Everyone thought that Bruce would go black [Comprehensive British and American]

"Bucky..."

Bucky gives Steve a resentful look and looks away.

"Stay away from me," he repeated.

"No, Bucky, I don't care if you can't remember anything, or if you can remember the old times we used to be, but you need, you need someone who knows what you were."

Bruce looked at them coldly, disappointed to find that no one was different.

"If he can't remember anything, you're still going to throw him at the door of the Supreme Court, and if he remembers, he'll walk into that room by himself. I don't see a difference."

"Law..." Bruce sneered.

He looked at Bucky sarcastically: "Poor guy, everyone is judging you, I hope you don't remember it, because the result of the trial is meaningless to you only when you don't know anything."

He walked around Bucky's restraint chair, "If you remember the shit, then I have the best criminal experts, proficient in procedural law."

"No, Bruce."

Steve stood up and pointedly said: "We will always pay the price for our actions, no matter what those costs are, I will defend everything I stand for, if justice is wrong, then it is not justice. "

Bruce looked into Steve's blue eyes: "You already know who I am."

Steve nodded: "It's nothing difficult to guess."

He paused, "What's more, you never concealed it in front of me."

He went on to say: "I don't intend to judge anything. Gotham needs a dark knight. It's different from other places."

"Master of order, Captain America?" Tony sarcastically sarcastically.

"He's never been a bloody symbol of order, or a spokesperson for some government..." Bucky spoke slowly with a hoarse voice, his English had a strong Russian accent.

"He's always been a rebellious guy, idealistic even, but the funny thing is, he never misses." Bucky was hurt so badly that he had to catch his breath.

He went on to say: "Even if the world changes, he remains the same."

"I didn't expect you to give me such a high opinion, Bucky." Steve heard these words, a smile climbed to the corner of his mouth with difficulty, but there was an involuntary pain and sadness on his face expression.

"I have no way of knowing whether I'm right or wrong, and I've been paying for it all my life." Tony fell silent. He didn't try to persuade Steve, but said lightly: "Compromise is sometimes necessary."

Many years later, when the Dark Knight no longer needed to hide in the night, Bruce sat on the rocking chair and looked at the sun outside the window. He said to the reporter with blue eyes in front of him: "They have never walked on the same road. Even if they share the same philosophy and goals."

"Then are they reconciled now?" The reporter on the opposite side inserted the pen into the cap and asked indifferently.

Bruce didn't answer.

"Thank you for letting us know the stories behind those legends, I bet this memoir will be a hit, Mr. Wayne."

But that was many years later.

"Bucky..." Steve tried to lighten the mood, and he tapped the Winter Soldier's steel arm lightly.

"So we have reached a consensus? Before this little raccoon turns into a conscious little raccoon, he stays here?"

Tony was trying to show some kindness, but he wasn't good at it, so he looked awkward.

"I have only one condition, don't walk out of the gate of this house."

Bucky wanted to refute something, but he looked at Steve, who was looking at him earnestly and earnestly, he couldn't help but look away, and then nodded very slightly.

"What can you do for him?" Bruce asked abruptly.

"I'mwithout ill the end of the line."

Staring at Bucky's face, Steve said these words slowly.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Steve." Bruce sighed.

Tony let go of the straps that bound Bucky, "You can move."

Bucky stood up with difficulty, rubbing his sore wrist.

"I have a way to fix this." Tony pointed to Bucky's iron arm with his chin.

"Extreme Virus."

He stood in front of the huge operating table, with countless mechanical arms holding test tubes of various shapes, busy under the guidance of Jarvis.

"It's not the kind of shit that Killian has extremely strong side effects."

His actions and tone showed absolute confidence in himself.

"Repair and strengthening." As the robotic arm drew the last drop of potion from the petri dish, Tony drew a circle in the air with his index finger.

"I won't talk about any more principles. The Extremis virus can repair his damaged limbs. After recovery, I can take the virus out of his body."

Bruce frowned. "Have you thought about applying it in a big way?"

The white liquid really made Bruce frowned, but he observed the synthesis process of the Extremis virus all the way, and he couldn't find any defects in this thing.

"Of course, he can make the world less flawed, let the blind see the light, the deaf-mute hear the sound, and let people who are stuck at home come out..."

Tony's eyes sparkled, he almost saw that wonderful future.

"I don't think the world's ready yet, Tony." Bruce leaned over and swiped at the control panel.

"You have too many dangerous projects, Tony. Maybe you think you can control them, but if you make a mistake, it will be a disaster."

Bruce knows that Tony is a futurist, he is always No.1 in innovation, and actively embraces change, but he often ignores one point.

Some people have never seen the light, too hot a light will just melt them, Tony is a technological genius, a successful businessman with a heart of gold.

But not all souls are as noble as theirs.

"I'll implement the pilot work first." Tony shrugged nonchalantly, and he stuck the needle into Bucky's other arm.

"Be patient." He said to Bucky solemnly.

He slowly injected the liquid into Bucky's body, golden-red light burst into Bucky's blood vessels, and the veins on his forehead bulged, and it could be seen that he was in extreme pain.

But he didn't cry out, just bit his lips silently, biting the soft lips to pieces.

Steve looked at his best friend sadly. His image of Bucky was still the young man who could smile softly. He never hesitated to express his inner thoughts. Similarly, he did not tolerate pain very well. .

Steve still remembers Bucky tossing and turning on a hard bed in the barracks moaning from his injuries.

What has he experienced in these years?

He looked like Snow in Siberia, with a weathered body and an iron arm, trained to be a ruthless killer.

Steve knew what a soft heart Bucky was and how much Bucky valued life.

He didn't dare to imagine what kind of training Bucky had received, but when he destroyed the Hydra den, those brutal human experiments and those painful wailings appeared uncontrollably in his mind.

"All right."

Tony wanted to touch Bucky's iron arm, but was grabbed, and the force made his face contort.

"Hey! Raccoon! I just need to take it off, ok?"

Bucky looked at Tony suspiciously, his gaze was so sharp that he felt like he was being shotgun in the back of his head.

Tony's caramel eyes widened.

Bucky looks at Steve, who nods at him.

He let go and leaned heavily on the back of the chair.

"This design is too outdated, little raccoon. The Extremis virus may not give you as much strength as this iron guy, but I guarantee that my exoskeleton armor is much better than this thing."

He tapped with a small screwdriver.

"Do you want to take a look?" He noticed the silent Bruce, "Although this thing is a mess, it also has some merits. I think this kind of scale design is quite innovative."

Tony sighed, "Please? Bruce, you look better smiling."

In fact, this is not the case, Bucky is the one who is suitable for smiling forever, and Bruce's beauty is born with a melancholy temperament, his appearance is not suitable for expressing any expression of happiness and joy, which makes him look exaggerated and false.

Since that day, his sadness and anger have made his temperament more and more elegant.

Indifference is the most suitable expression for Bruce.

Bruce shook his head, "I'm not Batman now, I don't know as much about Batman as you do."

"Okay." Tony shrugged boringly, lowered his head and continued to work.

He walked to the terrace outside the window. Tony's manor was by the sea, and Bruce could see the waves lapping on the beach.

Steve walked over quietly and stood behind Bruce.

"I think I have to apologize for my behavior, Bruce."

Bruce was silent for a while, then turned to look at Steve, and asked, "What are you referring to?"

Steve looked out the window at the sea, "For my speculation."

Bruce replied: "I'm used to it, not to mention I've already been mentally prepared."

The little golden retriever was listening to Bruce's words in the corner. He scratched the floor anxiously, but looked at his dog's paws and fell down again in frustration.

It was very upset, great distress haunted it, and it didn't know what to do with Bruce.

Even if it could forgive Bruce, what about the others?What about the thousands of people who died tragically under his hands?

It circled around in place a few times, and ran towards Bruce irritably, "Damn..."

"Bruce doesn't remember anything, it's Batman I should blame, Bruce doesn't know anything."

It closed its eyes and brainwashed itself, "Yes, I have to wait for Batman to come out before I settle accounts with him."

The little golden retriever gritted his teeth bitterly.

"But I have to remind Bruce." Its eyes darkened.

"I can only be what I was when Bruce remembered."

It sticks out its tongue and licks its own fur, and truly misses its former steel body.