[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

It didn't take long for Captain America to find Iron Man, who seemed to have a Tony Stark radar in him.

After seeing the familiar figure in the laboratory, Steve breathed a sigh of relief. He skillfully entered the password and opened the glass door.

Tony seemed to have taken a shower, his hair was a little wet, and he was curled up in a chair in a contorted position. He only wore Captain America's white T-shirt on his upper body, which was too big for him, and the loose cuffs were almost It can cover his elbows, but his lower body is not wearing anything, and his bare legs are casually placed on the table, looking lazy and seductive.

He held the wine glass in his hand with two fingers, and the ice cubes in the wine collided with the glass with a crisp sound. He looked at the brightly lit tall buildings outside the window, his face was hidden in the shadows, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

There was silence in the laboratory, and only Tony was alone. He seemed to have no scruples and no involvement, and he would disappear in the next second.

Steve occasionally felt that Tony didn't belong to him at all, as if no one could keep him forever, which made him feel flustered, Steve stretched out his hand involuntarily, and wrapped his arms around Tony's shoulders from behind, Tony looked up Looking at him from the back of the chair, his panicked face was reflected in the calm brown eyes.

Steve kissed Tony's lips, his lips were dry and warm, with a faint aftertaste of whiskey, which made him grind carefully, Tony closed his eyes, sighed and hugged Steve's head, The two kissed quietly in inverted positions.

"...I love you, Tony," Steve couldn't help but run his thumb over Tony's lips.

Tony laughed very lightly: "...I know, you love me to death."

Then he slid out of Steve's arms, readjusted his sitting posture, took a sip from his wine glass, and said in a light tone: "...you know, cap, my monitoring index in S.H.I.E.L.D. is eight ——It’s been since I was 16 years old, and even that guy Loki is only ten. They didn’t kill me because some high-level officials thought my brain had a higher use value. Since then, they have started to use me in order to judge me There were endless arguments, I was quarantined at home indefinitely, my every move was monitored, and they knew how many times I masturbated every day, and for a while I forgot that I was human."

Steve silently pressed his hand on Tony's shoulder, and Tony obediently turned his head and rubbed the back of his warm hand. The Avengers, without exception, have a past that is heavy and they don't want to look back. They are heroes, and they are also Monsters are respected and feared.

Steve is used to calling them prices, you have to give something to get something, but in fact, in the beginning, no one ever cared whether they should bear these, no one ever noticed, in the Before becoming heroes, they were just ordinary people.

"It's nothing, I wasn't such a good kid back then... Oh, I probably wasn't such a good guy before I became Iron Man, three months later I remotely monitored and blew up the garage of the guy who ordered to monitor me, burned it He has several Lamborghinis." Tony grinned, and tapped his wine glass on the table, "...I've done a lot of wrong things, cap, I think S.H.I.E.L.D. must regret being killed at that time. "

"There is no one who does not make mistakes." Steve shook his head, "You save far more people than you hurt."

"...I had some bad dreams and remembered something, Captain."

"None of that is true."

"Right." Tony laughed, "None of that will ever become real."

"I will be with you, you can close your eyes with peace of mind." Steve kissed the corner of his eyes, "Don't remember the scene in the nightmare, you just need to remember that when you wake up, I will be in your Kiss you on the pillow and say I love you."

"...Captain, you know how to speak sweet words better than I imagined."

"If it's the truth, it's a lot easier to say it."

"Aha, no wonder you can win the heart of your female boss, cap, go back to sleep, it's only three o'clock, waking up now is not in line with Captain America's regular biological clock."

"You should go back with me."

"I want to stay alone for a while, *space, dear." Tony smiled at him and swung his glass. "Iron Man will be bundled with Captain America from now on. He needs to think calmly."

"...Then, I'll come back to you in an hour." Steve looked at Tony, he felt a little uneasy, but Tony's expression was so calm that he was almost completely calm, showing a faint rejection, he knew it was The performance of not being able to ask anything, the night with the other party was too peaceful and gentle, almost blinding his eyes, Steve didn't want to have any more disputes with the other party, he chose to obey Tony's request.

"Okay, control freak." Tony just smiled and waved.

****

Tony sat in the leather chair and enjoyed the night scene for a while. Generally speaking, he is not interested in these things. He is the type who likes excitement. He doesn't like such quiet scenes. It seems to bring him back to the beginning, when he was alone When he was alone, it made him unable to stop the fear that churned and spread in his heart.

"Jarvis."

[Yes, sir. ] The system manager replied calmly.

"Do you remember how old you were?"

[227760 hours have passed since I started it. 】

"Yeah, I was only 16 at that time." Tony smiled. He didn't tell Captain America that the real reason why he was raised by the global surveillance level... was because of the birth of Jarvis.

—they say he bred monsters.

Ready to move, lowly lurking, monster.

[To be precise, it is 15 years and seven months old, sir. 】

"You're so boring." Tony chuckled, brought up the operation panel, and performed a routine inspection for Jarvis. He asked casually, "Your reaction time has been getting slower and slower recently. Are you hiding the truth?" What am I up to?"

[Just running routine matters, sir. 】

"What happened to my memory?"

[Out of authority, unable to answer, sir. 】

"I am your creator, and I am your highest authority."

【...You are. 】

Tony opened the black document, and his subordinates skillfully entered a long string of codes: "Jarvis, you were the only 'person' in my world, and you were my only friend. No matter how much they forced me, I never I have never stood on the opposite side of you, I always thought that we are one."

[...I understand, sir. 】

"So, why did you send me back here?" Tony asked.

[Out of authority, unable to answer, sir. 】

"Why kill everyone!" Tony's voice became aggressive and sharp.

[Beyond the scope of authority, unable to answer. 】

Tony's fingertips typed the last word in the code, he took a deep breath, and pressed the space bar, but a line of blood-red letters appeared in the center of the screen, and the control panel began to scream: "Permission forbidden, permission prohibit."

Tony stood up in disbelief: "You unilaterally canceled my management rights? Are you crazy Jarvis!"

【...That's because you are trying to delete me. 】There was a buzzing noise in the voice of the system housekeeper tablet.

"I'm just rebooting you! Because you're out of control! Do you know what you're doing? You killed almost the entire population of New York!" Tony swept the glass to the ground with one hand, closed his eyes, and saw The calm ice blue eyes of the man behind the golden red mask, he remembered everything tonight, "Damn it I saw you, I saw your face! Jarvis."

When he was a teenager, Tony Stark once playfully designed the human body template of his system manager, which is [-]% the same proportion as a real person. He said that if Jarvis can really become a human one day, then it must be like this.

At that time, he can openly introduce him to everyone he knows, not in the laboratory, not in the database, but in the real sunlight, saying, that is his friend.

The system manager was silent, a roar sounded in the dark night, the hotel started to move, it was going to the next destination.

Tony fell to the side, and his shoulder blade hit the corner of the table fiercely. He shouted: "I found it right, I found a way to kill you in the end. That's why you forcibly falsified my memory, even They reversed time and space and sent me back! In order to stagger the time two years later, I was thrown into a different world..."

"You won't have a chance to succeed this time." Tony looked coldly at the ubiquitous artificial intelligence, and his subordinates called up the backup control panel. There was more than one system in the hotel, and the secondary system bypassed Jarvis's Authority, but he hardly ever used it, he had trusted Jarvis above all else.

Thanks to McCoff, Tony got unlimited resources to conduct experiments. He never figured out how the hotel would throw them into the parallel world, but he found something that could replace them—the green-eyed savior gave him Little gift, that broken time machine, he spent a long time fixing it, and today he can finally try its function.

"We will go back to New York, and I will stop everything from happening." Tony growled, "I will never lose to you this time!"

The ground shook violently, and the system panel jumped out of superimposed randomness. The two-year countdown suddenly began to accelerate and reverse, and every minute and every second disappeared as quickly as a thread, and three months went back to two months, one month...

"Tony!" Steve was the first to rush into the laboratory. He had been guarding not far away, and helped Tony up from the ground, "Are you okay?"

"I am fine."

"...What happened?" Everyone in the hotel rushed over one after another, shaking in the violent turbulence.

"The end game has begun." Tony said in a deep voice.

****

The vibration finally stopped after nearly half an hour, and everyone walked out of the hotel with blank expressions.

The city in front of them was devastated, almost only a piece of ruins remained, but the cold steel vines of machinery quietly spread all over the ground, like a net that tightened the city's remaining throat, surrounded by infinite silence, without a single person.

The bloody setting sun was reflected in the ruins, and the whole city fell into a silent death.

It was as if the end had come.

"God..." Max gasped, "...where is this place?"

"New York." Tony saw that the bright red countdown on the panel had finally stopped crazily reversing, stopping abruptly in the last week before the doomsday, as if it was embarrassingly stuck out of pity for his lingering life.

Tony said solemnly, "...the New York where I used to be."

New York two years later, New York where everyone died.