Chapter 3680: The Mercury Era (Part 11)

Seeing Natasha speaking English and Seeing Natasha speaking Russian are completely not the same person. When she speaks her mother tongue, it's like allowing someone to walk into her snowfield. Here, everyone will be shocked by the same thing, and that is that under this skin that is already beautiful to the extreme, there is a more beautiful and solemn soul.

Bucky looked like he was going crazy. Their discussion hadn't even truly mentioned the past; he just heard a certain language he had once heard from the mouth of the young Seeing Natasha, and he had already been defeated. He felt himself shattering into millions of pieces, falling down from the cracks of the chair, like the rustling fine snow under the eaves.

He couldn't help but rest his elbows on the table, covering his mouth, as if this could cover up his loss of composure. He was like a vegetative patient who had suddenly woken up after many years, realizing at this moment how he had fallen in love with Seeing Natasha in the first place.

The modified Winter Soldier was a killing machine; he originally had no desires. In other words, his love was a chaotic program after his own derivative code broke through the limits. And what caused this kind of chaos was actually Seeing Natasha's soul.

At that time, she was still a firm warrior, full of ideals, full of hope, like the sun on the snowfield. It seemed that all the folk songs in the north were composed for her. She was the Russian girl in the pens of all Soviet writers: beautiful, strong, sad. The strong limbs created by labor were invisible even when looking at the vast land, and the love and hate of a lifetime could not become a point worth writing in that magnificent era.

Bucky couldn't speak anymore. But it wasn't so easy to stop when a person speaks with their soul. And, the current Seeing Natasha was no longer that ignorant young girl. She was too sharp; Bucky simply wanted to beg her to stop.

"Longevity is not a reward for people like us. No matter if we live to be one hundred or two hundred years old, we will always be stuck in a certain decade. All our strength and heart, all our wisdom and feelings, all our courage and love and hate, were all used up at that time. Everything that happened afterward was just repeating what happened in that year or even those few hours. We won't learn to learn lessons because we live long, but will repeat the same mistakes more than others. For us, starting a new life and a new relationship doesn't require a new environment and era, but a new version of ourselves. But you ask yourself, when you have lived in a certain posture for 50 years, can you still shed the skin of the past in just one week like you were 20, and become a brand-new self?"

"Why can't we help each other?" Bucky also couldn't help but ask in Russian, "Why can't we help each other transform?"

"But the blood flowing in our veins is old blood, what is the meaning of exchanging blood? Nothing in this world will ever inspire me at 90 like communism inspired me at 15. So I couldn't have that kind of enthusiasm and hope again. Aren't you the same?"

"No." Bucky denied, "No matter how old, every time you appear in front of me, it's like changing me from head to toe, realizing that I am still a brand-new me."

"Unfortunately, you don't have such important significance to me." Seeing Natasha said, "But you don't need to feel sad about this, because anyone who has appeared in my life hasn't had such significance."

"I could have had it once, right?"

Facing Bucky's gaze, Seeing Natasha looked away for the first time. She glanced at her watch and scanned the surroundings, seeming to be wondering why some people who were tearing down the stage hadn't come yet.

Bucky pursed his lips tightly. He nodded lightly and quickly, looking like he was affirming, but also a bit like trembling.

"You almost killed me when you found out I was Hydra. I thought you hated me, so I accepted..."

"... Why do you always mention this thing?!" Seeing Natasha finally exploded. She squeezed the fork in her hand tightly, the tip of the fork pressing against the table, even poking a series of small pits in the wooden table.

"Are you showing off to me how stupid you were back then?! A simple anti-infiltration mission made you expose your identity. I didn't even use a few moves to cut open your neck! And after I let you go, you even more stupidly returned from Minsk with me, and the most stupid thing, you chose to go back with me, but finally chose to leave!"

Bucky opened his mouth slightly. He heard too many hopeful twists in Seeing Natasha's slightly uncomposed words, as if as long as he did one thing right, things wouldn't have turned out the way they did back then.

He had to admit that he made too many wrong choices. But at the same time, he was full of resentment and unwillingness.

"But you made the most wrong one!" Bucky stood up and looked down at Seeing Natasha and said, "You didn't kill me, this is enough to prove that you are much more stupid than me!"

After speaking, he turned and walked quickly toward the bathroom. Standing in front of the bathroom sink for a long time, he turned on the faucet, wiped his face with cold water, and felt a chill on his back afterward.

Saying she was stupid in front of Black Widow, he wanted to cheer for his courage. But he knew his courage had never been used in the right place. If it wasn't used for settling old scores, his child might be older than little Rogers.

The scene became a bit difficult to end. Seeing Natasha was also thinking that the damn expensive pre-meal wine in this damn expensive restaurant had a damn high degree, making her start to speak without thinking and talk nonsense. The plan that was originally determined to drag out time was completely messed up.

"Waiter!" Seeing Natasha shouted, "Bring me a drink. Don't have any damn red industrial essence... do you have vodka?"

Bucky came out of the bathroom stall, turned on the faucet to wash his hands again, wiped them dry, and tidied up his tie and hair. He quickly reorganized his strength, but when he came out, what he saw was Seeing Natasha drinking heavily.

The alcohol made her skin red, and the fine sweat on her forehead and neck looked too sexy under the illumination of the lights.

The bellyful of arguments Bucky had just thought of in the bathroom couldn't be remembered for a single word in an instant. He had never felt so desperate for having normal human desires.

Now, a beautiful beauty who had had countless entanglements with him, facing the romantic restaurant atmosphere, a table full of sumptuous dishes, and a strong and handsome man who was usually within her aesthetic range, chose to be the bride of alcohol.

Bucky felt a certain violent emotion churning in his heart. Since the lifting of brainwashing, he hadn't had this feeling for a long time.

"Bucky is angry." Steve said while looking at the surveillance screen, "I can't say he is a person with a very good temper, but since the lifting of brainwashing, he has been trying hard to control himself, not letting himself become irritable. But obviously, Seeing Natasha really annoyed him this time."

"So what will he do?" Wanda spread her hands and said, "Facing Black Widow, what can he do? After violent means are useless, how much deathbed struggle can he do?"

"Just watch." Steve shook his head and said, "Dear B. B.'s tricks are more than you imagine."

"Waiter." Bucky shouted, "Bring me a glass of red wine."

He clearly saw a trace of mockery in Seeing Natasha's slightly drunken eyes, as if saying "You are still so cowardly." But Bucky ignored her and didn't change his decision. The wine came quickly.

The degree of dry red was higher than he imagined, or perhaps there was something other than alcohol stimulating him, which also made him feel hot. So he took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie with his hands.

His medium-long black curly hair was tied behind his head. He seemed to have carefully groomed every part of his body, except for his hair. His hair was of different lengths, only the back part could be tied up, and the front part just scattered on both sides of his forehead and cheeks. Whenever he sweated, the scattered sideburns would stick to his face, making him look a bit like a sloppy tramp.

"You're right, Seeing Natasha." Bucky nodded and said, "We shouldn't always mention the past. Then let's talk about the present. Will you dress up so carefully at Steve's birthday party too?"

"Why not?" Seeing Natasha laughed, "Perhaps I will be more beautiful than I am now. Everyone will applaud and cheer for me, everyone will want to dance with me. Don't you think so?"

"You are indeed very beautiful." Bucky said, "But I also feel sorry for them. Because what they see is still not the most beautiful you. If they saw you before, they would understand that it is worth suffering the pain of World War II again."

"You said, let's not talk about the past anymore." Seeing Natasha narrowed her eyes, as if she had finally caught his horse's foot. She took another sip of wine, as if celebrating.

"I'm just stating facts." Bucky placed the salad plate in front of Seeing Natasha and wiped the fork with a napkin, as if he was busy with something by himself, distracted for a moment.

"Are you used to being distracted while complimenting a woman on being beautiful?" Seeing Natasha stared at him and said, "What do you want me to reply to you? 'Thanks, you are also handsome'?"

"I am honored." Bucky said, "Everyone in the restaurant looked at you for more than two minutes. I dare say everyone is envious of me, or even jealous of me."

Seeing Natasha pursed her lips and laughed, took another sip of wine, and said: "You don't know how many instructors envied you back then... Look. We simply can't avoid talking about the past at all. Talking about it, it's all these topics. Don't you think this is boring?"

Bucky stretched out his mechanical arm, crossed almost the entire table, lifted Seeing Natasha's chin lightly with his fingertips, and wiped away the wine liquid about to drip from her lips with his thumb.

Seeing Natasha seemed drunk, and when he did this action, she had no reaction, just staring at him blankly.

"It's over." Wanda covered her forehead and said, "I overestimated Seeing Natasha too much. She can't withstand such seduction at all!"

Pepper also couldn't help but tilt her head back, pinched the bridge of her nose with her hand, and then looked at Steve and said: "You pursued Carter like this back then, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I wasn't so unrestrained. This is in a restaurant."

"So there was in private?"

Others looked at Coulson sitting on the edge together. Coulson sighed deeply. Steve stared at him, as if to see what he could say. Coulson shook his head and sighed again.

"Agent Carter was late 185 times a year." Coulson drank a sip of coffee and said, "I absolutely don't mean who can seduce Agent Carter, whose will is so firm, causing her to be unable to get out of bed. I'm just saying, if it is assumed to be like this, then it can only show that this person is very charming. Don't you think so, Captain?" ===== CHAPTER 3681 =====