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"Pay attention to the language." Zemo said casually, and then turned Tony's face over, and sure enough, he saw a bright red palm print.

His hand just wanted to move, but it was immediately stopped by reason.

He was just angry about Tony Stark's injury?He was the one who most wanted to hurt Tony.

He wanted to touch Tony Stark's wound to comfort him?What he should do should be to aggravate the wound.

His thoughts, his consciousness had already regarded the young Tony Stark as someone different from Iron Man by default, and he began to like this person who was different from Iron Man.This is dangerous, because over time, maybe his opinion of this Tony Stark will affect his attitude towards Iron Man, which is one of the consequences he does not want to see.

"It's okay, don't cry, just a little injury." Tony said with a smile on his face.

Zemo laughed, he lowered his head and took a deep breath—"Let's go, I'll take you home."

He was Helmut Zemo again, and Tony Jr. was Tony Stark again.

-

According to Tony, he was going to the movies with his classmates, but he was smothered with a handkerchief outside the movie theater and fainted, completely unaware of the situation.

Zemo walked with Tony for a long time before they found Renyan, and they learned that they were still an hour's drive from New York City.

"Call your parents," Zemo said to Tony.

"Then you can't follow?" Tony worried. "Shall I let someone capable come to you?"

"Of course not, no one else can know me, but you still have another birthday." Zemo patted Tony on the shoulder. Tony had grown a lot taller, and he didn't have to bend down to talk to him.

"But I don't have another 11 years old!" Tony reacted greatly, he almost said angrily.

"Tony, now we have no money, no transportation, nothing, for your safety, we better call your parents and ask them to pick you up, then you go home, I will still be by your side next year wait for you, okay?"

"No!" Tony said firmly. "I've been waiting for a year!"

Zemo sighed, the feeling of wanting to strangle Tony Stark finally came back—"Then what do you say?"

"Then we... just stay here for a day!" Tony said.

Zemo looked at the sky, the sun was almost setting.He looked at Tony again.

"No." Tony walked to the street, squatted down dissatisfied, with a face of resistance.

"Tony, we will meet every day in the future, don't get entangled here, okay?" Zemo walked to Tony's side, squatted down, and said softly.

"I don't fucking care how many times I see you every day in the future, I've been waiting for a year anyway." Tony whispered, "The plans are all arranged, the tickets are already booked, and Mom still laughs at me looking for a girlfriend , I learned how to drive and found the most beautiful viewpoint...it's all because of those two idiots."

"Perhaps I can find my way to your house myself?"

"Do you know where my home is?" Tony's eyes lit up.

"Well, I know." Zemo said the correct place name.

Tony reluctantly agreed to call, and he was picked up, with Zemo watching him from the corner.

-

"And then at ten o'clock the next night, he knocked on my window," Tony said, his eyes seeming to twinkle.

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Tony rushed into Zemo's arms with unprecedented strength, and Zemo's smile couldn't stop rising.

"You smell so sweaty." Tony said disgustedly.

"Then can you let go?"

"Do not."

-

Tony fell asleep holding Zemo's hand. Zemo looked at Tony Stark's sleeping face. Compared with last year, his face was thinner, and he began to look like Iron Man.

Maybe he shouldn't keep thinking about what unforgivable thing he did. In short, he will know that thing at a certain time, because history has fixed it anyway.

-

"So Zemo... saved you?" Wanda asked.

"Of course, after all, there is no record of me being kidnapped in the future. I told my parents that I just passed the bus stop."

"But why did Zemo save you? Maybe someone else will save you. If history is fixed, then no matter what he does, he can't change history. And you told me that he stabbed a fruit knife into the kidnapper's body, Why does he do these unnecessary things?" The captain frowned.

"Then I don't know. Maybe he's just sadistic, which suits him." Tony Stark said seemingly indifferently.

memories (11)

"I told them everything." Tony sat across from Zemo, who looked at him thoughtfully.

"Every time you meet me, you cheat on me, your disguise, the first time we go to bed..."

"Oh I slept with you," Zemo sneered, "that's disgusting."

Tony Stark stared at him blankly, and continued in the next second: "I don't know where you have progressed, anyway, you are useless now, I just came to tell you that we will never We met alone."

"You're such a bad fake, you know you look like you're going to cry now?" Zemo said cruelly and sarcastically.

"You're lying." Tony Stark pursed his lips.

"You can see your face through the glass." Zemo narrowed his eyes and shook his head, "Be honest Tony Stark, do you have some kind of mental problem, like, I mean, masochist Or having an abnormal liking for a certain thing or something. I mean, I wasn’t that attached to a middle-aged guy when I was 11.”

"Do you do this every time we meet?" Tony asked.

"I have to say, every time I see your hurt face, it makes me happy. Of course, it's not enough."

"Bastard." Tony Stark stood up, and he said every word, but there was no anger or viciousness.

The corner of Zemo's mouth rose under rational control: "My honor."

Zemo stood up, and when Tony walked to the door, he suddenly turned around, his hands resting on the cold isolation table, and he asked quickly: "Why did you hurt the kidnapper with a fruit knife at that time, you just rescued me That’s fine, why do extra things.”

Zemo's face changed, his smile froze on his face, and he was silent for three seconds, he was about to open his mouth——

"Stop, needless to say." Tony stopped Zemo's words, and he turned and left again.And Zemo clenched his fists and stared in the direction of the door.

Does he have anger in his heart?Yes, but more of a panic.

Zemo returned to the cell. He walked slowly to the window step by step. He stood by the window, watching the blood-red sunset outside, and suddenly spoke.

"Tony Stark created Ultron."

"Ultron, created by Tony Stark, destroyed Sokovia."

"Tony Stark created Ultron."

His tone was flat, as if he was reading the narration of a play.

"Ultron, created by Tony Stark, destroyed Sokovia."

-

For the next few hours, Zemo fell into the darkness of sleep almost immediately.

Reality is meaningless to him, and now he just wants to complete Tony Stark's past as soon as possible, and he wants to know what he did to make Tony Stark so angry.

When he opened his eyes, what he saw was not the ceiling of Tony's room, but a metal dome.

Has anything happened to Tony Stark?He ponders with doubts.

He got up, but didn't find any shadow of Tony Stark, he only saw a girl.He frowned and looked at the person who was less than one meter away from him.

The girl sat on a heavy metal chair, several metal hose pipes were suspended five centimeters from her skin, motionless against the law of gravity.She lowered her head, as if in a coma, behind her——

There was a dark blue crack behind her, emitting light particles constantly, and Zemo's breath was suffocated, not only because of the crack that didn't look normal at all, but also because of the black mist surrounding him and the girl, they According to visual estimates, there are no less than twenty.

As he had seen before, the black mist was in the shape of a human being, but they seemed to be confused by something. They turned around three meters away with Zemo and the girl as the center, but they didn't find two big living people in front of them.

Zemo turned his head immediately, frowning at the girl in front of him.

"Hello." He said loudly, trying to wake the girl up.

The girl didn't move.

He took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and carefully wanted to touch the girl's body, but in the next second, he was hit by a huge shock—his eyes were almost white, the shock made him suffocate, and finally waited until the feeling of being oppressed disappeared, He gasped for breath immediately, but found that the scenery around him had changed.

"Were you in a shootout or something before you came here?" Tony Stark sat cross-legged on the other side of the bed, his eyes gleaming happily.

"It's nothing." Zemo got up and rubbed his temples. After the pain and suffocation eased a little, he looked at Tony. "You are 12 years old this year, right?"

"Something like 12, 13, 14 or whatever." Tony jumped under the bed. "Hey do you want to swim?"

He pointed out the window.

Only then did Zemo realize that it was already daytime outside, and it looked like he was a little late again.

God's watchmaker really needs another one.

"Swimming?" Zemo got up. He walked outside the window and found that Tony must have moved. The scenery outside the window was quite different from before. Looking down, it was a swimming pool with rippling water.

"Are you serious?" Zemo knew what Tony Stark wanted to do,