The moment I saw the Winter Soldier, apart from the urge to run away, I also felt an inexplicable peace of mind.

This huge city is too unfamiliar to me. I suddenly saw an acquaintance. Even if he came to arrest me, I couldn't control myself from feeling like meeting an old acquaintance in another land.

I bit the tip of my tongue and reminded myself to be vigilant, the Winter Soldier is not that easy to deal with, and the possibility of being beaten and maimed is still very high.

Just when I was about to strike first, the Winter Soldier spoke, his voice was low and hoarse, I guess it was because he rarely spoke.

"The pursuer is coming soon, if you have nowhere to go, just follow!"

After that, he turned around and left, leaving me with a lonely and tall back.

etc!I opened my mouth in surprise, this sentence contains a lot of information!

First of all, he didn't come to catch me. It seems that he took the opportunity to escape like me. Wasn't he hypnotized?Also, how would he know that I have nowhere to go?Unless he's been following me.Why did he follow me? Could it be that after the hypnosis was lifted, he thought of me, a kind person who often helped him heal, and decided to escort me for a ride?

I couldn't understand his thoughts, seeing that he was about to walk out of my sight, I decided to follow.

As for why I'm not worried about him cheating on me, it can only be attributed to a woman's sixth sense. Can I say that he looks like a man who will never beep if he can do it?This roundabout way of cheating was not his style.

……

We stop and go all the way, the basic necessities of life can be kept simple

, escaped several waves of hydra's pursuit, and finally got rid of them until they left the United States.

At this time, I have to be thankful that I chose to follow the Winter Soldier, otherwise I would be arrested in less than three days.

When we arrived in Bucharest, we stopped and decided to stay here for a while.

Bucharest, the capital of Romania, is also called the City of Joy in Romanian.The city lives up to its name, rich and beautiful, with friendly people, but I can't be happier.

I was busy running around before, and didn't pay much attention to outside information. Now that I have settled down, I started to contact my family, but I couldn't get in touch with any of them. Then I realized that I was no longer in the original world!

There are Iron Man, Captain America, Thor... This is the Marvel world!No wonder I used to think that the name Hydra was so familiar, and the Winter Soldier, he is simply a character in the movie!

My heart is full of a hundred thousand shit!Looking at the Winter Soldier for several days in a row was a little bit wrong.

If it was an ordinary person, I might have been stared at by me, but is the Winter Soldier an ordinary person?

Of course not, he is a cool guy who has raised the appearance of the entire Hydra, so he completely ignored my sight, what should he do.

But the longer I spend with him, I realize that my understanding of him may be a bit superficial, and he is not a ruthless person.

Most of the time he is expressionless, showing no emotional ups and downs, but occasionally he seems to be caught in some kind of memory, and there is a hint of melancholy in the emerald eyes.

Whenever this time, he is particularly lovable, especially because he has a small bun face.

Just think about it, he has a tall and straight nine-headed figure, sitting quietly on a low sofa by the wall, with a depressed expression, his thin lips pursed, like a big cat that has been wronged by the world .

So I stopped worrying about the fact that I was reborn into this world (although I think I accepted it too easily), and instead found a topic to chat with the Winter Soldier.

"Did you remember something? The Winter Soldier." I carefully sat next to him.

He still maintained that posture, without looking at me, and whispered:

"Bucky, you can call me Bucky."

"Did you remember your name?" I remembered that I had never introduced myself to him, and my Chinese name was too awkward to say in English, so I might as well give it an English name.

"My name is Margery, Margery White." I blurted out with a slightly confused expression.Why is the name so easy to pronounce?

Bucky was still immersed in his emotions, didn't pay attention to my abnormality, and answered my question just now: "I didn't remember it, it was a... friend who said, he called me Bucky."

My attention was quickly shifted to the word "friend". I think that Bucky is so powerful, his friends should also be named in the movie. It is very strange that I have the impression of a series of Marvel movies. It became very blurry, as if it was seen a long time ago, so it is impossible to guess who his friend is.

"Then why don't you go to your friends?" I have nowhere to go because I have no friends or family in this world, so what about Bucky?Why did he stop in this strange city of Bucharest.

This question seemed to hit Bucky's sore spot. He lowered his head suddenly, pressed his head with both hands, his expression flickering in the shadows.

"...I killed a lot of people..."

I was silent.He is a killer, so I, who treated him so that he could kill more people, am an accomplice.

We tacitly did not continue this topic.

The days after that were very ordinary. He would go out very early during the day and always bring back a small sum of money when he came back, and I would also go to nearby places to find simple jobs to do.

We will go out to buy vegetables together for dinner, and the lively atmosphere of the market relieves our tension when fleeing, and I begin to think that such a day is not too bad.

In life, Bucky is very accommodating to me, and will take care of me silently in some small places.I think before he was controlled by Hydra, there must be someone around him who he subconsciously took care of, otherwise he couldn't do it so properly.

On rare occasions, he would also laugh. Contrary to his usual ruthless image, he smiled like a cheerful and handsome boy, the kind who would fascinate a lot of girls on the street.

I didn't have any feelings for him between men and women. I just thought it would be great if he was my brother. Doesn't that girl want to have a handsome brother who takes care of herself?

This afternoon, I went back to the rental house, and Bucky hadn't come back yet. I sat on the sofa and waited for him to come back to buy vegetables together, and then prepared dinner.

Until night fell and the moonlight crept into the room through the window, I still didn't wait for him.

There was no light in the room, and I sat alone in the dark, starting to panic.

I admit that I depend too much on him, without him, the world is completely foreign to me.

I went looking for him in all the places he might have been, but on the way I heard that a criminal had been arrested, and there was a lot of commotion.

I had a hunch that the so-called criminal was Bucky.

Sure enough, the next day, Bucky reported that the Hydra killer Winter Soldier had assassinated the former king of Wakanda, was arrested in Bucharest, the capital of Romania, and sent to the Berlin Anti-Terrorism Organization in Germany.

I squeezed the newspaper in my hand and decided to go to Berlin. As for how to do it, I can only wait until there to make plans.

Before Bucky took me to escape from the United States to Romania, I also learned to cross the border illegally, but I was not as proficient as Bucky.

By the time I've traveled all the way to Berlin, news of the Winter Soldier's escape from prison with Captain America's help is already spreading.

What can I say?All I can say is, well done!

Well, the biggest question now is where to find him.I think I can't find him on my own. Can I be better than the police in Berlin?

I wandered around Berlin's airport train station and other transportation hubs, and I must pass through these places when I want to leave Berlin.I hope that Bucky can see me as weak, pitiful and helpless, and then take the initiative to come to me.

However, before Bucky came, I waited for a big surprise, or it would be more appropriate to say a big scare.

I was wandering around Berlin Tegel Airport because it was a bit hot and I had a stick of ice cream in my hand.

Suddenly, a young boy ran towards me at high speed in the distance. I was so startled that I almost turned around and ran away.

Just when I was about to move my feet, I paused. Wouldn’t it be more suspicious to run away? Maybe they weren’t looking for me. I regained my composure and licked the sweet ice cream as if nothing had happened.

As he got closer, I could see the boy's appearance. He had long hands and long feet, and he was not very tall. His short brown hair was messed up because he was running too fast. His face was handsome and cute, and his bright eyes were full of eagerness.

What a handsome little brother!I thought out of place.But it's definitely not coming towards me, I'm standing where I am, in such a hurry, I must be chasing someone behind me.

I also looked back, wondering if that person was so lucky to be "chased" by such a handsome young man.

When I turned around, I was slapped in the face. The little brother rushed straight in front of me, picked me up, and hugged my waist tightly with both hands, as if he wanted to rub me into his arms.

I opened my hands helplessly, and the ice cream fell to the ground, but unfortunately no one cares about this now.

He is a little taller than me, and I can only tiptoe when he holds me.I was so stupid that I didn't react, I only heard the soft voice of milk calling softly in my ears over and over again:

"Margaery...Margaery...Margaery..."

The author has something to say: Margaery: What should I do if I am thrown into the arms of a good-looking little brother?Should I hug it back?Waiting online, very urgent.

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