winter rose

In the deepest part of the castle, the magic circle with golden light shining in the blood flows and whispers on the ground.

The basement door is closed tightly, and cobwebs are entwined on the portrait of a medieval lady who is calmly closing her eyes.In the portrait's hand was a roll of parchment with yellowed edges.

Perry looked at the roll of parchment, raised his hand and dripped a drop of blood on it.

Cutting wrists and bleeding at the slightest disagreement is a brainless Lancastrian style.And the Mind Stone...

Fighting back a dull pain in his lower back, Perry just read the incantation on the parchment.

The soul gem can control people's hearts.

He wakes up in a military tent.

Being a Winter Soldier made him subconsciously take precautions, and began to observe his surroundings vigilantly.

He was lying on a stretcher with a bottle hanging on the back of his hand.What lingers on the tip of the nose is a pungent smell of alcohol.

He's wearing a dark green uniform, and his rank says... he's a sergeant.

This is a medical tent.

But why would I wear such clothes, and why would I be here?

He tore off the needle, searched around for weapons to no avail, so he had to open the curtain and walk outside.

But the wrist was held by someone, and the movement of opening the curtain froze.

Outside the tent, a woman in a white shirt and a military uniform skirt was looking at him with a smile.The green eyes were clear, and there seemed to be a faint glint of water.

"Sergeant Barnes got up early today." She smiled and pushed him back into the tent.

He could have grabbed the woman's wrist, but he didn't.

Someone in his heart sang the song of the siren that never stopped day and night, which made him obey the voice in his heart.

"Your way of pulling out the needle is really simple and rude."

The woman half complained and half joked, tugging at his cuff all the way and pushing him back to the bed.

The morning sun shines through the window, and the place where the eyes can see is an illusory haze.The sunlight just outlined her slender waistline.

Suddenly there was a desire to hold her in his arms.

"According to Sergeant Barnes' recovery speed, the stitches can be removed today." She raised the corners of her mouth, her green eyes flickering.

"If you don't speak, I will take it as your acquiescence."

Before he finished speaking, the hem of his shirt was lifted.Only then did he notice a suture mark between his waist and abdomen.

"Tsk tsk tsk, my most perfect work."

Picking up the scissors, the fingertips were still wet with alcohol.

The tweezers are metallic--

Metal?

He subconsciously looked at his left arm, which was a part of flesh and blood, not a cold machine.

The strange thing is that he didn't feel less secure, on the contrary, he actually felt extremely at ease.

There was a burning tingling sensation at the wound, and he looked at the woman, who was holding an empty bottle cap and showing him a malicious smile.

"A bottle of alcohol doesn't change your face, Bucky, you are amazing today."

Bucky...

Who is Bucky?

He wanted to ask, but seemed to know the answer.

"Reward for your outstanding performance today, Sergeant, this doctor wants to give you a little sweet reward."

The closer you get, the breath hits your face.In the end, it was a piece of fruit candy stuffed into the mouth.

"This is my last strawberry candy."

It seemed that he was full of reluctance, and his eyes were hesitant.

"But if it's for you, then you can consider it."

He looked away in a panic, lowered his head and walked out.

"I'm not looking for Steve again." She dragged her voice with a look of seeing through herself.

"If you want me to say, you old couples are enough. Don't you allow the great Captain America to have some personal space? Colonel Phillips is not as strict as you."

He turned back to look at her.

And she seemed to know what he was going to say.

"Steve is busy with—" She paused, the smile on her face froze for a moment, then quickly recovered.

"—Talk about love with Margaret, and look forward to the bright future of the United States and the Commonwealth, as well as the whole of Europe and the whole world. If you go to disturb them, even if Guang Zhengwei is like Captain America, he won't care about you, Marge Lite would also ask me the three soul questions of 'Who made you'."

"So, the kindest and sweetest Sergeant Barnes would like to spend a little more time with me in this medical tent, wouldn't he?"

At the end of the story, there is a sweet smile, which is the bright and charming memory.

Kind?

is доброта

And in memory?

Whose memory is that?

Suddenly heavy snow fell outside the tent, the sky was gloomy and gloomy, snowflakes covered everything in the world, and everything became quiet.

A stove was lit in the tent at some point, and the green-eyed military doctor yawned in boredom, and then leaned directly on himself.

A blizzard swept through my mind, the rough, hard and cold snow particles tore the fragments of memory, and everything turned into a mess on the ground.

He frowned in pain, the fire in front of him was flickering.Vaguely, a word came out...

bake

……stove

He seemed to hear the sound of chains breaking.But when he opened his eyes, the medical tent was still quiet, only the shallow breathing of the woman in his arms.

She seemed a little sleepy, and her eyelids kept fighting.But even so, she still had to force herself to talk to him.

"There is another task tomorrow, you have to pay attention to safety. I agreed to show you my magical ability to grow roses in the snow. I have found all the flower seeds..."

As she spoke, she stuffed another piece of chocolate into his mouth.

"Remember, the brand of Merci. The good thing about the Germans is that they make delicious candies."

【"Merci? Thank you? Shouldn't I be the one who told you. Last time I asked you to go to the little nurse Green, didn't you say that it was inappropriate to be beaten by your own people?"

"Is it French on the box? I don't know."

"It's French, but it's a German brand of chocolate."

"Your trophy?"

"It's really expensive to exchange a gun for a box of chocolates."]

Where did the similar conversations in memory take place?

She patted him in a daze, "I'm talking, please pay attention." After speaking, she pouted her lips.

"Did you notice I put on that tangee, did you?"

There is an obvious urgency in the green eyes.

But he didn't know what to say in response.

So in the end, it was the doctor who pulled him by his collar and had to bend down to look at him, and then kissed him softly and long.

The lips and teeth touch, and the tip of the tongue is soft.And of course, the sweetness of candy.

Breathing becomes short of breath when standing up.She looked at him with lonely and desolate eyes as if passing through a long torrent of time.

she says.

"So Bucky, please remember to come back. Remember that there is a vicious military doctor waiting for you."

【"Perry, as long as it exists, there will be a mark."】

I hope so.

The scene in front of him suddenly pulled away, he seemed to have fallen into the starry sky, and the shiny fragments all over the world were flickering.

Suddenly, the scene has changed.

In the tavern on the front line, the voices of people boiled like fireworks.

It was the sound of wine glasses tapping on the table.

When she looked up, she was still a green-eyed woman in military uniform.

Their hands were clasped together in what appeared to be an inviting gesture.

"I'd say it's an honor."

She blinked, and like a slippery fish, she walked through the crowd and led him onto the dance floor.

Flirty whistles, thick vinyl records, and occasional laughs.

All kinds of voices were mixed together, he was spinning, and it seemed that there were only two people left in the center of the huge dance floor.

She hugged the woman's slender waist in her arms, and her green and blue eyes reflected the light, both shining brightly.

"What if I'm an old witch who has lived for hundreds of years? Who is Bambi for 42 years?"

Tapping the table with his knuckles, the bartender handed him a glass of frothy beer.

The woman tied up her loose black hair, and time seemed to be going backwards.

"Soldier, will you have an answer when dawn comes?" She pushed the wine glass in his direction, with a casual tone in her tone.

"Give me an answer, Bucky."

She added another sentence.

"At dawn, at dawn."

dawn

Dawn is рассвет.

He suddenly raised his eyes to look at her, and then raised his hand to touch her face.

"Is this a dream?"

His first sentence was a question.

"Why is it a dream?"

She smiled, lazily supporting a smile.

"Why can't it be the past you are most familiar with?"

"Whatever is in your heart, here will be the answer."

She jumped off the high chair nimbly, and this time, she didn't lose her seat or stand up.

He withdrew the hand that subconsciously reached out to support her.

"This time—" she playfully put her hands behind her back and made a face at him. "—I didn't almost fall down."

She smiled, turned and walked out of the lively tavern.

He got up and chased after him, but he couldn't catch up.

She ran faster and faster in front, farther and farther.There is only a back that is illuminated by the faint moonlight.

Then dodged and disappeared in front of a medical tent.

He stopped not far from the tent, panting with his hands on his knees.

Suddenly, the tent caught fire.

The flames soared into the sky, reddening half of the solemn night.

He suddenly widened his eyes.

[A question, and an answer. 】

The siren in my head plucks the strings.

[A question, and an answer. 】

The voice kept repeating.

There is a little light in the east, and a warm sun rises on the horizon.

The flames gradually faded.

Dawn has come.

But he has no answer.

The author has something to say:

According to what Perry told Baji, what he sees now is what he thinks in his heart.

In other words, this can be regarded as an illusory ranking of "Baji's favorite scene with Perry" in a situation similar to a dream.

And the beginning is the end.

it will be ok everything will be ok

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