Daily demolition of the store [Comprehensive British and American]

With the billowing smoke generated by the burning of aircraft parts, Tony held up the falling cabin in a thrilling manner. The Winter Soldier hiding in half of the cabin grabbed Tony's arm, and the two hands clasped together.

After escaping from the theater, the Winter Soldier traveled to many places.

Bucky dragged an old lady who was almost hit by a truck in a chaotic way on the streets of London. Relying on the help of the former, he had a temporary place to stay in London.

Although it's just an attic, although he still can't remember who he is or his past, at least he knows where he is. Every morning he looks up and sees the small bed in the attic. When it’s sunny, open this small window, and the small market downstairs is full of people. The old grandmother’s flower stalls are rich in color, and all kinds of flowers wholesaled from the nearby wholesale market in the morning are placed in bottles. The Winter Soldier Looking down from the attic, his modified vision can almost catch the dewdrops glistening on the petals.

After ten o'clock, Bucky will go to the corner of the street to help carry the goods. You only need to wear long sleeves and gloves, and be careful not to expose the mechanical arms. '.

After moving things, he would go to the corner of the street to buy some black pudding. This fruit itself is rich in juice, sour and sweet, and it also has the effect of improving memory.

Wash and eat Hei Blin, and he will lie on the bed in the attic for the rest of the time—and on those nights when everyone is off work, Bucky will mostly choose to sit by the bed in a daze.

At this time, the small window of the attic can only reveal a small piece of night sky, which is always so limited, and only one star can be seen, as if it is framed on the canvas, without any flow at all.

What kind of person would lose his memory like his?

It's hard for Bucky to draw any conclusions.He knew someone was looking for him, and those who assigned him to have blood on their hands never gave up on their pursuit.

With his unusual robotic arm, the occasional splitting headache caused by reminiscing about the past, and the quick way to reach out when encountering trivial matters in life, Bucky thinks that he must be a useful weapon for that terrible organization.

When he felt a sneaky figure passing by the corner of the street in the midst of a moving job, he knew that it was time for him to leave.

Being tracked endlessly means that he cannot stay in one place for a long time.

He had only just gotten acquainted with a place, and when he fell in love with the people and things here, he had to leave hastily in order to protect the peace of this place.

After getting rid of the stalker every time, Bucky has no specific plan for where he will go next.

He walked down to the attic without his belongings, and the kind old lady was warming milk before going to bed in the kitchen.

Bucky couldn't see a day when his evasion and wandering would end.That kind of thing itself cannot be controlled by himself.

Perhaps at this moment he was still standing indoors, feeling the breath of life, and at the next moment he lost all his memory and appeared on the battlefield where the flames of war were raging.

Bucky silently left the brief letter he wrote on the coffee table in the living room.

He must have not written anything with both hands for a long time. When the wooden pencil was held in his hand, it seemed to be sharper and more terrifying than the highest-tech hidden weapon. When he wrote, he used too much force, and the characters he wrote were not that good beautiful.

Older people can never tell the exact moment of farewell.

It is likely that when he found himself, or was still on the way, the old man would have left.

This is destined to be a farewell that will never be seen again.

So the Winter Soldier chose - to leave silently.

Thank you for your generous help during this time, when you read this letter, believe that I am already on the way... I wish you a happy life.

Bucky still wants to go back to America.

Where he came from, and where he should find himself.

After several fights with the people who were chasing and killing him, he already had a basic understanding of those people.That group of people is powerful, and they don't care about the possible damage to ordinary people.

Sometimes, Bucky felt that the possibility of him escaping to the United States was very slim, because the group of people also sensed his intentions, and they checked the airport, and a certain amount of manpower was arranged in ordinary civilian airliners.If Bucky took any of these flights, it would bring death to the passengers on the plane.

The chances of getting away with it and crashing are mixed.

Bucky would think of the landlady who didn't know anything about it. That was the first kindness in her blank memory. Maybe there were many people with the same kindness on the plane. He couldn't take such a risk.

When Hydra's encirclement gradually narrowed to the limit and he was about to reveal his whereabouts, the private plane confiscated by the government entered Bucky's field of vision and became his last chance.

Bucky didn't have any difficulty evading the agents who inspected the cabin. He hid in the narrow luggage area, not intending to disturb the passengers on the plane.

After the plane took off, he found that the passenger on the plane was the person who prevented him from assassinating the target in the theater that night. The golden-red armor left a deep memory for the Winter Soldier.

Just like he used the Internet to search Captain America, he also learned that this man is Iron Man.

Without this person, he would not have escaped the cycle of controlled killings and continued to do more horrible things.

The Winter Soldier saw the girl walking with Tony, she smiled at him so happily and was so gentle...

——So many deep memories have been artificially erased. Bucky recently remembered a person smiling at him, but he couldn't remember why that person smiled, and he didn't remember what that person looked like.

The tranced Winter Soldier barely resisted as Iron Man pulled him out of the cabin.

Bucky looked like a drowned comatose. He saw the fighter jets above strafing densely like a net, and the concentrated aircraft fragments continued to be shattered, like burning snowflakes, falling into the deep sea one after another.

Why take him with you?

Bucky narrowed his eyes, faintly dizzy and subconsciously resisting.

At this moment, Tony no longer dodged the attack falling from the sky, he hovered in the air and looked up at the sky.

The offensive of the fighter jets is still going on, a transparent and shallow protection is slowly unfolding between them and the plane, the light hits the invisible light film, blurs away, brings out sparkling ripples, and also outlines the It looks like this layer of defense.

This is simply impossible.

Those terrible voices are far away, and everything is more peaceful than ever.

The girl in the skirt floated slowly from a distance, and Bucky felt that he should have seen this woman somewhere, she was not the one who smiled at him, but she should have done something else to make him faint A sense of calm rose.

"Long time no see, Bucky." Novia waved to the Winter Soldier, who fell into a peaceful sleep.

Tony pushed the Winter Soldier who was holding him a little depressed. He felt that this guy was a big burden.

"When did you meet him?" Why is everyone familiar with Novia?

"He belongs to Captain America." Novia answered Tony's question seriously: "I belong to you."

well.

Tony found himself unable to continue the questioning.

Novia has already figured out how to quickly block his doubts, and he can clearly perceive the perfunctory, but Tony is subtly satisfied.

Tony snorted—Iron Man's first priority was to execute the mission.

"This plane is worth tens of millions of pounds, and I am sure that it is absolutely impossible for wizards to repair it after being dismantled like this, so it is best to find another aircraft to go back."

The two of them tacitly bypassed the 'ordinary' fighter plane, and Novia and Tony had the option of teleporting directly to New York, and with the same goal, they set their sights on the white cloud farther away—there There's a carrier that seems like a good fit for their high-profile return.

Tony raised his hand, aiming the palm cannon at the fighter that was still adjusting the angle, trying to hit them.

The barrier set up by Novia was one-way, and Tony's artillery fire hit the two wings of the fighter jet respectively.History is always surprisingly similar, and now it is the turn of the pilot of this plane to escape in an emergency-his seat was ejected and separated from the smoking and falling plane.

Neither Novia nor Tony acted immediately.

They watched as a parachute flower rose from the pilot's seat, with the Hydra logo prominently displayed.

"So Hydra expropriated most of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s stuff, but they didn't forget to use their own parachutes?" Novia teased, but she didn't like the truth behind it.

To this day, Hydra has not been completely separated from S.H.I.E.L.D. They are still lurking in the dark. From behind a special parachute, it can at least show that they have their own sources of funds and have opened at least one independent military/industrial assembly line , independently trained agents...

As soon as Novia finished speaking, a ray fell from the aircraft carrier in the distance, piercing through the pilot's parachute, and the agent who failed to perform the mission fell down before he could scream.

Novia snorted.

Tony silently withdrew the hand that wanted to cover Novia's eyes—her calm expression silently explained that she had seen this kind of scene many times, and the two could stand together.

"Hydra has always had a tradition of dealing with losers."

"But they always forget that they end in failure every time." Novia floated over, carefully avoiding the direction of the four jets, and took Tony's hand as if on flat ground.

There is nothing to worry about, Novia will help them build up the fear of being dominated by imitators.