Miss Hydra [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

Crossbones, who came in behind, noticed Ollivander's right hand in his pocket move.

"I thought the Winter Soldier was my job?" Ollivander hurried over to the researcher.

"Of course." Crossbones suddenly realized why she asked this rhetorical question, "...'Assets' have been in charge of you, Miss, in recent years."

Before Crossbones could decide whether to stop him, the black-haired girl quickly grabbed the collar of the white coat, grabbed his body and pulled him back.

The slender girl didn't seem to have much strength, and her movements were not rough—even with a bit of elegance—but the man in the white coat, the chair, and the drill had already left the spot, staggering a few steps.

"Oh!"

A butt squatted and fell to the ground.

The last bit of light spewed out from the drill bit, and it went out with two sizzling sounds.

The rest of the researchers around looked at each other in blank dismay. None of them had a higher level than Professor Ollivander, and they couldn't stop her—the researcher who was kicked away just now was already the highest level among them.

"Slippy hands." The girl looked at the weak researcher and said without sincerity.

The researcher, who was originally full of anger, froze on the ground when he heard her voice.

He obviously knew her. After all, Ollivander traveled between Siberia and New York all the year round. He tried to explain: "It's just a basic check, Miss Ollivander, we didn't..."

Crossbones stepped forward to stop his rebuttal, and said to Ollivander: "The Winter Soldier has been thawed for too long this time, and there are vague signs of recovering some of his memories. We think that a single brainwashing may not be safe."

……

However, he soon realized that he didn't need to worry about Ollivander's personal safety just now, because the Winter Soldier was as quiet as a chicken at the moment.

The researcher blocking the way has been pushed away, and on the experimental platform, the man with his upper body naked and a red star on his metal arm is also exposed.

He's tall - you can see that from the shoes sticking out of the recliner.

He was also handsome—even with the messy brown hair sticking to his face, the dark blue stubble, and his haggard complexion, it was completely impossible to tell that he had slept on and off in the ice for decades before.

His eyes are green—cold, empty, and ferocious like a wolf. The high-intensity brainwashing and orders make him really look like a machine, and it makes people shudder to almost look at it.

He is James Buchanan Barnes.

Once a handsome young man in Brooklyn.

The now infamous Hydra.

……

Ollivander ignored the overturned seat and stood in front of him.

The Winter Soldier turned his head to look at her, his face was expressionless, and he was also very quiet, with a kind of inorganic indifference in his whole body.

Ollivander gazed into those unmoving green eyes too.

Then, he lowered his eyelids, covering the green with his strangely long eyelashes.

"Miss Ollivander." Crossbones walked up, "The Winter Soldier has an important mission this time."

The assistants brought before were all left outside, and the white coats from Siberia were all insiders, so the guards didn't have to worry—the chips in their brains controlled them, like marionettes under the control organization.

Crossbones didn’t hide it—anyway, the loot after the operation is successful also needs to go through Ollivander’s hands—he said the mission content: “Super Soldier Serum.”

The girl's originally calm face was finally replaced by astonishment.

……

"try to member the kind of september..."

There was warm sunlight outside the window, blocked by beige curtains, a blond woman in a powder blue coat, a warm pearl necklace and earrings sat at the piano and sang while playing.

"when grass was green..."

A grizzled Howard Stark emerged from behind her, buttoning his black suit.

"Wake up, my dear, and say goodbye to your father," Maria Stark said in a moment, before continuing her song.

Howard complained something, and a young man with a Christmas hat hanging crookedly on his head climbed up from the sofa next to him, straightened his chest and quarreled with his father, Howard reached out and slapped his furballed Christmas hat off.

A few dull hairs rose from Tony Stark's head.

"We're flying to the Bahamas for vacation"—for work, of course.

This lie was quickly exposed by their rebellious and sensitive sons. The conflict between the genius father and son could not be resolved even by Maria, the mother.

"Your dad misses you so much, say something, Tony, say something, you'll regret it if you don't."

The 21-year-old Tony stubbornly did not apologize.

He didn't say "I love you, Dad, and I know you've tried your best."

It is impossible for him to know at this moment that this is the last time that their family is still together.

……

"Howard Stark, Maria Stark, this couple has five bags of serum, complete."

Crossbones named the mission objective: "The higher ups are very, very important."

"If I remember correctly, Dr. Abraham Erkins, who made the serum, would have died a long time ago." Ollivander quickly grasped the point after being stunned, "And even the last tube of serum was smashed back then. "

Crossbones mumbled, "...otherwise Stark is a genius."

Ollivander exhaled lightly, and glanced around: "Why are these people still here?"

It's about those Siberian white coats who look at each other face to face and don't know what to do with themselves.

"They are the researchers who have been assigned to assist you, miss."

Ollivander said she didn't want to take the blame at all: "A bunch of guys who don't know whether they are repairing weapons or being repaired by weapons?"

The expressions of a group of white coats are all wonderful.

Crossbones raised his eyebrows: "Of course they can't compare to our Miss Vicki."

He said this title with a bit of ridicule, but Ollivander was not as displeased as he was when he faced Professor Allen. He was also a diehard Red Skull loyalist, and there was still some friendship between them.

Ollivander knew that even though Crossbones was still young, he still had to call her "Miss Ollivander", and his status would not be limited to this in the future.

This point can be seen from the fact that he is now in charge of tracking the "weapon" maintenance.

Crossbones gestured to the side, and two soldiers led the Siberian white coats out.

—By the way, he dragged away the one who was lying on the ground before.

……

Ollivander sat next to the Winter Soldier and touched the metal arm with his hand.

The man in the upper body seemed to feel her fingers after a while, and his body moved slightly, and the sheet on the metal arm also made a slight "click" sound.

"How long has it been thawed this time?" Ollivander frowned. "Which idiot was in charge of maintenance during this time? The nervous system connection method is so rough."

□□The external parts are very precise and complicated, but they fall into her pair of peacock blue eyes, as if they have been analyzed by X-ray perspective, and the precise data have been calculated one by one.

"It hasn't been frozen for at least half a year." Crossbones rubbed his nose, still holding his gun for vigilance, "After all, the Soviet is still jumping around, so there are a little too many tasks... But it probably won't be long."

It was about the surviving Soviet government.

After the basic checks, the Winter Soldier was transferred to a sterile room.

Ollivander changed into her experimental equipment, and Crossbones and the others were guarding outside. Her style had always been to work alone, and everyone was surprised by it afterwards.

Of course, Ollivander had no doubt that if the Winter Soldier had any emergencies, they would rush in in the next second.

Through the protective mask and goggles, the girl looked at the Winter Soldier intently. After closing his eyes, he looked like such a quiet man. It was difficult to connect with the black assassination shadow that frightened many people in this era.

The upper arm of the Winter Soldier was originally still there, but after it was replaced by a mechanical arm by the Soviets, the iron arm was connected to the shoulder of the upper arm and the nervous system.

The joint between the metal arm and the shoulder looked very ugly. After Ollivander took over, he did not do any extra modification work, and this ugliness also clearly showed that everyone in this organization did not regard "it" as a Be a normal "he" too.

——Even the wound is so perfunctory.

Ollivander doesn't like to use instruments. She is used to feeling the materials in person and recording data with her brain. An Ollivander will never forget anything, and every step will not go wrong.

For a moment, the entire sterile room was only left with the movement caused by the occasional collision of metal.

The whole process was not short. During the period, the Winter Soldier seemed to be asleep, and there was no movement, and the sound of breathing was so light that there was no sound, but everyone knew that he could not be asleep.

With the last nerve connected, Ollivander began repairing the face of his watch.

The arm under his hand was cold and shiny, and the girl's calloused fingers clasped his palm one by one quietly.

……

With his back to the outside see-through window, the Winter Soldier opened his eyes.

The cold green eyes reflected the serious face of the girl. When she was working, she was always focused on nothing else. Her slightly pursed lips gave her a bit of strength, but the whole person still looked graceful and graceful in the oriental style.

She lowered her eyelashes slightly, only revealing part of her strange peacock blue pupils.

There was this faint color in his mind, so the soldier didn't move, and didn't plan to make a sound.

——Small things called memories are always tormenting him, and the inside of his brain has long been messed up. Questions or actions will bring punishment. No matter how many times he is brainwashed and forgotten, his body has spontaneously formed protection.

Only by keeping silent forever can we avoid a little bit of pain.

Her index finger was on his palm, and the restored complete metal arm was extremely sensitive. The numbness climbed from the palm along the nerves and spread to the cerebral cortex.

——It's amazing that he still has such a thing as a cerebral cortex.

She writes stroke by stroke.

с… л… и… в… а.

слива……

слива.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide.