Miss Hydra [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

"I'm hungry, Dude."

Bucky paused for flipping the sausage roll.

The cold noodle deacon called "Ah Mu" responded respectfully: "What do you want to eat, Miss?"

The girl thought for a while and replied: "... I want to eat the cookies you made before."

Steve & everyone around: How can this person make such soft and cute food as cookies? ? ? ?

The black-clothed deacon's stiff face also seemed to be a bit helpless: "...I'm sorry, I don't know how to make cookies, miss."

After a pause, he added: "...and I've never done it before."

The black-haired girl who got the answer blinked a little hesitantly, like "my deacon can't, and has never made cookies", which bothered her very much.

Steve took the sausage roll from Bucky, didn't even look at it and took a bite, it was pie...

Well, well, he just thought Bucky got it wrong.

Steve ate and ate, and couldn't help but glance over there again—for some reason, he always felt that the girl's eyes were a little weird.

The conversation over there continues:

"Miss, what else do you want to eat?"

"I'm a bit craving sweet and sour fruit... Black Brin?"

The deacon looked around in embarrassment: "This month... the mature storage period of Hei Bulin is about to pass. After I go back, I will write to the farm to ask about the situation. If there are any, send some over?"

"..."

The girl fell silent.

Her eyelashes were closed again, and her bloodless lips were slightly pursed, as if she was lost in thought.

The deacon in black didn't continue to ask questions, and just pushed the wheelchair gently on the square, leaving enough time for the little master in the wheelchair to be lost in thought.

People's attention quickly dispersed, and the man who was surrounded by a circle of people listening to his gossip disappeared. The children continued to run around, and only Steve was still sighing with Bucky:

"You're right, Bucky, if only my drawing board were here. I kind of want to bring out the color of that girl's eyes—that's a rare shade, and it's perfect for a sky with a glow."

"Maybe a little snow blue, add a little bit of pine green, and finally mix a little moon white?"

"Hmm...it seems feasible, I really want to try..."

Bucky didn't interrupt in the middle. When Steve was thinking hard and immersed in the fantasy painting, he recalled very seriously:

——In the fruit forest of my grandparents’ house, there seem to be several plum trees?

……

Brooklyn is a melting pot.

Different races, black skin, white skin, yellow skin, different ethnicities, Irish, Jewish, German... come and go.

The majestic Brooklyn Bridge connects Brooklyn and Manhattan Island. Bucky and Steve finished their food and lay down for a while, planning to take the tram back.

The pair of masters and servants disappeared when none of them noticed, the sound of the trams on the street mixed with the cries of hawking, Steve was panting for breath when he ran, so they ran halfway and couldn't help it. Do not walk slowly.

——I missed the tram as a result.

The golden-haired boy was so frustrated that his golden eyebrows almost drooped into a character "eight".

The brown-haired boy next to him comforted him: "Come on, let's walk slowly first, it's not too far anyway, we can take a peek when we pass by the Pratt Institute of Art - isn't that where you most want to go in the future? Are you going to college?"

Steve blinked a little excitedly, agreeing with Bucky.

But this plan was quickly interrupted by a little "little accident".

"Hey, Brit, hand over your valuables!"

A tall white man who looked like he was of Irish origin roared viciously in an alley.

He held a shiny knife in his hand.

Bucky frowned—even Brooklyn, the biggest hodgepodge, didn't welcome this group of Irishmen, because they were immoral, rude, stupid, and had nothing but physical strength.

"what are you doing!"

Before Bucky was about to call the patrol, Steve next to him suddenly yelled.

It wasn't very sensible - the Irishman in his 30s and [-]s looked much stronger than either of them.

It’s true that Steve has always been stubborn and righteous, but he’s not usually so impulsive—well, this sentence is not convincing, and it’s not just that he single-handedly rushed forward to “duel” with the punks. Once or twice—but Steve, in general, is pretty smart.

"Don't fucking meddle in your own business, little bitch!"

The Irishman turned around impatiently and waved the knife in his hand at them.

And at this moment, Bucky immediately understood why Steve was impulsive:

Because of the angle before, Bucky didn't see who the person threatened by the big Irishman was, but now he turned around, revealing a corner of an off-white lace dress, a small shoe tip under the skirt, and a half of metal Wheels - The wheels of the wheelchair.

It was the girl they had met in the square before.

……

A ten-year-old girl is still in a wheelchair.

She is really weak no matter how you look at it. Compared with that naughty sister in his family, she is a weak and pitiful little girl.

What if something went wrong before they called the patrol.

"We've already called the police." That's strange.

Bucky spoke calmly.

"You'd better let that girl go."

The girl in the wheelchair seemed to move a little uneasy.

damn it.Bucky thought.What about her deacon?Just leave the master outside alone?

Person in charge? ? ?

Steve glared at the mugger with his blue eyes, which had been plagued by illness and often had dark circles - but it didn't really work, and with his Bambi-like build, his expression was still a deer, no matter how fierce.

"Huh? Acting bravely? Heroes save the beauty?"

The tall Irishman compared his knife to them and bared his teeth threateningly:

"Before the patrolman comes, boy. I can give you two cheeks first."

Then he hummed a few times proudly, then turned around and pointed the knife at the little girl.

Then Steve rushed up and directly hugged the hand of the Irishman holding the knife.

The man let out an irritable "tsk", and began to slam the golden-haired boy hanging on his arm against the wall.

"Oh!"

Not a small sound.

Steve's back was in close contact with the wall, almost making a "crack" bone dislocation sound.

The golden-haired boy felt his back was about to split open, and small stars appeared before his eyes, bulingbuling.

Bucky, who rushed over quickly, kicked the man in the stomach—Bucky was much stronger and stronger than Steve. The Irishman didn't notice it for a while, and let out a howl of pain.

The arm that was originally holding Steve was also released, and the golden-haired boy twisted and escaped from the restraint—although he was small, he was very flexible.

The black-haired girl in the wheelchair listened to the movement with an expression on her face, and seemed to gently press her hands on her waist.

One street away, the black-clothed deacon who was running towards here with a pack of oil paper stiffened his cheeks, covered his left face with one hand, and stopped abruptly on the spot, being caught by the surrounding pedestrians as if Look at it like a weirdo.

……

The Irishman's eyes became vicious after recovering from the pain.

He spat fiercely to the side, and the wind of the fist hit Steve very quickly—although it was Bucky who hurt him, this person also knows the truth of "picking the soft persimmon at the critical moment".

"Steve!"

Just when Bucky couldn't stop it and saw that the fist wind was about to hit the golden-haired boy's nose, the owner of the fist suddenly staggered and pounced, "piaji" fell face to the loess and back to the sky. The knife in his hand turned and stabbed into his own wrist.

"... Aww!!!!!!"

What happened? ? ?

The two teenagers subconsciously looked at the Irishman's legs, and at a glance they saw a thin warm brown riding whip tightly wrapped around his ankles, and the other end of the exquisite riding whip was being held by a pair of pale hands , the body of the whip stretched straight, like a steel wire.

Steve: "..."

Bucky: "..."

For some reason, there was something in the air called "embarrassment".

The owner of the horse whip fixed the wheelchair with one hand to prevent it from moving forward, and with the other hand pulled it again, pulling the Irishman who was about to struggle up to the ground again with a "slap".

——No one knows how this pale girl exerted so much strength.

Her eyelashes trembled, and her small face under the curly black hair showed a little shyness that she didn't usually communicate with people: "Thank you so much."

Weak Chicken Steve: "...No, you're welcome."

Bucky: "...we didn't do anything."

The robber, who was almost poked off by a knife, groaned on the ground. The second fall knocked out half of his front teeth, and his nosebleeds mixed with broken teeth fell to the ground, miserable.

— but no one wants to talk to him now.

Until the patrolman really came over and carried him away with a strange look on his face.

……

Both Steve and Bucky's eyes stayed on the whip that the girl put away and put on her lap.

The girl didn't seem to notice, she first "looked" in Steve's direction: "Steve...is that right? Is your back okay?"

Steve's face turned red, he waved his hands frantically, and stammered: "...It's okay, it's okay...it doesn't hurt very much!"

——God knows, this is the first time that shy baby Steve Sick Rogers has such a face-to-face conversation with a girl.

— This is also the first time he was called "Steve" instead of "Rodgers" by a girl.

As a result, the movement was too big and the wound was pulled: "...hiss."

"Let my family doctor take a look at the injury for you."

For Steve, the girl's attitude was surprisingly friendly, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that she admired this boy who was a bit too upright.

Bucky, who was completely ignored by the two people, had no idea who he should be jealous of.

Fortunately, the girl didn't ignore him - as long as she didn't compare her attitude towards Steve - she introduced herself to them:

"I'm Victoria Ollivander. I just moved to Brooklyn. My house is nearby, so it's very convenient."

She smiled harmlessly, with the horsewhip on her knee, the contrast was actually a bit... intense.

"...you can call me Vicky."

Steve's face turned even redder, hesitating and hawing, not knowing what to say.

Bucky knew very well that he had this virtue when facing girls. Even Bucky's only friend and best brother, Bucky's own sister, Steve didn't dare to communicate with him.

"His full name is Steve Rogers, and my name is James Barnes, just call us by our first names, girl."

Steve struggled for a long time before choking out a sentence: "Your short nicknames are actually quite similar, V... Vicky, and Bucky."

……

Vicky and Bucky both froze for a moment.

The girl wrinkled her nose cutely in the direction of the brown-haired boy: "What a coincidence, Bucky."

"Would you mind pushing the wheelchair for me? Just push it on the main road. My deacon may be looking for me-I can't see the way."

"Okay... what?"

Steve and Bucky froze.

At first, they thought that the girl had some problems with her legs, but they didn't expect her eyes to be blind.

——Before, when they were silent, she also "looked" very accurately in the direction of the two of them, and accurately threw out the horsewhip, binding the feet of the big Irish man.

—and she was doing nothing that a blind man could easily do.

Vicky was still waiting for their reply, and his eyes, which were always half-closed lazily before, opened slightly wide, revealing a complete wave of Walden Pond.

As Steve racked his brains to describe before:

——That tone is really rare, it is very suitable for painting the sky with sunrays.

—Maybe a little snow blue, add a little bit of pine green, and finally mix a little moon white?

No no no, maybe more than that.

Maybe you need to mix a little more warm lake blue, lovely Christmas blue, add a few stars of amethyst purple, and pour a little sweet lactose white...to change to such a pair that can't see the world, but can include the scenery. s eyes.

Unexpectedly, Bucky subconsciously asked, "Is...have you not been able to see?"

Steve tugged at the hem of his clothes and shouted in a low voice, "Bucky!"

Vicky smiled at Steve, and then "looked" in Bucky's direction, with no sense of loss or offense on his face: "Yes."

"There is a saying in my hometown that everyone's eyes go straight to the soul, and the soul that has made a mistake has to atone for its sins, and it also takes away the vision."

She opened her empty eyes and smiled:

"Maybe it also went to atone for it."

The author has something to say: Bucky's Little Diary NO.1:

There's a little forgiveness in my head.

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Swallowing glass shards and giving love at the same time!