Marvel:Cyber punk

"Robbery, robbery, robbery, robbery…"

This wasn't a gangster with a gun rushing into a bank or jewelry store. This was a transmigrator, going by the name of Bucky Barnes, loitering on the street.

The second act of heroism did not come as quickly as Bucky had anticipated.

"It makes sense. Although this is Brooklyn, not the simple folk of Gotham City next door, it's not possible to just walk out during the day and casually encounter so much crime."

Bucky knew he was still too excited and unsatisfied with the small reward from that one robbery mission. He wished for a wave of bank robbers to appear immediately.

However, he didn't encounter any criminal activity. Bucky wandered for a long time and found himself circling back to the vicinity of the convenience store from before.

Then he saw that the two unlucky robbers had disappeared, and there were no police around. It was probably treated as an ordinary robbery, and it just so happened that both robbers had some acute illness or something.

Meanwhile, the Asian old man, the store owner, was now somewhat impatiently and awkwardly waving his hands at a little girl, as if shooing her away.

Bucky couldn't help but feel a little curious, so he went over to watch.

"Please, I just want a little food, I'm really hungry…"

"Little kid, you should leave quickly. I won't call the police, so you're already lucky. If you don't leave, I'll have to find social service personnel."

So young, and already ran away from home?

Bucky walked silently into the convenience store and heard the store owner speaking to this little girl, who was less than his waist height and looked a bit dirty.

It seemed this owner was truly afraid of trouble, afraid of getting involved. Seeing such a small child, he didn't even ask what was going on, just wanted to shoo her away and be done with it.

While this lacked compassion, this bullied store owner wasn't doing anything illegal or disorderly. He was just minding his own business, and it wasn't Bucky's place to criticize him.

The store owner was afraid of trouble, but Bucky was not.

Looking at the little girl in front of him, who was Asian with a hint of mixed heritage, very cute, dressed in tattered clothes, desperate and wronged to the point of tears, yet stubbornly refusing to cry, Bucky couldn't help but feel a softening in his heart.

"Owner, check out."

Bucky casually picked up some snacks and two bottles of water, placing them on the counter.

"…Ah!"

"Ah!"

He had forgotten that he had system enhancements: Cool 11, Stealth 7. When he didn't want to be discovered, he was truly silent.

This made the two people who were talking scream as if they had seen a ghost.

"Sorry, customer."

"It's fine, keep the change."

Bucky didn't let the owner calculate the bill, directly throwing a Franklin over.

Anyway, it was the living expenses Howard Stark gave him, so Bucky didn't feel any heartache at all.

Moreover, the little girl saw a tall, handsome, and radiant man appear, feeling a bit self-conscious and guilty, as she had done something bad earlier and ran out immediately.

Bucky wasn't in a hurry to chase after and stop the little girl. He had already locked her with Target Lock, so he definitely wouldn't lose her. At worst, an Electromagnetic Short Circuit… *cough*, no, he couldn't farm experience like that. Although it wouldn't attract attention, he wouldn't be that insane.

Bucky simply followed the little girl, trailing her all the way to the back alley of a dilapidated residential building nearby.

Even in such a broken building, which even the owners couldn't manage, filled with countless dilapidated houses and inhabited by drug addicts and homeless people, the little girl couldn't live inside. Of course, she probably wouldn't dare. Instead, she built a "house" out of cardboard boxes next to a dumpster in the back alley.

If she weren't Asian, Bucky might have thought this was Phoebe from "Friends" making a cameo.

Bucky slowly walked over, and from a distance, with his keen senses, he heard a whimpering sound.

This reminded him of a dirty, injured puppy by the roadside.

"Wuwuwu… Why can't I have a home…"

"You don't have a home anymore?"

"…Ah! Don't come any closer!"

"Sorry to have scared you again. By the way, do I look like a bad guy?"

Bucky was a bit helpless. As long as he had the thought of "quietly," his light footsteps would activate Cool and Stealth.

"Sniff… It's you. What do you want?"

"I want to sympathize with you. What else? Put that thing in your hand down first. Aren't you afraid of getting cut and infected by something so dirty? Aren't you afraid of infections?"

Bucky watched the little girl, startled, holding a broken piece of a wine bottle defensively towards him. He sighed, an inexplicable irritation rising in his heart. This damned world.

"I don't need anyone's sympathy."

The little girl put down the broken glass, looked up, and said stubbornly.

"Hey, little kid, besides sympathizing with you, what other reason do I have to help you for free? And you don't need sympathy? Do you really need someone to help you with ulterior motives?"

"You!"

The little girl didn't have any retort technique and was instantly speechless by Bucky's peculiar way of arguing.

"Tell me, what's going on with you? Where did you run from, an orphanage or a foster home?"

Bucky didn't bother with gentle or pleasant words; that would require too much patience and time, and this miserable little girl was too wary.

Anyway, this little girl must have suffered a lot, so a little venomous tongue wouldn't bother her.

And Bucky had a special way of communicating.

That was to use feeding as an aid.

He unwrapped a cream-filled cake he had just bought, broke off half, put it in his mouth, and offered the other half to the little girl.

"Sniff…"

The ravenously hungry little girl was no longer sniffing snot, but drooling.

And she finally couldn't resist the aroma of the cream, cautiously took it, and then shoved it into her mouth.

"Mmm…"

The little girl was instantly conquered by the cream and sugar, humming comfortably.

Not a puppy, but a kitten… Seeing the little girl's blissful expression, Bucky's irritation also dissipated a little.

"Foster home, I ran away from a foster home. Are you going to send me back?"

The little girl was fed another wafer chocolate and drank a few sips of juice, finally giving her answer.

"What, the foster home wasn't good to you?"

"However, it's better than now."

The little girl sighed, revealing a grown-up expression. Having been through the harshness of society, she was utterly unpretentious.

"Although they made me babysit, change diapers, wash clothes, eat their leftovers, bathe without hot water, sleep in the basement, had no new clothes to wear, and took their anger out on me at the slightest displeasure."

"…Really? You didn't mischievously set the house on fire, run away in fear, and use this story to fool me, did you?"

"You, where's the trust between people?"

The little girl rolled her eyes like a little adult. She hadn't expected the kind person she met to be so unreliable.

Yet, because Bucky wasn't truly suspicious but was constantly teasing her, she gradually, truly let down her guard.

She lowered her guard.

But Bucky's pupils contracted, and his teeth ground audibly at her next action!

…Beast!

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