[Comprehensive British and American] Space Patrolman Hydra

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"Liar. I know, you said before that Captain America is your proudest creation."

Tony Stark opened his eyes vigorously, trying to hide the wetness in his eyes through funny expressions and insincere ridicule.

Howard Stark smiled.

"I didn't say that, I said the captain is the only blessing I bring to this world, dear."

He took off his suit and said casually and sincerely.

"But Tony, my son, whatever he is to the world, he will always be the greatest creation of my life."

Tony Stark's sanity collapsed in an instant.

There was a buzzing in his head, dizziness, shortness of breath, cold hands and feet, and a pounding heart.The only thing he could do was to cover up his gaffe with an erratic voice.

"You mean your son is not the blessing of the world?"

"Who knows, after all, Stark can destroy the world if he doesn't pay attention!"

Howard Stark didn't mind the lame joke, and laughed.

Tony Stark didn't notice that Hydra and Grant Bartook took the rest of the room, leaving only him and Howard.He greedily stared at Howard Stark, at his father who was still full of vigor and urchin mentality at the moment, and stubbornly engraved him bit by bit on his body, even the bones began to ache because of the weight of this majestic love.

"I've been wanting to ask my dad a question... but so are you."

The son finally spoke out.

"I wanted to ask him how he felt about what his company was doing, did he feel conflicted, did he have doubts. I can't figure it out...or maybe he's what we see in the news clips That person—the one who belonged to the world, who belonged to science, who belonged to Mom, but never to me."

Howard Stark listened quietly to Tony Stark's voice, his eyes flickered with a light that Tony Stark couldn't understand.

"Do you know why you can't talk to me?"

he asked suddenly.

Tony Stark shook his head.

"I grew up on the Lower East Side. My father sold fruit, and my mother sewed shirts for a factory. It was common for the last meal to last, and black bread and milk that was about to expire was a normal breakfast. I didn't even have a decent college I don’t have a degree, that’s all I have. Let me tell you, you won’t climb the American ladder without picking up some bad habits along the way.”

Howard Stark slowly reminisces about his messy childhood and teenage years, his unscrupulous youth, his reckless adulthood.He abandoned a lot in order to climb to his current position, and also developed a lot of bad habits.Such as vanity, bitterness, indifference to others, self-righteousness...

But now there is no trace of living in the slums on this man.

"So you can't tell me."

He finally looked at the child in front of him who was stubbornly wanting an answer.

"Language needs to be tempered, and the same is true for harsh words. And you, it seems that you live in a wealthy family and are protected by others. Maybe everything doesn't go your way, but the people around you try their best to satisfy you and love you. Allow even one person around you who wants to hurt you. So you don't have the opportunity to practice how to stab someone, so you can't learn to be mean.

"Do you understand me?"

Howard Stark said softly.

"Your father... may not be able to express, but he tried his best to give you a broad shoulder to rely on, and you don't need to use words to protect yourself."

"People around me say I'm mean, maybe I'm just not as good as my dad." Tony Stark refused to back down, "Actually, I need to take a mean class, because my dad just hurts people with words. My one."

The room fell silent for a moment.

Howard Stark's lips trembled slightly, his expression was stiff, as if he had been deeply stabbed.He wanted to say something, but he forced himself to endure it.He tried to get the cigarette case out of his pocket, but several times it got stuck on the edge and he couldn't get it out.His movements became more and more rough, until he heard the clear sound of sutures snapping——

—The cigarette case is drawn out.

The no longer young man took a few deep breaths in frustration, lit a cigarette for himself with trembling fingers.

"You shouldn't be smoking. Your lungs aren't young anymore, and neither are you." Tony Stark said calmly, with a little vindictive pleasure in his lesson: "Like an adult, learn to restrain yourself. "

"...Maria said the same thing."

Howard Stark closed his eyes wearily, "Maria keeps saying I shouldn't drink, smoke, or lose my temper in front of Tony...but I can't change it.

"Do you understand? After I climbed the high stairs, no one can drive me back to the slums, and I can't change it."

These bad habits that have accompanied him since childhood have brought him countless benefits, but in the end, they have become an inescapable burden that can hurt loved ones.

"Don't you want to know what my failure is?"

Howard Stark seemed to be ten years older in an instant, and a corner of his unyielding straight back collapsed.

"My failure is all on Tony."

When Tony speaks for the first time, he's socializing.

When Tony was walking for the first time, he was working hard.

When Tony goes to school for the first time, he instructs Edwin to pick him up.

When Tony came to him with that beautiful circuit board, he irritatedly shook off Tony because the captain's search and rescue efforts stalled.

......

He tries so hard to be a good dad, but he can't help being an asshole.

"He's the greatest creation of my life... there's no question about it."

Howard Stark's face was buried in the smoke, and Tony Stark couldn't see his expression clearly.

"But I don't know how to cherish him. I'll never learn to love him without scruples like Maria.

"I looked at him and always felt like I was seeing another me. Once he ran up to me and told me that when I grow up I'm going to be you - it made me start to fear because I'm not a good idol. Candidates.

"I am afraid that he will become me, I am afraid that he will be ruined because of me, I dare not even hug him, dare not praise him, I even expect...he stays away from me, the farther the better.

"That way he won't be me."

Tony Stark was speechless.

He never thought that there would be such an answer to the question that he had been brooding over and couldn't let go of.

Howard Stark exhaled and looked at Tony Stark with a blank face.

"But seeing you... I can finally feel relieved." He smiled reassuringly.

"My Tony, he's going to be a man like no other, he's going to be a better man than his dad."

"—What if he isn't? What if he becomes a stupid guy who doesn't do his job properly, quarrels with you every day, and disappoints you?"

Tony Stark couldn't help asking.

"Oh... Then I will definitely feel very uncomfortable. I will definitely scold him. After all, I have taken so many detours, and I will inevitably want to command him and leave him the best."

Howard Stark recovered his previous look and said with a smile.

"But... so what? A fork in life is a fortune. The reason I have everything I have now is because of my bold romance as a swinger."

With the love shown infinitely, and the love still hidden in his heart infinitely, he looked at the son who questioned himself and his love.

"He's not made for me, he doesn't belong to me, he's not going to be like his bad daddy, he's going to have a better and brighter future—

"And everything about me, my savings, my career, my wisdom, my love... will always belong to him."

Hydera and Grant Batuk waited outside for as long as they talked in the room.

"Do you think Tony would say that?"

Hydera poked Mr. Agent's shoulder.

"I don't know." The agent shook his head, "but he should. Because he won't have another chance—"

At this moment, the door of the room opened, and the two looked up at Tony Stark who came out.

"Let's go."

Tony Stark said.

"Let's go now?" Hydera straightened up.

"Well. After all, this is not my era."

Tony Stark's expression has never been so relaxed and bright. He smiled purely, and every fine line on his face was filled with sunshine and love, as if all the burdens had been lifted, and he had a new armor and a new life. weakness.

"There's so much to do, so much to think and create... no time to dwell on it."

Hydera laughed happily, rushed forward, and gave the reinvigorated inventor a big warm hug. Grant Bartuk couldn't help but also stepped forward, and hugged the two cute guys tightly with open arms.

"Then go back!"

Hydera was caught between the two boys, smiling brilliantly.

"—Grant, come here."

Howard Stark, who came out one step later, waved to Grant Bartuk, and then whispered in the ear of the tall young man who came over.

"Help me take care of Tony."

"No problem...huh?"

Grant Batuk's eyes widened for a moment, and he looked down at the triumphant old inventor, "You know—"

"Shh, be quiet."

Howard Stark quickly covered Grant's mouth.

"My son, can I not know?"

The old inventor smiled slyly and laughed at his smart son: "I was a little skeptical on the first day, but his little tricks haven't changed in the past 50 or [-] years, and he is the only one who doesn't know."

Grant Batuk was a little embarrassed. After all, he shyly called Howard's grandfather so many times and enjoyed Maria's warm hospitality.

"I'm sorry, we didn't tell you and Maria the truth because we were worried that it would cause space-time fluctuations."

"It doesn't matter." Howard Stark was very tolerant. "Since he is shy and doesn't want Maria and I to know, we will fulfill the little jokes between him and his friends—what parents are best at is to fulfill their children's waywardness."

"Why don't you ask Hailey?"

Grant Bartuk asked curiously: "Tony has a much closer relationship with her than with me."

"Because Hailey doesn't seem to be that emotionally sensitive, and Tony is a kid who is good at hiding hurts."

Howard Stark paused, and said what Hydera once said: "And you are emotional and sharp enough, which is good."

Grant Bartook pursed his lips.

"Don't think too much." Howard Stark patted the young man's shoulder with a smile, "I found that you don't like yourself very much, and you are full of confusion about the future...I am not going to ask why. But as someone who has experienced I can tell you that you are a great young man. Not everyone will find that Maria slows down when she sits down, and thus deduce that her waist is not very good, and then step forward to help her."

"...Thank you, I will remember." Grant Bartook smiled, "But I can't figure it out, since you don't want him to know that you found out that he is Tony, why do you still— "

Say that much to Tony?

"Because he grew up very well, far better than I imagined."

There was a gleam in Howard Stark's eyes.

"And I owe him a lot of affirmations. I think I shouldn't keep my praise in my heart when I face such a proud son."

"You should say this to him. You should tell him that you know who he is and that he is your proud son."

Grant Batuk advises, "He's always had a problem with whether you love him or not, and even though he's in his 40s, he's good enough, he's got a lot, but what he wants most is still and always is your approval and love." praise."

"I just gave it to him."

Howard Stark looked up at Tony Stark, the pride of his life, his son who was much better than him, with surging and restrained love in his eyes.

"I give him everything I can't say to him now."

Howard Stark straightened up, patted Grant Bartook on the shoulder, and said in a voice that Hydera and Tony Stark could hear clearly: "Help me take care of your worrying brother, Grant .”

Grant nodded solemnly.

"I don't need his care."

Tony Stark turned his head uncomfortably, and whispered, "It's you, don't let Maria worry about you..."

He finally muttered in a voice that was inaudible to everyone but himself: "...Be careful."

"He's just so awkward. He's too embarrassed to say a word about worry out loud."

Hydera said with a smile.She came over and kissed Howard Stark on the side of his cheek as farewell on tiptoe.

And Grant Batuk gently hugged the old inventor, saying heartily: "Take care of Maria and yourself...and, Tony will make you proud."

Howard Stark nodded, and the agent stepped back and gave Tony Stark a slight push on the shoulder.

"Don't you have anything to say?" He advised.

The inventor paused and turned his head.

Howard Stark had his hands in his pockets, his whole body was straight, with a relaxed and confident smile on his face.But Tony Stark could see his hands clenched into fists in his trouser pockets, wrinkling the piece of suit fabric.

...why wasn't he more careful before, or more patient?

If he had been more mature, he would have seen that Howard was not as cold and selfish as he imagined, but that he was being carefully cared for with restrained love behind his jerk father's exterior.

— But it’s too late to say anything now.

"Honey." Hydera also persuaded.

And Tony Stark lowered his head and remained silent.

Hydera sighed, "Then let's go."

The golden light spread and enveloped Tony Stark, and he finally looked up at Howard Stark.In the blink of an eye, he caught Howard's disappointment that he didn't expect him to look up, and that he hadn't had time to hide.

Tony Stark suddenly had a sore nose.

"I love you--

He finally yelled what he had never said before.

"......dad!"

The last impression Howard Stark left on him was a look of dismay that hadn't quite turned into shock, and eyes lit up with ecstasy.

The golden light faded, and the familiar scene of the Avengers Building came back into view.

The author says:

I grew up on the Lower East Side.My father sold fruit and my mother sewed shirts for a factory.Let me tell you, you can't climb the American ladder without picking up some bad habits along the way - "Agent Carter," Howard's lines, with redactions.