[Zhongyingmei] The correct posture of the villain's whitewashing

Perhaps it was Jarvis's order, and Clumsy raised two cups of steaming coffee with his mechanical arm. Stark sat on his special chair, with his knees slightly bent and stepping on the pedal under the chair, with one hand resting on the On the lap, the other hand is holding the rim of the coffee cup and shaking it gently.

Dai Ze was holding the cup, steaming white air hit his face, and the heat spread throughout his body through the fingertips pinching the rim of the cup, dispelling the cool chill in the workshop.

"Do you remember when we first met?"

"When you asked me about my height and I said I wore height increasing insoles?"

"...No, when we were surrounded by Baron Strucker in that house."

"The first impression you gave me at that time was narcissism, frivolity, exaggeration, and cool. Facts have proved that my vision of people has never been too biased."

Daze said so, and looked up at Stark: "Tony Stark, thinker, genius, playboy, so high-profile that he wants to let the whole world know that you are Iron Man."

Unable to comprehend the meaning of Dazzle's words, Starkey stared down at his coffee cup, which reflected the overhead lights and his face indistinctly.

"I want you to remember what you were like before, and then see—"

"What do you look like now?"

The originally peaceful atmosphere was completely broken by this sentence.

Seemingly understanding his reason for coming, Stark put away the forced smile on his face, and said lightly, "It's fine as it is now."

"Jarvis said you haven't been to the Avengers for five days."

Stark was silent for a moment, put down the coffee cup and took out the phone from his pocket: "Have you had lunch, how is Uncle John?"

"Fry should be blowing up your phone."

Stark looked at the phone screen and frowned: "He didn't even open the door. Has the boss been to Valentine's Day?" He looked at his watch again, "It's obviously a week before Valentine's Day."

Daze gently pulled the phone out of Stark's hand and put it aside, then held Stark's face in his hands and forced him to turn his face to look at him: "Look at me, running away won't solve the problem, Tony."

Stark showed a funny expression of "you're making me laugh", he took Daize's wrist and gently tore it off, then rubbed his face, crossed his lips with two fingers, and put one hand on the workbench to hold his hand. Chin, the other hand propped between the seat and the legs, looked at Daize for half a minute before speaking: "You should trust me, I can handle these problems well."

"So the way you deal with problems is to miss work, avoid reality, don't answer the phone, stay at home, and work with these mechanical parts in the dark, and then make yourself—" Dazzle glanced at Stark up and down, " Mess?"

Stark laughed exaggeratedly: "Absenteeism? This is the first time that this word is so unsuitable for me. I heard clearly that I am my own boss, and SHIELD invited me, but I have paid your wages until now, so You call that work?"

The man assumed a posture of negotiating with someone. He subconsciously tugged on his tie, but it only reached the collar of his loose shirt, so he had to put down his hand in embarrassment: "I'll take care of it, sooner or later."

Dazzle looked at him: "What are you going to do about it. Are you going to kill the Winter Soldier?"

The word Winter Soldier seems to have touched a taboo on Stark, he faced Dazzle, his gentle and charming eyes were filled with anger and disbelief at that moment: "He killed my parents, Why can't I kill him? You want to stop me too? Convince me that my parents are dead, so I should let him go?"

"But it was Hydra that killed them."

Stark smiled sarcastically: "What's the difference?"

Dai Ze moved his Adam's apple: "I used to be a hydra too."

After a pause, he said again: "What if I was the one who was arranged to act that time?"

As if all his strength had been drained suddenly, Stark sat back on the chair again, he lowered his head and rubbed between his brows: "Don't be kidding, you weren't even born then."

Dai Ze lowered his eyes: "I am not asking you to compare anything, nor am I forcing you to make a choice."

He said softly: "I just don't want you to do something that you will regret, no matter what it is, no matter who it is, no matter what it is."

"I don't want to see you hurt."

After finishing speaking, both of them fell silent.

The room was so quiet that only the second hand of the wall clock on the wall could be heard.

Stark looked up at the ceiling, and it was a long, long time before he spoke.

"I never thought they would die."

He looked at Daize again, his voice was a little hoarse and his expression was numb.

"They were just like before that day. They dressed up and went out. Before going out, they kissed my forehead and asked me to stay at home alone."

Stark narrated all this calmly, sitting there motionless, with his head tilted and looking at Howard's face on the light screen on the table.

"He is very indifferent, he never said that he loves me, never said that he likes me, I thought it was because I didn't do well enough, but obviously I have done my best, hard work."

"I've always felt that he wasn't a good father, and I thought that for a second before hearing about their deaths, and I thought that for a long time afterwards."

"Until I saw one time, he said that his greatest creation, now and in the future, is me."

The hand he pressed between his brows gradually changed to covering half of his face, as if he could cover up his abnormal fragility by doing so.

"I didn't make it to see him for the last time."

Dai Ze looked at the man in front of him who obviously didn't cry, but made people feel the sadness lingering in him even more than crying. All the words and words of comfort that he had already thought up seemed to be stuck in his throat. Can't even say a word.

He couldn't stop his nose from getting sore, rubbed his dry eyes, and silently stepped forward to embrace Stark.

Man is a strange and contradictory creature.When I am alone, I will act extraordinarily strong, and no one will watch when I cry, so I get used to not crying.No one will listen to the pain, so I learned to be patient.No one will comfort you when you complain, so I learned to bear it.

But there is another person by my side, whether it is a relative, a friend, or anyone who can rely on, this kind of strength seems to disappear. The more dependable, the more sensitive, and the more comforting, the more vulnerable.

No matter how much armor he has, he has only one person.

Feeling the moisture on his neck, Daize reached out and patted his back slowly.

Venting emotions is a quick but long-term process. It was not until the sun outside the window was close to the sea level, and the setting sun burned through half of the sky, that Stark's muffled voice came from his arms.

"I don't want to go back to the league for now."

Dai Ze couldn't help laughing.

As if coaxing a child in his 40s, he nodded and said, "Okay, then I won't go."

There was another long silence.

The setting sun completely sank to the bottom of the sea, and the sea breeze was chilly. When Daze felt his shoulders were numb and retreated slightly, he realized that Stark had already fallen asleep leaning on his shoulders.

He had no choice but to send his shoulders up again, and then shouted in a low voice: "Jarvis."

It seemed that Lao Jia, who had been on standby for an unknown amount of time, immediately appeared in front of the two of them in Stark's armor.

"You say, sir."

Daze glanced at Stark and motioned, "Help me, we should let him sleep on the bed instead of the workshop."

"Yes, sir."

So the two quietly moved him to his room.

After they could no longer be seen in the workshop, there was a thud outside the window.

It was the sound of wine bottles being thrown into the sea.

Hancock, who had been squatting on the balcony outside the window for a whole day, stood up and loosened his muscles and bones. Due to his haste, the man who was much taller than ordinary people bumped his head on the eaves. Hearing the sound of the concrete wall cracking, Hancock Coker clicked and had to bend his knees to pull himself out of it, and some sharp debris fell and scratched a small hole in the black eagle icon on his arm.

Hancock couldn't help spitting out a dirty word, and then he smoothed it repeatedly until no cracks could be seen before he heaved a sigh of relief.

"I've already told him that he's fine, but you still have to come over and take a look."

A familiar voice from a Supreme Mage came from above his head, and Hancock frowned.

Strange interrupted before he could speak: "I'm not watching you, I'm watching the entire New York area."

Hancock rolled his eyes: "You mages are so idle."

"No, we are usually very busy. You see, I am so busy that I don't even have time to shave my beard."

Strange spread his hands and didn't intend to entangle this topic: "I didn't come to discuss this with you. How did you think about the matter I asked you last time? If you can come to the temple, those old men Would be crazy happy. After all they pay hundreds of guards until then, and they only pay you when you come. I bet it won't be less."

Hancock said without squinting: "I'm not your watchdog."

Strange raised his eyebrows: "I didn't mean that."

What else did he want to say, Hancock had already rushed into the sky without looking back, and then disappeared from his sight in the blink of an eye.

"It appears that negotiations have broken down."

The late Wang said while chewing the food in his mouth: "If you want to study the cosmic court, you shouldn't think about him."

Strange said: "It's okay, I have another choice besides him."

After finishing speaking, he rubbed his chin, looked at the place where Hancock left and sighed: "Oh, it seems that I am not the one who can persuade him to get on the right track."

"Speaking of which, who is it?"