winter rose

According to legend, there is a thorn bird that sings only once in its life.

That song was more beautiful and sweet than that of any creature in the world.

From the moment she leaves the nest, she seeks out the thorn tree until she finds it.

Then she thrust herself into the longest, sharpest thorn, and sang among the savage branches.

This is an incomparably beautiful song, and the end of the song is exhausted.

Yet the whole world listens and God smiles in his firmament.

Because, the best things can only be exchanged with deep pain and great trauma.

In the Hydra base, Ian stared blankly at the dagger that fell to the ground with a clang.

It hadn't occurred to him that... no, he knew exactly who Perry was, because they were essentially the same person.

He knew Perry like he knew himself.He knew that she was sensitive and vulnerable and loved to go to extremes... But it was reasonable and unexpected that she had come to this point.He has been forcing her to be a lunatic, someone he can use, but he never thought about it...

It will be like this.

Maybe, I don't know her as well as I thought.

Perhaps, in essence, they are not the same kind of people.

Ian suddenly thought of Jasper again.

If Perry died, he indirectly killed Jasper.

...why is this happening.

Because Perry wasn't as bad as himself after all?

I and Perry are fundamentally different, and maybe that's why only Perry is Jasper's last little conscience.

The blood on the ground finally condensed into a heavy black, and Ian crushed the switch in his hand with a cold face.

Bucky Barnes hugs Perry Carter tightly.

He was running on a long, seemingly endless road.

This kind of scene is familiar. In the front-line barracks in 1944, the military doctor Perry and the sharpshooter Sergeant Barnes were shot to death in the main artery.

That day, Bucky looked at Perry, who was covered in blood and had almost no strength to stand up. He was stunned for a moment.

Not because of such a terrible and serious wound, but because the person who suffered such an injury was actually Perry.

The military doctor who was vicious and merciless.

The war made girls more manly than men, but his dear girl, after all, she was still a girl who needed to be protected by herself.

Perry, who was injured and still insisted on joking, the panic in his eyes was almost non-existent, on the contrary, there was a different kind of emotion that was almost joyful.

There was an air of peace about the girl he loved.

Back then he thought that was the case, but in fact, the girl he loved just didn't have the desire for life.

But he still loved the girl.

The dying woman in her arms moved, and her slender fingers stained with blood grabbed his collar.

"No, Bucky," she said.

"I want to live a good life, and I always have been like this."

"I know I know……"

He just repeated that sentence over and over again.

It seems to be deliberately trying to make up for the lack of understanding in the past many years.

"...I know, Perry."

His voice was hoarse, his breathing was disordered due to the rapid running, but he still kept walking.

"Trust me, you can live, really."

"There is no medical wing."

She smiled weakly.

"Those days are...long gone."

It's been a long time.

He shook his head.

Admitting some truths is tough.

Those good times are long gone.

And what is left is only heavy suffering.

The retreat that Perry chose was not for himself.

All she wanted was revenge, but now there was Bucky.

She disappeared for 10 minutes during the Vibranium deal in Wakanda, not only shorting out the device on her heart with a pacemaker, but also relaying everything T'Challa and Steve had to know about Hydra .

As Parceloper, she will never forget one thing - what caused her to lose was Hydra.

Her throat was filled with blood gushing from her chest, and no matter what she wanted to say, it became a vague cough.

This is different from Margaret Lancaster, who was unwilling to respond and was about to return to the outside world. This time, she had many things in her heart, but the suffocation made her unable to say a word.

She wants to say, in fact, I want to live, to live well, and I have always been like this.

She also wanted to say that although she was living a terrible life, she really never thought of using death to get rid of it.

But death can solve some problems, she can only choose this way.

The first way to solve problems taught in life is to escape, one time is 500 years, and it has been tried repeatedly.

But this time, before he really thought about it, his body had already made a decision.

The price of freedom has always been high, but since it's for your freedom, it's well worth it.

She looked at the neckline she was holding, the coldness spread from her fingertips upwards, and finally she couldn't hold anything anymore.

He let go of his hand, but was held tightly by Bucky on the way of falling.

"I'm here, I'm here, Perry."

He glanced down and continued to run forward.

"It's almost there, I've seen Steve and the others."

Perry didn't have the strength to look ahead, in fact, she was barely able to breathe.

The moment before death was infinitely prolonged, painful and unbearable.

Only then did she realize that she still had so many words left unsaid.

In the turbulence of running, she vaguely remembered Sergeant Barnes who also ran with her in his arms the night Carter was injured chasing the jeep bravely as a military doctor.

It was a feeling you could rely on, not having to worry about it all by yourself.

It feels good to have someone care.

Maybe that's how it all started.

The coldness of her fingertips spread to her entire arm. She didn't feel helpless that night, and she doesn't feel helpless now.

Because Bucky is there.

As long as it's here, it's fine.

As long as you're not alone, that's fine.

Consciousness gradually blurred, and many of Bucky's words also became blurred.

She seemed to be in an illusion, and her whole body was light and light.

The cold penetrated to the bone marrow, and the blood froze and stopped flowing.

She hated winter, hated the cold, because it represented pain, it represented separation.

She thought of many, many unfulfilled promises and unspoken words.

But it can only stop there.

At the last second before losing consciousness, she suddenly wanted to tell him something.

But the blood gushing from her throat blocked all her thoughts, she could only lean sideways in his arms and gently close her eyes.

He is still running.

The person in his arms didn't respond, and couldn't even feel breathing.

But he is still running.

Wakanda is a great place.

There are mountains, water and grasslands.

Perry said before that she likes the forest the most. She once tried to plant many trees outside LWL, thinking that she could see the rudiments of the forest in six centuries.But in the end it just turned into a forest.

It is still a grove where many wizards and witches go to do things.

If Perry is here, she should love the forest outside Wakanda.

It was a very thick dark green with some black, like her eyes.

Bucky is sitting in front of the tent, having just hung up the video call with Steve not long ago.

He talked to Steve about the recent daily life, and even made some jokes that weren't funny.

Although he could still see that Steve had some...not prejudice against Perry, but just didn't understand.

But the regret and sadness are real.

If Perry knew, she would probably sneer coldly——

"He must be looking at Margaret's sake so as not to educate me."

So how would you answer?

For a moment, he was a little flustered.

So Perry, what do you think I'll answer.

If you really say so.

The wind blows across the grass, rolling up the aroma of green grass.

Bucky looked at the distant sky, the light in his blue eyes dimmed a little bit.

If you were here with me right now, what would you do.

Suffering is no joke, but it doesn't seem too difficult to pick up suffering again.

The wait was long and difficult.Now, all alone again.

The rampant jeep in the frontline barracks, the wayward military doctor who kicked broken glass, poured alcohol on the wound after tearing up his skirt with his hand, and took bullets to sew the wound without anesthesia...

Even such memories are good.

Of course, the premise is that Sergeant Barnes, the sharpshooter, has accurate marksmanship and runs fast enough.

The faint red mark on the wrist is still there. It was in a small apartment in Romania, where the extreme and urgent woman made a cut on her wrist and drew a formation despite her serious injury.

【"From now on, no matter where you go, I will find you, and I will never abandon you no matter what.

Till my soul goes to hell, till death do us part. "]

The oath that day was said like a wedding oath, and Bucky didn't know if she meant it, but if it was, then that's fine.

She said she once had a dream where Bucky proposed and then disappeared.

Before that fall off the train.

Even if the vows made on that day are real wedding vows, the imprint left on the wrist acts as a ring.

So Bucky Barnes and Perry Carter have become husband and wife.

The marks on the wrist were barely there, and Bucky looked at the red marks as if Perry had only been away for a few days and would be back soon.

Yes, if Perry can't find his way home, then he can go out and find her.

Miss Witch from six centuries ago is self-willed, reckless, and sensitive.No one would feel at ease when such a little girl went out alone.

So, I'll go find you.

It was agreed to show off the magical skills of growing roses in the snow after the war, and it was also agreed to watch a hundred movies.

And now, many, many years after the war.

It's time to keep promises and promises, Perry.

You have been looking for me for so long, now I come to you.

We all know the wait is long and hard, so please don't make me wait too long.

Not too long.

Perry, please.

This time, don't make me wait too long.

The author has something to say:

This chapter will be overhauled after the military training

ah ah ah what did I write

My readers please give me advice

Military training made me unable to write!

Ideas are broken!