winter rose

It might be an autumn.

Well, maybe fall.Romania and the British latitude are not too far apart, but Perry just can't figure out this strange weather problem.

After all, the gloomy rainy day and the cold snowy day are more familiar.

Perry thought about it, and woke up accidentally.

Thinking about problems in a dream is also better than getting up early to face breakfast problems.

Especially at breakfast yesterday, after accidentally slipping my hands and frying the microwave...

Perry felt that he probably couldn't forget the subtle sarcasm that suddenly appeared in the eyes of the Winter Soldier's calm and dead fish.

Winter Soldier: I'm not I don't I don't know I... don't remember

On the narrow bed, Perry sighed and slowly got up.

And a bag next to the bed looks steaming...so this is breakfast.

She took a deep breath, rubbed her eyes again, and finally turned on the phone screen to confirm the time in case she got up late, this is someone's leftover...

Ok, I can be sure this is my breakfast.

Happy to fly up hahahahahaha

So, Mr. Winter Soldier, the former Hydra No. 1 weapon who was resting just after five hundred push-ups, saw Perry rushing into the bathroom "la la la" all the way, brushing his teeth and singing.

Not out of tune but...

How could he not remember putting hallucinogens in that breakfast?

Could it be that there is a memory problem again?

The Winter Soldier glanced at the plums on the table, and suddenly remembered the phrase "Plums can cure bad brains".

...No, I have no reason to take hallucinogens——

Suddenly being hugged from behind, he clenched his left hand subconsciously, but slowly released it after realizing it was Perry.

Recently... has the prediction become dull?

Perry nuzzled his shoulder with his chin, and popped a kiss on the back of his neck.

"Thank you thank you for loving you!"

...No, you're welcome.

He wanted to say that, but he opened his mouth but didn't say anything.

The person behind slipped away like a fish that couldn't be caught, leaving only a lingering hot spot on the back of his neck.

The Winter Soldier subconsciously touched the place that had been kissed, but the moment he touched it, he withdrew his fingers suddenly.

Maybe it's just a dream in the freezer.

Maybe.

His eyes fell back to the bouquet of roses in the milk bottle.

The petals are delicate and the branches are flexible.

Such exuberant vitality and vivid colors...

This is a dream.

Perry hadn't known what breakfast was for a long, long time.

Before coming here, she clearly realized that this was an escape, so she tried her best to improve the quality of Bucky's life, but she could only open her mouth in surprise when the breakfast could be so exquisite.

"Kitchen pipes bursting frequently are easy to attract neighbors and police who do good things."

The reason for the Winter Soldier is this.

Perry raised his eyebrows knowingly, expressing——

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, my little cutie, you are right in everything you say!"

In fact, Perry didn't get up early, and in addition to her slow washing and cleaning time, breakfast was often combined with lunch.

The Winter Soldier looked at the woman with her head down and focused on her breakfast, with glowing eyes, and many, many things flashed through her mind.

It's memories and ideas.

Or a thought, a desire.

It's good to live a life like this.

Compared with those thick, viscous, bloody blood that makes people breathless.He is almost obsessed with this plainness.

But he was always a little afraid and... guilty.

Why can a person with blood on his hands have such a stable life?

So it is only natural to be displaced.

Despite thinking this way, he was still madly infatuated with the security and warmth that the sweet and innocent Perry brought him.

but……

Sweet and innocent, is it really this woman in front of me?

"What to eat for lunch!"

Perry rolled up his sleeves, looking eager to try.

The Winter Soldier glanced at the mottled wall that had been burnt black before, and said something silently.

"You'd better not touch the oven."

As a result, the excitement on the face of our former little Dr. Carter faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he even pursed his lips to express his dissatisfaction.

The Winter Soldier on the side didn't say a word, but silently took the shovel she was holding, and stood in front of the pot.

So naturally Perry took a step back and just leaned back to watch him cook.

Cook and eat.day after day.

Perry wondered if there would have been such security in the equally calm days after the war, as far back as 1944, if not so much had happened.

But since it has become impossible, Perry will not know the answer.

Thinking of this, her eyes subconsciously fell on the bouquet of roses by the window.

Seems like a new bunch while the old...

She turned her attention to the small black leather notebook on the refrigerator.

There is still a faint fragrance of roses between the pages, and there are traces of withered petals on the thick paper.

Perhaps, even if those things didn't happen, this kind of security is what I deserved.

The crispy slice of bread baked on the edge was handed to the palm of the hand.

A new day has begun.

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