Miss Hydra [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

"...Maybe, you will go back with me."

Bucky was slightly stunned, his expression became serious, and he listened carefully to what she said afterwards.

Ollivander lifted the golden time-turner in front of the two, and the hourglass and stars changed even faster.

"Professor X and Magneto once said they knew me..."

The girl's lips were pale, and her eyes were slightly red, but her thoughts turned quickly.

"Maybe now is the intersection point when I break away from this time period and go back to the past. After this moment, you and I are still there, but we will all experience the time between the past and the present."

"I'm not sure what's going to happen in my case, or how much you'll remember from now."

"The only principle of time conversion is that time cannot be changed, everything is established."

"Now……"

The girl's voice lowered slowly, and the time converter in her hand began to rotate in the opposite direction, and the speed became faster and faster, gradually forming a blurred light and shadow in her hand.

The emerald mixed with blood became brighter and brighter.

Bucky felt that he was flying backwards very quickly, the girl he was holding was getting lighter and lighter, and the fire in her heart opened its teeth and claws as if it was about to break through the restraint.

Various vague cloud shapes flashed before his eyes, something pounded in his ear, and he couldn't hear his own voice.

Ollivander seemed to speak and write something.

But he didn't hear it.

……

"Ding... Ding Dong... Dang..."

The wind blew through the small bell hanging on the window sill.

The morning sun is mixed with moist water vapor, and the air seems to be filled with a faint fragrance of jasmine.

The white jasmine outside the window is still stained with the morning dew, and the delicate petals are covered with a thin layer of water mist. The small half of the branch pokes in from the window, burrowing into the house unwilling to be lonely.

The dark chestnut-haired boy suddenly opened his eyes from under the quilt, his forehead was slightly sweaty, and there was still panic in the emerald green eyes that hadn't faded away.

"what time is it……"

The little boy blinked blankly, and the fear faded from his pupils. He tried hard and struggled to think back, but he still couldn't remember what dream he had, so he gave up in frustration.

"Okay, okay." He muttered, his cheeks slightly puckered, "Dreams are always reversed."

"Bucky! Bucky!"

A clear call came faintly from outside the window.

Bucky's sluggish mind turned around, and when he realized it, he pulled to the window on the second floor and looked down:

First of all, there is a golden head, and then there is a weak chicken body that looks like it can be blown away by the wind. The half-worn beige shirt is tucked into the khaki overalls, neatly.

——His best friend, Steve Rogers, was struggling to raise his head, with a small happy smile on his small face.

Steve yelled, "Are you up yet?"

Bucky suspects that he will take a breath after shouting this sentence.

And then Steve was like, "...hoo, hoo."

Bucky: "..."

Bucky patted the hair on his head that was raised from sleep, and shouted downstairs: "Come on, Steve! I'm still in my pajamas! You know where the keys are!"

The golden-haired boy answered slowly, looked around, and then dug out the key in a very hidden place familiarly, and entered Barnes' house.

Bucky shook his still confused head - he didn't know why he was so unconscious, and he didn't know why he couldn't remember what happened the other day.

He slowly found a shirt and trousers from the closet, and found an open leather box scattered beside the closet, with a pile of clothes piled inside.

—When did he drop the box here?Why didn't it sort it out?

Can not remember.

……

There was the sound of slow footsteps step by step outside the door.

Panting, the golden-haired Steve knocked on the door, pushed it open, and walked in. He was so tired that he was sweating on his forehead after just walking up the stairs, and his surprisingly long eyelashes were soaked in sweat.

—looks like a little girl.

"Hey buddy, how are you doing?"

Bucky winked at him and pulled his pajamas up.

——The 13-year-old boy already has the embryonic form of abdominal muscles. Compared with the short Steve standing in front of him, he looks like a strong little pony.

Steve blinked enviously, sweat dripping from his eyelashes, which he wiped with his sleeve.

"That's it."

He was a little down, but picked himself up quickly.

"Today is Saturday, and the weather outside is great! We have an appointment to go to Brooklyn Square."

Bucky put on his shirt, blinked his eyes in a daze, "... oh, yeah."

Steve sat on the side and waited for him to change his clothes, and he was also taken aback when he heard this: "Bucky, are you still awake?"

"Maybe……"

The boy with dark brown chestnut hair also wrinkled his nose, put on a pair of white cotton socks for himself, and stepped into his boots.

But Bucky quickly laughed as if remembering something, with a very happy smile: "My parents seem to have gone out, and my sister should have gone to play with friends, we can play all day today!"

Even the little dimple in the middle of his jaw is happy.

Steve laughed too, showing his dazzlingly white teeth: "That's great!"

……

Brooklyn Square ushered in the best weather in recent memory.

Even if we carefully select dozens of days before and after, we can’t find a better weather than today:

The clouds are dense and soft, and the sky seems to have been washed by the clearest water many times. The layers of cloud flakes make the whole blue sky look special and high.

The surrounding small vendors are selling Coca-Cola soda in many glass bottles, various snacks such as fresh pears and fried pork sausages, Camel and LuckyStrike cigarettes...

The scent of vanilla ice cream and licorice candies wafts far away on the breeze.

Passing by an old woman's stand selling handmade sausage rolls and baked pies, Bucky took out banknotes from his full wallet and bought a big bag.

They sat down on the lawn of the square, and Bucky and Steve ate slowly, one by one, one by one.

A child ran over holding paper airplanes and lollipops, laughing all over the place.

Bucky took a big bite of the sausage roll and patted Steve on the shoulder: "It would be great if you brought your sketch pad! Today's scenery is awesome."

Steve quickly put the pie in his mouth tightly, for fear that Bucky would slap him again, and the stuff in his mouth would be sprayed out.

"It's thin and deep (it's pretty good)."

He chewed and said, and then couldn't help coughing a few times, and still sprayed out a little bit of the pie.

Bucky made a grimace, and moved aside pretending to be disgusted.

Steve thought, it's a pity that he didn't bring a drawing board.

……

"Mommy mommy……"

A muffled milk voice came from beside him.

Steve wiped his mouth, blinked his eyes, and turned his head to see a fleshy blond boy.

While licking the candy stick, he tugged at the skirt of his mother beside him.

"That sister, why are you so lazy..."

He stared at the fountain not far away with his eyes wide open, his mouth also opened slightly, and the saliva was hanging on the candy stick, sticky.

"Why doesn't she walk by herself?"

Steve took another bite of the pie and looked in the direction the little boy was pointing.

Just when he turned his head, the child's mother also saw over there, squatted down and gently covered the child's mouth: "Shh... that sister is not lazy, she can't walk by herself, don't talk to her Say, she'll be sad."

Even Bucky turned his head away now.

At this time, the fountain in the square just spewed out, and the splashing water mist flew back and forth along the wind, making many children giggle.

The water mist under the sun blurred the entire square, and rainbows created by the sun and water vapor hung everywhere, and the pale mixed-race girl under the sun seemed to be born from the colorful mist.

The girl has curly black hair, and the bright sun and mist covered her head with a layer of mist. Her expression was very light, and her thick eyelashes were half closed, as if she was staring at her knees, revealing a little peacock blue. eye pupil.

Her whole body seemed to melt in the sunshine, like a beautiful British dream.

But the delicate wheelchair beneath her became part of breaking that illusion.

Bucky sat on the grass, blinked slowly, and blinked again.

……

"Pity……"

All the people watching this scene had this thought in their minds.

Pushing the wheelchair behind the black-haired girl was a deacon in black. The man's expression was serious and stiff—in an area like Brooklyn, it was really out of place for such a deacon to appear.

"That looks like an English girl," said someone nearby.

A well-informed man showed off to the circle of people around him mysteriously and complacently:

"Let me tell you, there is a house in the high-end residential area that has been vacant for a long time. It has not been sold because the price is too high. It was suddenly bought a few days ago. The person who bought it was a black man who looked like a butler. Clothed man, according to my cousin who works in that area, she just heard the sound of a wheelchair turning in that house two days ago!"

Bucky usually has no interest in this kind of gossip.

But today, after listening to this ear, he suddenly listened to it.

Steve next to him probably felt that it was not good to look at a girl like this, and he himself was extremely shy, so he turned his head a little embarrassed, and pretended to take something from the bag in Bucky's hand again eat.

Steve tugged at the bag in his hand, Bucky came back to his senses, and said vaguely, "Hmm...don't talk about me, I saw it."

Steve: "...Huh?"

……

The girl over there seemed to have sensed it, and turned her head slightly.

Some of the water mist from the fountain fell on her cheeks and hair. At this angle, the sunlight just collided with the water vapor on her eyelashes, creating a fine rainbow color.

It was like a small paintbrush was drawn at the end of her eyes.

The half-closed eyelashes trembled, and slowly lifted up, revealing the girl's complete peacock blue pupils.

——In her eyes there is the water of Walden Pond when the wind is calm and the clouds are calm.

Bucky, who didn't have time to look back, met her gaze unexpectedly.

A flash of embarrassment flashed in the emerald green eyes, and Bucky felt that his ears were burning red-it was terrible, when did he become so calm towards girls?

——It’s not the baby Steve who doesn’t even dare to hold a girl’s hand.

Just when Bucky wanted to pretend that nothing had happened and just looked away accidentally, the girl turned her head back calmly—as if she just glanced in this direction very casually.

The boy with brown chestnut hair felt strange.

He chalked up the odd mood to Steve forgetting his drawing board.

No problem.

……

The deacon pushed the exquisite wheelchair, avoiding the surrounding mist.

His expression was very stiff, as if he was never used to laughing, and his every move was as rigid as walking out of a textbook.

Steve swears he's heard someone say "Are British housekeepers this strict and scary?"

He felt that not all British butlers were like this, but this one was indeed a bit scary.

Thinking about it this way, he couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic towards that wheelchair girl.

——How boring it would be to be taken care of by such a person.

But then I thought about it, alas, he, a poor boy and a sick child, what is there to sympathize with others?

Thinking about it this way, even the pie in his hand was a bit unpalatable.

"Don't you want the pie? Would you like some sausage rolls instead? I think this tastes good, um, it's pretty good."

Bucky has nothing to say.

Steve groaned.

While flipping through the sausage rolls, a childish, but unique and pleasant voice suddenly came from the direction of the wheelchair being pushed past.

"I'm hungry, Dude."

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