Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

"This is the node of time, the origin and end of the world." It was Howard, his father Howard Stark, who explained to Tony. The older man folded his arms and looked at Tony in armor in front of him, raising his eyebrows Slightly mocking, "It's not your dream that was so stupid that I couldn't see it."

Even though Howard is quite old and wrinkled, the typical Stark-like proud look on the corners of his brows and eyes is by no means easy to imitate by others. He just stands there like that. Shouting that I am the king of the world made Tony grit his teeth but looked helpless.

Thanks to Howard, he managed to make the tears that had just welled up in Tony's eyes recede. In an instant, Tony felt as if he had returned to the boyhood when he was still young and full of hormones in his head. .

Howard raised his chin and snorted, but he had to admit that he liked this brat so proudly and so proudly better than the stupid look just now when tears were about to fall into his arms and wail loudly. The itchy expression of human teeth.

Although they are all equally stupid.

Howard, who was thinking this way, never realized that his expression at this time was not much better. The appearance of relying on lifting his chin to cover his hot and humid eye sockets could not be hidden from anyone who knew him well.

It's just not to expose him.

Maria, the hostess of the Stark family, pursed her lips and smiled lightly. She thoughtfully refused to pierce the duplicity of the duplicity of the father and son, and stepped forward to give her beloved son a hug. : "I never thought I'd see you again, my boy."

She has a soft and elegant fragrance on her body. Tony can even clearly reproduce the brand fragrance of this perfume when he smells it. This is his mother's favorite brand, but no matter who wears it, it will never be able to replicate it. A unique and gentle breath.

It belongs to the mother alone, and it is so gentle that people unconsciously give up all defenses. Even if they know in their hearts that this is just a dream that is too good, they still can't help but want to indulge in it.

"I said it wasn't a dream..." Howard muttered softly, and before he could say anything else, he closed his mouth wisely in Maria's eyes, turned his head and turned his eyes to the lights that were constantly brightening and fading around him. point above.

Those light spots that are constantly floating upwards illuminate the surroundings like daylight, and the gorgeous and colorful colors are like soap bubbles blown up, swaying lightly upwards, countless light spots will disappear halfway, and more Many light spots rose up from their feet, and from the bottomless darkness under their feet, they circled and danced towards the end point that could not be seen above their heads.

Some light spots are even close to them, resting curiously on the folds of their clothes or hair for a while, and then jumping and flying to a higher place.

"Hey, does this mean liking?" Tony tried to get himself out of the embarrassment of being so old that he almost cried in his mother's arms—especially in front of his father, it was too embarrassing even in a dream Alright?

So he turned his attention to the flickering dots of light beside his hand, the dots of light, no different from soap bubbles, seemed to be full of interest in his hand, jumping from the wrist to the fingertips, and then landed on the palm of his hand Rotating, when he subconsciously wanted to close his palms, Howard rushed up and slapped his hands away, and the light spot flew up violently as if frightened.

"Don't touch them." Howard's tone was stiff, the kind of imperative tone that Tony hates the most, even if it was out of good intentions, this tone could instantly ignite his anger. God knows how many times their father and son could have calmed down This is how the heart-to-heart talks ended in endless quarrels and sarcasms.

Obviously at the beginning, none of them wanted to start arguing.

"Then don't order me!" Tony stood up and subconsciously pushed Howard who was already too close to him. His anger obviously affected the floating light spots around him, and they swam away as if driven by something, as if they were far away. From afar, he saw the predator's school of fish scattered, and Howard, who was pushed by Tony, turned into fragmented light spots in an instant, rushing towards him like a gust of wind.

This is the node of time, where all the memories of the soul will condense and dissipate here.

The momentary light spots of breathing annihilated the darkness under the feet and turned into solid ground, as if the inferior special effects of some third-rate movie pulled Tony back to the scene he had just seen.

The desolate trails that no one passes by, the street scenes that only appear in old movies, the car with the front cover on fire-Tony is very familiar with this car, one of Howard's favorite cars.

This time, he stood at a completely different perspective from just now, and he saw clearly how the killer wearing a half-face mask with disheveled hair killed the helpless young man not far away.

Chris, oh yes, that young man will soon become a guy exactly like Chris or be Chris at all, anyway he can't figure out what the situation is, but from what he has seen so far, thanks God Chris only remembered the last shot to the head, but did not remember the one-sided painful struggle and brutal suppression before that.

Seeing himself being beaten terribly with his own eyes will definitely cause a serious psychological shadow. The severity is the same as when he saw the killer whose mask was knocked off while Chris was struggling, and turned around, revealing a picture with James Buchanan. The psychological shadow produced by Ernes's identical face is not much different.

"I was no better than you at the time." Howard, who was standing behind him at an unknown time, rarely said any sarcasm, perhaps because it was cruel for anyone to watch the last paragraph of his death. Things that go too far.

"That's you..." Tony saw Howard stumbled out of the car with his head on his head.

At this time, Barnes, the killer who was supposed to come over to deal with him, froze and remained motionless because of his shocked "Sergeant Barnes". Seeing the corpse pinched by the neck by Barnes passed to him, it was firmly nailed into his brain like a counterattack on deathbed.

But Tony saw the look of unbearable pain gradually flashing in Barnes' eyes. The pain far exceeded the limit that Barnes could bear, and he fell to the ground trembling, with a sound like a dying beast in his throat. General roar.

The sudden change was beyond everyone's expectations, so that the killers who had been hiding behind the scenes just in case had to show up, because their best weapon, the Winter Soldier, fell to the ground, clutching his head and writhing in pain. Not to mention killing people, they can't even stand up, but if they miss this opportunity, whether they can kill Howard Stark next time, let alone their lives, they will have to lose their lives.

The killer in charge appeared from the darkness while cursing something in Russian and rushed towards Howard and Maria who were about to flee into the forest. Tony shuddered slightly because of the foreseeable tragedy and subconsciously looked away. A few key words were keenly captured in the swear words uttered in Russian—thanks to Natasha for the crash course in Russian.

Transformation, freezing, brainwashing...

Just a few words are enough for him to connect most of the truth of the matter, which made him feel that the world was instantly cold to the bone marrow, but he was so angry that he was shaking all over, the sound of body and fist colliding, and the dull scream, he Almost forcing myself to open my eyes instead of running away like a coward, like masochistically letting myself see everything that happened in front of me.

——How his parents were murdered and how they were disguised as the scene of a car accident, how Captain America's best friend James Barnes who disappeared in World War II was manipulated and tortured by the group of killers and even almost became his enemy.

Those damn control words that were read out one by one by the killers sounded like the whispers of the devil, but after finding that all the words could not make Barnes obedient, he suffered the brutal beating that made Tony close his eyes in pain for the first time Injected with drugs, screaming helplessly and desperately, losing consciousness and being dragged away by those killers like cargo.

Tony swears that Barnes definitely saw him before he lost consciousness.

The young man whose eyes were almost completely devoid of consciousness and only left with pain and emptiness clearly struggled and turned his head to him in a daze, staring straight at this direction that was empty in everyone's eyes, his voice was trembling in a low voice, his lips moved a few times Next, it seems to piece together a short but broken apology.

These are too much for Tony. For Tony, who established a charitable foundation in the name of his parents not long ago, and was still listening to Captain America’s old Popsicle recalling the past yesterday, these are too much.

His blood froze as if he was thrown into icy water in the winter. He didn't realize that he was in such pain that he was convulsing unconsciously. There was a hoarse sound in his throat as if he was going to vomit on the spot. He just felt his stomach In a trance, everything turned into a black-and-white silent movie, pulling him like a hole in his heart and almost falling into hell.

But he didn't really fall in after all, someone pulled him out, and the darkness broke into bright and flickering light spots again in an instant, he saw his mother's smile in the light, and Maria pulled him away like every time before. Hugging him in his arms and softly comforting him, the soft and elegant fragrance enveloped him, warming his limbs and bones, making every nerve that was so cold that he was stuck feel a little heat again.

Howard snorted coldly, as if he was very dissatisfied with Stark's unique eyes, which Tony usually used to look at others, but finally came over and held him with open arms like Maria In my arms.

Just like every time they quarreled, every time they satirized each other, they were so forceful and a little awkward, making Tony want to call "Are you trying to strangle me?" Pushing his last outstretched hand away but hugging him, warm It was so solid and strange that Tony muttered "Well, it was a dream", a father's hug.

Then he heard Howard, his proud and invincible father, who only communicated with him in quarrels and almost never acknowledged his father, murmured softly but very clearly in his ear: "I Proud of you."

They're all dead, and it's the last time they met, so what else can't be said.

Howard coughed dryly and turned his head to cover his feverish ears, let go of Tony and said loudly: "Listen, if you see that guy Steve, you must beat him up for me, damn it, I've been looking for him for so many years Bahn Stu is still alive, which corner did he go to!" After saying this, he looked at Tony's unarmored scientist figure, shook his head and sighed, "Forget it, you can't beat him, so just ask him for help. Well, let's just say..."

His cover-up nagging ended with a sharp glance from Maria. This elegant and beautiful lady shut Howard with a single look, and then she turned her head and looked deeply at Tony, at her beloved The son's mature face polished by the years showed a gentle smile amidst the tears.

"We will always be proud of you."

"forever."

Their figures gradually dissipated into the dots of light floating up from their feet, as if dissipated in the torrent of time in the past.

"Wait—" Tony rushed into the countless light spots with big strides and stretched out his hand to grab something, but he stepped out and fell suddenly, as if he jumped off a cliff.

Spots of light shattered around him, countless pictures whizzed past and filled his eyes, so many memories that made his consciousness blank poured into his brain like a flood, spinning and shattering before his eyes, so fast that he could only An afterimage can be caught.

He saw the first touch of green sprouting in spring, the first snow falling in winter, the fairy of the lake singing on a moonlit night, and the elves passing lightly through the branches, and Jesus staggering past with the cross on his back, and King Arthur lifting the king's crown in the stone. Swords, druids chanted mysterious runes, and dragons spread their wings in flames and battlefields.

There were too many, and the information that made his head explode hit his mental barriers. Tony felt that he could almost understand why Barnes had a headache so bad that he couldn't stand up. The whisper, growl, buzz, and roar stopped in his ears.

He saw the angel's wings in the white, and the devil's bone wings in the red blood, all of which shattered his consciousness, and made him fall into a long period of darkness and silence in ignorance.

"Go to sleep."

The light spots shattered and condensed into a human form in the chaotic and complicated memories. Chris hugged Tony's limp body from behind, and his fingertips slid across his bloody eyes, "Seal what you shouldn't see, save Forget what you shouldn't have heard."

Chris's memory is too long and the time experienced is too chaotic, and the souls of ordinary human beings can easily get lost in it and be completely washed out by the excessive amount of information.

If Tony Stark was made a fool, Peter would definitely be the first to pounce on him and strangle him to death.

Chris was also very leisurely rubbing his belly and slandering his little shop assistant, and raised his hand to gather the last ray of light in his hand, and the moment he closed his palm, the dream collapsed.

Return to darkness.

Parallel time separates again, the past and the present run counter to each other, the brilliance of reality is extinguished in the dream, and the entangled dream is separated from the memory. Tony, who fell asleep for a moment, woke up from the darkness of the dream, and was so pained in his head that he couldn't breathe. Anguish and painful, he just sat up and fell down again, and a few words starting with F came out of his mouth vaguely.

"Sir?" Jarvis asked, "Do you need a doctor?"

"No, I'll be fine just lie down for a while." Tony rubbed his forehead feeling the sharp pain, and found that there were still tears in the corners of his eyes in a bad mood.

Shit!At what age is he still fucking dreaming about his parents, and still fucking you are my pride!Tony threw the pillow on the ground and brushed a lot of complaints that were not suitable for speaking in his heart, pulled the quilt to cover his head, and took a deep breath to calm his mind.

Of course, he may have dreamed about more than his parents, but the rest is probably not very important. With his waking up, he almost forgot all about it.

After a few seconds, he pulled back the quilt to reveal a pair of reddish eyes, and said, "Old Jia, search for keywords in the information database... Winter Soldier."

This is the second key word that popped up in his mind besides his parents about that dream. Hell, it’s the Russian version of the Winter Soldier. Immediately after that, there are a lot of killers with big waists and the scene of his parents’ car accident. Tony rubbed Rubbing the more painful forehead, he said, "And my parents' accident investigation report."

He didn't know what was going on with his inexplicable dream, but his intuition told him that he might have touched the edge of some truth.

Some really bad truths.

But this time it was extremely strange that his familiar old friends, those anxieties and anxieties did not come to his door this time, Tony clenched his fists tightly, as if he could still feel the strength bestowed by his parents' embrace.

Shit!

Too bad Tony didn't have a second pillow to smash against the wall, so he smashed the mug off the table.

It shattered all over the ground with a bang.

Chris, who was sleeping soundly under the blanket in the living room, half-opened his eyes as if he felt something, struggled for less than a second and fell back into a deep sleep.

[Congratulations on getting Tony Stark's exclusive Fluorescent Spirit-MK7]

[Congratulations on getting the suit - Feather of Stopping War]

[Equip Luminous Spirit-MK7]

The information that the system swiped through the panel was light and cautious, and then a light spot of a small reactor floated in the darkness, and a model-like Iron Man armor the size of a palm crawled out of the blanket, He clumsily pulled the blanket to cover the kitten who seemed to be trapped in a nightmare, and stroked Chris's soft hair with his mechanical hands.

The human soul will forget, but the system will not forget. Everything, every minute, every second, and every picture are faithfully recorded in the system's historical records, even if it is to revive Chris who voluntarily abandoned the original The carrier of the human body merges with the human body, loses most of the data stream intelligence and almost completely degenerates, and the historical records of the system are always completely clear, marking that the highest plane even himself cannot spread it to the outside world at will.

Not even once did Chris actually ask about his past.

The host of the system is not a character who likes to look back on the past, he only looks at the present, regardless of the past, and does not care about the future.

But the system does "remember" and connects all the dead-end logic after briefly merging information with past systems.

About that time-traveling, about being shot in the head in the first second of time-traveling, about how the soul that the original system could not reconstruct with all its strength came back to life.

There is also the fact that the high-level energy body that breaks through the past and present, reality and dreams, has the name of ether particles, or gems of reality.

And what happened to the half of the diamond that Chris suddenly disappeared.

That's why the dead body can regain its vitality, because the origin of the reality gem is to turn all fantasies into reality.

With the incomplete soul of human beings washed by death as the main body, supported by the huge energy formed by consuming half of the diamonds, and finally woven and shaped by the system that shuttles through various dimensions, they together constitute a brand new consciousness. The name Chris Elf.

Then, at the moment when this consciousness was resurrected from the dead, it couldn't resist the huge parallel torrent of time at that point in time, and was shocked to a long time ago, so long ago that human beings are not the real masters of this planet, and so long ago that gods have not yet withdrawn from the stage of history.

His past and future are blank, he knows nothing except his name, his half-energy body has no aging and death, and his half-data soul has no memory or forgetting.

Then it seemed that it was only in a blink of an eye, that thousands of years had passed, and the consciousness that had been completely integrated and stabilized after countless experiences returned to the origin of the dream again, allowing the past self to come back to life.

Fantastic timing, stringing everything into a perfect circle.

The system that retrieved part of its own data flow from the parallel timeline lowered its head clumsily, and rubbed its chin against Chris's forehead.

Like a kiss on the forehead, soothing the tired and hurt family members.

While the system is clear, Chris doesn't need one at all.

Even if Chris really knows everything one day, he will probably just smile a little mockingly and use his usual soft tone to casually tease a few words that he can go to the superheroes' tragic competition.

That's it.