Old-fashioned light bulbs hang from the ceiling of the basement, and the dim light casts a jagged ghost on the walls. The tall and burly man lay on the dark floor, shirtless and broad-shouldered, with bulging muscles as solid as bread in the oven.

With the metal prosthetic leg of his left hand behind his back and his right hand supporting the ground, he quickly did push-ups with the strength of his arm with one hand. The yellow light shone on his silver-white alloy arm, reflecting a faint flash.

His name is Bucky Barnes, and he is a war hero, a member of the famous "Roaring Commando" of World War II, and the legendary Captain America's private best friend.

He is the Winter Soldier.

Like his best friend, he had been considered by everyone for seventy years to have died heroically, but he didn't. The badly wounded Bucky was captured by their enemies, and Hydra strengthened him, fitting him with a metal prosthetic, and then brainwashing him into Hydra's loyal dog. For seventy years he was a ghost who didn't exist, taking countless innocent lives and removing any obstacles that stood in the way of Hydra, including even his former friends.

Like friends like Howard Stark and his wife, Maria Stark.

Bucky's movements sped up. He bent his elbows, straightened, bent and straightened again...... He repeated the process as fast as a moving machine, and the muscles in his arms were as if they were made of steel, and he didn't feel the slightest tiredness.

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

Every time he closed his eyes, it was as if he could hear cries and screams, and he could see distorted faces begging for mercy in despair. And the end of every dream is that he is expressionless, coldly pulls the trigger, and takes the other party's life with one shot.

He had blood on his hands, and the worse part was that he couldn't even remember the faces and names of all of them.

"Buzz...... Buzz ......"

That's the sound of a phone in vibrate mode bouncing on the desktop. Bucky stood up, walked to the table, picked up his phone and connected the call.

It's his current boss, and only one person will call him on this mobile phone.

"Sir." He said.

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

Beware, there are signs that this mission may clash with S.H.I.E.L.D. ”

"Roger." Bucky replied cleanly.

The phone hangs up. A minute later, detailed information was sent to his encrypted mailbox, and Bucky scanned the briefing at a rapid pace before closing his phone.

He got up and began to count his equipment and pack his bags.

Now he is different. He's still a killer, and his job is still to obliterate enemies and remove obstacles. But unlike before, he now works of his own free will. He knew exactly who he was going to kill, what he had done, and why he had to be addressed.

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

Sergeant Barnes turned off the light, closed the door and exited the room. The basement was plunged into a silent darkness, so quiet that one could hear the murmur from within.

***

A tall, muscular blonde man in a gray short-sleeved tracksuit sped along the shore as if he were flying. Although he looks like he is exercising in the morning, his pace is brisk and vigorous, and even the athletes in the 100-meter sprint can only be ashamed of themselves.

His name is Steve Rogers, Captain America, and he is known as the "Living Legend".

He was a war hero, but he was also a man of his time. He remembers leading his team to try to stop the plot of the leader of Hydra, the Red Skull, who fought on a plane and eventually flew it into the ocean, where it was frozen for sixty-five years before being unearthed and rediscovered.

He now finally accepted the fact that he had slept more than sixty years later, but that still didn't help him integrate into the era easily. The people he knew and the life he knew suddenly disappeared overnight, and when he woke up, the world around him was like a world away.

He was relieved when he was first told that they had won the war, but soon he also thought—

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

However, he was still regarded as a hero, and he learned through the newspapers how enthusiastic the people were about Captain America's return. There's even a museum dedicated to him in the city. He went to see it in casual clothes and brought back a lot of memories.

The museum details Captain America's heroic deeds. From how he heroically stormed into enemy camps alone to rescue captured warriors, and how he formed the famous "Roaring Commando" and led them to bravely fight the Red Skull and Hydra.

And, of course, there is a mention of Bucky, the best friend that Captain America failed to save.

He saw a statue of Bucky in the museum. He was dressed in a military uniform, wearing a military cap, a gun in his hand, and a bullet chain wrapped around his body. I have to say that the statue is quite exquisitely made, and even the resolute expression is carved vividly.

To this day, he still vividly remembers the moment Bucky fell off the train. He shouted his name and fell towards the frozen abyss. The speeding train left him far behind, until even the shouts were swallowed up by the cold wind.

Seventy years later, that moment is still fresh in my memory.

After his morning run, Rogers returned to his apartment. He climbed upstairs and greeted his neighbors in the hallway. He took the key out of his pocket, unlocked the door, and paused the moment he entered.

He frowned slightly.

As the best soldier in the world, he possesses not only the best fighting skills, but also a keen sense of insight and senses, which is enough to help him detect uninvited guests in his house.

He gently closed the door and walked inside with light and silent steps. He suppressed his breathing and heartbeat, raising his guard as he passed every corner where a might be a Tibetan.

But the other party didn't even think about hiding. The uninvited guest sat upright on the couch and stood up respectfully when he noticed him enter.

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

"I remember you." Rogers said, "Phil Coulson? A high-ranking agent of Aegis? ”

Rogers had met Coulson when he had just been unfrozen by S.H.I.E.L.D. He remembered that the agent was a huge fan of Captain America, and he also remembered that the agent was a warm-hearted and nice guy.

"Do you remember me? That's great. Coulson did look quite excited about this, "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. was disbanded?" ”

"On the bright side, yes. But the world still needs us. Coulson shrugged, "And now, we may need your help." ”

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