The old-fashioned light bulbs hang from the ceiling of the basement, and the dim light shone on the walls with rugged ghosts. The tall and burly man lay on the black floor. He was shirtless and his shoulders wide, and his bulging muscles were as solid as a burnt bread.

He carried the metal prosthesis in his left hand behind his back, supported the ground with his right hand, and quickly did push-ups with his one-handed arm strength. The yellow light shone on his silver-white alloy arm, reflecting a dull flash.

His name is Bucky Barnes, a war hero, a member of the famous "Roar Commando" during World War II, and the best friend of the legendary Captain America in private.

He is a Winter Soldier.

Like his best friend, for seventy years he has been considered heroic sacrifice by everyone, but he has not. The seriously injured Bucky was captured by their enemies, and Hydra strengthened him, equipped him with metal prosthetics, and brainwashed him into a loyal dog of Hydra. For seventy years he was like a non-existent ghost, he took countless innocent lives and removed any obstacles that hindered Hydra's development path, including even his former friends.

Like friends like Howard Stark and his wife Maria Stark.

Bucky's movement frequency increased. He bent his elbows, straightened, and straightened again... He repeated this process mechanically and quickly like a machine that was moving on the platform, and the muscles on his arms felt like steel. He could not feel any fatigue.

It's only five in the morning, but he can't sleep at all.

Whenever he closed his eyes, he seemed to hear crying and screaming. He could see twisted faces and beg him for mercy in despair. The ending of each dream was that he had expressionless expressions, pulled the trigger coldly, and took the other person's life with one shot.

His hands were covered in blood, and the worse part was that he couldn't even remember the appearance and names of all of them.

“Buzz…buzz…”

It was the sound of the phone that was adjusted to vibrating mode jumping on the desktop. Baki stood up, walked to the table, picked up his phone and answered the phone.

It is his current boss, and there is only one person who will call his cell phone.

"Sir." He said.

"There is a task left to you." Michael's voice came from the other end, "There is a target that needs to be cleared, and the details will be sent to your mission email in one minute.

Beware, there are signs that this mission may conflict with SHIELD.”

"Received." Bucky answered neatly.

The phone hung up. A minute later, the detailed information was indeed sent into his encrypted email. Bucky quickly scanned the situation and then turned off his cell phone.

He got up and began to count the equipment and pack his luggage.

He is now different. He is still a killer, and his work is still to erase the enemies and remove obstacles. But unlike before, his work now relies on his own free will. He clearly knows who he wants to kill, what he has done, and why it must be solved.

Every time he pulled the trigger, he believed that he had made up for the damage he had once done.

Sergeant Barnes turned off the lights and took the door to exit the room. The basement fell into a quiet darkness, so quiet that people could hear the murmurs from their hearts.

***

The tall and strong blonde man was wearing a gray short-sleeved sportswear and sprinted along the shore like an enclave. Although he looked like he was practicing in the morning, his steps were light and agile, and even the athletes in the 100-meter sprint stage could only feel ashamed of themselves.

His name is Steve Rogers, Captain America, and he was named "Living Legend".

He is a war hero, but he is also a person who does not belong to this era. He remembers leading the team to try to stop the conspiracy of Hydra leader Red Skull. He fought with Red Skull on a plane, and finally rushed into the ocean in the plane. It was frozen for 65 years before being excavated and met the light of day again.

He has finally accepted the reality that he had slept for more than 60 years, but this still cannot help him easily integrate into this era. The familiar life he knows seems to suddenly disappear overnight, and the world around him seems to be a different world when he wakes up.

He felt very relieved when he was told that they had won the war, but soon he thought of it—

——If the war has been won, what else does the world need Captain America to do?

However, people still regard him as a hero. He learned through the news and newspapers how enthusiastic people showed about Captain America's return. A museum with him as the theme was even built in the city. He went to see it in person once in casual clothes, which brought back many memories.

The museum records in detail the various heroic deeds of Captain America, including how he bravely rushed into the enemy alone to rescue the captured soldiers, and how he formed the famous "Roaring Commando" and led them to bravely deal with the Red Skull and Hydra.

Of course, it also mentioned Bucky, the best friend Captain America failed to save.

He saw Bucky's statue in the museum. He was wearing a military uniform, a military cap, a gun in his hand, and a bullet link wrapped around him. It has to be said that the statue was made quite exquisitely, and even his firm expression was carved into lifelike.

To this day, he still clearly remembers the moment when Bucky fell off the train. He shouted his name loudly and fell towards the frozen boundless abyss. The galloping train left his figure far behind until even the shouting was swallowed by the cold wind.

Seventy years have passed, and that moment is still fresh in memory.

After the morning run, Rogers returned to his apartment. He climbed upstairs and asked his neighbors in the corridor. He took out the key from his pocket and opened the door lock, but stopped when he entered.

He frowned slightly.

As the best soldier in the world, what he has is not only the best fighting skills, but also has keen insight and excellent senses, which is enough to help him detect uninvited guests coming into his room.

He gently covered the door and walked into it quietly and quietly. He suppressed his breathing and heartbeat, and became alert when passing through every possible corner of a hidden person.

But the other party had never thought about hiding. The uninvited guest was sitting on the sofa, and when he noticed that he entered the door, he hurriedly stood up respectfully.

"Ah, sorry I came in without permission," the man said, his tone sounding a little nervous, "I am a big fan of you...ah, that's not the reason I'm here. I mean..."

"I remember you," Rogers said, "Phil Colson? Senior Agent of Aegis?"

Rogers had met Coulson when he was just thawed by S.H.E.L.D. He remembered that the agent was a huge fan of Captain America, and he also remembered that the agent was a kind-hearted and kind person.

"Do you remember me? That's great." Colson did seem quite excited about it, "but the senior agent is a thing of the past, and now I'm the director."

Rogers wondered: "I thought S.H.I.E.L.D. has been dissolved?"

"On the surface, yes. But there is still something in the world that needs us." Colson shrugged, "and now, we may need your help."

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