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The day we first met was just a few days for him, but it had been seven years for Tony.

"Hey." A person hugged him and greeted him with his head resting on his chest.He knew it was Tony.

Zemo felt the fine raindrops hit his face, he raised his hand and gently stroked Tony's hair, and found that his hair was already wet. "Hey," he said, "what's the matter, man, why are you alone in the park at night?"

"It's nothing." Tony said, "It's just...running away from home again."

"Why?" Zemo tried to sit up, and Tony stepped aside and sat next to Zemo.

"After you said it last time, I explained it to my father. It was fine at first, but it got worse and worse. My mother blamed my father for coming home late. She was busy with work and didn't have time to accompany me and her. My father felt that my mother didn't understand him. , his work became more and more busy, and his mother often went out later, she had an affair with—” Tony paused, “a painter, but she didn’t really cheat. My father found out, and he didn’t divorce his mother. ——But the atmosphere at home is getting more and more rigid, and I can't stand it," Tony said, "They quarreled again tonight."

Zemo sat next to Tony in silence, he looked at Tony intently, Tony sniffed: "I don't want them to be like this."

Zemo took Tony's hand.

The night in New York is too cold, that's what Zemo thought on the first night he just entered New York and spent in a rented house. This city full of desire smells like a cold and sinful smell.

After a while, he got off the bench, squatted halfway in front of Tony, and said softly, "You are Tony Stark."

Tony looked up at Zemo, and Zemo took his hands and said firmly, "You are one of the strongest people I have ever met in my life, and nothing can break you."

I crush you except me.

"So just believe in yourself and everything will pass, okay?"

"I'm not going to be broken!" Tony said, his voice lowered, "I'm just a little sad..."

Zemo didn't say a word, he just looked at Tony comfortingly: "Do you want to go?"

They were walking in the park at night holding hands. In the silence, Tony suddenly asked, "Helmut, are your parents on good terms?"

"I don't know," Zemo said. "My mother died when I was four years old, but my father said they had a good relationship. Every time my father came back from hunting, my mother would cook for him. They would be in the village They danced together in the square, and people in the village said they were a sweet couple."

"That's great," Tony said.There was longing in his tone.

"It's not too good." Zemo said, his tone became colder, "When my mother died, he was in so much pain that he even hoped that he would love my mother less, but it didn't help. The more you love Deep, the more painful it is when you lose."

Tony didn't hear the slight change in his tone, he said: "But after all, they have experienced such precious memories."

"Memories can become poisonous needles, and the more beautiful the experience, the more painful it will be when you think about it in the end." Zemo said.

In the next second, he immediately realized that his tone was wrong, and immediately eased back: "But who doesn't look forward to beauty? Such happiness and joy, those feelings will last forever."

"I hope my parents have the same relationship as your parents." Tony said.

"Your parents just had a little conflict, Tony," Zemo said. "They'll work it out."

"Is this the future?" Tony immediately asked excitedly.And Zemo shook his head, his inscrutable smile, "You know, I can't say it."

Tony's smile spread across his face, and Zemo felt his breath stop for a moment, and he knew it was guilt, but he didn't care.

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"Thank you." Tony stopped suddenly, and Zemo also stopped and looked back at Tony. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and he couldn't even see Tony's face clearly.

"You don't have to thank me," Zemo said. "Whatever it is, it's raining heavily. Let's find a hotel to rest."

They walked for a long time to find a small hotel. Both of them were soaked, and the kind lady proprietress agreed to help them dry their clothes. Before that, they were all wearing the nightgowns provided by the hotel.

Tony went to take a shower, and Zemo sat by the bed and read magazines. No matter what era, magazines are nothing more than those contents, celebrity privacy, political disputes, and anecdotes. He is not interested in these, but he still reads them to avoid himself and Society derailed.

When Zemo came back from the shower Tony was already asleep, his body curled up like a baby in the mother's womb. Zemo stood and looked at him for a while, then he turned off the light.Zemo felt the darkness coming in like a tide. He was a little tired and wanted to sleep.

I don't know how long it took, and in a blur, Zemo felt a warm wrist around his waist. While he was still reacting, his neck seemed to be licked by something, and it became a little wet. He immediately realized that Who is it - Tony Stark.But he did not act rashly.

He didn't speak until the part being licked gradually moved down, with doubts: "Tony?"

His mouth was gagged, and Tony grinded his lips for no reason, and it occurred to Zemo that even if the future was good at flirting, Tony probably didn't have any experience at this point.

"Don't talk." Tony said vaguely.

But Zemo still pushed him away, and Zemo sat up on the bed, but Tony didn't give up and began to kiss his chest gently.

"You are only 14 years old, Tony." Zemo said helplessly, "I don't want to violate the law on the protection of minors."

"Oh, it's okay." Tony didn't care, he hugged Zemo tightly, Zemo even felt the pain - "I offended."

Zemo gave up. He had no intention of really stopping Tony Stark. He once thought that he would be the active one in the bed relationship with Tony Stark, which made him spurn himself and doubted that he would Now he doesn't have to worry about whether he can do it in time.

Tony Stark is only 14 years old, he is young in every way, his intelligence, his creativity, his working conditions and his skills.

But he is surprisingly patient, he will ask Zemo how he feels before every action, he cares about Zemo's opinion and feelings very much, Zemo knows that he regards their relationship as lovers rather than Tony Stark's best in the future of - □ □.Tony likes to kiss Zemo, Zemo has lost count of how many times Tony has kissed him, he may only know how to express love with kissing.

Halfway through, Zemo thought of Mary, the night they spent together, and he wondered if Mary would ever forgive him for betraying their feelings for revenge.Bitterness spread in his chest, corroding his remaining kindness and love.

Mary is dead, Zemo doesn't believe in souls, and Mary will know nothing.

"I love you." Finally Tony whispered in his ear, sincere and warm in his arms, and Zemo felt physical tears streaming down his eyes, something screaming inside him.

Tear off your mask, let him see what kind of person you really are, let him see how much you hate him, you don't love him at all.

"Me too, Tony," Zemo said, stroking Tony's face.

Tony laughed, he rubbed against Zemo's neck, and closed his eyes contentedly holding Zemo.

-

Who was Tony talking to when Zemo woke up the next day.

"It's okay Mom, I'm just out to relax. I'm in the hotel."

"It's okay, you don't have to come, I'll be home in the afternoon. I'll take care of it myself, have you seen me starving myself? Well, I love you."

"Goodbye."

Tony hung up the phone and saw that Zemo had woken up. He threw himself on the bed and held Zemo down.

"Hey boyfriend," he said.

"Don't remind me that I just slept with a minor." Zemo rubbed his head, feeling a dull pain in his lower body.

"Oh no, you made a mistake, you were 'being' slept by a minor, the primary and secondary relationship is very important." Tony pretended to be serious, but he couldn't pretend immediately, laughed, and kissed Zemo lips: "I love you."

"You don't have to say that many times, my ears are callused." Zemo got up and found that his clothes were already placed beside the bed.

"That guy from the future doesn't count." Tony said, and he asked, "Do you want to eat anything? I'll call for breakfast—forget it, I'll go buy it myself."

"Whole wheat bread and milk, thanks," Zemo said, and Tony moved his face in front of him, "And then?"

Zemo kissed him on the cheek: "Then you can go."

Tony walked away happily.

Zemo stared at the direction Tony was leaving, and he suddenly discovered something, his performance seemed too natural, his emotions seemed to start to deceive himself, he even felt warmth and joy flowing through his body just now chest cavity.

He too was only weak, but he had to force himself to overcome his weakness, he had to overcome his weakness with memory.

Tony came back with a bag of donuts and whole wheat bread and a large bottle of milk, and he sat at the little table and watched Zemo button up his buttons.

"I saw you had wounds last night," Tony said.

"I used to be a soldier, and Sokovia is not peaceful, which is normal." Zemo said, he sat in front of Tony and began to eat bread.

"Under your arms too."

"When I was excavating the ruins, a steel bar cut through the flesh and blood."

"That must hurt."

"It was painful at the time, but what should pass will pass, the wound