[Shield Iron Fork Winter] Possibility

Summary of this chapter: I didn't understand what you said, but I understood what you didn't say.

For a week after this dinner, Wishbone spent a third of each day in the bathroom.

He thinks he's going to prolapse, but Tony says it's all about love.

"This love is too fucking strong, stronger than laxatives." Wishbone almost slumped on the sofa, not caring at all whether Tony had specially prepared that sofa for Xiao Dong.

With Wishbone's attitude, Tony once wondered to Steve, he really wanted to know if the Winter Soldier said those words to Wishbone a second time, "I think they add up to one plus one is greater than two The same type, that is, the Winter Soldier lacks a tendon, and the wishbone also lacks a tendon, but the two of them put together—" Iron Man clapped his hands—"there are more than two fucking ribs missing."

But Steve said that this is not important, because liking or not is a feeling, even if you don't say it, you should feel it.

Tony agrees.Before Steve confessed, he had indeed vaguely guessed the other party's thoughts, but because of too many uncertainties, he dismissed the idea.

"So I don't feel like you like me," Steve said, "Maybe you don't hate me, but it's definitely not that kind of like."

"Because I will deliberately avoid it." Tony said frankly, "Otherwise I am afraid that I will make a mistake and show the wrong feeling."

Anyone will be afraid.I am afraid that the desire to go further will ruin the relationship that is now in my hands.

But in fact, some things really have to take risks, after all, there are too many possibilities for everything.

Tony hadn't woken up when he received the call from the courier.He randomly scratched in the direction of the voice, and then he grabbed a lump of elastic muscle, he squeezed it along the way, and vaguely asked Steve to give him the phone.

Steve also instinctively reached out and groped, and then passed the machine into the opponent's palm.

How long had he lived in Stark Tower?Can not remember.About two months, about half a year.Probably a little longer, long enough to have developed some tacit understanding.

Wishbone and the Winter Soldier didn't leave either, but everyone knew they had to go anyway.It's just that the time of departure is uncertain, and the location of departure is also uncertain.So I lived like this, and I will be safe when I come.

"Whose?" Steve asked after he woke up and stopped sleeping, and helped Tony put the phone back on the bed.

"I don't know, it's a courier." Tony muttered, and glanced at the edge of the curtain, the sky was already bright.

"Express delivery?" Steve opened the curtain, and the sunlight from outside came in.

Tony narrowed his eyes, randomly found a T-shirt and put it on, "Well, ask Wishbone to get it, I'll go and see what it is."

When Wishbone carried the huge package up cursingly, and accused Stark of why he didn't let the courier take the elevator to the door directly, Tony said that his place is the inner working area—"I treat you as a little partner." I asked you to get it, you can see that you have no sense at all."

Well, if even Iron Man says so, Wishbone has no room for complaint.

He muttered a few more words, took out the key and opened the package.

But when his key touched the address bar, he paused for a moment, because besides Tony Darko, there was a small X in the recipient's place.

The sender is a series of garbled characters, and one can tell at a glance that the name is intentionally hidden.The mailing address was also in New York City, which was in the same area as the Stark Building.

This was a very boring act, but it had to remind Wishbone of a kidnapping case he had seen on the news before.

At that time, only Tony and Wishbone were in the living room. The news said that a middle-level leader of Starkey was kidnapped, but his family members did not receive a call demanding ransom, and a few hours later, the other party appeared staggeringly, clutching his head. In the bustling street.

The man's sanity was still a little blurry, and all he could tell from the intermittent description was that he was suddenly hit with a sap.When he woke up, someone forcibly forced him to ask for Tony Dak's private contact number. After asking for it, he was beaten again, and when he woke up, there was no one around him.

After watching the news, Tony was silent for a while, and then called the employee to express his condolences.Then he hung up the phone, looking sternly at Crossbones.

Crossbones just curled his lips helplessly, "I don't know if it's my original team member, you can't just blame me like this."

"Besides your two followers who are still alive, I just want to know who else can guess that you are also alive, and that the 'iron mask' that accompanied me in and out is you?" Tony asked back.

Wishbone is hard to argue with, after all, Iron Man's speculation seems to make sense.So he had no choice but to admit it, and said with a bitter face - "Okay, I will tell them, don't beat your employees lightly in the future."

And what the wishbone is opening now is probably the one sent from his own hands.

He glanced warily at Stark, and Tony stared at him sharply, too.It seems that he doesn't need to say anything, Iron Man has seen through everything.

But fortunately, after the box was fully opened, there was nothing particularly weird. It was just a brand new accordion, wine red, and looked very elegant.

"Who sent you this?" Steve tried to probe.

But Tony stopped him and prevaricated, "I guess it's some admirer, you know, the similar gifts I receive every year can fill up two warehouses."

As he said that, he took Steve over and picked up any topic to distract the other party's attention, leaving time for Crossbones to check the package.

Apparently the Winter Soldier also noticed something strange, he stepped forward and groped around the edge of the bellows for a while, and then felt a notch at the bottom, he dug it in with his fingers, and a piece of metal fell out of it.

The moment Steve turned his head when he heard the voice, the Winter Soldier stepped on it immediately.Wishbone also continued to grope and check, until Steve let his guard down again.

"A bunch of keys."

Afterwards, Wishbone confessed to Tony, "I don't know where the keys are, but it seems that they are inconvenient to carry them, so I want to keep them temporarily."

Tony looked at the brass key. It was old-fashioned, with copper rust attached to it, which looked very old.But his focus is not on this key, what he sees is the information hidden behind the key.

"You and the Winter Soldier are leaving," Tony said, handing the key back to Wishbone. "I know there are things you have to keep secret, but I know it means you two are leaving soon."

Wishbone gritted his teeth, noncommittal.

Tony was right. Although Wishbone didn't know what the key was for, it was a signal.A call for support, and the origin of the signal is the few friends in Crossbones' life.

"I try not to do things that directly hurt you, you have done so much for me and the Winter Soldier," Wishbone called out to Tony before he left the room, he forced a smile, lowered his head for a while, Taking a deep breath and raising his head again, "I won't—"

"You can't guarantee anything, Brock," Tony didn't let him finish. After the civil war, he knew very well that those promises were too thin and pale-"We were enemies before, and we may be enemies in the future, but We're just friends during this time."

Get rid of all identities and abandon the disputes of the world.There is no division of camps, no hostility of forces.

Just friends.

Just like what the other party said when Tony received a call from Natasha a few days ago.

"We're not together now, but we fought together once, and maybe we all went our separate ways, allied again or continued to be hostile," Natasha said goodbye to Tony before boarding the ship, where Tony could hear a siren bleating in the background Ring——"But we will never forget every day we spend together."

Everything, everyone, every bloodshed side by side, and every silent tear.

Tony didn't fall asleep that night, he opened his eyes and watched the night scene outside the house.

Steve lay still next to him, before wrapping his arms around him.

Neither of them spoke, just felt each other's body temperature and heartbeat, as well as the faint blue light cluster on their chest, until they fell asleep.

During dinner, the Winter Soldier asks Steve if he can play the accordion, and Steve says no.

"How can you get a boyfriend like this, you are just lucky to run into a dead mouse." The Winter Soldier sneered at Steve's survival skills.

Steve clicked his tongue and asked, "Then you will?"

"No," the Winter Soldier replied, pointing to the wishbone, "but he will, so he picked me up, what's the problem?"

Steve and Tony rolled their eyes at the same time, not expressing any opinion on this.

Crossbones also drank two more glasses, and generously put the accordion on his body, playing with his hoarse voice that had been smoked for decades, soaked in wine for decades, and burned several times by fire and gunpowder. , Played and sang a Soviet song.

The tune is very familiar, and the age is also very old.Although the Russian with a strong accent made it difficult for Tony and Steve to hear, they could still understand what was being sung.

He sang about war, about victory, about the sadness of leaving, and about the mixed feelings of reunion.

"So if you have nothing to do, you have to learn a few more musical instruments, which is very helpful to increase your own charm." The Winter Soldier also drank a lot, he talked a lot more than usual, and his logic was much smoother.

It seems that alcohol can help improve the double quotient, and Tony feels that he needs to make a note in his laboratory notebook.

Steve was a little unconvinced, so he also looked at Iron Man sitting next to him, whose neck was flushed from drinking—"Tony, will you?"

I thought Tony would refuse, after all Stark's living environment did not constitute a condition for him to be able to play the accordion.It might be okay to let him play discs, let him know this ancient musical instrument, let him be spared.

Unexpectedly, he put down the wine glass and said with certainty - "Yes, so I got you."

As he spoke, he took the accordion from Wishbone, fiddled with it, adjusted to a more comfortable position, and sang a song in Dutch that none of the three present had heard.

That song is very lyrical and slow.Like Tony telling Steve a story, like Wishbone comforting the Winter Soldier—

I put my body in clothes,

into my legs, my limbs, my body;

But I left my head at home,

When going into town, I'd rather go headless.

No one recognizes my true face,

Only my clothes distinguish me from others;

So I'll wear my favorite hat,

When you saw the hat, you recognized me.

For you, I dress carefully and meticulously,

For you, I have wonderful ideas;

But for you I unmask again;

But for you, I took off my disguise again. *

The other three listened quietly, listening to the words sing their farewell words that they could not utter.But the lyrics didn't say anything, but everyone seemed to understand some subtle things.

Perhaps they will never have the chance to relive such a time, carefree and unscrupulous.Perhaps it is no longer possible for them to sit together in a peaceful and pure manner.But these days have engraved some wonderful traces in their lives, and the single beauty that has nothing to do with identity seems to be okay if they spend a lifetime remembering it.

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