[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

"Mr. Zemo." The doctor looked at Zemo's face.

Zemo had already done several tests yesterday, and got off the testing table to the lounge.The next day he was brought to wait for the test results. The doctor was not far in front of him to make a preliminary judgment on his physical test status. Several photos were placed on the white lighted table. Zemo looked at these photos , nervously found that there seemed to be something wrong with the right side of his chest.Just then, the doctor called his name.

"Any questions?" Zemo asked.

"Did you feel any discomfort on the right side of your chest?" the doctor asked, pushing his glasses and asking seriously.

"Yes," Zemo nodded, "I've been feeling a dull pain in the right side of my chest since I got out of prison."

"What kind of pain, can you describe it specifically?" the doctor asked.

"I don't know," Zemo said, "the pain is like something is tearing my chest cavity - but the pain is reduced too much, and it's like something is growing to fill it."

The doctor was silent for a while. He looked at the rigorously analyzed data again. He tapped his pen on the table and frowned slightly, as if he was drawing a conclusion that he couldn't even believe.

"I suspect, Mr. Zemo," said the doctor cautiously, "that your second heart is growing."

"What?" Zemo couldn't believe what he had just heard. "My second heart?"

"Yes, I believe you have seen this shadow on your chest—" The doctor pointed to the X-ray photo taken by Zemo and the combined image of the MRI slice on one side, without exception, Zemo's right chest There is a small, oval-shaped shadow on the position of the heart. According to the doctor's thinking, Zemo found that it was indeed abnormally similar to the shape of the heart.

"Could it be some kind of tumor—" Zemo asked, and then fell silent, knowing that the doctor must have considered this conjecture long ago, but it must have been rejected.

"A tumor will not have the function of pumping blood, nor will it beat. If you continue to take pictures now, the heart on your right side must have become larger again." The doctor said, "We are studying this phenomenon, but so far we have The same example cannot be found in any of the databases. So we are preparing to analyze your genetics-"

"Gene?" Zemo asked.

"This is the responsibility of the biological laboratory, but it is still funded by S.H.I.E.L.D. What I can tell you is that we need to analyze your genes, because we have reason to suspect that you are not from Earth."

Zemo felt that he was being played, but the doctor opposite was so sincere that he couldn't help but punch him.

"I am a complete earthling." Zemo said, "My parents are Sokovians, they grew up in the countryside of Sokovia, and I have stayed in Sokovia since I was a child. Via."

"We're just speaking according to the facts. No matter what drugs or mutations, it's impossible to bring a person back to life after being shot, radiate golden energy that cannot be collected, and grow a second heart. And Now the existence of aliens has also been proved, which is not impossible." The doctor said.

"If I am an alien, then why did I feel nothing in the first 29 years? There is not even a trace of abnormality. I am a human from Earth."

"We still need to discuss this, Mr. Zemo, you are too special a case, we dare not jump to conclusions." The doctor said.

Zemo stared at the doctor, the fact that his mind was hit hard by this fact-yes, no human being can come back to life, or grow a second heart-thinking of this, he seemed to feel the weak beating of the right heart.

So what am I?He asked himself, and found that there was an uneasiness about the unknown in his heart.If he is not a human being, he doesn't even know his kind, his identity, what his abilities are, except for that one resurrection, his kind—should he think about his kind?He cared perhaps not even a tenth as much for them as he did for the people of Sokovia.

"Can I go?" he asked.

"Of course," the doctor said, "but I'm afraid you can't tell anyone unrelated to S.H.I.E.L.D."

"I know." Zemo said.

He left the institute and walked inside SHIELD, then, at a corner, he heard something.

It was like the gears were constantly rotating, and it was like the blower was blowing dullly. Finally, the sound disappeared. Based on the intuition of many years of soldiers, he felt that there seemed to be something behind him out of thin air.

He turned his head immediately, and then, at the corner of the corridor, where there was no space before, stood a blue——a police phone booth?

Zemo thought maybe it was time for him to see a psychiatrist.

Then, his nerves tensed for a moment—the door opened.

When he finally came home, Peter felt as if he had been through a lifetime today.

Do you know that feeling?When you win a match your crush wants you to win, and he's happy, and you're happy to meet him - and then you get attacked where you saw him at the destination, and you're terrified Rush inside—you find his shot dead body, and the culprit is standing in front of you, who is still your son—you are filled with grief and anger, and you want to strangle that son of a bitch in an instant —you were held back, by your damned kindness and Mr. Stark's stern tone—your lover came back to life, golden, like a descended angel.

Finally he kisses your forehead and tells you not to skip class to visit him.

No, of course you don't understand. You're not Peter Parker, and you don't have a boyfriend named Helmut Zemo.

Now Peter's head can't fully digest today's events, his emotional processor is overloaded, so the first thing he thinks of is Zemo's words to him-no skipping class.

What day is it tomorrow?he thinks.

Monday.

All right, skipping first class tomorrow morning to see Mr. Zemo - oh no, Helmut.Peter thinks, to be honest, he is still uneasy now, always hoping to see Zemo sooner, earlier, as if something will happen if Zemo is not in front of him for a second.Of course, his worries are very justified-look, he and Zemo parted ways twice, and each time something happened to the other party, and every time his life was in danger, it's no wonder he can feel relieved.

If something happened again—of course it was absolutely impossible—he would have to stick to Zemo 24 hours a day, 440 minutes, [-] seconds.

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