The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3691: The Mercury Age (1)

Chapter 3691: The Mercury Age (XI)

Natasha is not the same person when speaking English or Russian. When she speaks her mother tongue, it is like allowing someone to walk into her snowfield. Here, everyone will be shocked by the same thing, that is, under this extremely beautiful skin, there is an even more beautiful and solemn soul.

Bucky looked like he was going crazy. Their discussion hadn't even really touched on the past, and he just heard some language he had heard from young Natasha, and he was already broken. He felt like he was shattered into thousands of pieces, falling through the cracks in the chair like snow under the eaves.

He couldn't help but put his elbows on the table and covered his mouth, as if this could cover up his loss of composure. He was like a vegetative person who had slept for many years and suddenly woke up. At this moment, he realized how he fell in love with Natasha in the first place.

The transformed Winter Soldier is a killing machine. He originally had no desires. In other words, his love is a disordered program after his own derivative code breaks through the limitations. And it is actually Natasha's soul that causes this disorder.

At that time, she was still a determined fighter, full of ideals and hope, like the sun on the snowy plain. It seemed that all the folk songs in the north were written for her. She was the Russian girl described by all Soviet writers: beautiful, strong, and sad. The strong limbs created by labor could not be seen on the vast land, and the love and hate spent a lifetime could not become a point worth writing about in that magnificent era.

Bucky was speechless. But it was not easy to stop when one was speaking with one's soul. Besides, Natasha was no longer the ignorant girl. She was so sharp that Bucky wanted to beg her to stop.

"Longevity is not a reward for people like us. Whether we live a hundred or two hundred years, we will always be stuck in a certain decade. All our strength and efforts, all our wisdom and emotions, all our courage and love and hate have been used up by then. Everything that happens after that is just a repetition of what happened in that year or even those few hours. We don't learn lessons just because we live longer, but we have more time than others to repeat the same mistakes. For us, starting a new life and a new relationship does not require a new environment and era, but a new self. But ask yourself, when you have lived in a certain posture for 50 years, can you still shed your old skin in just one week and become a brand new self like you did when you were 20 years old?"

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

"But our veins are filled with old blood. What's the point of exchanging blood? There will never be anything in this world that can inspire me at 15 years old the way that communism inspired me at 90 years old. I will never have the same enthusiasm and hope again. Isn't that true of you?"

“No.” Bucky denied. “No matter how old you are, every time you appear in front of me, it’s like I’ve changed from head to toe. I realize that I’m still a brand new me.”

"It's a pity that you don't mean that much to me." Natasha said, "But you don't have to be sad about it, because no one else who appears in my life means that much to me."

"I could have had that, right?"

Facing Bucky's gaze, Natasha turned away for the first time. She glanced at her watch and looked around, as if wondering why some troublemakers hadn't arrived yet.

Bucky pursed his lips. He nodded briefly and quickly, something that seemed like affirmation but also a little shaky.

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

"…Why do you keep bringing this up?!" Natasha finally exploded. She clenched the fork in her hand tightly, the tip of the fork pressed against the tabletop, even leaving a bunch of small dents on the wooden table.

"Are you showing off to me how stupid you were back then?! A simple counter-infiltration mission exposed your identity. I even cut your neck in just a few moves! And after I let you go, you were even more stupid to follow me back from Minsk. And the stupidest thing is, you chose to follow me back, but in the end you chose to leave!"

Bucky opened his mouth slightly. He heard too many hopeful twists in Natasha's slightly out-of-control words, as if if he did one thing right, things would not be the same as they were back then.

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

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

After saying that, he turned around and walked quickly to the bathroom. He stood in front of the bathroom sink in silence for a long time, turned on the faucet, wiped his face with cold water, and then felt a chill on his spine.

He was about to applaud his courage for calling the Black Widow stupid in front of her. But he knew that his courage had never been used in the right place. If he hadn't used it to bring up old scores, his child might have been older than little Rogers.

The situation was getting difficult to resolve. Natasha was also thinking about the damn expensive aperitif in this damn expensive restaurant with a damn high alcohol content, which made her start to talk nonsense. The original plan to delay time was completely messed up.

"Waiter!" Natasha yelled, "Give me a drink. No damn red industrial flavor... Any vodka?"

Bucky came out of the bathroom stall, turned on the tap again to wash his hands, wiped them clean and adjusted his tie and hair. He quickly regrouped, but when he came out, he saw Natasha drinking heavily.

The alcohol made her skin red, and the fine sweat on her forehead and neck looked so sexy under the light.

Bucky's argument that he had just come up with in the bathroom was gone in an instant. He had never felt so desperate for having normal human desires.

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

Bucky felt something violent stirring inside him. He hadn’t felt anything like it in a long time, since his brainwashing was removed.

“Bucky is angry.” Steve said, looking at the surveillance screen. “I can’t say that he has a good temper, but since the brainwashing was lifted, he has tried hard to control himself and not let himself become angry. But it is obvious that Natasha really pissed him off this time.”

"So what will he do?" Wanda spread her hands and said, "What can he do in the face of Black Widow? How much of a desperate struggle can he make after violence is useless?"

"Just wait and see." Steve shook his head and said, "Dear B.B. has more tricks than you think."

“Waiter,” Bucky called out, “give me a glass of wine.”

He clearly saw the sneer in Natasha's slightly drunken eyes, as if to say "You are still so cowardly." But Bucky ignored her and did not change his decision. The wine came soon.

The alcohol content of the red wine was higher than he thought, or maybe something other than alcohol was stimulating him and making him feel hot. So he took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie with his hands.

His half-long black curly hair was tied back. He seemed to have carefully taken care of every part of his body, except his hair. His hair was of different lengths, and only the back half could be tied up, while the front half was scattered on his forehead and cheeks. Whenever he sweated, the scattered hair would stick to his face, making him look a bit like an unkempt tramp.

“You’re right, Natasha.” Bucky nodded and said, “We shouldn’t always talk about the past. So let’s talk about the present. Will you dress up like this for Steve’s birthday party?”

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

“You’re really beautiful,” Bucky said. “But I feel sorry for them, too. Because they still don’t see you in your most beautiful form. If they had seen you before, they’d know it was worth it to go through World War II again.”

"You said we shouldn't talk about the past anymore." Natasha narrowed her eyes, as if she had finally caught him. She took another sip of her wine, as if to celebrate.

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

"Are you used to daydreaming when you compliment a woman on her beauty?" Natasha stared at him. "What do you want me to say? 'Thank you, you're handsome, too'?"

“I’m flattered,” Bucky said. “Everyone in this restaurant looked at you for more than two minutes. I bet every one of them was envious of me. Jealous, even.”

Natasha pursed her lips and smiled, took another sip of wine and said, "You don't know how many instructors envied you back then... See. We can't completely stop talking about the past. It's always the same topics. Don't you think it's boring?"

Bucky extended his robotic arm across almost the entire table, gently lifted Natasha's chin with his fingertips, and wiped away the wine that was about to drip from her lips with his thumb.

Natasha seemed to be drunk. She didn't react at all when he did this and just stared at him blankly.

"It's over." Wanda covered her forehead and said, "I overestimated Natasha. She can't stand such temptation!"

Pepper couldn't help but tilt her head back and pinch her nose bridge with her hand, then looked at Steve and said, "That's how you chased Carter back then, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm not that unrestrained. This is in a restaurant."

"So in private?"

Everyone else looked at Coulson, who was sitting at the edge. 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 in one year," Coulson said, taking a sip of coffee. "I'm not saying that anyone could seduce such a determined Agent Carter and make her unable to get out of bed. I'm just saying that if that's the case, it can only mean that the person is very attractive. Don't you agree, Captain?"