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"No!" Tony rushed over, but only touched a void, and his hand passed through the solid.

"Turn off the screen!" the real Tony ordered.

"Tony, this is just a video!" The Scarlet Witch turned on the projection again.

"You don't know anything! You stupid girl!" Tony yelled at Scarlet Witch, but he still looked at the screen.

The camera cuts to the other side, still the glass wall, Zemo is on the other side of the glass looking into the room below, Tony Stark is strapped to a chair in the very center of the room, and he's screaming "NO!— —".

"Without your help," Zemo exaggerated gratefully when a strange-looking guy in a well-fitting suit and ugly smoky makeup appeared, "we would There must be no way to capture Tony Stark."

"Your understanding of Tony Stark has helped us a lot," said the man.

Zemo stared down emotionlessly, "Of course," he said, "Love blinds you, but hate, hate makes you awake."

A few seconds later there was that hateful, hateful black and white sign saying "Failed Avengers - Part [-], airing in three days"

Tony Stark left the conference room without saying a word.

-

Zemo was taken to the villa, painted pure white, much like his old home, only bigger—he shouldn't be thinking about it, he couldn't breathe.

He was taken into a room where surveillance cameras were installed in the four corners of the room, and the lenses flashing dark red light turned around with time.

The room was once a cozy living room, judging by the warm color of the wall coverings, but it has now been evacuated, leaving only a small bed covered in white sheets.

Zemo walked to the window with a dense metal grid. He tried to touch his collar. The collar had been assimilated into the temperature of his body. He touched the metal grid and found that there was no electricity on it.

There was the sound of a lock being unlocked outside the door, and Zemo looked back, wondering what happened.Then he saw Tony Stark.

The other party stood in front of the door without taking any precautions. He was only wearing a pure white T-shirt and jeans.

"Hi." Tony Stark said, "Long time no see."

Zemo stared at him blankly.

"I don't think a day is a long time," he said.

"That's right," Tony Stark smiled for some reason, and Zemo didn't know how he could still laugh. He said, "A day is not a long time."

Zemo approached him, he was puzzled to find that Tony Stark did not hide, his body trembled slightly, he stared at Zemo with angry and hurt eyes, Zemo didn't know why he had such complicated behavior Emotions - just to a stranger you just met.

Zemo and him got closer and closer, Tony Stark showed a confused expression, until Tony Stark suddenly showed a sober look on his face, and he wanted to back away suddenly.But Zemo was one step ahead of him and grabbed his neck with his hands.

Tony Stark began to struggle, and Zemo watched his struggle with unemotional eyes, increasing the strength in his hands.

Tony Stark grabbed Zemo's hand on his neck, but it was useless, he couldn't stand against Zemo without armor.His face was red from lack of oxygen, but there was no anger or panic in his eyes on Zemo, only sadness and hatred.

Tony Stark's struggle gradually lost strength, and Zemo stared into the other's big brown eyes, and then he felt severe pain and numbness in his neck.

He passed out.

-

Zemo woke up, he felt the fresh smell of rain in the air and the coolness on his face, he opened his eyes, and what appeared in front of him was a piece of black—or rather, a black umbrella surface.

He blinked.

"Oh, so you're awake." A childish voice came, and Zemo raised his head slightly, and saw a little boy with short brown hair staring at him.

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The little boy is holding an umbrella, sitting beside him, they are now on a park bench, and Zemo is lying on the bench.

He—wasn't he in that villa?He remembered that he almost, almost strangled Tony Stark to death. Although this was not his ultimate goal, it was a small part of completion.

He sat up and rubbed his head, which still hurt a little.

"Say something." The boy said suddenly.Zemo didn't respond a bit: "What?"

"Say something," the boy said. "I want to talk."

Zemo lowered his hand so that it rested on his chin, and he tilted his head to the boy. "What do you want to talk about?"

"I don't know, it should be you looking for a topic."

"Why am I looking for a topic? You want to chat."

"But you are older than me," the boy said confidently, "and I held an umbrella for you, you should find a topic first."

Zemo didn't know how he came to this conclusion, but it didn't stop him from doing what the boy wanted.

"Well—" he thought for a while, "how did you meet me?"

"I'll come here, and you'll lie here. When it starts to rain, I'll sit here and protect you from the rain—no, don't ask these, ask something interesting." The boy pouted dissatisfied.

"Okay," Zemo said, "Do you like Iron Man?"

"Iron Man?" The boy's eyes lit up, "I like this name, what is it?"

"You don't know Iron Man?" Zemo was a little surprised.

"Yes, who knows who he is, is it the protagonist in some stupid animation?" The little boy put his hand without an umbrella on his waist, "I don't watch those."

Looks like a pompous brat, Zemo thought.

"So? What is Iron Man?" the little boy said, dissatisfied with Zemo's silence.

"Iron Man..." Zemo paused, "He is a superhero. He has countless sets of steel armor that can help him complete any mission."

"Whoa!" the boy said, "that's cool! I've always wanted that steel armor too, you know, the kind that fires laser cannons—Biu—" He held up his hand, pretending he'd just fired One shot.

Zemo smiled: "His armor can release laser cannons, as well as other weapons. He has a blue cold nuclear reactor heart, which can continuously maintain power for his armor."

"He is really a genius!" The boy praised without hesitation, but then he immediately coughed again—"But one day, he will still fall behind me, and I will definitely be able to create something more genius."

Zemo didn't respond to the boy's words, he looked at the rain screen silently.

"So you are a soldier, serving or retired?" the boy asked suddenly.

Zemo was surprised: "How do you know?"

"Your movements, when our family occasionally receives officers, they basically sit like this," the boy straightened up, "the back is straight."

That happened to be the right guess, and Zemo relaxed, "Yes, I am a veteran, and now I am a vagrant."

If trying to subvert the Avengers isn't a profession, well, it isn't, even if countless idiots die doing it.

"Oh, Veteran." The boy's legs wobbled, seemingly out of boredom, and Zemo noticed he was only wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, and it was getting colder.

He took off his gray coat and put it on the boy.

"Hey! Don't treat me like a child!" The boy sniffed dissatisfied.

"Okay." Zemo spread his hands, "so why would a mature adult stay in the park on a rainy day instead of going back home?"

"I'm in a bad mood," said the boy sullenly. "I'm running away from home."

"why?"

"Why else? Isn't there just a few reasons for running away from home?" The boy stared at him with a look of "God, why are you so stupid", "Today is my birthday, but my dad said he can't come, I just ran away from home to see if he still remembers my son. Just now I called his secretary with a voice changer and asked him what he was doing," the boy snorted, "Of course, he is working, but the worst Do you know what it is? I asked his secretary if he knew that his son had run away from home, and his secretary said, yes, he knew, and he had sent someone to look for it—send someone to him! His son has run away from home, won't he move his buttocks out of that office!"

The boy said indignantly that at such a young age, he already knew quite adult language.

Zemo said: "Does your father not value you?"

"He sees that I haven't seen half of his company." The boy snorted coldly.

"Your father must have loved you," Zemo patted the little boy's head, the way his brown hair felt reminded him of William. "Maybe he can't express it, but he must love you. There is no father who doesn't love his children."

The little boy glanced at him, "You are so idealistic and naive."

Zemo couldn't help laughing: "Yes, oh yes, I haven't asked your name yet, what's your name?"

The little boy raised his head: "What's your name?"

"My name is Helmut Zemo, what about you?" Zemo asked.

"Tony," the little boy held out his hand, "Tony Stark."

"Oh," he looked at Zemo's instantly stiff face, "you've heard of me."

-

"Mr. Stark, we watched the surveillance video." The female agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. turned around from the glass, "When Helmut Zemo approached you, why did you