Winter Soldier

The next day, in the morning, a reception room in the hospital building.

"According to insiders, Anthony Stark's injury is not optimistic, he suffered from multiple respiratory failures, and his condition is critical. This station specifically consulted a well-known surgical expert on Stark's injury, and they said that the survival rate of this injury is less than 5%. If Stark dies, his legacy is worth about 2400 billion shares of Stark Industries Group, a luxury car worth 7000 million yuan, and a humanoid mech with the strongest individual combat capability and the highest technological content. Its value is immeasurable , so who will inherit the huge legacy left by Stark? At present, there have been many speeches..." The TV was turned off with a snap.

Sam threw down the remote control with a sullen face. He really couldn't stand the nonsense on the radio. The person involved was still lying in the hospital. They began to calculate the inheritance as if Stark was dead.

Vision stood in the corner of the room, looking at the angry Sam incomprehensibly, unable to understand human thinking, "Isn't this the news we released? Are you unhappy?"

"This is reason and emotion, illusion, and contradictory human beings." Hawkeye Clinton lazily explained, as soon as he heard about Stark being stabbed, he left his small home and hurried over, "Sam, Why didn't the Wanda siblings come?"

"I was stopped by Professor X. He thought that their mutant identities were too sensitive to appear in this chaotic and tense situation." Sam was a little sad about the behavior of the siblings, although he understood that they were also worried about their uncertainties. The situation has changed again, but in the eyes of Sam, who was a soldier, no matter how he looks at it, he looks like abandoning his comrades.

"It's wise." Colin fiddled with the phone with downcast eyes, and commented lightly.

Sam looked unhappy, his lips moved slightly, and in the end he didn't talk about this topic any more.

At this moment, Captain America pushed open the door and entered with a happy face, bringing good news, "Guys, Tony is awake."

Everyone in the room stood up excitedly, overjoyed that Stark was finally safe.

Sam and the others went out of the house to visit Tony, who had escaped death. Colin slowed down and walked to Captain America, asking softly, "Can Stark speak?"

Captain America shook his head, "Tony is just an ordinary person, and he didn't recover so quickly, but he is in a good state of mind. The doctor said that he is just sober and not easily exhausted, but I sent Friday's split server to it, and he should be able to contact him soon. .You don’t have to worry, Tony’s not an unreasonable guy, he knows that’s not Bucky’s will.”

The upright Captain America comforted him. He thought that Colin cared so much about Tony because he felt guilty and worried about Bucky's assassination. How could he think that the other party had other plans.

Colin nodded silently and stopped talking.

The good mood of the Avengers didn't last long, and Congressman Rose brought bad news, "You can't stay here anymore, now more and more people from society and the media are gathering around, if you don't pay attention, there will be chaos, You must leave here."

"What are these people doing here?" Clinton asked with a frown, adding to the chaos. If Zemo had bad intentions, one shot would kill everyone.

"There are those who support the "Agreement", and those who oppose the "Agreement" and want human rights. Most of them demand to disclose Stark's current situation and punish the murderer severely. Showing a hint of sarcasm, she, who has been in contact with the outside world, knows best that behind all these chaos, there is no lack of black hands with evil intentions from all sides.

"Tony has just been out of danger, and the operation has not passed 24 hours, and Zemo is watching, it is too risky." Captain America was serious and firmly opposed.

The temporary conference room fell silent for a short while, and they also noticed the turbulent situation outside. Now it is not just a matter of whether the Avengers sign the agreement, but the political wrestling among various countries, the struggle for power among political parties in the United States and the protests of the public. They really Can no longer stay in this hospital.

"Since the living can't get out, let the dead get out." Colin, who had been sitting silently on the sofa in the corner, spoke suddenly, and everyone turned to look at him with doubts on their faces.

"Colin, what do you mean?" Only Captain America looked at him thoughtfully, his azure blue eyes flashed with amazement.

Colin looked at the blond man who reacted the fastest, raised his eyebrows and sighed secretly that he is indeed a tactical expert who has experienced World War II, and he was really quick-witted, "Yes, anyway, the topic of Stark's legacy has been heated up outside, so let's just talk about him. 'Dead', completely eradicating the possibility of Stark being attacked again." Colin's fingers subconsciously rubbed the phone he had been holding in his hand, thinking, and at the same time eradicating the possibility of Zemo letting him kill Stark , A Captain America is enough, he doesn't want to be too troublesome.

"We can even design a trick to lure Zemo out, conceal all the information on the surface, secretly pretend to transfer Stark to the United Nations Building, and lure Zemo out to assassinate Stark. To declare Stark 'dead', actually leave Stark in the hospital." Natasha, the agent ace, lives up to the reputation of the Black Widow, and with a turn of her charming and beautiful eyes, she proposes a more complete and feasible plan.

"Yes, the fake news of the transfer will be leaked through the special police and staff around Congressman Ross, and secretly transfer Tony to the ward. Vision will guard him here to protect him." Captain America made a decisive decision, and cleverly arranged the Vision that could not appear in public When he came to Stark's side, he considered all aspects very thoroughly, which showed his overall leadership ability and tactical literacy.

The plan is very feasible, but unfortunately, they ignored the possibility of insiders. In fact, this is not surprising. The Avengers guessed their heads and never thought that there would be insiders tipping off the news.

Neither did Colin.

After everything was deployed, when Colin was walking towards the back door of the hospital building with a group of people, the phone in his shirt pocket vibrated lightly. Colin turned on the phone blankly and read the text message, and looked up at the heavily armed Avengers walking in front , then lowered his eyes and tapped his finger.

"Where will Stark be transferred for treatment? Z"

"The dead don't need to be treated, this is a pocket opened for you." Colin replied.

"Stark is dead? Z"

"As you wish," Colin replied.

"It's still halfway. Z"

"Yes, as you, I wish." After Colin replied briefly, he put away his mobile phone calmly, and quickened his pace to keep up with the front.

The cunning fish knew that the bait was poisonous, so the fishing team naturally caught nothing and drove to the United Nations Special Police Department smoothly.

"This Zemo is very calm. He is more cunning and cunning than I imagined." Captain America took off the shield behind him and put it on the coffee table beside him. His expression was calm and calm, and he did not overdo it because of the failure of the plan. Disappointed, "Natasha, immediately find someone to hold a press conference to announce Stark's death, remember you don't come forward in person."

Steve frowned and worried. Although it was a last resort, it was suspected of deceiving the public after all. The current reputation of the Avengers was mixed, and he didn't want to add another reputation as a liar.

"You don't need to trouble Natasha," Stark's voice suddenly sounded in Captain America's ear, and the blond man was stunned for a moment before he remembered that the micro-communicator in his ear was connected to Friday, and the corner of his mouth immediately burst into surprise. Radian, "Tony, you're awake!"

"If I sleep again, my bones will be broken." Stark, who just escaped from the hands of death, is still confident and flamboyant, even if his voice is weak, he can't hide his calm and sober state of mind, "I have sent Pepper to Vienna, She will be in charge of my affairs, and I will go to her directly if I have anything to do."

"Tony!" There was a helpless smile on the corner of Captain America's mouth, Stark was still so self-assessed and never discussed before acting, but he solved his problem, "You should have a good rest, and don't meddle with the seriously injured! "

Colin slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at the relaxed and joyful blond man, subconsciously stroking the phone back and forth with his fingers, and the cold metal touch passed through his skin to his heart.

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Stark's notification was very timely. Half an hour later, Petz quickly came here in a private jet and took over.Natasha's job is to handle everything swiftly and professionally.

Four and ten minutes later, at 10:10 p.m., a hasty and simple press conference was held at the Vienna Hotel, but this did not affect the enthusiasm of the reporters at all. As soon as they were well-informed, they heard the latest news about Stark. News, like sharks smelling blood, swarmed in, even if there was no seat, they were willing to stand for interviews.

Surrounded by the crowd's expectations and cameras, Petz walked up to the podium in a black suit and skirt with a pale face and red and swollen eyes, and announced the news of Anthony Stark's tragic death from serious injuries with a solemn and weeping face.

Even though there were speculations, the reporters below who got the exact news were still in an uproar, holding up their microphones and frantically rushing forward to ask questions. They were eager to know more details.

The special police who maintained order were also shaken by this group of reporters who were suddenly doped. They greatly underestimated the importance of Stark in the minds of media reporters.

The experienced Petz completely ignored the reporters frantically asking questions below. As soon as the announcement was over, he hurriedly turned around and was about to leave, but he was still a step late and was stopped by a group of fast-moving reporters. Watching Petz move with difficulty.

Captain America, Hawkeye, and Sam who were hidden in the background saw that Petz was surrounded by reporters, and they rushed up to make a rescue out of worry, but they didn't want to cause a bigger reaction from the reporters. Some reporters saw that there was no hope of interviewing Petz, and immediately moved away. The target, whooped to Captain America.

"Captain, what is your attitude towards Stark's death?" "You are closely related to the Winter Soldier, do you know of his premeditated murder?" "Do you admit that you conspired to murder Stark?" "?" "Does your opposition to the Entente have anything to do with Stark's death?"

All kinds of sharp questions rushed towards Captain America one after another. Sam and Clinton's face was darkened by these casually fabricated slanderous words. He stretched his arms and pushed the crowd forward forcefully. When he came to Petz, he blocked his arm to open the passage for her.

Amidst a bunch of chattering and random questions, a few people broke through the siege of this group of crazy reporters, and when they frantically blocked the microphone that almost poked Yue's face, Captain America suddenly felt a shudder. He saw a small red dot shaking slightly on Petz's heart.

Oops! There are snipers.

Captain America didn't have time to think about it, so he turned around and stood in front of Petz. There was an inaudible gunshot, and a flower of blood burst from the blond man's abdomen.

The author has something to say:

It was only updated one day later, mainly because I suddenly had the urge to write certain characters to death. I thought about three or four messy endings alone, but it was too disruptive to the previous setting.

I have no choice but to throw it away.