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Grieving but powerless.

While recording these events, he watched the ode to the Avengers on TV.

They saved the world again.

No one knows who created Ultron.

But I know.

Zemo declassified the S.H.I.E.L.D. files, and he knew it.

He knew who was the source of the evil, Tony Stark, the murderer.

Bruce Banner, the one who gave the sword.

The Avengers, the accomplices.

Zemo looked at his palm in the wooden house, and there was a faint scar running through it. This is the flesh and flesh that was cut when he pulled apart the steel bar, and it was a pale witness of the disaster.

He closed his eyes, as if smelling the smell of disinfectant in the ruins again. When he was walking in the ruins at noon, he heard countless wailing, the buried survivors were shouting for help, and the hot weather made people feel almost melted .

At night, he couldn't hear anything, and the young soldier next to him cried and said, "They must have been rescued, rescued..."

No.

Zemo thought.

They are dead.

And he knew who was to blame for it.

memories (6)

It was the sound of the door being pushed open that woke him up, and the young Tony Stark came in like a thief holding a tray with sandwiches.

"Hey, I made you breakfast." Tony put the plate beside him, sat cross-legged beside him, looked at him with bright eyes: "I made the sandwich myself!"

Zemo stared at the face of Tony Stark. He seemed to see Iron Man 30 years later through this immature face. His painful and pale face, the look of nostalgia and confusion, and the pair of brown eyes that are no longer innocent — "Why don't you talk?" Tony asked, frowning.

"I thought about the future," Zemo said, and then, as if trying to hide something, he picked up the sandwich and took a bite.

Lemon juice let go, a bit sour, but still a delicious sandwich.

"Delicious." He praised.

"I kind of hate this," Little Tony shook his head, "You know everything about the future, but I can't ask you anything."

Zemo hooked his lips: "Tony, you will understand that sometimes the unknown is the best, which shows hope. The known cannot be changed."

"But whether it's unknown or known, the future is certain. The only difference is whether you know that future." Tony stuffed a sandwich in his mouth, and he said bulgingly.

"But people like to explore and be full of hope. Think about it, if I tell you everything about your future right now, what's the point of living?" Zemo touched the side of Tony's head, "Our whole life We’re all exploring the unknown, we never know what’s going to happen on the road ahead, and that’s what gives life meaning.”

"So the known future doesn't make sense?" Tony seemed to be struggling to comprehend the words.

"No, everything has its own meaning. The known future is not meaningless," Zemo thought for a while, "it is hopeless. If the future is known, it is no different from the past, and the past,"

At that moment, Zemo's mind flashed the ring, the face of the mother who watched the child die without knowing it, those disappearing wailing.

"The past was hopeless." He finally said, looking down at Tony Stark's young face, the corner of the boy's mouth was covered with salad dressing, his lips were half-open, listening to Zemo's words as if fascinated.

"Then I'd better not know," Tony said thoughtfully after recovering, took another bite of the sandwich, and pushed a glass of milk in Zemo's direction.

"Do you have a wife or children?" Tony asked suddenly, and then he immediately picked up his own words, "You probably don't. If you did, you wouldn't leave your hometown to find a job in the United States."

He was half right.

"I did," Zemo said, "but they died in the war."

Tony's eyes widened - "What happened?"

The Ultrons you created, the wars you caused killed them—

"Sokovia had a lot of civil wars," Zemo said. "They died in one of those wars, and I was heartbroken and smuggled out of Sokovia."

"My God." This incident obviously gave Tony a lot of shock, but he immediately grabbed Zemo's hand and asked, "Then do you know who killed them?"

Future you, Tony Stark.

"I don't know, war is merciless, Tony," Zemo stared into Tony Stark's eyes, "sometimes you never know who is really guilty."

"It's weird," said Tony, who was too young to understand Zemo's words. After he finished his sandwich and started his daily work, Zemo saw him holding a simple homemade mask on his face. Modified a dilapidated radio in a decent manner.

"If I succeed in transforming this into a computer," Tony said proudly, "the speed of this computer can reach ten calculations per second!"

Zemo half-kneeled on the ground, he quietly watched Tony's every move, and smiled at him when the other party raised his head, Zemo saw the sun shining on the floor of the wooden house through the woods, Tony was shocked because of the correct return of a part Cheered softly.

Zemo seemed to see the reflection of the sun in his eyes.

The current Tony Stark is too young, and Zemo suddenly thought that he is too young, and a young man can't bear anything.

Tony took advantage of the nanny to go out at noon, and excitedly took Zemo's hand and showed Zemo around their house. He held a sonic screwdriver and pretended to press every door he opened, and then pushed the door open by himself, pretending to be happy. It looked like a sonic screwdriver had opened the door.

The Starks didn't come home that night, but they sent a huge birthday cake, Tony ate up the top layer of cream, and left all the fruit for Zemo.

"Tony, you have to go to bed." Zemo sat by Tony's bed and said to the child who was still fiddling with the alarm clock.

"Oh no," Tony wailed, "sleeping is boring!"

"It's also necessary." Zemo said, he saw Tony reluctantly moved onto the bed, and glared at him dissatisfied from under the covers.So he patted Tony's quilt, "How about this, let me tell you a story."

"Is it about the future?" Tony asked immediately.

"No." Zemo's answer made him lose his spirit.

"It's about a group of superheroes," Zemo said, and Tony snorted, "I don't need a fairy tale bedtime story."

"In order to better protect the world, superheroes formed a group called the Avengers."

Tony fell silent.

"The Avengers is composed of many excellent heroes. There is a super soldier whose physical strength and mind are four times that of ordinary people. There is a genius physicist who has built himself one after another indestructible armor."

"Iron Man!" Little Tony excited.

Zemo gently rubbed his hair, and continued: "A beautiful and fierce female agent, a male agent with good marksmanship, a god from an alien world, a monster that grows bigger and green when angry ...their power is far beyond that of ordinary people, so they tend to ignore what happened in this world, and what the world has become because of them."

Tony's eyes grew heavy, and finally he let out a small yawn, breathing evenly.

Zemo slowly put his hand over Tony Stark Jr.'s slender neck, his expression became icy, but after a few seconds, he removed his palm and just slid his hand across Tony's face.

"That's the mistake they made," Zemo said softly, "and they will pay the price sooner or later."

The clock struck twelve.

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movie (3)

Zemo opened his eyes.

White roofs, white walls, cold iron windows, gray prison uniforms, and white collars around the neck.

He stood up and said, "I want to see Tony Stark."

-

Peter Parker blinked.

"That's not true." He snapped the laptop shut.

"Everyone knows it's not true, don't worry Peter." Scott sat on the sofa, eating popcorn while looking at the picture on the computer screen in his hand. On it, Peter Parker and Helmut Zemo were The Golden Gate Bridge kisses each other in the sunset. If you ignore the identities of the two protagonists, it is a very beautiful picture in terms of color and composition.

"I'm going to make this a computer background." Scott snapped his fingers.

"Oh, you won't." Peter shook his head slightly in horror.

"I will." Scott Lang smiled, and he blocked Peter's hand that rushed to snatch the computer in the next second, and a fight was ready to go——

"Can you calm down?" Iron Man said indifferently.Scott and Peter stopped immediately.

The latest movie came out, with the same Zemo protagonist, the same description of his complex psychological activities and the ultimate miraculous redemption, but the protagonist was replaced by Iron Man and Spider-Man.

[The story begins with Peter Parker’s daily life. He was woken up by the alarm clock, dressed and left the room, said good morning to Aunt May, picked up a sandwich and went out with his schoolbag on his back. When he went out, he saw the neighbor across the door was about to leave home , he said: "Mr. Zemo! Good morning! Are you going to work?"

"Yeah," Helmut Zemo's face appeared on the screen. While locking the door, he tilted his head and smiled at Peter: "Isn't it, people always have to live."

Bright colors, bright sunshine, bright everything.

The movie turned to Zemo's perspective again. He picked up his plain backpack and was wearing a dusty overalls, walking on the side of the road in Queens, New York.Then wait for the bus