He Who Gazes into the Darkness Is Also Gazed Upon by the Darkness

Even without any grudge, three-quarters of them would die. If there was even a small score to settle, wouldn't there be nothing left but ashes?

Bucky nodded to himself. No mistake about it—this was his boss's style.

Though he had no idea what the unlucky bastard's name was, he was certain of one thing: the man must have offended his boss somehow, or he wouldn't be facing such a calamity.

And, barring any surprises, the unlucky bastard was only unlucky for now. In the future, he would soar like Iron Man and shock the world—then he would become the unlucky bastard.

Bucky felt deeply aggrieved. Logically speaking, among Hydra's senior members, he had the highest seniority and the longest history. Even Natasha had joined later than he had, let alone Yelena. They were all juniors.

But what had happened in the end?

It was hard to put into words!

He had charged into battle for Hydra, bled, made sacrifices, and worked himself to the bone. Yet because Natasha and Yelena worked around the clock, Russell favored them. Whenever there was blame to be taken, he remembered he had a capable subordinate named Bucky.

The more Bucky thought about it, the more wronged he felt. He wanted nothing more than to get drunk with Steve right away. Life was too hard for him.

Russell knew perfectly well why Bucky was depressed.

The three of them had been among his earliest subordinates. By all rights, he should have treated them equally and shown no favoritism.

But if he did that, Natasha and Yelena would not feel valued. If they were unhappy, Russell's daily life would become dull and boring, so Bucky could only be the one wronged.

This was not a sacrifice without reason. He was sacrificing for his boss, which was