[Zhongyingmei] After Chaoying killed me

Tony is no more grateful than ever that he listened to Banner's words, followed his own heart, and chose to come here at this time.

In fact, he had been uneasy since the day Wyatt left.

He recalled Wyatt's abnormal behavior time and time again, and the inexplicable sense of disobedience that made people feel inexplicably desperate.

This made him unable to calm down and work at all. After another design error, Tony threw down the pen in frustration and wiped his face.

Dr. Banner, who was also involved in the design, pushed his black-rimmed glasses, and said slowly: "Maybe you can do what you want, I mean - anyway, there are only a few steps left in the redesign draft of the Dome Prison. That's it, Dr. Pym and I can finish it."

——Your current state is not suitable for this.Of course, Dr. Banner swallowed the half sentence.

So after Tony said that he would definitely invite Banner to eat the best cheeseburger in New York next time, he quickly turned on the positioning system and rushed to the location displayed by the positioning at a speed of Mach 8.

And then, what did he see?

A blood red.

Damn Steve Rogers, that's how you take care of your teammates? !

Tony cursed secretly in his heart, but he knew that it was not the captain's fault.

"—damn it, is that what you do to yourself?"

Blocking the bullet that shot at Wyatt, Tony roared uncontrollably, he even felt his voice trembling.

I don't know whether to be angry or scared.

Pain filled Wyatt's mind, slowing down his reaction, and he opened his eyes and raised his head belatedly.

The golden-red figure was suspended in the air, looking down at him from top to bottom, and then he raised the palm cannon.

The exact same scene as in the memory reappeared, and Wyatt seemed to be in the ruins full of gunpowder smoke in a trance, and the sound of crying seemed to be in his ears.

White light flashed, and Wyatt's pupils shrank involuntarily.

But he didn't move, as if he was the same at that time, watching everything with a dead heart.

White light flashed by, screams came from behind, and Wyatt broke free from the memory all of a sudden, his body trembled involuntarily, and he took a breath for being unsearchable.

And Tony had already landed on the ground at this time, he opened his visor, revealing that face with a delicate moustache, caramel eyes full of anger and almost invisible pity and fear hidden in the buried place .

"I am fine."

Almost instantly, Wyatt said these words subconsciously, and he gathered his loose coat to cover the bloody wounds - after a while, they will be completely healed, can A while is a while.

Wyatt felt a little guilty for no reason.

Tony took a deep look at him, but didn't speak. He put his mask back on, and in front of him was the scan of Wyatt's injury provided by Jar--that line of data made him startled and even more annoyed, but the recovery speed provided by Jar The data gave him a little breather.

"You just stand here, don't move." Tony said, and then the thruster took him and disappeared here at a fast speed.

Half an hour later, the entire Hydra stronghold was wiped out—dozens of battle armor brought by Tony uprooted the entire base with a devastating force.

There were four people on the fighter plane when we came, but there was one more when we went back.

Tony had an uncharacteristically cold face, he was full of anger and didn't know who to send it to.

Wyatt?Please, I still have injuries all over my body.

Steve?It didn't seem like it was his fault.

As for those Hydra...?

Tony snorted coldly—they had already paid the price they deserved.

So there was such an awkward silence in the cabin, and they returned to the Avengers Building.

As soon as the fighter plane landed, Wyatt was forcefully demanded by Tony to return to the room—most of his injuries had healed, but Tony still cautiously did not dare to touch him.

Wyatt took off his blood-stained coat, and he stood back in front of the mirror.

All known HYDRA bases that can be searched have been removed.

And relying on the survival time obtained these days, Wyatt's life span was extended by half a year.

But neither Wyatt nor the system was happy about it.

What now?

Wyatt looked at himself in the mirror, and suddenly found that the last reason to support himself had disappeared.

And even now Ms. Jones was still alive and well in this world, but Wyatt didn't dare to go any further—he couldn't face her.

Wyatt took a deep breath, and the familiar, warm touch that he could not forget for a long time, that had been flowing on his hands spread back again.

And more, the blood of other people, all the innocent people he hurt, seemed to have been splashed on him, and it never disappeared.

It was his fault, real fault.

The shower was turned on to the maximum, and the cold water dripped down. Wyatt leaned against the cold tiles as if he had exhausted his last strength, and finally slid down.

I am sorry.

He groaned/groaned in pain.

I am sorry.

Still uneasy, Tony walked into Wyatt's room with a roll of bandages and a bottle of ointment in hand.

"Wyatt, are you there?"

He yelled slightly, but there was no answer.

The sound of water dripping came from the bathroom, but Tony frowned, looking at the door made of rough frosted glass, there was no moisture at the moment.

It doesn't look like someone is taking a shower.

"Wyatt?"

He repeated, but still got no response.

Tony put down the bandage and ointment, and opened the bathroom door without any hesitation.

The brown-haired young man curled up against the corner of the wall, with his arms around his knees, and the water poured from the shower and fell on the young man.

The young man's hair had been soaked and glued to his cheeks in strands, but his shirt had not been taken off, and the red blood clots that were originally stained by the wound were smeared, and he was in a state of embarrassment.

There is no rising mist in the entire bathroom, and the shower falls with icy cold water.

"--what happens?"

When Tony spoke, his voice felt dry.

Wyatt just lowered his head, the constant dripping water trickled down his hair bit by bit, his right hand rubbed vigorously involuntarily, the cold water slid across his skin, as if it could rub off something.

Tony didn't know what happened to make this usually gentle and calm young man become like this, he even wanted to immediately carry the brunette youth out of the bathroom, wipe him clean and wrap him in his arms.

But Tony didn't. He walked into the bathroom without taking off his suit. He stood under the shower, and then leaned against the wall and sat beside the young man.

This made Wyatt's body tremble involuntarily.

Since he regained his memory, he deliberately avoided Tony, and worked directly with Steve to eradicate one Hydra base after another.

——Even if death is a relief, death still creates a shadow that haunts him.

Wyatt couldn't face Tony.

And Tony didn't seem to notice Wyatt's slight movement, he didn't speak, but just pulled the right hand that the young man had been rubbing constantly.

The strength of the rubbing made Wyatt's fingertips glow abnormally red, and the joints were pale, making his hands extremely cold.

Tony covered his hands, and the heat came from those callused hands, and Wyatt's cold knuckles twitched involuntarily.

Tony pulled his right hand, put it on his lips, and kissed it lightly, with a trace of piety, as if he was kissing the most precious thing in this world.

Without a trace of passion/desire.

The soft touch came from the back of his hand, and Wyatt raised his head, his light gray eyes were full of exhausted despair and numb silence, like broken stars, the light dissipated sadly.

And a little dazed.

He met those caramel-colored eyes, which were filled with the emotion that Wyatt knew clearly, but he didn't dare to touch it at all, and just wanted to turn around and run away.

The temperature came from those warm sugar eyes, and the temperature with that color seemed to burn Wyatt, making him look away in panic for a moment, dodging the inexplicable feeling.

—You are not worthy, Wyatt.

He closed his eyes again to hide the complex emotions, he said in his heart.

You are dying.

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