Comprehensive] How to raise a robot baby

Steve actually woke up from the cold.

His brain was awake first, but his eyes couldn't quite open.

A sharp and hot pain began to spread throughout the body when the consciousness was awakened, followed by a biting cold.

His head was soaked in a piece of wet and greasy soil. I can imagine that the hair mixed with mud might be frozen into ice slag.

The cold wind was cold, and it made my head and face ache.

In the middle of the night, the temperature in the mountains will reach its lowest point.

The mountain stream was gurgling, but the sound was much clearer, as if it was close at hand.

There are many trees growing at the bottom of the cliff. When looking down from above, it is taken for granted that they will fall into the bushes, but the reality is quite different from the imagination. When they fall, there are no branches to buffer them. only the shield.

The fall took a lot longer than expected, and Steve held on to Bucky tightly throughout the process and never let go.

In the case of one person, it is still impossible to overcome gravity and speed, let alone two people.

Even with the shield as a buffer, the moment he hit the ground, the momentum was so great that he completely lost consciousness.

He tried to move, and found that his body was not fractured, most of his body was covered with flesh wounds, and his internal organs were probably bruised, but the situation was not too bad.

What about Bucky?

They fell together, there was almost no slope in this place, if Bucky was like him, then the man should not be far away from him.

Steve's mind was clear, but his body wasn't very cooperative.

The captain was very anxious, but he could only tell himself to be calm.

As soon as he calmed down, he heard a slight to almost non-existent breathing sound, which should be only ten feet away from him.

Bucky fainted too.

The captain finally opened his eyes, and the surroundings were drowsy and dark.

He slightly deepened his breathing, and a clear tearing pain immediately spread to his brain.

Steve paused for a few more seconds before feeling a little better.

Bucky lay flat not far away, motionless.

In the dark, he looked very bad, his weak breathing could barely make out the ups and downs of his body.

Steve scrambled to Bucky's side. The man's clothes were barely intact, the mottled blood and scars were shocking, his body was hypothermic, and he was astonishingly frozen.

Probing the man's neck, Steve was startled.

Bucky's pulse flickers and flickers, seemingly ready to stop at any moment.

He quickly did some simple checks on Bucky. The blood oozing from the man's head had stopped, and there was no obvious fracture in the chest and abdominal ribs. The most obvious ones were the arms and lower legs, both of which were unnatural. His body was protruding and swollen, and there were countless wounds on his body, but the captain didn't find any wounds that were bitten or scratched by werewolves.

Steve had a good amount of first-aid medicine in his belt, but he didn't know how much was still available when he fell.

The flashlight still works, the lighter on the left side of the calf is a bit broken, but Steve tried twice and it worked, but the surrounding is wet, and it takes too much time to light the fire.

The situation was actually better than he had imagined. The shield protected him and Bucky when he landed, the belt already had an anti-shock device, and there were no major problems with the medicine.

Using antibacterial agents to disinfect Bucky's superficial wounds, Steve easily snapped back the fractured wounds, tore Bucky's clothes and found a few branches to fix him.

Bucky didn't wake up the whole time.

It is already late at night, and the moon and stars are getting brighter and brighter in the deep night sky.

They're bound to come to him, but Steve knows it won't be easy.

By the time he's done as best he can with Bucky's wound, Steve's already sweating.

He tried to contact the baby, but there was no response.

The camera was smashed when it fell, and the communication equipment was also damaged.

Steve managed to start the fire, but because of the heavy humidity and the strong wind, the flames seemed to be on the verge of extinguishing, but the orange-yellow flame and the dancing sparks finally made Steve feel a little warmth.

He held Bucky as close to the fire as he could. His face was still pale and his lips were purple from the cold.

Steve thought for a while, fumbled in his pocket, and finally found a thin, small square packaging bag.

Although he has never used this thing in the right place, he is no stranger to it, and it is really easy to use in the wild.

The captain ran to the stream, opened the package, took out the plastic film like a balloon inside, and poured stream water into it.

The quality of the things is very good, anyway, the ultra-thin supreme experience has never been his pursuit.

After filling the water and roasting it on the fire, Steve hugged him in his arms again.

In fact, cold water is also possible. The stream here should not be polluted, but hot water can warm the body.

After finally feeding Bucky anti-inflammatory drugs, Steve's tongue was burned with several blisters.

He drank all the hot water that was left, and his body temperature quickly warmed up, but the haze of the double sky of ice and fire still lingered.

Steve took off his clothes and hugged him in his arms.

Around the middle of the night, the man began to tremble and sweat all over. Steve kept warming him, and then Bucky started to have a fever again, tossing Steve to the point of collapse.

Steve was groggy all night, and he couldn't sleep at all in this situation.

After an unknown amount of time, a ray of light suddenly appeared in the sky, but the surrounding temperature was still very low.

The crisp and melodious birdsong came from my ears, and the unique freshness of plants infiltrated into the tip of my nose little by little.

Steve opened his eyes, and the temperature on both of them was normal.

The fire had been extinguished, but the coolness of the morning still made Steve shiver involuntarily.

Bucky's face turned redder, but the swelling on his arms and calves turned black and purple.

The sun began to cover the earth, and warmth followed.

Bucky is still unconscious, and Steve is much better.

Unable to sit still, the captain picked him up.

Still injured, Steve didn't walk fast,

Feeling this person's breathing, his heart also completely calmed down.

He surveyed the terrain, wondering where exactly the falcons might be searching for them.

At this moment, Steve's neck was suddenly hooped. The strength was not strong, but the threat was self-evident.

"Who are you?" The weak and hoarse voice was cold, without the slightest ups and downs of emotion in the tone.

Steve pushed Bucky's tight butt up, and the man's hands tightened.

"...Have you lost your memory again?"

"I know you?"

"I'm your boyfriend." Steve replied calmly.