prince and his shield

"What did you say you want to know?" Tony couldn't help picking his ears.

"I wonder if you know where the culprit of your parents' car accident is." Steve coughed lightly.

He is ready to be thrown out at any time, and he is mentally prepared to fight for a long time.

He knew that what he said hurt people's hearts, but he really couldn't think of any euphemistic expression for this matter, which didn't exist.

Let's be more straightforward, he is not suitable for winding things.

"You don't know?" Tony was surprised.

Did he think that the two had exchanged songs for a long time?It is not said that it is good enough to wear a pair of pants, and there are a lot of folk CP fans.

Steve snorted.

This reaction was completely unexpected.

"...Should I know?"

Tony studied his face carefully, a little surprised that he really didn't know anything.

"Didn't you say you met old friends?"

"...Yes." Steve felt strange in his heart.

"..." Tony's face was like this, "You didn't go to prison?"

Steve felt like something wasn't quite right: "Why am I going to prison? Which prison?"

Tony half covered his mouth: "So, you don't know anything."

"Stark, what should I know?" Steve turned his face slightly.

"Ha——" Tony covered his face and smiled, "OK. Today is the time for Stark to do a good deed every day..."

He opened a side drawer of his desk, rummaged through it, and found the only surviving postcard.It was the first one, and the timestamp was decades ago.

Throwing it on the table, he smiled and said, "Go and see for yourself."

Steve stepped forward, touched the postcard, flipped it back and forth: "What is this?"

"The answer you want." Tony shrugged.

Steve frowned and put away the postcard: "...Thank you."

"Do all Rogers have a hero complex?" Tony turned the chair, curious.

Steve looked at him. "What does that mean? Have you seen any other Rogers?"

Tony raised his eyebrows: "No. I haven't been able to see it with my own eyes."

"But you did." Steve didn't let go of the subtext in his words.

Tony didn't answer, the expression told Steve the answer.

Steve's mind fluttered for a moment, and another line lit up clearly.

"...The last time you blurted out the question about my relationship with Roy Rogers, it wasn't because you met Royston, but because you first met Roy Rogers." Steve lost control of his expression.

Tony laughed twice, undeniably.

"How do you know Roy? It's impossible." Steve pressed.

There is no reason.

impossible.

How could these two have been in contact!Looking at Tony's age, he was probably born in 70, and Roy died in 45.

There are more than thirty years in between!

Tony blinked his eyes: "It was him. He gave me the murderer. And tied a bow. Very inconsiderate."

Tony admits that he said it to scare Steve off.My uncle tied up my friend and gave it to my enemy. It's very interesting just thinking about it.

"What?" Steve's head buzzed, his hands resting on his desk, "but he died in 1945."

"Then I don't know. At least, the gift card is signed Roy Rogers." Tony took a deep breath.

He's usually not this bad.Just about another Rodgers whose memories aren't good at all.

He was trying to blow up Roy Rogers with him.He has made bombs and bombs.He didn't even think about covering up his criminal evidence.

However, in the end, he still didn't kill Barnes, and he didn't insist on getting Roy out.

The gift card gave him two options, one was to kill Barnes, and the other was to send him to prison.

He had a night to think about it.

He spent more than ten hours installing a homemade bomb in a car, tied Barnes to the co-pilot, and drove the car to the scene of his parents' accident.

After a whole night of tossing, he finally gave up when the remote control car crashed into the mountain wall.

She cried miserably, cursing while crying, and had to dismantle bombs by herself.Thinking about it later, he reasonably suspected that Roy was hiding there at that time and watched him tossing around like a madman.

After that, Barnes went to jail.

He also found out about Barnes' deeds one after another.Decades have turned his hatred into ridicule, and finally left indifference and peace.

Probably knowing that Barnes suffered more from what he had done than himself, and that his pain would last for a long time if he didn't die in time.

Let go of your hatred, I can't tell.Have sympathy, he's not that compassionate.

It can only be said to let go.

Steve walked out of the Stark Group in a trance with a postcard in his arms.

All the way to the car, I couldn't get out of my thoughts.Everything he confirmed was clouded.He couldn't figure out what happened, and he was trapped inside.

"Are you still going to the furniture store?" Royston asked suspiciously when he saw people getting into the car without even looking at him.

Steve woke up like a dream, and turned his head to look at Royston.

Seeing him startled, Royston frowned, guilty: "Why are you staring at me?"

Steve opened his mouth, then closed it, turning his head away.

"I remembered that I still have some important things to do. I won't go to the furniture city today." Steve clenched the steering wheel tightly, "Can you take a taxi home by yourself?"

"Or, I'll contact Olos to pick you up."

As soon as Olos' name came out, Steve had a flash of inspiration and closed his eyes.

Who told themselves that Roy was dead in the first place?Olos.

Who suggested that Royston and Roy were related?Or Olos.

S.H.I.E.L.D. had no way of finding out what happened to Roy after he separated from him.The clue was given to her by Olos.

Why would she do this?

Some things strung together in my mind as a strange guide, or something in my subconscious turned upside down.

Why did Royston act repulsive when he saw himself for the first time.

Why did Olos mislead herself step by step, knowing that she believed in it in the end.

Why did Royston act abnormally after knowing that he was Captain America.

Why would he react that way when he said something that Grandpa Zeng said unintentionally.

Steve opened his eyes again, looked in the rearview mirror, his throat was dry.

"You are my driver." Royston complained angrily, then met his eyes in the mirror, flinched, "What's wrong with you? Why do you keep staring at me.

Didn't I say that I lost it..."

If, if... Roy hadn't died in 1945.

Age-wise, most likely.After all, he was not old at that time.So when did he die?

Or... is he really dead?

Steve didn't dare to look at the people in the back seat anymore, his Adam's apple rolled: "Please, I really have something urgent. I really can't do it today."

Royston picked his fingers, moved his legs, and prepared to get out of the car.

Steve looked at him and couldn't hold back: "Bowen—"

"Ok?"

"Did you know Roy Rogers?"

Royston laughed dryly: "I know. I, um, the late great-grandpa."

Steve was so angry for a moment that he wanted to laugh.If you want to hold someone down, you need to beat him first, and then kiss him to death.

He didn't have any evidence yet, but he confirmed some things in advance.

Closing his eyes, he almost pulled the steering wheel off, so he could control himself not to grab him like a madman and force him to admit that he was Roy.

Not sure yet.Not enough evidence yet.

Calm down, you can, Rogers.

"OK." He choked out, and Steve bit his jaw to death, "It's not safe for you to take a taxi by yourself. I'll contact Olos to pick you up."

"...No need." Royston stretched out his hand to open the door.

Steve glanced at him, Royston's heart skipped a beat, and the hand that opened the door silently retracted.

Steve withdrew his gaze, let go of the somewhat distorted steering wheel, and started flipping through his phone.

As soon as he opened it, he caught a glimpse of the lock screen, and his lips trembled.

I continued to flip through the address book, and saw someone's own remark, and suddenly laughed angrily.

Royston panicked and flinched: "Why are you laughing all of a sudden?"

"It's okay." Steve gritted his teeth.

Royston felt that he was too conscientious, so he forcibly straightened his back.

"Honey?" Steve said suddenly.

"What—" Ross Eaton raised his eyebrows.

"You want me to call you that?" Steve pressed his finger on the address book and turned his head.

"...I-I-" Royston stammered.

"I see." Steve withdrew his hand.

Royston groaned in his heart, what do you know?just know? ? ?

Natasha wouldn't turn around and sell herself.

No, don't panic.

Can no longer be scammed!

Yeah, Steve doesn't remember them being together at all.At most, he was still in the crush stage, so he wouldn't be like this... um, Meng Lang?

Royston calmed down a little.

Steve flipped through Olos's number several times, and looked at the person whose expression was changing back and forth in the rearview mirror, and let out a snort.

"...how are you acting weird!" Royston frowned.

Steve pursed his lips, ignored him, and called.

"Hello—Miss Holmes?"

"Correct."

"Roy is here with me."

"..." Olos paused.

Steve lowered his head and smiled: "I'm in a hurry and I can't get away. Can you help him for a while?"

"..." Olos silently put down the pen in her hand and laughed, "If you have something to do, I can completely replace you."

"Really?" Steve snorted.

Royston was as still as a frightened quail.

"Relax." Steve bent his lips and looked up at the nervous Royston, "I'll be done soon. I won't need you at all.

I will take good care of him. "

Royston sniffed the strong smell of strong alcohol tumbling violently in the air, and felt a little dizzy after being blown into his head.He slammed down on the window, and Steve pushed it down for him.

Sitting by the window, Rose Eaton always felt like he was being held hostage.Why?

Oulos finally couldn't keep her smile, her face twitched: "Heh—"

Steve withdrew Rose Eaton's uncomfortable gaze, and took a deep breath: "Then I'll leave it to you for the time being."

Olos paused for a while: "You seem to be very confident, which is a good thing."

Steve picked the steering wheel: "Bye—Miss Holmes."

"I look forward to seeing you again." Olos bent her lips.

"Me too." Steve smiled.

I feel like a piece of meat, as if I have just been decided who to eat.Royston patted his increasingly dizzy head.

"...It will take a while." Steve put down his phone, looked back, and clenched his hands tightly.

"Well. I see." Royston scratched the window.

Steve looked at him stubbornly against his back and smiled.

"You seem to have the ability to change other people's memories?" Steve said softly.

Royston's back stiffened: "...Yes. Not very powerful."

"is it?"

"Does this happen often?" Steve asked.

"...do...do what?"

"Tampering memory."

"...I haven't done it many times." Ross Eaton picked his fingers.

"How many times has it been done to me?"

"..." Royston swallowed, and tightened his vest, "Just the accident."

Steve smiled, "That's fine."

Royston breathed a sigh of relief.

Steve raised his hand and pressed his lips.He thought it was just an all too real dream.

just a dream?

He touched the postcard in his arms.

He will know.One thing, one thing, one thing, everything, will know.

The author has something to say: The countdown to falling off the horse——

Well, this has actually fallen off [touch chin]

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