Marvel Reverses Wolverine

It was a strange touch.

Without the temperature and frictional texture of the skin touching the object, but it does exist, Bucky can even clearly control the flexion and extension of each finger.

He looked at this metal arm that was connected to the shoulder, near the clavicle, and was bright silver but with a slight blue-gray glossy texture. He turned the wrist and joints from side to side curiously and excitedly, and scrutinized it carefully.

The surface layer of the metal arm is a few armor-shaped shells made of the whole body. The lines have radians similar to muscles without losing the coldness of machinery.

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

"It's still relatively difficult for Adamantium to build detailed and complex components. Cold weapons with simple shapes are the easiest. The mechanical skills of this arm are still relatively simple, and there is no special ability. It can be upgraded when there is a chance in the future."

James looked relaxedly at Bucky, who was obsessed with stroking Edman's metal arm with his right hand. Except for the outer arm shell and main structure, more complex internal parts were made of vibrating metal that was easier to shape.

As the basic purpose is to meet the normal arm movement and use of mechanical prosthetics, it is already considered the most cutting-edge creation in the current technical field.

"Looking back, Dr. Zola will carefully check the efficiency of your neural connections, and will also tell you the precautions for using it. This arm was completed by many mechanical engineering experts led by him. It has opened up a new situation in mechanical prosthetics."

It took a long time for Bucky to divert his attention from his new arm, hesitatingly said to James: "Thank you, Mr. Howlett, me."

James waved his hand, indicating that Bucky hadn't finished his sentence.

"During the operation and coma, according to the statistics of the nurses and researchers, you called Steve's name 113 times in total, and several times the names of ladies such as Celine, Juliana, and Betty."

James curled his mouth slightly, shook a piece of paper in his hand, and seemed to be looking at it seriously. Bucky, who was still sitting on the bed, blushed suddenly, and covered his face with his hands helplessly, one side was cold and the other side was warm. .

"I don't know any of these ladies, so I can't help you, but Steve should be—"

puff!

Azazzo appeared, and beside him was Steve Rogers, dressed in the uniform of the US military, with blond hair and blue eyes, and walked forward with a smile, and hammered Bucky's metal arm.

"Teacher, thank you, Bucky didn't expect to be able to restore the broken arm with you."

Steve sincerely thanked James for his teacher's care for him and his mother, for his cultivation and shelter, and even his best brother has received such great help here.

"It's nothing, Barnes and I were talking about you, and he yelled—"

"Mr. Howlett! I don't know how to thank you enough! You taught me those amazing skills, and this arm"

Bucky hurriedly interrupted James, ignored Steve's suspicious eyes, and changed the subject.

Azazuo was amazed at the side, and the sharp and hard tip of the tail slammed on Edman's metal arm, and said with a smile: "This thing is not easy to make, dad, it is better than Boy Steve's shield." My dagger is much more difficult."

It was only then that Bucky realized the meaning of the unfamiliar word Edelman Metal. The material of Steve's shield made the entire Strategic Science Corps envious. He wanted to use it for research many times, but he was always turned away. .

No matter it is any gun or Hydra's energy weapon, it cannot cause the shield to cause even the slightest scratch, and it has a super force-relieving and shock-absorbing effect. Relying on this shield, Steve is on the battlefield Pushing all the way, it's like entering no man's land.

Bucky didn't know what to say now, how could he be qualified to own such precious and unusual materials and technology.

"Barnes also did me a favor. These children of the wolf pack have been a little too closed for many years. If it weren't for him, these little wolf cubs would not realize the meaning of the trial so quickly. Okay, you two Let's talk."

James said a few words easily, got up and wanted to leave, but Steve laughed exaggeratedly and came up.

"Teacher, are you thirsty? Would you like some tea? Have a cup of tea before leaving!"

Steve Rogers showed embarrassment, but looked at James expectantly. Bucky tilted his head and looked at Faxiao strangely, not knowing what the inexplicable greeting meant.

Asazo, who was on the side, puffed up a puff of black smoke, teleported to James' chair, and looked at Steve and Bucky playfully.

"Alright, you can have a cup of tea before leaving."

James pondered for a moment, then nodded with a light smile. When Steve heard this, he didn't care about being happy, and hurriedly turned around and sent Bucky up from the bed.

It just so happens that in this underground space used as a laboratory, there are some guys who drink black tea between Dr. Erskine's daily breaks.

"Hurry up, Bucky! There's a teapot over there, let me see, well, there just happens to be another pot, go! Bring a cup of tea to the teacher."

Steve hurriedly arranged without Bucky's doubts, poured a cup of black tea in a hurry, he thought for a while that it was different from the tea set he used at that time, and he 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 hadn't adapted to it yet. He got up and twisted the metal bed so that it creaked and deformed. He didn't dare to touch the cup lightly, so he walked over with help.

He really didn't understand what Steve made up for, so he handed over the teacup bravely: "Mr. Howlett, you—"

Boom, Steve lightly picked Bucky's right knee, the latter staggered, one knee touched the ground, and almost dropped the cup, Bucky hurriedly stabilized the teacup, turning his head angrily to look at the increasingly weird Shi tif.

"Teacher for tea"

Steve said softly, exaggerating his mouth and blinking his eyes constantly.

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

He didn't get up, but stood on one knee on the ground, holding a teacup, staring at Mr. Howlett, who looked as young as himself, but was very majestic.

"Think about it, and toast this cup of tea, you will have the same relationship as Steve and me." James said carefully, but said very seriously.

Bucky lowered his head deeply, raised the tea cup in his hand above his head, his brand-new Adamantium alloy arm shone slightly under the light, he spoke solemnly, and paused every word.

"Teacher, please drink tea."

The corners of James' mouth curled up slightly, and he nodded, took the ear of the teacup, which was more like a coffee mug, and lightly dipped the still warm black tea in his mouth, which meant it.

"Get up, find a chance to make it up formally later."

Steve Rogers smiled and looked at Bucky who stood up, and nodded slightly.

"You need to adapt to the strength of the metal arm. If you have any questions, go to Zola. Also, since you have stood at the end of the wolf pack trial, what do you think of the position of the leading wolf?"

Bucky took a deep breath, as if mustering up his courage, and asked what he had been thinking all along.

"Teacher, I, I don't understand what you are pursuing, and I am also very confused about what I want to do and what kind of person I want to be, I"

"Yes, I know."

James put his right hand on the research table next to him, and subconsciously rubbed a book that was often held in his hand with a tanned cover made of unknown high-quality leather, his eyes sharpened sharply.

"I once told Eric that Bucky also met him, a young man who watched the trial on Xuefeng that day." He added casually and continued.

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

"There will be forces of fear, fear, and hatred, as well as greed and jealousy. No matter what we do right or wrong, these disputes and conflicts cannot be avoided."

Listening to James' words, Steve Rogers remembered that he had been asked by the country and the military to cooperate with research for a period of time after the war, trying to reproduce the super soldier serum as soon as possible.

The demand for serum power is the same as the rapid expansion of nuclear weapons manufacturing research today. It is the pursuit of national interests and security, and it is also the personal desires of big figures who live in the superstructure of power and material.

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

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

"A sense of crisis?"

Bucky looked very surprised, this was the last thing he expected to say from Mr. Howlett's mouth, and Steve was also a little puzzled, only Asazzo thought about it.

"Yes, for some reason, I know that in the not-too-distant future, all of us, and even all life on this planet, will have to face some crises that even I cannot escape and stop. Until today, I There is no guarantee that they will survive safely.”

"So, by accumulating strength, constantly growing myself, and those around me who agree, support, and follow me, one day I can really decide my own destiny."

"In this process, no matter whether it is grabbing power, plundering resources, or even obliterating those who hinder me, I will not hesitate."

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

It was a cross made of withered wood, inserted obliquely in an extremely simple tomb made of wild rocks.

An X-shaped, forlorn tombstone.