winter rose

If Jasper hadn't mentioned it, there would probably not be another person in this world who knew what the vision was on the day of Parcelope's baptism.

During the Battle of Towton, known as the Winter Rose, the Lancastrian army had nowhere to escape after their defeat and could only jump into the icy river.

Then, most of them were frozen as Captain America six centuries ago, and had no chance to unfreeze.

It seemed that the Yorkists had won, and Elizabeth Woodville, the wife of the lovely Edward IV, the most beautiful woman in the British Isles, and her brother also died in that battle.

The consequences of angering a witch can be severe.

The Duchess of Lancaster became pregnant on the day the Taunton fiasco ended.

Later, on the great day of baptism, in a season when the red roses of England should have been in bloom.

The moment the priest lifted the baby up, a blizzard fell.

Rumor has it that Parcelope Lancaster brought the Lancastrians the misfortune of the Towton War from his mother's womb.

Rumors continued that Parcelope Lancaster symbolized the cold winter blizzards and death.

Rumors also said that Parcelope Lancaster was cursed and originally sinful, and it was unknown whether she was a witch.

But Jasper remembered that when he was still Richard York, in the early morning of a sudden blizzard, his mother chanted a spell softly and slowly, and the white and icy snowstorm appeared from the palms of her hands.

What is the original sin and what is unknown.

Even the day Jasper himself entered the Tower, he didn't understand.

Then there was Parcelope's abandonment in the Tower of London and seven years of captivity.

This was the vision of the year.

And for Perry and Bucky, Winter's Rose, like so many other promises, ends up being a joke.

Since then, there has been no birth and separation, only death and separation.

--no.

When Perry woke up this morning, his whole body ached.

Jasper gave her a glare and a blank stare, which led to her tentative conclusion that he had epilepsy.

Of course, it was a misdiagnosis.

Jasper Lancaster is in a bad mood today.

He said that those who he thought were smart and sensible did extremely stupid things, and those who he thought were really stupid did things that were not smart.

He said he didn't even have the strength to hehe.

She said sorry.

He gave Perry another look.

Perry told him, I'm going to find someone, can I go.

He said, of course not, don't daydream all day thinking that you won't die no matter what you do, and you don't even need to recuperate.

She said, the last time you were pierced by Dr. Romanov of Hydra, didn't you still live?

He asked back, how many years did you sleep last time?

...how many years?

Perry thought for a while, and lay back on the bed again.

Perry hated waiting.

This is on the same level as hating winter.

"there's one more thing."

Jasper looked sideways unnaturally.

"Your curse is lifted."

"...So? Please tell me something that my IQ can understand."

"Curse gives you an unfortunate fate... and the ability to—"

"Okay, I see." Perry interrupted him immediately.

But he immediately added another sentence.

"You should know the result when you decide to stab yourself!"

"I know I know..." she repeated slowly.

"But I think it's fine."

It's really good.

If all this brings misfortune, the result cannot be better now

"I don't think you understand what the result is." Jasper emphasized.

"Except for perception and hypnosis, you will lose—"

"There are two left, which is not very good—"

"—including life as a witch."

Perry paused.

"...Having lived for almost six centuries, I earn a lot more than anyone else."

for a long time.

"it is good."

"One last thing."

"It's not over, it's over in one go..."

"Starting today, you no longer belong to Lancaster."

There was a moment of silence in the room, and the next second, the tone became very different from before.

"The contract...?"

"From now on," Jasper repeated, looking at Perry word by word.

"From now on, you no longer belong to Lancaster, you are not a Lancaster witch, and your name will not be on Lancaster's contract. In other words, you are free."

Before he finished speaking, Perry rushed up and hugged him.

Then both of them froze.

She wanted to say thank you, but it seemed that she was short of an apology for what she did back then.But Perry and him have so many grievances and grievances, who owes whom an apology or a thank you.

She didn't know, and neither did he.

So the two of them froze.

"Freedom comes at a high price."

As he mentioned that sentence slowly, he helped her sit back on the bed.

"But you can afford that."

"This is not the first time, why are you so surprised."

"The Romanov time, I just thought it was because your brain was not working well... who knew you... that was the reason."

Jasper paused, took out the lighter as if to light a cigarette, but put the cigarette case back.

"I thought someone like you would smoke cigars." Perry glanced at the cigarette case in his hand and said in a deliberately mocking tone.

"What is smoke?"

"I'm out of cigars." He avoided her looking forward with his hand holding the cigarette case.

"there's one more thing……"

Perry wanted to follow his example and roll his eyes, but he forgot it after hearing the latter sentence.

Jasper said -

"This is the last time we see each other."

She frowned.

"Do you want to develop any plot here?"

"No, no, no." He waved his hand.

"Everyone has their own things to be busy with. In the future, if they are not involved or related to each other, they will naturally not meet each other."

Hearing this sentence, she couldn't even speak a word against him.

The more time passes, the more people leave.

Margaret said people were leaving.

It has always been like this.

"Well."

That's all Perry could answer.

The last sentence he said before leaving was an apology.

"Parceloper, I have to say 'sorry' to you on Ian's behalf."

Perry looked at him, sideways.

just say-

"Thank you."

He turned away.

Then, they know each other well.

Sorry will not be forgiven, and thanks will not be accepted.

Since then, only Jasper, a foreigner with a different surname, has assumed the complicated fate of Lancaster.

As for Perry, he was completely free.The future is no longer related to each other.

Maybe we were never enemies.

That's what Perry thought that morning.

Being incapacitated is only a little bad.

That is, even the contact array set up on the wrist before can't be used properly.

I don't know if it's because I miss Bucky too much, so even the perception of the last line of defense is now chaotic into the state of "I can sense Bucky everywhere but he's not there".

Perry had been to Wakanda secretly, but Bucky wasn't even there.

So where should it be.

Perry didn't know, she suddenly fell into a state of bewilderment again.It's like those days after the war, numb and helpless, it doesn't matter if you let an excellent doctor be a nurse or even a cleaner.

She didn't know where to go, anyway, she couldn't even go to LWL, the last place where freedom was imprisoned, and Perry somehow remembered the apartment in Romania.

But after arriving, I realized that as the place where the Winter Soldier was hunted down, Bucky would never appear here again.

In this way, she suddenly wanted to go to the movies again.

It's the kind of sweet, brainless romantic comedy.

The simple feeling that I have never tasted before.

Before the movie started, she stood at the door with a bucket of popcorn in her arms, as if waiting for someone.

After a while, she didn't wake up like a dream until the staff came to close the door.

No one has to wait, the only one who will attend this movie is myself.

Bucky walked through the Brooklyn area in his memory, through the former site of the Western Front in World War II, through the cold London tower that had trapped her for seven years, and through a dilapidated apartment in Romania.

But he did not meet her.

It's like waiting for a result that is forever in the distance.

I don't know how long we have to wait in the future, but the few months now are already so difficult.

He also went to the familiar square, the sky was gloomy in the early morning, and his whole body was wrapped in the cold of late autumn and early winter.

An all-too-familiar feeling.

But there are no familiar people.

When Bucky passed the benches, the movie theater next to the square ushered in the crowds of the midnight show for the first time. People poured out of the gate, startling a large group of gray and white pigeons whirling around.

Pure white feathers, bright red beak.

The world is gloomy and cold, only one point is warm and vivid red.

I have spent most of my life with wind and snow.

Only you.

Bucky lowered his head, slowly restraining the emotion in his brows and eyes.

He pressed the brim of his hat and continued walking forward.

If you can meet in the vast sea of ​​people, then all the misses will become the foreshadowing before the real meeting.

real encounter...

Perry, who was out of the theater, recalled the overly sweet movie plot in his mind, and slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

She only saw the constant misses, as for the real encounters.

If we can meet in the vast sea of ​​people...

If we can meet in the vast sea of ​​people.

Gray and white pigeons flew by, and two barrels of red roses stood out in the square in the early morning.

She walked slowly towards the old woman selling flowers, just like that early morning not long ago.

She still doesn't speak Romanian, and has no one around who speaks the language.

But she just stared at the bouquet of bright red roses, and couldn't help squatting down.

"I want roses."

She added another sentence.

"Red."

He saw the only red color on the square except for the sharp beak of the dove.

She heard a language she didn't understand, the content was unfamiliar, but the voice was familiar.

A large bouquet of roses was handed to the arms of the woman squatting in front of the bucket. She was still in a daze, but her tears were too active.

They hit the tender but tough petals one by one, and then slid down on the marble floor, turning into shiny fragments and disappearing.

If we can meet in the vast sea of ​​people.

Then all the sorrow and grief in this world will turn into sweetness.

If we can meet in the vast sea of ​​people.

Then before the real encounter, the constant misses will become a foreshadowing.

So, what else can we say.

Get up, turn around.

They embrace each other.

The past is gone and there is no need to mention it.

And the future is really promising.

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