[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter67 Women's Spider Teddy

Bucky had a dream, full of sweat, blood, metal, explosions and gunpowder smoke, he was falling, broken...

Then, a pair of familiar, gentle and firm hands picked up his pieces bit by bit and put them back together.Bucky immediately grabbed these hands and wrapped them tightly in his hands, as if grabbing the last straw.

In the sleep that followed, there was no more blood, danger, and pain than he was used to, and something older and more familiar took its place, something sweet, blue and golden.

The next morning, Bucky wakes up from a refreshingly sweet sleep that's nothing like being forced to sleep frozen into a popsicle—a bed that's too soft to ignore, and he finds his perfectly human arm resting on it. A blond messy head, holding a pair of small, thin hands in metal hands, and a warm and thin body like a stray cat, wrapped tightly in his arms.

Bucky narrowed his eyes in doubt. He remembered that last night, he refused to go upstairs to sleep out of an instinctive reaction, and stayed in Steve's single bedroom with a deadpan face and a stalker.Steve couldn't help but cry and laugh for a while, and tried to persuade "you're not 12 years old" over and over again—then, to his surprise, he met a man who was evenly matched in terms of stubbornness.

Then they took the cushions off the couch—Steve was worried that Bucky wouldn't be able to control the force and ruin the whole couch, and then Bucky showed off his metal arm's exquisite control of throwing bombs with a knife—and then, Like so long ago, they spread the sofa cushions on the floor as Bucky's makeshift bed, and of course, in Steve's single bedroom.

When did he come to bed?Bucky didn't want to let the memories that he couldn't remember for a while toss his shaky brain, and he didn't want to wake up the little man in his arms because he got up, so he had nothing to do but stared at the person on his arm, earnestly look up.

Steve was too thin, too small, too light, he couldn't help thinking, he was curled up like a feather or even a snowflake, through a thin layer of skin and muscles, Bucky felt sharp skeleton outline.His face was buried in the matted blond hair, in the soft feather comforter and Simmons mattress, as if to be swallowed and buried by a fluffy white.

As if buried by white snow and ice...

Bucky knew that he was on a mission, fell into a snow mountain, was picked up by the Soviets and transformed into a Winter Soldier, the strange thing is that the vague memory about the snow mountain did not bring any emotions similar to pain and shock—oh, yes, He protected Steve from the same fate, joyously and willingly.

Bucky vaguely recalled that Steve had been weak and sick since he was a child, asthma, scarlet fever, rheumatic fever, high blood pressure, heart disease... one after another strange terms popped up from his more and more complete memory, and Bucky The base subconsciously knows what these nouns represent——sickness, weakness, emaciation, dizziness...

This tenacious little man has been fighting tirelessly all his life, against diseases, bad guys, and fate... and the injection of serum has given him a strong body that can match his beautiful heart. Give him back everything he had...Steve deserves better, deserves the best...

At this time, the messy golden head slowly lifted up, followed by a smooth forehead, a straight nose, a mouth with a thin upper lip and a full lower lip... His eyes were closed and curved into shallow shadows, heavy eyelashes The wings of a butterfly fluttered up and down... This familiar yet novel look made Bucky hold his breath.

It wasn't him holding his breath to hide where he was when he was on duty as the Winter Soldier, his blood wasn't boiling, his nerves weren't killing intent, his muscles weren't tensing...instead, a strange, comfortable, The feeling of stability was brewing and fermenting in his stomach—he finally remembered that he still had an organ called "stomach".

Bucky's stomach growled for a long time, and Steve opened his eyes in response.

He knew that this old and trendy, familiar and strange city had woken up from a bustling night dream, just as Steve woke up with his arm resting on his pillow, there seemed to be golden sparkles in those blue shining eyes. Shards of sunlight flicker.

This former humanoid arsenal known as the "Winter Soldier" was only wearing a cotton undershirt and underwear, and he didn't bring any of his usual gadgets and small weapons with him.His gray-blue, slightly out-of-focus eyes flitted across Steve's face like he was staring at the world on his shoulders.

"Have breakfast, Bucky?" Steve stretched his waist, and he brushed the messy hair in front of his forehead, completely exposing the smooth and full sculpture-like forehead.

Bucky found himself liking this unfamiliar, lacking in weapons and gunpowder smoke, overly peaceful and modern world, maybe he woke up early in the morning, and found that little Steve curled himself up softly, cuddling tightly against him The arms are closely related.

Pulling back the thick curtains, letting the light London sunlight that seemed to have been filtered many times shine on him, Steve straightened his thin back, and his sharp shoulder blades almost pierced the pale skin—as if there were a pair of angel wings About to be born out of it, to unfold the same...

Just like Bucky saw him for the first time, at that time, little Steve was beaten to death by the trash can in the alley, but he stubbornly got up again and again, his nose was bruised, his face was swollen, and his body was covered in dust, as if Carrying a pair of wings shining with the holy light... He is like a torch that will never go out, even if he is stepped into the mud, Steve will be firm and stubborn to rekindle from the ashes...

"Milk, Bucky?" By the time Bucky was out of his mind, Steve was already carrying a big—well, everything seemed big compared to his size—tray On top are two sandwiches and two glasses of milk.

Although it was in a questioning tone, Steve shoved one of the mugs into Bucky's hand—the human one—before Bucky could answer.

"Also blond, you are much kinder than my former boss, Steve." Bucky said exaggeratedly, his expression almost winking, "But I think you are the one who needs to grow taller?"

"It won't be necessary after the serum effect is restored." In front of Bucky, Captain America showed his naughty "bad spots" side without any pressure-don't forget, he survived in Brooklyn, "Okay Enjoy the moments when you're tall, and do it and cherish it."

Bucky raised his neck, poured a glass of milk straight down his throat like a drunkard pouring wine, and then he beat Steve's stomach, the movements were exaggerated, but the force on the skin was like touching a butterfly.

"At least you are a tiny one now, even a butterfly can push you down." Bucky said brazenly.

He wasn't as pale and thin as he had been when he had just returned to Steve's life, the shadowy dark circles under his eyes had faded, and he wasn't as restless as they had been the second time they met.

Steve smiled and didn't answer. He broke off a small sandwich—lettuce, cucumber, tomato, bacon, and egg, his best ever dish, and watched Bucky swallow it like a raccoon—and lightly He took a sip of milk, then subconsciously licked his lips.

With a "click", the mug in Bucky's hand shattered to the ground.

"I thought, you just need to adjust the control of the metal arm?" Steve pouted his lower lip towards the debris on the floor, and he grabbed Bucky's hand, "Although Bucky who has been enhanced with serum probably won't be affected by porcelain cut a finger, but I think it's still..."

Steve's voice was suddenly cut off, he was stunned and belatedly realized that his fingers were wrapped in Bucky's mouth, bit by bit, licking like ice cream...

Bucky raised his eyes and looked innocently at Steve, who was reincarnated as a popsicle, as if he was doing nothing but normal things.

Steve couldn't remember how the meal, which wasn't clear whether it was breakfast or lunch, ended.

But he remembered that they took a shower, changed their clothes (serum modification made Bucky not afraid of the cold, he only wore a half-sleeved shirt, but wrapped Steve tightly with a coat), and went to visit 221B next door, While trying to help as much as I could, a petite and lovely young girl was standing in the doorway of the living room.

The black short coat is waist-tight, and together with the short skirt, it perfectly complements the slender and soft waist.The girl's legs were wrapped in boots, and the lines of her legs were modified gracefully and smoothly.She was holding the door frame weakly with one hand, her face was flushed, even her round nose and shell-like ears were no exception, making people feel two completely different thoughts of "touching her" and "bullying her" at the same time. Contradictory and impulsive.

Facing this feminine and charming girl, Bucky whistled violently.

Well, this girl with slightly curly gray-blonde hair, a long red scarf, a short black coat and boots, raised her round face that was as red as a scarf, and lowered her face The voice whispered and asked, "Uh...Captain Weak Chicken...and the Summer Soldier?"