winter rose

Chapter 16 Fights and Brawls

In the dim hotel room, Steve stood by the window, Perry stood at the door, and Black Widow fainted on the bed.

No matter how you look at it, it is a scene of a couple criminals abducting and trafficking women.

Although Perry felt that he did not have the ability to abduct Natasha Romanov.

But Captain America can!

"She's waking up, Rogers." Perry pouted, and raised his hand to press the chandelier switch. "Let's talk about it at a better time."

As the lights came on, Natasha opened her eyes.

"Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat." Perry left the room without saying a word.

Perry wandered the streets wearing a hat and mask.She needs stillness, very, very quiet stillness.

One, Bucky is alive.

Two, Bucky seems to have experienced something terrible and is working hard for the opponent.

Three, Perry doesn't know who this opponent is, but as long as he knows that his side is Captain America, then the opponent is Hydra.

Four, have to talk about it sometime when the former Soviet agent isn't around, Perry really, really can't trust her.

The important thing is that she hates people with the surname Romanov, male or female.

Seems sorted out?

No, it doesn't.

Perry needs quiet, lots and lots of coolness.

In the picture shown by Zola, Howard's death was caused by Hydra.

And Bucky worked for Hydra...

Should I really, keep going to you, Bucky?

No, no, it would be too shabby if Hydra had only one killer...

So, am I making excuses for Bucky...

The woman reflected in the window has a pair of dark green eyes. In various legends, only evil dragons and witches can have such eyes.

Perry smiled, then slapped himself.

【Parceloper, you devil. 】

Sorry, Howard.But he was right.

I am a demon.

Carrying two bags of food, Perry kicked the door.It was Black Widow who opened the door, and she looked at Perry a little strangely.

For a former Soviet agent, it was a strange look that he didn't bother to hide.

"If we don't know your details, we can't trust you." Black Widow said.

Perry looked around the room and threw the bag on the bed.

"Where's Steve? He can't ask that question so he's in hiding? Now you're on the same side and I'm the untrustworthy outsider, right?"

"Such a sad indictment is probably only useful to Steve—"

"You know Captain America very well, Romanov." Perry couldn't help it anymore, and she yelled at her. "Your mother wasn't even born when I sent him the recruitment ad!"

And the black widow raised her eyebrows, posing as if she was about to fight.

"I'm really curious if you are capable of fighting alongside Peggy Carter."

"Agent Romanov, you will know."

The two women fought in a small room like this. The innkeeper had not passed the side effects of being hypnotized by Perry before, and still believed that the three were safe.

The last time Perry got into a fight was 60 years ago, not counting the one that hypnotized Rumlow and flew out of S.H.I.E.L.D. on a mop.And no matter if she fights with Rumlow or Romanov, she doesn't have much chance of winning.

She took the black widow's punch with great effort, but was pressed against the wall the next moment.

"Clerk, huh?" Black Widow smiled provocatively.

The moment their eyes met, Perry knew that he had won.

"You have beautiful green eyes, too, Agent." The corners of her mouth curled up.

Green, the dark green color of the forest everywhere.Natasha fell into a boundless forest.

And Perry stood opposite Maolin, with bitter black in his green eyes.

Perry picked up the bag and pushed her dizzy on the bed, and opened a bag of chips.

"Steve, this must be the idea of ​​the former Soviet agent."

The window was pushed open by her, and Steve, who was hiding outside, turned around and nodded.

Perry watched as Steve jumped into the room, and the window closed automatically when he raised his hand.

"Perry...I'm sorry if I offended you, but I gotta know..."

"Before Rumlo killed me, I told you that I have something to tell you, remember?"

Steve nodded.

"One, I am Perry Carter, the military doctor you know, Perry Carter. Two, I'm being hunted down and you save me—this counts as my self-rescue."

Steve lowered his eyes, tried to say sorry but couldn't.

"Three, Pierce is not a good person—you know this, so forget it."

Perry violently tore open a bag of ketchup and squeezed it all into the bag of chips.

"Eat it?" She handed it to Steve.

Steve looks at her, then finally picks up a chip and stuffs it into his mouth.

"Four, I'm looking for..." Perry suddenly got stuck.

Steve swallowed the chips in his mouth and asked tentatively. "What is four?"

Perry glanced at Steve, glancing unnaturally to the window.She picked up a large handful of French fries and stuffed them into her mouth, chewing and swallowing slowly.

The hotel room was quiet, but Steve was still waiting for her fourth thing to tell him.

Steve has blue eyes, and so does Bucky.

When such always shining blue eyes looked at him, Perry would see a deep blue sea.

It was profound and blue.

tell me how.

【"What kind of women's friend?"】

Perry choked violently, she snatched the Coke from the bag and gulped it down.

If you don't want to come back then.

Do I really want to keep looking for you?

"Fourth?" Perry wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, and patted the shoulder of Natasha, who was still unconscious on the bed. The red-haired beauty found a way out in the deep forest, and when she opened her eyes, she returned to the crowded hotel room.

"Fourth, I'm a witch. The kind that needs to be burned in the sense of the medieval standard. I have lived for many years. Margaret is not my own sister."

"Meet, former military doctor of the Strategic Science Department, Perry Carter." She held out her hand to the beautiful agent.

Natasha looked at the witch in front of her who was eating French fries and drinking Coke, and smiled. "Agent, Natasha Romanoff."

"Agent, do you want to eat fresh shrimp rolls?"

"eat!"

Steve said he knew someone who could help, so Perry met Sam Samuel who could fly with wings on his back.

"Perry." Steve looked at her, thought about it and finally asked. "Can you fly?"

Perry was sitting across from Sam's dining table, his hood covering half of his face, holding a crystal ball in his hand and mumbling something.

"Please give me a wooden broom, Mister Rogers."

So Steve looked at Sam, and Sam looked at Perry Carter, who seemed to be holding the crystal ball on the chandelier in his home.

"Will plastic ones work, witch?"

"No, it has to be wood." Perry hid the crystal ball behind his back. "A wooden mop would work too."

"Must be a cleaning tool?"

"A less shabby branch would do."

Sam turned his back and mouthed to Steve—"Isn't this a magic stick?"

It was Perry who answered him.

"Do you want me to show you how medieval witches eat children?"

Sam shook his head like a rattle, and went out to cut trees.

"So..." Steve breathed a sigh of relief. "You were hunted down by Rumlow after seeing the memory of Pierce working for Hydra?"

"It's a fragment of memory, captain." Perry took out the crystal ball again and stared at it fascinated. "By the way, why do you ask this after Sam is gone, as if on guard."

"The captain just couldn't accept the fact that the military doctor he met in World War II was a witch to ease the atmosphere." Natasha said helplessly in her tone. "Perry, don't worry about the past."

"How can I care about it..." Perry waved his hands pretending nothing happened, but the place on his back where the black widow had beaten him was still aching.

After thinking for a while, Steve continued to ask: "Perry, if you can read people's memories..."

"Fragmented memories are not as good as direct torture to extract confessions. Reading Pierce's memories at the beginning was also a helpless move. The people who were read would suddenly remember those things. That's why I was exposed."

"Alright then." Steve mused again. "Then let's catch someone."

"Now we have to use the word kidnapping, captain." Natasha added lightly.

Perry looked up from the image displayed by the crystal ball, and glanced at the two men who looked serious as if they were going to fight the Nazis on the battlefield.

"Then we have to hurry up."

Because Hydra is moving, very, very nasty moving.

Captain America led them to kidnap the bald boss in Perry's former office, and then picked a tall building to play a thrilling and exciting bungee jumping game.

Perry hated her former boss very much, so she actively asked to kick him down by herself.

Natasha, who was all ready, put down her raised leg, and when the bald boss breathed a sigh of relief, Perry swept him off the roof with a broom.

"I forgot to kick him down!" Perry patted the ground with a broom in frustration. "Can you do it again, Captain?"

Steve suppressed the corners of his mouth twitching, and told Perry to hold the new broom, which had just been made out of twigs, away.

Natasha added a reason for him: "Medieval witches are like Captain America's class enemies—"

"The damned Plantagenet dynasty died long before Captain America's grandpa was born."

Perry rolled his eyes, watching Flying Sam flying back with his bald boss.

"Again?" She looked at Steve with interest.

After hearing this, the bald boss rolled over in fright and hugged Captain America's thigh, trembling and began to spit out information.

In short, there is now some kind of insight project that will kill millions of people who are a threat to HYDRA at once.

The number "several million" was too lethal to Perry, and she who had been fooling around before became serious now.

She walked around Sam to her former boss and asked. "Is Lancaster in London, England also a target?"

"I can't remember—"

Perry didn't talk nonsense with him at all, and as soon as he pressed his fingertips hard on his temples, fragments of memories about the goals of the insight plan flooded in.

England, London, Lancaster Castle and all Lancasters on the move.

including yourself.

The fire finally burned himself, and the selfish Lancaster had to worry about people's livelihood.

Perry, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, was thinking wildly when suddenly, a person landed on the roof of the car.

Then, an arm stretched in and pulled the bald head aside from the car window.

It was a metal arm with a red five-pointed star on it.

Do you still want to go home, Bucky?

The author has something to say:

【"What kind of women's friend?"】

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