It was a strange tactile sensation.

Without the temperature or friction of a skin-to-skin object, but it is real, and Bucky can even control the flexion and extension of each finger.

He looked at the metal arm that was connected to the shoulder, close to the collarbone, and was covered in bright silver but with a slight blue-gray gloss, and curiously and excitedly flipped his wrists and joints from side to side, and looked carefully.

The surface of the metal arm is several pieces of armor-shaped shell made of the whole body, and the lines have both a muscle-like arc and a mechanical coldness.

The fingers are tightly riveted, and all the joints are covered with delicate fish scale shapes, and the whole is full of the power and beauty of mechanical creation.

"It is still difficult to build Edelman metal on detailed and complex components, cold weapons with simple forms are the easiest, and the mechanical skills of this arm are still relatively simple, and there is no special ability, and there is a chance to upgrade it in the future."

James looked at Bucky with a relaxed face as he obsessively stroked Edelman's metal arm with his right hand, in addition to the outer arm shell and main structure, more complex parts inside were made of vibranium, which was easier to shape.

As a mechanical prosthetic that is basically designed to meet the normal movement and use of the arm, it is already considered to be the most cutting-edge creation in the field of technology today.

"Dr. Zola will give you a careful check of the efficiency of the nerve link, and will also tell you the precautions for use, this arm was completed by many mechanical engineering experts led by him, but it opened up a new situation of mechanical prosthetics."

It took a long time for Bucky to take his attention off his new arm and said to James, "Thank you... Mr. Howlett, I ......"

James waved his hand, signaling that Bucky hadn't finished his words.

"You shouted Steve's name 113 times, according to paramedics and researchers, and several times the names of ladies such as Celine, Yuliana, Betty, etc., according to the paramedics and researchers."

James hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, shook a piece of paper in his hand, and looked at it seriously, Bucky, who was still sitting on the bed, suddenly blushed, and covered his face helplessly, cold on one side and warm on the other.

"I don't know these ladies, so I can't help you, but Steve should be quick-"

Burst!

Asa dodged left, and Steve Rogers next to him, dressed in the usual training uniform of the U.S. Army, with blonde hair and blue eyes, stepped forward with a grin, and hammered Bucky's metal arm.

"Thank you, teacher, Bucky didn't expect to be able to renew his broken arm."

Steve earnestly thanked James for taking care of him and his mother since he was a child, nurturing and sheltering him, and even his best brother for receiving such great help here.

"It's nothing, Barnes and I were talking about you, and he shouted-"

"Mr. Howlett! I really don't know how to thank you! You've taught me amazing crafts, and... And this arm..."

Bucky hurriedly interrupted James' words, ignoring Steve's suspicious look and diverting the topic.

Asa Zuo was amazed, and the sharp and hard tail tip clanked on Edelman's metal arm, and said with a smile: "This thing is not easy to make, Daddy, this is much more difficult than Steve's shield and my short knife." ”

Bucky realized the meaning of the unfamiliar word Erdman metal, and Steve's shield material made the entire Strategic Science Corps covetous, and tried to use it for research many times, but it was always blocked.

Whether it is any gun, or Hydra's energy weapon, it will not allow the shield to cause even the slightest scratch, and it has a super unloading force and shock absorption effect, relying on this shield, Steve pushes all the way on the battlefield, as if he is in a no-man's land.

Bucky didn't know what to say now, where was the material and technology of such a precious anomaly that he was qualified to have.

"Barnes has done me a favor, these wolf pack kids have been a little too closed off for years, if it weren't for him, these little wolf cubs wouldn't have realized the meaning of the trial so quickly, okay, you two talk."

James said a few words lightly, got up and wanted to leave, but Steve was a little exaggerated and came up.

"Deceived Kangxi"

"Teacher... Well, are you thirsty, do you want to drink some tea, have a cup of tea and go! ”

Steve Rogers looked at James with an embarrassed face, but then looked at James expectantly, and Bucky tilted his head strangely to look at the hair, not knowing what the inexplicable greeting meant.

Asa Zuo on the side raised a puff of black smoke and teleported to James's chair, looking at Steve and Bucky with a playful expression.

"It's okay, you can have a cup of tea and then go."

James pondered for a moment, chuckled and nodded, and when Steve heard this, he couldn't care about being happy, and quickly turned around and sent Bucky out of bed.

It just so happens that this underground space used as a laboratory has some things to do with Dr. Erskine's daily break to drink black tea.

"Hurry up Bucky! There's a teapot there, I'll take a look, well, there's just another pot, go! Bring the teacher a cup of tea. ”

Steve couldn't help Bucky's questioning hastily arranged, hurriedly poured a cup of black tea, he thought about it was different from the tea set he used at the time, and didn't know if it was feasible, so he pushed Bucky over quickly.

Bucky carefully held the bottom of the cup with his right hand, the metal arm of his left hand had not yet adapted, and he had just gotten up and twisted the metal bed board so creaking and deformed that he didn't dare to touch the cup easily, so he walked over weakly on the side.

He really didn't understand what Steve was so famous for, so he stubbornly handed over the teacup: "Mr. Howlett, you-"

In winter, Steve lightly picked Bucky's right knee, the latter stumbled, touched the ground with one knee, and almost dropped the cup, Bucky hurriedly stabilized the teacup, and turned his head angrily to look at the increasingly strange Steve.

"Ask the teacher for tea..."

Steve whispered, his mouth exaggerated, his eyes blinking.

Bucky finally figured it out, and somewhat understood the special meaning of this move.

He did not get up, but fell to his knees on one knee, holding his teacup, and looked at Mr. Howlett in front of him, who looked as young as himself, but with a very majestic bearing.

"You have to think about it, toast this cup of tea, and you will have the same relationship as Steve and me." James was thoughtful, but unusually serious.

Bucky bowed his head deeply, the teacup in his hand held high above his head, the brand-new Edelman alloy arm flashing slightly in the light, and he said solemnly, word by word.

"Ask the teacher for tea."

The corners of James's mouth were slightly hooked, he nodded, took the teacup ear that was more like a coffee mug, and gently dipped the black tea that was still warm inside, which was considered to mean this.

"Get up, and find a chance to make up for it again later."

Steve Rogers looked at Bucky as he stood up with a grin and nodded slightly.

"You need to get used to the strength of the metal arm, if you have any problems, go to Zola, and since you are at the end of the wolf trial, what do you think of the position of the wolf."

Bucky took a deep breath and seemed to muster up the courage to ask what he had been thinking all along.

"Teacher, I, I don't understand what you're pursuing, and I'm confused about what I want to do and what kind of person I want to become, I ......"

"Well, I understand."

James put his right hand on the research table next to him, and subconsciously rubbed the book he often held in his hand with an unknown fine leather and tanned cover, and his eyes were suddenly sharp.

"I told Eric that Bucky had seen him, a young man watching the trial on the snowy peaks that day." He added casually and continued.

"Accepting ourselves, accepting our own strength, is our first step. We are different from most human beings in the sense of physiology and the essence of life, whether it is congenital or acquired, or active and passive, our existence itself is a contradiction. ”

"There will be fear, jealousy, hatred, greed, jealousy, and no matter what we do right or wrong, we will not be able to avoid these disputes and conflicts."

Steve Rogers listened to James's words and remembered that for some time after the end of the war, he had been asked by the state and the military to cooperate with research and try to reproduce the super soldier serum as soon as possible.

The need for serum power, like the rapidly expanding research on nuclear weapons today, is the pursuit of national interests and security, and it is also the personal desire of the big men who live in the superstructure of power and materiality.

Perfect physical condition, superhuman strength, and a lifespan that is close to the limit of human physiology...... How many powerful people and careerists would refuse such a magical tube of serum.

"I'm not Adolf Hitler, I'm not interested in racial superiority and genocide, power is more or less for me, it doesn't mean much, I just live with a sense of crisis all the time."

"Sense of crisis?"

Bucky's face was very surprised, this was the last thing he expected to come out of Mr. Howlett's mouth, and Steve was also a little puzzled, only Asa Zuo was thoughtful.

"Yes, for some reason, I know that in the not-so-distant future, all of us, and even all life on this planet, will have to face some crises that even the current me cannot escape and stop, and until today, I am not sure that I can survive safely."

"So, accumulate strength, continue to grow yourself, and the people around you who recognize, support, and follow me, one day you can truly decide your own destiny."

"In the process, I will not hesitate to seize power, plunder resources, or even erase those who stand in my way."

James looked at the silent three people in silence, and the vast life and the scenes of ashes appeared in his mind, and the picture of the last memory of the world in his previous life that he most did not want to recall but often surfaced.

It was a cross made of withered wood, and it was a humble tomb that was slanted into the middle of the earth.

An X-shaped, bleak tombstone.