winter rose

"Tears..." Perry leaned on his chin and thought for a while.

"The biggest fear of lacerations is infection, but I haven't used alcohol in a long time—"

There seemed to be a trigger point in his memory, and a flash of color flashed in his eyes.

"A wound of this magnitude does not require treatment."

"Then a cold compress is always right."

After finishing speaking, a piece of ice formed in Perry's palm and pressed it on his left shoulder.

"Hold it yourself."

He took it, and the cold touch coincided with a fragment in his memory.

It is the word that was cut abruptly on the handle of the knife.

"That dagger."

Perry froze.

"What's the cut word—"

"my name."

She looked up at him, her mouth raised.

"Parcelope Lancaster."

"Sir..."

"The last time, I said, it was the doctor."

"Feel sorry."

The corridor was empty, and the antique portraits on the walls looked sad, as if they were sighing.

"But I'm Parcelope now, otherwise who else would I be?"

There is a name stuck in my throat, but I can't say it.

There was another name, but who would it be?

Another unresolved question.

I had a stomachache after dinner, because the gothic little loli who was called by Perry to the table and couldn't buckle it down was too loud.

Sure enough, young people would lose their composure, and would throw a glass at Perry's face before he was seated.

After the Winter Soldier quickly caught it and crushed it, he was full of hostility.

Then little Lolita has a revolutionary look who is viciously trying to grab the contract and control her own destiny.

"Is this how Jasper subdued you when I was gone?"

As soon as Perry raised his hand, the dagger sank deeper into her shoulder.

The sound of clashing knives and forks on the long table did not stop, but occasionally a few people would look up at the screaming little loli.

"If there is any disagreement, I will cut my wrist and let blood to resolve it violently. Sure enough, everyone is a united and friendly Lancaster. I didn't care about stabbing me in the back when Jasper and I were fighting. But now it is for no reason. Demolition of the house, I don’t think it’s easy to just let it go for the sake of money.”

"Sosimo, give her the bill and fix the terrace. An old house won't stand—"

Eyes flicked over everyone.

"--You too."

Back in the room, he leaned against the door and let out a long sigh of relief.

Perry looked at the unhappy soldier and smiled.

"It's so exciting to run after pretending."

"..."

"I'm not full for dinner, I'll ask Suoximo to send another one later."

"..."

"Oh no, it's too embarrassing, then I will say that you ate it, and remember to cooperate with me later."

"..."

No response.

"Hey, soldier. Doesn't this sentence look like an order?"

"Yes, doctor."

"?? Are you saying that you don't look like it or that you want to cooperate with me??"

"Cooperate."

The room was quiet again.

Perry walked to the window sill and sat on it with his arms stretched out.Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the empty wine bottle under the bed, and a bucket of unopened white paint.Stupid stories like those missing person notices that were forcibly pasted on other people's walls came to mind again.

She beckoned him to come over, and the soldier obeyed.

white paint...

Perry thought about it, and really didn't know why Jasper still sent a bucket to his room.

Is it because I bought it according to the number of rooms and just put one more room?

Or the stupidity that Jasper reminds himself every day is more likely.

However, the environment is bad to a certain extent.Perry thinks of Jasper's face now and thinks it's cute.

I don't know if they painted the walls again, but the antique wallpapers are actually quite valuable.

Wizard Sanctuary...

She also lied to him that this is a beautiful utopia-like place.

Even today, it's really bad here.

"What did Jasper Lancaster tell you when he locked me in the attic?"

The soldier was stunned for a moment.

"I do not remember--"

"You can think of it." Perry was so boring that he was so bored that even a trivial thing could arouse her curiosity.

The soldier tilted his head, but the flashback was hard to capture.

"He... seems to have talked about your childhood."

"That must be a bootleg story."

Perry pinned his hair behind his ears, and the moonlight cast a layer of indifference on the black hair.

She suddenly knew what kind of means she wanted to obtain indirectly.

Although the purpose is still not clear, the desire that can be said is real.

"A bedtime story, let me tell you."

With undeniable determination, Perry began to reveal his scars in a cheerful gesture.

"After the famous Battle of Winter Roses, the old hag of the York family began to curse people. No one knew the name I got after I was born. The earliest one was Parse who was thrown into the Tower of London after the vision of the full moon. Loper. The meaning...it's probably obvious, it's a curse word like goblin or devil—"

["p-e-r-i, fairy?"

"Fairies, elves, fairies, whatever you call it, they are all magical."]

The soldier lowered his eyes and calmed down his emotions well.

"—Ivan VI, who also lives in the tower in Russia next door, has a nanny to take care of me. I am completely left to fend for myself. It is a miracle that I survived. Every winter I get frostbite, Margaret Lang When Caster first met me at the Tower of London, I was huddled in a puddle in the corner—”

Perry made an emphatic gesture, and the smile on the corner of his mouth remained unchanged, as if he was telling a funny story.

"—a puddle of mud. I can't even speak, and I look like a wildling in the jungle...so I hate chilblains, and winter."

"Margaret Lancaster was the first person who was kind to me, but she died not long after. Seriously, if it weren't for meeting her, I might never have thought of going out. The Tower of London. After all, compared with the intrigues in the outside world, the Tower of London is still a safe place. But I am too greedy, and I want more when I meet beautiful things.”

She looked at him, and the arc of her mouth dropped a little bit.

"It's the same for you."

Their eyes collided, and then quickly staggered away.

"I went for the good, and in the end there was only Lancaster Castle devastated. With resentment and unwillingness, I found out the culprit's son and beat him up. I also made him and his mother close at hand but couldn't recognize each other. In the end, letting him change his name was a mark of humiliation to him, but I..." She sneered.

"You know, I'm not a person who was indoctrinated with family hostility since I was a child, so this is really nothing to me."

"The next thing is to be obedient and sleep for 500 years, wake up and meet Peggy Carter, that is a pretty good time. After World War II began, I went to the front as a military doctor and fell in love with a very long Nice soldier."

"As I said before, I hate winter because it's a gradual thing to hate. Winter isn't just about annoying chilblains, it's also a separation that's more painful than that."

"The war was won shortly after the winter, but I was very sad, very sad, of course, how could it not be sad, but I was taught 'too kind' by the quality education of the two Margarets at that time, and I didn't go out for the first time The violent output of the Tower of London, I just searched after I found out that the person I love is not dead... Then it was a stupid miss. I went back to LWL and continued to search all over the world. But a century is so long, there is still no result .”

"Later on..."

She sighed leisurely.

"My friend is dead, my sister is old, I finally found the person I love, but I said the wrong thing, and he ran away from home."

"Hearing this... Soldier, do you have any thoughts about the protagonist of the story, that is me?"

"Doctor." An emotion was brewing in the blue eyes.

"Maybe you're just unlucky."

"Ha! Luck?"

I don't know who the mocking laughter is directed at.

"You are right, soldier."

"My sister died a few days after he ran away from home, whom I had worked so hard to find. I didn't even have much time to grieve because soon he was arrested for various murders. I I went to save him, but I was also arrested. He has his choice to save the world to make up for his mistakes, so I will help him without hesitation."

"I can even pretend that nothing happened for a few days after I found out that he killed my poor friend. I can help him go to the airport to fight and pretend that I am not an anemic crispy mage. My lumbar spine was accidentally broken by him but I was afraid he would feel guilty so I pretended nothing happened... but in the end I only touched myself. But, yes, I've been 'pretending', haven't I?"

"All my real relatives are dead and my friends are gone. I only have him left, but even so!"

"After I searched for him for nearly a century, after a rare reunion, he would rather abandon me than face it together."

"So, I was abandoned." She added. "Again."

"Is it my bad luck?"

"Doctor, the Winter Soldier's program is limited to the skills required for combat such as strategic command and fighting skills. I don't want to analyze this matter—"

"Is it my bad luck?"

With a cold voice, Perry asked again as if unwilling to give up.

yes?

He was suddenly not sure.

The woman in front of him looked at him urgently. She was waiting for an answer, but he couldn't give it.

"doctor……"

"You don't have to answer."

Perry finally smiled resignedly, and tears welled up in his eyes without warning.

"I thought I needed you, even if it was the Winter Soldier. But really, if you're not Bucky, it's all meaningless."

Because trapped you, also trapped myself.

The author has something to say:

The recent plot can be said to be more and more confused, and I need readers' opinions on the recent direction.If not, it would be really uncomfortable for Calvin to write blindly.

ps, due to various reasons, the daily change changes weekly