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This is the first time a child has said that to me—where is this place? "

"My room," Tony said, standing up, just half a body taller than the sitting Zemo.He ran to turn on the light, and the sudden brightness made Zemo block the light with his hands.

After adapting to the light, he opened his eyes, Tony Stark's room was not much different from other boys his age.A few robots were strewn about the floor, his warm yellow bedside table had been moved out of its place with a box of finished pasta on it, and the curtains were half drawn to hang on the wall facing Zemo. A round clock with hands just past twelve.

"Who the hell are you?" Little Tony sat down next to him again, but this time there was an extra bag of potato chips in his hand, and he chewed and chewed.

Before Zemo could speak, he thought to himself: "Could it be that you are my imaginary friend? You were gone when I turned around last time. It is impossible to be a real person."

"Or is it a birthday present? Well, who gave it to you? Anyway, can anyone see you except me?" Little Tony touched his face, "Well, Wen's." He said, "It's not a vampire. "

Zemo watched little Tony talking to himself.

It's so funny to see that Tony Stark is so naive, stupid, and fanciful.

"I'm from the future." Zemo said suddenly.

Little Tony fell silent, his eyes widening as if in shock.

"Wow—" he whispered, "that's pretty cool."

"You trust me?" Zemo asked.

"Why did you lie to me?" Little Tony asked strangely.

"Okay, go on," Zemo said, "I'm from the future, and I don't know why I'm here, by your side. It was your birthday. I mean, I just saw you the other day over you."

"This is so cool!" Little Tony jumped up excitedly, "This must be time and space—or whatever it is. You were at another time, on the other side, and then suddenly came here, and then spent time with me Went back after my birthday! It was like a birthday present!"

Then he leaned over: "What about my future? Is it famous? For sure! I'm a genius—"

"No," Zemo said, "Tony, I can't tell you about the future."

Little Tony blinked and sat next to him again: "Sounds reasonable, if you know the future, what's so interesting about being alive." He handed the potato chips in front of Zemo, "What about you? What kind of veteran are you? ?”

"I'm a retired Special Forces soldier," Zemo said. "I served in Sokovia."

"Sokovia?" Little Tony thought for a while, "There is no such place in the United States."

"It's in Europe," Zemo said. "I left it and went to America to find a job."

"Oh," Tony nodded, and then he suddenly said, "Then you are now, I mean, how old are you in this time and space? I can go to you and make friends or something."

"No, Tony," Zemo said, ruffling Tony's hair. "I don't remember you being friends with me, so you can't go to me. We can't change the past."

"Why?" Little Tony asked.

"Because something might happen—" Zemo said, "something bad, I don't know."

"Okay." Little Tony replied, his mouth pursed.

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The college entrance examination lasted for [-] days and ended in March.

memories (5)

"Today is your birthday." Zemo said, "Do you have any plans?"

Tony pursed his lips: "Mom wants me to invite my classmates to the party, or friends or something." He shrugged, "But I don't want to, they are not my friends-let me take you to your secret base!"

Zemo was stunned for a few seconds, unable to understand Tony's jumping thinking for a while, Tony had already held his hand when he was stunned, and said excitedly: "Do you know Doctor Who? I like his sonic screwdriver! So I Made one myself, and I've made a bunch of other stuff, they look amazing, some of them I haven't designed yet, but..."

While chattering in a low voice, he led Zemo through the hallway and living room of the house, and arrived outside a dilapidated cabin in the backyard.

This should be the place where the homeowner repairs the machinery used to store sundries or mow the lawn, but as Tony excitedly took the key and unlocked it and pushed the door open, Zemo saw a rudimentary studio.

"Dang Dang Dang Dang! Tony. Great. Stark's incomparable secret base!"

Zemo stepped into the room lightly and couldn't help laughing.

It is completely different from Tony Stark's future high-tech, fully transparent laboratory. This secret base seems to be a child's stick figure. Some lawn mowing tools have not been completely removed on the wooden shelves around it, and some machines are placed in the middle. Parts, old copper wires, blunt scissors and other things were placed on the wooden table in a mess, and there was a small bench under the table, presumably because Tony was not tall enough to freely operate in front of the table.

"What are you laughing at?" Tony asked.

"Thinking of you in the future." Zemo said, he restrained his smile. "Tsk." This made Tony sigh impatiently, "You can't underestimate me now just because of my future achievements."

As expected of Tony Stark, only nine years old, his arrogance and eloquence were enough to surprise Zemo.

"Absolutely not," Zemo shook his head, squatting down beside Tony, "just thinking, I have a chance to laugh at your future self."

"You will be beaten to pieces!" Tony said firmly, but then he stopped worrying about his future self, ran to the table, reached out and picked up a screwdriver-"Sonic screwdriver! He said loudly, and pressed a switch on it. Zemo saw a blue light emitting from the top of the screwdriver, accompanied by a buzzing sound, but it was very similar to Doctor Who's sonic screwdriver—of course, it was only similar in shape, winding around No matter how genius Tony Stark is, it is impossible to create a genuine sonic screwdriver at the age of nine.

"You are indeed the most talented person I have ever seen." Zemo said, there was no place to sit around, so he still stood, and Tony Stark introduced him to his various small machines-can walk and sing robot, a metal ball that rolls automatically, a radio that he assembled himself, and even a radio that can receive signals from Brazilian radio stations...

Zemo was quietly listening. He didn't express any opinions, and Tony Stark might not be willing to listen to him. He didn't have much interest in these baby machines—but think about it, this is Tony Stark's heart A corner of the world, he needs to understand these.

Just as Tony was excitedly introducing his babies, Zemo suddenly got up and hid behind the storage shelf. The next second Tony was confused, he heard a female voice—"Tony!"

"Oh," Tony broke down, "how could they come back in the middle of the night!"

He pouted and said to Zemo behind the storage shelf: "It's my mother, you stay here for a while, I'll come to you right away."

Zemo nodded at him.

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Tony Stark's Immediately kept Zemo waiting for quite a while, which is to be expected, at such a young age he will still be governed by his parents, and therefore free to move - that is, really, Immediately to him A secret base is almost impossible.

Zemo sat in the shadow of the cabin and looked at the moon outside the window. He liked to look at the distance when he was a child. He stood on the grain pile, the top of the barn, and the crown of the tree. Once he almost fell down when he was climbing a tree. He was strong. His father caught him.

In his childhood memories, his father was always strong. His father was a hardworking farmer. Whenever Zemo thought of him, the first thing Zemo thought of was the smell of sweat and animal fur, and the dust covered his father's jacket.Zemo remembers that as he grew up, his father grew older, his muscles atrophied a little bit, his brown beard gradually turned white, and he was no longer keen on hunting and fighting fierce horses.Because his son joined the army in Sokovia, he sold his farm and bought a house on the outskirts of the capital, Sokovia, where he lived with the Helmuts.

Maybe he should have let his father stay on the farm, Zemo thought vaguely, so at least he wouldn't lose everyone.

He was numb to the memory of the disaster, the dead bodies lying at his feet, the cries of the bereaved still ringing in his ears.He looked over the ruins—he didn't know how he still had the strength to get over them—and saw a hand with a wedding ring protruding beyond the collapsed concrete slab not far away, and he would have hated that the excellent eyesight he had honed as a child At a glance, he saw the pale hand glowing with death through the crowd of rescuers.

The wedding ring was platinum with diamonds and a small white pearl in the center that Zemo had put on Mary's hand on the wedding day, and the other wedding ring was on Zemo's finger .

Zemo stood there, and he walked over, peeling away the bricks like crazy, he couldn't remember how long he was crazy, but the moment he saw Mary's face, he passed out.

When he woke up, it was already dawn. The junior officer pointed out the corpses of his wife, children and father. He went to his hometown to bury them. On the way home, he heard many things. People in the city were safe and sound. An emergency entered the city and escaped; a mother survived the disaster, but her son was burned alive in the fire caused by it after the disaster. The rescuers did not catch up and she was unable to lift hundreds of pounds of concrete. board, she watched her child die in the sea of ​​fire, and shouted "Mom, save me" in the end, she lost her voice.