winter rose

The lobby on the first floor of the Hydra branch.

Jasper folded his arms and looked down at Strack, whose vigor had been wiped out by the verbal confrontation just now.

Pall and the Winter Soldier are only one step away from abducting a super-soldier scientist, and the problem is Baron Struker's eagerness to claim credit.

The situation was reported to the general, and Strack was naturally wiped out.

"The baron should rest. As for the leadership of the branch... the general has been handed over to me. You should go and explain to the general yourself."

A sneer declared Jasper's complete victory in the battle between the two.

Paar pulled the Winter Soldier to listen to the corner at the door. The skills of an excellent agent had never been brought into full play by her.

The Winter Soldier had no expression on his face, either because he thought she was crazy, or because he was thinking again about her being the stupidest officer ever.

After a while, Jasper came out.Pal immediately stood at the door and pretended it was a fine day.

He ignored her pretending to be crazy, just pinched her chin and looked at the redness and swelling on her cheeks, and said——

"If I had known this, I should have slapped him on the right too."

Then when Pal's eyes widened and he was about to rush up to scold people in the next second, he disappeared in the corner of the corridor.

Pal was about to curse, but Jasper had disappeared.Only an extremely angry Pal was left standing there with his mouth open, not knowing what to say, stomping his feet angrily.

The Winter Soldier was watching from the background panel next to him, expressionless.

After a while, Strucker also came out.Pal glanced at him, and pulled the Winter Soldier away like a thief.

These are the reasons why Pal is in a bad mood today.

Pal prefers a spacious place so he never goes to the Winter Soldier training room, and there is a large area in the central training field dedicated to the Winter Soldier.With the big killer present, the other agents didn't really want to go.

Therefore, at this time, the central training ground was empty, and Parr sat on the sandbags and watched the Winter Soldier shoot, thinking that his accuracy needed to be improved.

It was 1950, and the Winter Soldier hadn't become the undefeated Winter Soldier many years later.

Perhaps it was a coincidence that during those cruel growth years, Pal was short-lived.

But none of them knew at the time that the Winter Soldier belonged to so many officers, but Parr was the one with the shortest term.

"You...you still have three nine rings in one hundred rounds, can you make all ten rings next time?"

Although it was a bit harsh, the Winter Soldier agreed smoothly.

Pal couldn't imagine what the effect would be if Jasper said such words to himself.

perhaps--

Jasper, I'll use you as a target to hit a thousand rounds and you'll get ten rings.

No, there's one more shot, maybe in your dick--

【Parceloper, what the hell are you thinking! 】

"I, I, I, I didn't think about anything!"

Pal jumped up from the railing in fright, and even the Winter Soldier, who was obsessed with shooting, couldn't help but glance at her.

"What's the matter, long... Perry."

Paar, who came back to his senses, said angrily.

"The dark and damp Hydra base only grows mushrooms, not Perry... Hey, Perry, you are calling me that fake name, isn't it, is it the half-truncated name?"

"Isn't that what you asked me to call?"

"...Then you don't want to call?"

"?"

He froze for a moment, as if he didn't know how to answer.

"long……"

"Or Perry."

She sighed.

"You heartless bastard."

"conscience?"

He raised his eyes to her.

"That word wasn't in the instructions—"

"Ah, stop talking! You are so annoying!"

Paar swayed the small book in his hand with one hand and covered the torn and stitched wound with the other, and walked to the wall covered with controllers.

"Since these trivial and grueling training are so boring, why don't we take a look at the new inventions of the scientific research team."

She pressed one of the switches, and the surrounding scene changed rapidly.

It was a reception similar to Stark's.The lights are confusing and the music is ambiguous.

But no one.

Yes, except them.

Paar took a deep breath, and finally squeezed out a perfunctory and forced smile.

"I think you can strengthen your agent skills of changing identities, so today's training theme is——"

"Dance."

"Dance?"

Paal asked the Winter Soldier to turn around, and he obediently did so. When he turned back, the momentary change in his eyes did not escape Paal's eyes.

"So... isn't this dress suitable for this scene?"

She took a step forward, and the American army shirt and skirt fit her figure perfectly, as if—

"Like you're supposed to be."

He replied.

"The day before yesterday you and that female agent...you didn't let me kill her, why?"

"My training isn't for you to ask pointless questions...well."

She pouted, walked up to him, and put her hands on his shoulders.

"The answer is that I don't know why. Actually, it's easy to understand. Don't you have that kind of thing, and you don't know why you do it, but you do it anyway?"

The Winter Soldier's lips were pressed into a straight line, and his voice was stiff and straight when he answered her.

"My answer is no."

She sneered, and clasped the other hand on his.

If it had to be said that way, it could barely be regarded as some kind of holding hands during dancing.

shake hands?

It is more appropriate to use the wrist pinch in fighting to describe it.

"I guess you're not telling the truth." As if realizing the loophole in her words, she added another sentence. "But it's also possible...you forgot? That's not the point. All right, soldier. Let's put shooting training aside and let's see how you do in such an environment that requires camouflage."

"Sir, I think—"

"No, you don't think so."

Paal's wrist led him hard, so the first step was taken like this.

It was like being in some chaotic front-line tavern, with dim lights and murky music.

As if some whistles and teasing would be more appropriate?

No.

He shook his head, dispelling the memories that were fragmented and nonexistent.

The Winter Soldier just jumped up following Paal's steps.

"Relax relax..."

Paal's hand on his shoulder patted lightly.

"Sir, I don't think we've introduced ourselves yet. Perry White, just call me Perry."

silence.

Parr glanced at him.

silence.

Paar looked at him again.

silence.

"...It's time for you to introduce yourself, soldier."

"The Winter Soldier—"

"Ah, ah, ah, I asked you to make up a fake name, what are you, what are you, what are you..."

She suddenly jumped angrily and stomped on him viciously.

"Perry sounds like a real name. You wouldn't say after me—"

"But Perry sounds like it should be your name."

She froze for a moment, then paused, and the two of them collided.

"Fake name."

She blinked, laughing in a panic.

"Make one up now, or you'll fail today's training. Peter, Bob, James—"

"James?"

He seemed to remember something, a mist of doubt gradually rose in his blue eyes, and his breathing became heavy and disordered.

Pal leaned against him, the environment of the fake tavern was so messy that she couldn't concentrate, but the body temperature of the man in front of her was indeed warm and real.

She moved her neck unnaturally, muttering something softly.

"You want to remember something about that too...I didn't even say Bucky Barnes—"

"Who's... Bucky?"

He suddenly looked up at her, his eyes full of shock.

"I seem to remember..."

"Wow... the trough."

She couldn't help but slapped herself, and quickly covered his mouth.

"Well, whatever you think of. Don't say it. Don't say it, you know."

"Keep Perry, I want to know—"

"No, you don't want to."

She turned off the virtual scene switch, and the training ground returned to its cold appearance.

And the Winter Soldier walked towards the door with blank eyes and firm steps, as if he wanted to ask someone for clarification.

It couldn't have been worse.

Pal walked over quickly and grabbed his sleeve.

"Don't ask them, don't be stupid! They'll just brainwash you—"

The footsteps of the Winter Soldier stopped suddenly, and Pal thought he was calming down, but the result was unexpected.

He slowly turned back to look at her, his eyes were cold and terrifying.

She subconsciously withdrew her hand.

And the Winter Soldier keeps going.

Pal couldn't control that much anymore, he stepped forward and tried to clasp his arm back, but the Winter Soldier grabbed his wrist, and then his shoulder.

In the end, the whole person was thrown out inexplicably.

Pal flew out with a whoosh and fell on the railing, breaking the railing and falling to the ground again.

She clutched her chest and coughed violently, her throat was sweet and fishy.

My body hurts, everywhere hurts.But what was even worse was that the wound was tearing again and was bleeding.

The warm blood soon spread over her fingers, and her hand covering the wound was shaking.

Paal looked up at him, green eyes full of panic and horror.

"do not go……"

But she still said so.

The violence in the Winter Soldier's eyes dissipated, and gradually became a kind of——

"Perry..."

- a kind of guilt.

Or, a kind of distressed.

"Don't go, I'm doing it for your own good."

She struggled to remember, the Winter Soldier took a few steps in her direction, then stopped abruptly.

He looked down at the metal left arm that he had just thrown Paar away, without saying a word.

"If you want to know, you can, but you must never ask anyone, because they won't tell you, they will only brainwash you..."

She coughed and finally coughed up blood.

This is an early warning of internal bleeding.

"I... it's for your own good."

Suddenly being picked up.

Paar looked at the Winter Soldier who suddenly picked him up, his eyes blanked.

"I'm probably the worst and least resistant officer."

On the way to the medical room.The woman in his arms was slender and thin, but the feeling of holding her was mixed with the smell of blood, as if he had known him before.

Maybe everything happened before.

"Sorry sir..."

He thought for a while and added another sentence.

"Perry... I think... I've seen you before."

At an inconspicuous corner of the corridor, Ian watched the Winter Soldier carrying Perry towards the medical room with a blank expression on his face.

After a while, he threw the empty sedative syringe to the ground and turned to leave.

The author has something to say:

This episode is too long

can't write liao

I want to write post-war he episodes and reunion episodes www