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"Mr. Stark..."

Seeing the face that was exactly as in memory again, Tony just paused, and soon greeted him with a smile.

"Oh, it's my first meeting, may I ask who you are...?" Howard Stark frowned while shaking hands, thinking about when such a relative came out of his family, and the young Tony behind him looked as if he had eaten something bad, with a look on his face. unbelievable.

Can he be so amiable to his father in the future?No, he doesn't believe it? !

People are such strange creatures. When someone is still alive, he may not deal with him at all because of many things, just like the young him and his father, the two have never talked together even once.However, on the day when the bad news came, in his mind full of blanks, the only sporadic memories that appeared were just reluctance and longing for them.

Kind and lonely.

Tony blinked, if Pepper was here, she must have seen Tony's state at this time: Tony Stark was immersed in rigorous thinking and creation, with a solemn attitude that would only show. "It doesn't matter who I am...I just want to ask, are you going to a military base in the northern part of the United States in mid-December one month later?"

Howard became nervous and serious when he heard it, and put his hands on his back, "Naturally, as the developer of weapons, I have to go and be responsible for them myself, right?"

The young Tony was also surprised, because Tony never told himself what he wanted to come here this time.

"Depart in mid-December, I think it's around December [-]th?" Tony stared into his eyes, and the obsession in his eyes surprised Howard.To be honest, in Howard's mind, his demeanor somehow matched the young Tony who was behind him - he would never evade what he believed in, keep his eyes on each other, even if the quarrel ended unhappily. Even if he leaves, he will keep watching the direction where he left in the end.

Howard came back to his senses and took a step back, put his hand on young Tony's shoulder, and then started thinking again.

"This is confidential, sir." Howard said seriously, "If you continue to pester me, I need to notify the relevant parties."

"Secret, and it's a secret, and it's also a secret to me?" Young Tony couldn't help but gag, with a stinky face as always.In fact, he didn't have much affection for the two people in front of him.

He took a look at Tony's serious and somewhat tired expression, and said, tsk tsk tsk, it's really the kind of person he doesn't like.

"Don't go." Tony still couldn't help blurting out, "You will be in a car accident that day, and you will die in the car accident with your mother."

"Huh?" Howard suddenly felt a little abnormal when he heard such a reply, "Who are you talking about, who are you talking about me?"

Tony rolled his eyes, "It's so clear and I need to repeat it? Okay, then I will say this fact myself - I am Tony Stark who came to this era from the future, on December 1991, [-] You and your mother are going to get into a car accident, and I'm here to—"

The speed of his speech accelerated inexplicably, but as soon as he started all the words, he gradually became more relaxed, "avoid that tragedy."

"You didn't tell me this fact?!" Young Tony shook his head and almost jumped up, "Why didn't you tell me?!"

Tony squinted at him: "I'm 21 years old, don't I know what I look like? I tell you the truth, maybe he will just think it's me and you teaming up to make a not-so-fun joke."

Howard laughed dryly: "To be honest, I still think it's a joke."

"That was quite successful. It seems that my original intention has not changed and my mentality will always be young." Tony spread his hands, smiling easily, and no one knew what was going on in his heart.

"Sand, sand, sand,"

"It's really unbelievable..." Howard swallowed hard. Time travel is always just a guess without scientific basis.

If any bad things can be solved by time travel and reset, wouldn't the world be in chaos?

"Wait, did you hear something?" Tony frowned, interrupting Howard's thinking.

"tick, tick, tick,"

Tony couldn't help but looked around - because these weird, hourglass or pendulum sounds were too weird and abrupt.However, the moment he turned his head back, he trembled all over, and when his black face grabbed his shoulders, he felt uncomfortable all over his body.

Snow began to fall in the gray sky, and he subconsciously picked it up, and the snowflakes fell into his palm again.

Standing in a daze for a long time, he heard a familiar and clear door opening.

The oncoming young man crouched down with his head in his arms when he bumped into him, and then looked up at him again with disbelief on his face.

"Damn it, why are you-you-hey, why did I say you?!"

The days in the diary are vague and without boundaries, and Tom Riddle, who can only know the time occasionally from the mind of the house elf who touches him, looks inexplicably in awe at Steve, who has robbed half of his territory, even though Without any reference information, Captain America can still confirm the time according to his biological clock.

"Interesting, we went out, and now we have come into contact with the second person." Young Tom rubbed his chin, sat in a chair and laughed.Steve just glanced at him and continued to finish his physical exercise for the day.

"Tsk." Not seeing the imaginary man asking himself to tell him about the outside world, the young Tom knocked on the table unhappily, feeling a little irritable in his heart, "You don't want to know how to get out?"

Steve raised his eyes to look at his rarely sincere expression, and shook his head, "I don't want to. If it would be a good and easy way, you must have gone out already."

Young Tom darkened and fell silent.

Indeed, he had already thought about the method of making himself possess a physical body when he stripped the piece of soul, but the man in front of that method would never give himself a chance to realize it...

"You, you really don't want to know what it's like outside?" Young Tom felt a little strange as soon as he said that, and gave up on himself. Why on earth would he be so nice to the man in front of him who beat him up as soon as he appeared? !

Steve answered the words gently as always, "If you want to tell me, please do so."

That's right, it was the tone that made him hit the cotton with his fist.In the past ten years of his life, young Tom has encountered all kinds of treatment. At first, the nobles of Slytherin scorned him and repaid him with half of his blood; Dumbledore's control and guard would only make him become He is more careful and excellent; while Muggles' rejection and dislike of wizards will only make his heart gradually become violent.

Afterwards, Slytherin, who was willing to follow behind him to create a great cause, was mostly just an exchange of interests.

There are not many people who are hot-headed and only attracted by his superficial charm... However, like Steve, who is willing to be at peace with him after gaining insight into his essence, young Tom has only met him .

If he knew the price he had paid for the Horcrux, and the possible deeds that the main soul in the outside world could do...

Young Tom paused, feeling for the first time that his firm belief had been shaken.

Steve looked at the child sitting on the stool with changing expressions, touched his head, took a sip of the warm coffee placed on the table, and took a short break.

Well, he couldn't understand what the children were thinking in the past, and he couldn't understand the minds of the children in the magic world even more.

Full of hostility, but also embracing a kind of nihilistic belief, this is the conclusion Steve drew in an instant when he saw young Tom.

Coincidentally, at this moment, the blank diary that had been placed on the table turned over by itself, and lines of black writing appeared in front of the eyes of the two of them.

"Fairy Tale - Asgard's story...Asgard?!" Suddenly uttering this familiar term, Steve was startled, and hurriedly read on.The body of the diary is the carrier of the soul movie of young Tom, so even if the notebook that reflects the reality on the table is not in his hands, he still knows the contents.

"A boring fairy tale?" He yawned, not quite understanding Steve's smile, which was suddenly serious and suddenly couldn't help laughing.

"Cough," Steve coughed, unable to hide his smile, "What if I told you that the actual genders of the characters here have to be changed? For example, the eldest princess...cough, cough , is it a blond man whom I may know more than I do?"

"...What the hell?" Young Tom looked at the book in his hand with distaste, and waved his hand.

"Well, I also know who wrote this." He was in a daze for a while, and the smile he raised again was different from the previous one.It was the relief of having found a solution, full of relief.

Young Tom found it a bit of an eyesore when he saw the smile.

Secretly thinking about whether he should just play tricks and scare away the guy outside who got the diary.

However, only a few hours had passed, maybe it was just a nap, and Steve and young Tom, who were reading a book after getting up according to their biological clock, felt a wave of shaking.

You must know that no matter how bumpy it is, it should not affect the inside of the Horcrux—unless the diary as the Horcrux is damaged, at most it will reduce the space inside the Horcrux a little, and if it is not a special weapon, it will not hurt his soul.

"Return my manuscript?! Spicy Chicken Notebook?!"

While Steve found a place to stand firm, he still didn't forget to be relieved, it was really a familiar level of activity.

Just looking at the style of writing, you can tell that it is produced by Perinoa, okay?

emmmmm, pill, since when did he recognize the girl's writing style? !