winter rose

After the funeral was over and the crowd had dispersed.Perry and Steve talked about it in the empty church, but she didn't remember exactly what it was about, and she didn't think Steve remembered either.

They were all pretending to be calm, but in fact their minds were all muddled.

Perry remembered that she was going to say something to Steve, but after a fruitless conversation, she couldn't quite remember.

What's more, she met the black widow when she went out, and the two greeted each other formally to express their regrets, but Perry didn't know what they said.

Her mind was muddled, she was sleepless all night and drunk, and she didn't eat anything...

It wasn't until kind Sam sent herself back to the apartment that she woke up suddenly when she walked to the door.

Perry suddenly reached out and pressed the handle, leaning against the door.

"Thanks, Sam." She smiled. "I'm home, goodbye."

Sam glanced at the door, then at Perry, and finally said goodbye and left.

Standing at the door, Perry let out a sigh of relief, his mind gradually clearing up.She was going to tell Steve about Bucky, but she forgot.

It doesn't seem like it's been a day or two since I didn't have my brain. From the day Margaret left, it seemed that my brain didn't know where it was thrown.Ian will be locked before going out, documents will be thrown into the shredder when delivering documents to the director, pouring coffee for himself will be sprinkled with hot water, and——

Although I have so, miss, Bucky.But when I saw him, I didn't seem to be myself anymore.

She wanted to be quiet, to have someone to talk to, or to offer advice or something.

But this is not the same as when you go to Howard when you "don't know if you should fall in love", or when you go to Margaret to cry when you feel wronged.

So, at this moment, who should she go to?

have no idea.Maybe there is no solution.

Perry squatted down, leaning against the door, in a daze.

She didn't even know if Bucky was still in the apartment.

Although she hoped that he was here, she really couldn't find a reason for "he's still here".

He said he felt the same, eager to prove his childishness in his tone.

Childish, boring...and ridiculous.

It seemed he still hadn't understood the gibberish he'd been babbling to him that day in the woods.

Bucky is the treasure in Perry's eyes. She can like him, but if Bucky says something, likes herself or something like that.Perry would then feel that he had sullied the gem.

But why do I think so.

Perry patted his head and sighed again.

Obviously everything was fine in the barracks back then, but why is it like this now.

Maybe because of Howard?

Perry thought about it.Maybe so.

It sucks being caught in the middle, though Howard won't be crawling out of the dirt again to accuse her of having sex.

But why does the phrase "see sex and forget friends" sound more like what I would say to Howard?

She couldn't help laughing.

But laughing and laughing, she wanted to cry again.

She rubbed her red eyes and decided to have a good talk with Bucky.But inadvertently caught a glimpse of the red line along the blood vessels on the wrist——

Bucky is gone again.

You're never there when I need you.

Perry bit his lower lip.

What a fucking hopeless day.

When it was getting dark, Perry finally had his first formal meal in two days.

Because of Ian.

When I came back from overtime, I brought her food, so now the two of them are sitting side by side on the sofa, having dinner and watching a talk show.

Ian said that the Electronic Information Department and the German explosion-proof team are currently working together on a violent terrorist case in Vienna, which seems to be so serious that Captain America is about to join.

Perry snorted.

"That..." Ian scratched his head. "How was the funeral?"

Perry looked at him. "It's good, I hope I can have such a good funeral after I die." She added. "How did you know."

"Are you related to Ms. Carter? When these departments gossip, they all said that Director Fury asked you to pretend to be Ms. Carter's sister." Ian pointed out bluntly. "But don't worry, your business ability is very good. We don't think you use your relationship to get through the back door. And I believe you will have a good funeral in the future."

"Yeah, my business ability is quite good. A few days ago, I threw the director's registration bill into the shredder."

Ian bounced on the couch. "Is that the Sokovia one?"

"It seems... what's wrong?"

"Our case happened at the signing of that bill—"

"Stop, stop." Perry made a stop gesture, picked up a can on the table, but put it down after looking at it.

"Is this top secret? I don't want to be treated as an undercover agent."

"It's said every day on the TV news!" Ian seemed surprised. "You didn't watch the news?"

"I never watch the news." She shook her head, stood up and walked to the bedroom.

"All news gets old, and I hate old stuff."

The bedroom door slammed shut, and Ian glanced at the tin can that Perry had just picked up and put down.

It was a canned fruit mix that Ian bought with plums in it.

He thought she liked to eat this.

"Women are so complicated." Ian sighed.

Perry lay in a daze on the bed.

She didn't know what she should do, and what was the point of what she was going to do.

Margaret Lancaster once said that if you have a problem that is difficult to solve, it is good to sleep.

The last time was a long 500 years.

But this time she didn't want to sleep anymore.

Perry sometimes felt like a freshwater fish that had swum into the sea.

The sea is beautiful and wide, but not a single aquatic plant belongs to her.And before long, freshwater fish will die in the sea due to osmotic pressure.

This feeling was intensified after Margaret's death.

She seems to have been isolated from the world since she was a child, and has never really integrated into society or the times.She had met some nice people, but none of them were there now.

Perry sighed and simply sat on the windowsill.

She really likes this position, just like in the Tower of London when she was a child, as long as she sits on the window, she can see the rose bush under the tower.Although it is very tall and scary, the best things always have to appear in the worst places, right?

The phone rings, and when he unlocks it, he sees a familiar wallpaper. Perry thinks that he must change it when he has time.

"Which one?"

"Jasper Lancaster."

Perry twitched his lips. "What's your business? Is it because the phone bill is too much? I thought you preferred to appear in my mind."

"I don't have that strength anymore." The voice on the other end of the phone paused. "So I want to call you before I die. You know, if I hear that you are not doing well, I might die with peace of mind."

"Then you may not be at peace."

"...It's pretty good too."

Quiet.

Perry suddenly asked. "What's wrong with you, Hydra discovered that you were a house thief stealing stones?"

"Heh, you always have to be punished for losing something you want." He replied angrily.

Perry suddenly remembered that he had left with the stone.

what about now?I heard that the stone is in Avengers, but who is Jasper going to bring the stone to?

"Are you going to die?"

"No, no, it may make you happy for nothing."

"What a pity." Perry said flatly. "If you are free recently, please send me a bottle of poison. After I die, don't burn my bones and ashes, please give me a better funeral."

"I know a bunch of cannibals living in the jungle, you go and ask them if they want you."

Jasper coughed suddenly, and it sounded like he was spitting blood.

"Sounds like you're vomiting blood." Perry smiled mockingly. "I'll celebrate with a bottle of wine later."

Jasper laughed too, and then slowly made up the knife. "By the way, I forgot to ask you. The energy beam is used? Your sergeant recovered his memory? Remember to invite me when you get married—"

Perry gritted his teeth and hummed in response.

On the other end of the phone, Jasper Lancaster laughed for a long time.

"Are you satisfied now? I'm not having a good time, you can die with peace of mind."

"I used to think of killing you when you were in the most pain." There was a sound of tearing gauze from the other end of the phone.Jasper hissed. "But right now, if being alive is a pain in itself, it's fine to let you live."

"..."

Perry took a deep breath, held back and wanted to rush to LWL immediately to beat him up - oh, the source of power has been blocked, so he can't beat him anymore.

"go to hell!"

"A retired executive of Hydra was killed recently." Jasper suddenly became more formal.

"Sorry I didn't want to know that, because telling S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't give me a raise—"

He slowly added the second half of the sentence.

"He has the red book in his hand, the genuine one."

"……What do you mean."

"You know what I mean." Jasper laughed in a slippery voice.Perry got goosebumps when he heard it.

"Tell me this, what good will it do you?"

"Because you're going to be busy. It's fun to see you busy and flustered." He coughed. "This may be his former enemy. Remember those Russian words I taught you?"

"Remember……"

"Then guess, since he has mastered the red book, the next step is to find him, so how should he find him?"

Perry thought for a while, "You can't catch one on the street and start reading—"

"You're so stupid Parceloper!" Jasper cursed. "Look at the news! Do you never read the news! You are still working as a clerk in the S.H.I.E.L.D. coordination office—"

There was a sudden noise on the other end of the phone. Perry called his name several times, but Jasper hung up the phone in a hurry.

She threw the phone back on the bed.

Jasper said the news?But with so much news, where should I find it?

Could a direct search for The Winter Soldier bring up that apartment in Romania?

Perry sighed.

Ian knocked on the door suddenly and came in.

"The superior called to say overtime, and the case seems to have progressed recently. What do you want to eat, let me bring it for you?"

"No, pay attention to Ann—" Perry suddenly remembered something. "Is your case reported in the news?"

Ian nodded. "Yeah. Didn't you just not be interested..."

"That case!" Perry suddenly jumped out of bed in front of him. "Tell me what's going on!"

"It's the one you threw into the shredder at the Vienna signing of the Sokovia Premier League registration agreement. The Winter Soldier blew up the venue. The King of Wakanda died. We're looking for him."

Perry froze for a moment. "When will the signing be?"

"Just a few days ago. I'll think about that." Ian thought while putting on his shoes. "It should be the ninth, the day before the funeral."

"That must not be him!"

"What?" Ian froze for a moment.

Perry grabbed his phone and bag and rushed to the door.

"I was with him that night, how could he be in Vienna at the same time!"

Ian slowly turned back to look at her.

"You, say, what?"

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... Do you really expect me to use love to generate electricity?