[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

Tony turned his head the moment he was grabbed, and suddenly formed a face-to-face posture with everyone in the long line, and he saw their faces.

That's...the faces of his companions, all of them, Pepper, Coulson, Natasha, Clint...they are wearing gray hooded robes, their expressions are nothingness, empty, lonely, nothing , They are all dead, souls floating in hell.

They looked at Tony with Hesse's empty eyes, and said hoarsely: "It's your sin, the 'monster' is in your heart, you gave birth to it, and killed everyone."

"Why are you the only one alive?"

They blamed and cried.

"You gave birth to monsters, you are the original sin, why everyone is dead, but you are alive."

"You are not the one who should be alive, no one will be sad for your death, no one will care whether you are alive or not, they want you to die alone, they want you to be crucified for eternity."

They said, jumping into the endless abyss one by one beside Tony: "You should die."

Tony wanted to argue, he wanted to say he didn't know, he didn't remember these things, his memories of before the rebirth were all vague, he was not wrong, but all he could hear was himself screaming uncontrollably and hysterically, like It was crying and screaming like a madman.

"...don't look." Someone said in his ear, that voice seemed to be the only one with warmth in the cold corridor of hell, "close your eyes."

Tony thought he couldn't close his eyes, these pictures seemed to be engraved in his mind, engraved in his memory, no matter whether he opened his eyes or closed them, they were reappearing over and over again.

"Tony, they're fake."

Tony thought, that's not it, that's what really happened, you just don't know it, and I lied to you about a lot of things, you don't even know it.

"Tony Stark, look at me!"

Tony woke up suddenly, the person behind him pulled him so tightly that it almost left a bruise on his arm, he focused for a few seconds: "...cap."

Steve looked relieved and let go of his arm.

The loss of warmth made Tony feel cold for a moment, but Steve just turned his head and looked elsewhere: "You should listen to Sam and stop looking around."

Tony rubbed his face hard, and seemed to have finally come to his senses. He looked around, and they were still in that gloomy corridor: "What happened just now?"

"Hmm... A common way of saying it is that your soul has been lost for a while and drifted to an unknown place. Don't focus too much on anything on this road. This is hell. It finds various ways to swallow it anytime, anywhere. Get rid of you." Steve said in a deep voice, and took a few steps forward, "If you're okay, keep going, Sam is waiting for us on the next floor."

Tony just leaned against the wall, bent the corners of his lips mockingly, and shouted at Captain America's back: "Seriously? Don't you say a word other than business?"

Steve paused.

"Don't you ask me? Ask me what happened, and care about how I am now." Tony knew that he looked terrible, and his whole body looked like he had just been fished out of the water, with blood all over his body In a cold sweat, Steve should be concerned about himself, "Bad a bunch of truths like you used to."

"...so will you tell me? Tell me why you're so scared, what have you been afraid of for so long? Can you explain the increasing number of surveillance cameras in hotels and sleeping in armor? Can you give me a little more trust?"

"I'm sorry that I already regret asking you this question." Tony grinned, "It's better to be the official version of Captain America."

There was helpless anger and heavy fatigue on Steve's brows, but he looked at Tony, but said nothing, and again, there was no old dispute or preaching between them, only Captain America's unilateral silence , as if... as if he had completely given up.

And this made Tony really nervous-Tony Stark actually still had some things that stayed at the age of ten, such as his endless paranoia and willfulness. He always knew that Captain America was angry, but that So what, the other party will forgive himself, one day he will, and then he will love him and tolerate him again.

The Tin Woodman in The Wizard of Oz says the tinsmith forgot to give him a heart.

Iron Man has no heart, the head of the blue reactor is a huge black hole buried, there is only endless darkness and fear, it can never be filled, everyone needs Iron Man, but they don't need his heart .

Tony Stark doesn't know how to love, and he doesn't know how to openly accept being loved at all.

No one has ever hugged him like Captain America, said he loved him and said he would never leave him. Tony was petrified, the vigilant cells all over his body were screaming that it was a trap, and he absolutely couldn't agree or accept it, but he couldn't help it. Live like that over and over again, stepping on the bottom line of the other party in a twisted and childish way to confirm that he is the most important, the other party loves him, as if this can make him grab something-as if he finally found his heartbeat for the same reason.

"...Hey, eon, Captain, you didn't say a word?" Tony's attitude seemed to be more arrogant and arrogant because of Steve's silence. His brown eyes were shining brightly, and his tone was aggressive, but his expression But there is a faint, unknown stubbornness and fear mixed in, "...so because I am hopeless, you have to give up on me, right? Like Pepper, like Dad, love others right?"

He never, never thought that one day captain america would be like everyone else, give him up to love someone else, he would not matter anymore, just because he didn't love him, he was going to like someone else ?

Steve looked at Tony's big wet eyes and pursed lips—God he didn't know anyone who wouldn't relente and indulge his lawlessness again, but Steve knew it wasn't that much of a problem between them. Simple.

Tony is pompous and broken, his trust issues and self-destructive tendencies are to the point where he's most dangerous in that if he stands in front of an abyss, he's bound to jump because he can't find anything left He would never hold anyone's hand for any reason—he was paranoid in his refusal to believe that his outstretched hand would be answered, and he would rather actively choose death.

Steve wanted to love him and protect him and hold his hand, but if Tony wasn't willing to leave his glass dome, it wouldn't do anything.

Once he relented, their relationship would just go back to square one again, and Tony would run away with peace of mind and hide back in his armor, hiding his heart forever.

So in the end he just shook his head, sighed and said slowly, "...Tony, don't you understand? It's not us who gave up on you, it's you... who are pushing us all away."

******

"Oh, thank God you finally showed up!" Watson was greatly relieved to see them, and the special bullet in his hand knocked away a hellhound, god!He couldn't tell whether he was a teammate or an enemy in front of him.

The war situation has reached a feverish stage. When they arrived at this place, they knew that the greatest civil war in history was going on in hell itself, the battle for power between Crowley, the king of hell, and Abitan, the knight of hell.

The creatures in hell seem to come out of their nests, biting together, and the newcomers to the battle have to be drawn into it.

Tony's voice from the helmet was as distorted as ever, and he couldn't hear any emotion, but the speed of his speech was still as brisk as ever: "Don't thank God, just thank Stark."

Tony flew low in his armor, and walked right past a half-human hell horse in front of Sherlock.

"I wouldn't say thank you to a Stark," said Sherlock, his black curls damp with sweat.

"You're welcome." Tony threw the centaur into the magma, watched it scream and was instantly dissolved into a golden liquid, and raised his eyebrows, "By the way, dear Sherlock."

"Why? You can shut up about everything except the salary increase." Sherlock replied.

"... Let's talk about it."

"A sentence of ten dollars, transfer payment is accepted." Sherlock replied angrily.

"I'm serious! How will you make up if you make John angry?"

"Are you serious? Here? In hell? When everyone's fucking fighting?" Even Sherlock was stunned by Tony's brain circuit, and then he thought for two seconds, "Oh, cap."

Tony blasted away a flying dragon with only a skeleton: "Are you going to tell me?"

"John isn't usually mad at me."

"Skip the showing off part."

"Oh, he might beat me up, it hurts him."

"The captain doesn't even bother to talk to me now, do I want to get up in front of him and beat myself up?"

"I'm happy to help."

"Shut up, what else?"

"And then we made up."

"...Forget it, it's my fault, you skipped the whole part by skipping the showing off part."

"Sledgehammer! Tell me how you usually coax your brother?" Iron Man flew to Thor's side.

Lei Shenhan smiled and used a hammer to fly a centaur: "Hehe, my brother has a good temper. He usually smashes a rainbow bridge, occupies the earth, shouts an exclusive declaration to all human beings, and stabs me twice to relieve his anger. .”

"……I wish you happiness."

"We've been fighting for so long, why haven't we seen Dean?" Sam anxiously stabbed a hellhound over. He had to carefully control the power of demons. This place is a hotbed of demons, and he could feel it. The devil's blood in his body was tumbling and ready to move, almost uncontrollable.

"Maybe he's in a deeper place. How big is it? We've been walking for at least four or five hours?" Tony gasped.

"I overheard a bit before Dean knocked me out, that Crowley wanted him to kill the Hellknight, probably with Abitan."

"But why Dean? I mean... No matter how powerful Dean is, he's just an ordinary human. Don't you think it's unreliable to have a human go to Hell to fight Hell Knight for [-] rounds?" Tony wondered. road.

Sam was about to answer, but the next moment a blade protruded from his belly.

"Sam!" Tony called.

"Oh, I'm sorry to come to receive you so late, good evening, I'm the king of hell." Crowley smiled at them, twisting the blade stuck in Sam's stomach.

"...Your target is not Dean, is it?" Tony frowned.

"Yes, he's all I've ever wanted, Sam Winchester, my dearest arch-villain, Dean? That's just a decoy to bring him to hell."

Sam knelt down on the ground, and Crowley drew out the blade with a smile: "Sam is my best bargaining chip to defeat the Hell Knight."

Sam lowered his head, as if he was enduring some great pain, and then the scene that appeared made everyone feel creepy. Sam's back gradually bulged, and it bulged to a certain extent, tearing his clothes. The huge black bone wings slowly moved in the dark night. Open, the bony tail was thrown behind him, and Sam raised his head and howled with his sharp horns. Everyone clearly saw fangs that did not belong to humans in his mouth, and his eyes were completely pure black.

"The King of Hell grants you this right..." Crowley smiled, then disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only one sentence——

"You can kill as much as you want...everything alive here."