Heroes of Marvel

Looking at the stranger lying on his couch, an outside tenant who had lost his assault rifle pulled another pistol from behind his waist.

Kaka!

The pistol was loaded instantly, pointing the gun at the guy who emerged from space energy, and then he slowly approached the past.

“Woo...” After the outsider pointed the gun at the guy on the couch for a few seconds, he suddenly moved his finger down on the ground and made a grunt.

Phew ~

Looks like it was very uncomfortable to get buried in the sofa, and this guy who fell out of the space portal slowly moved his arms a few times on the sofa and then pulled himself over hard. Then, the outside tenant can see clearly what an unexpected visitor looks like in front of him, a young mixed man who doesn't look very big.

“It hurts! …” Turning around, this stranger is still whispering in his mouth.

Finally, after a few seconds, he finally turned himself over and lay on the couch on his back. But when he flipped over, he found himself facing himself with a pistol in front of him.

“You, you, you!... What are you doing?” Obviously scared by the scene in front of him, the guy lying on the couch was a spiritual and then shouted scared.

“Who are you? Why did you show up here?” No bullshit, an outsider with a pistol stood there and asked.

“I am!... uh... I am... who was I?” The guy lying on the couch was going to answer directly when he heard the question from the big guy with the gun in front of him, but he couldn't remember what his name was.

“What's my name? How could I not know that?” A stranger who didn't remember his name for a while also seemed to be annoyed, and he raised his hand so hard that he knocked on his head and muttered.

“Don't you remember your name?” When a stranger in front of him spoke to himself, the cold eyes of an outsider with a pistol suddenly softened to ask.

“Uh... it seems more than that... I seem, I don't remember anything...” looked up at the stranger with the gun in front of him, and the guy appearing through the space portal stared helplessly at him and said.

Hearing this, the tenant of the house looked carefully at the guy in front of him and then put down his right hand with the pistol. He believed the stranger in front of him, perhaps because he suffered the same thing.

“What's stuck in my ass?” After thinking about who he was for a while, the guy lying on the couch suddenly frowned and mumbled.

Then he reached down and slowly touched his ass. And as soon as his fingers touched that thing that was holding his ass, a tiny amount of space energy flashed.

“Ah!" exclaimed an unexpected visitor who had lost his memory, retreating his hand and jumping off the couch.

Brush!

As the guy jumped up on the couch in front of him, the outsider who was standing in front of him just pulled the pistol back out quickly and pointed it at him.

“Not me! It burned me!” When he saw the big man in front of him, he pulled out his gun and pointed at himself, and the unexpected guests hurriedly pointed at the place on the couch and shouted.

Following the direction of the guy's finger in front of him, the outside tenant immediately saw the right thing in the blue square. But it's also obvious that this thing doesn't exist in its own living room. So it should have fallen out of the space portal just like the guy in front of it.

Phew ~

With a pistol pointed at the unexpected guest in his right hand, the room tenant reached out his left hand and grabbed the object in the right direction. In the surprise of the unexpected visitor, the tenant's left hand in gloves had grabbed the thing that had just burned him. And then he just picked it up.

“Hey?! Why don't you feel anything?” The unexpected visitor glared in surprise when he saw that this guy was not responding at all. He had just been burned, although there were no signs of injury on his hands.

In the surprised look of the unexpected visitor, the tenant put away the correct object directly above his hand. Whether or not this thing came out of the space portal with this guy in front of you, it's right to put it away.

“You really don't remember your name?” After putting that thing away, the tenant asked again.

“Well, I really don't remember. But... I vaguely remember that I'm not supposed to be any ordinary person.” When I heard the big man's question in front of me, unexpected visitors answered.

“Of course I know that you will not be a normal person, how can a normal person be exposed to space energy and how can it be intact through a space portal?” The tenant is not surprised by the contingency.

“By the way, I'm Bucky, Bucky Barnes.” Looking at an unexpected visitor with a tangled face in front of him, the tenant put away his gun and introduced himself.

Turns out the guy who lived alone in this old building wasn't anybody else, but the Winter Warrior that Alexander launched a few months ago when Hydra attacked S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters: Winter Soldier Bucky!

Since Hydra's entire attack on S.H.I.E.L.D. a few months ago, Bucky fell off the high floor of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters while being chased by Lin Rui. The situation was very dangerous, and if it was the average person, he should have died directly. But Bucky was clearly not a normal person, and neither did S.H.I.E.L.D. nor Rogers find Bucky's body.

So Rogers was convinced that Bucky wasn't dead, and he kept looking for him, just didn't find him. At Lin Rui's suggestion, Rogers also used some of S.H.I.E.L.D. 's resources to look for a small country called Wakanda, but nothing came of it.

It turns out Bucky didn't leave the United States, he just came to the northern city. Maybe Bucky left America because he didn't have that much money on the smuggling route. After all, the memory he recovered was incomplete, not yet fully embraced by modern society, and life was a problem.

“Uh... hello, Bucky.” When I heard the introduction of the big man in front of me, the unexpected visitor touched his head a little awkwardly and responded. He doesn't have any particular feelings about the name Bucky Barnes.

“Why don't you give yourself a name now? Otherwise, I don't know what to call you.” Perhaps Bucky was sympathetic to this unexpected visitor who looked too young, or to his equally unforgettable experience, and his attitude towards unexpected visitors was clearly much more moderate than that of other strangers.

“What's your name now?... so... call me... Jackson!” When I heard Bucky say it, the unexpected came to think about it, and then my eyes lit up.