[Zhongyingmei] Donuts are divided into half for you

When it was dinner time, the Avengers really got restless.Lizzie never knew that the Avengers Tower could be noisy like this!

This meaningless uproar came to an end when all the food was served on the table.Knives and forks flew around the dinner table, and the group of superheroes ate so much that they had no intention of sharing it with others.

At this time, it brings out how strong the relationship between Tony and Lizzie is-in this tragic and chaotic scene, Iron Man snatched the last incense stick from the mouth of the tiger wolf with only his mortal body. Grilled chicken legs with vegetables and put it in Lizzie's bowl.

—while Lizzie was busy smoothing the tip of the Santa hat Tony had just tied off out of the soup bowl.He was visibly a little drunk because of too much champagne on the table.

His speech is obviously not as sharp as usual, almost jumping out word by word, with a kind of joy like an urchin:

"You smell so nice." He said softly, rubbing against her.

There was a harmless itch from the furry material of the Santa hat against his cheeks and neck.Lizzie, who clearly takes pleasure in Stark-style coquettishness, puts one hand gently on the big baby's head:

"What do I smell like?"

She was also curious about this.

"Milk, citrus and hot milk. You know, there's a milk hill in Wiltshire, but there might not be as many sweet girls as you..." He began to rave, "And citrus - but this year Not a great citrus crop in Florida..."

Lizzie sniffed herself carefully, and could smell nothing but a whiff of Christmas dinner.

She took a bite of a roasted chicken leg and responded somewhat vaguely: "I'm glad - those are both very flattering. But I will say, they may be difficult to absorb when eaten together, and maybe you will get a stomachache."

"Oh, what the heck. Whatever—" Tony started giggling again, a sip of champagne slipping down his throat.

Lizzie snatched the glass from him. "Hey, you can't drink any more, Mr. Drunkard."

She tried to get Stark's attention with something else: she pinched the tip of his santa hat, which had been wiped clean.

"Your Christmas hat is so cute. I want one too. I wonder if I have the honor?"

Tony was dull for a full two seconds, and then he became lively like a jukebox being plucked: "Of course! I have several at my place. If you don't believe me, go and see the heads of Little Clumsy and Little Puff."

Of course Lizzie saw it, and she even marveled at the works on their heads: let’s not mention dummy, the one on Puff’s head is called “ingenious workmanship”, such a pocket-sized head with an equally pocket-sized red hat, so beautiful Fu shouted "Merry Christmas" when she saw people today.

Five minutes later, Lizzie also had a Christmas hat on her head.The tip of the glowing red hat and the re-glued Stark's were touching.

"Now we're a family—"

The Iron Baby shook his head contentedly.This action is not against harmony at all, but cute.

In the harmonious and festive atmosphere, the mechanical butler's cold voice suddenly intersected:

"I'm sorry to disturb the ladies and gentlemen's Christmas banquet. Miss Wanda has an urgent notice and is applying for access to the call."

Lizzie's face was slightly solemn: "I agree."

"Confirm access."

Jarvis' voice disappeared, and a huge virtual screen suddenly unfolded in front of the Avengers.

Wanda seems to have a bad signal, and her speech is intermittent: "I found him—Zemo—"

Accompanied by Wanda's voice, a gray passage appeared on the screen.

Lizzie felt more familiar as she went deeper into the passage.A row of ghostly lights with weak power, a dark database, and rusty iron doors...

Behind the iron gate, at the bottom of the frozen coffin emitting gas, there is a human figure with wide-eyed eyes.

"God..."

Lizzie heard Wanda screaming, but she had no time to think about it.She and Bucky looked at each other, trying to suppress the uneasy feeling in her chest.

They recognized the place.At the same time Wanda proved their conjecture:

"Why did he appear in Siberia alone—"

It is clearly Hydra's secret base in Siberia and the training ground for the Winter Soldier.

As we went deeper, the signal seemed to recover again, and Wanda's voice became clearer, even a little puzzled:

"He's only one person, and he doesn't look like he has any back tricks at all. He's just looking for a dead end..."

Lizzie lowered her voice, "Be careful, Wanda."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden alarm. Wanda let out a short cry, and the screen rotated sharply, revealing a calm face with a hint of prey.

Brown hair, brown eyes.

Zemo's face.

"Wanda—"

Lizzie called out to her uneasily, and Wanda quickly responded "it's okay".She's actually fine, because Zemo shut himself behind a sealed chamber, peering out at the world through glass.

As if he had noticed something, he turned his face to the camera and smiled clearly.

"I've been waiting a long time for this moment - today is my dream."

"I've lost my wife and kids, I've lost 'everyone'. It's not a good feeling to lose, it's worth every one of you to experience it."

"Although you come to catch me, I'm here. But it means nothing to you. The empire that has been overthrown by the enemy can make a comeback, and there is no cure for the disintegration from within."

"Just take a look, this empire that I will destroy."

His soft voice is like a merciless scythe, harvesting all the joyful emotions of Christmas.

The Avengers lifted their heads, and Bucky looked up with them, eyes vacant, waiting for the tied knot to wrap around his neck.

The camera pans and they see the video zoomed in on the small screen.

Black and white image, a narrow path.The old-fashioned car was driving on the small road, and was overtaken by a motorcycle with full power behind it.

None of the Avengers know what's going on except those in the know.Iron Man's breathing became short of breath, and Lizzie felt his body against hers gradually cool down, becoming like a corpse.

The car suddenly lost control, hit the trunk of the roadside, and the vehicle began to burst into flames.The face of the Winter Soldier is clearly reflected in the lens, and his submachine gun is held in his hanging hand.

A man with gray hair climbed out of the battered body of the car.

"Please, help..."

Lizzie and Tony's pupils constricted at the same time.

That's Howard.

"Save me and my wife..."

The voice of the blond woman with bleeding forehead was weak: "Howard—"

The Winter Soldier looked cold and hard, and his footsteps approached inch by inch.

A nerve in Lizzie's brain pinched a blood vessel, and her eyeballs were burning red—she watched as her own brother grabbed Howard Stark's hair and punched him in the face with an iron arm.

Once, twice... Howard's mouth and nose were bleeding, and he fell to the ground and did not move.

The Winter Soldier threw Howard into the driver's seat like dragging a body without temperature; he quietly walked around the trunk, gathered his five fingers, and clamped the neck of the helpless woman——

The video suddenly went black, and that's it.

The dining room of the entire Avengers Mansion was dead silent, and the hurricane blew across the wasteland.

Lizzie only felt a "buzz" in the head, as if being slapped by the Hulk or other giants, and there were stars in front of her eyes.

Bucky stood up in the silence and untied the apron around his waist.He looked so harmless, so domestic, and he looked so different from the executioner on the video.

The sound of pulling out the chair was like a signal, and Tony's eyes pinned to the screen turned slightly and turned to him.

He was completely sober.He slowly straightened his upper body to distance himself from Lizzie, which caused a cold patch on his right arm.

Lizzie's fingers under the table twitched convulsively, but she didn't have the courage to shake his cold hand.

There was a big hole in Tony's lung, and the happiness about Christmas had long since dissipated.His chest heaved violently, and his breathing was trembling.

"--It's you?"

Under his gaze, Bucky nodded invisibly.

The cold wind engulfed the anger, engulfing Tony in an instant.He wanted to growl, he wanted to scream, he wanted to destroy whatever had destroyed him, and he did.

But when he jumped from his seat and rushed towards the culprit who killed his parents, Lizzie instinctively stopped him:

"No, Tony, don't—"

Tony's Santa hat was askew, but no one bothered to laugh at his ridiculous look at the moment.One of his palms was covered by a mech, and he raised the palm cannon at Lizzie, who was blocking his view.

His voice was emotionless: "You know what?"

Lizzie shook her head, she really didn't know.Although they are a pair of brother and sister, and both work for Hydra, they rarely go on missions together.She didn't know that there was such a bloody past hidden under the calm life.

Her eyes were hot, and tears welled up in their sockets.She pressed her swollen and aching heart, and said every word from her heart:

"That's not... not what he meant—"

The moment Tony raised his palm cannon, Steve was already on his feet, keeping his old friend behind him; a few of the Avengers wanted to go to Ratoni, but he swung them away without hesitation.

Tony's eyes seemed to lose focus, and he tried to take another look at Barnes, but the man seemed to be far away from him, and his eyes couldn't get around Steve and Lizzie.

Lizzie's red eyes, filled with clear fluid, overlapped with her mother's in the video.The same weak, helpless, full of pain.

It also made Tony fall into hell and be soaked in the water of the dead river.

"Moving family affection, huh?" He tightened his throat and squeezed out distorted syllables, "Who said that he would always be by my side?"

The promise made just a few hours ago suddenly became a joke.

His chest heaved violently for a while, he tore off his Santa hat and threw it on the ground, and walked straight away without looking back.

The atmosphere in the dining room became stagnant again.

Lizzie walked over slowly, took off the hat she was wearing, and put it with the one she had picked up.The two balls of red pierced people's eyes. She lowered her head and rubbed her red eyes.

……

Stark workshop.

The room was dark, and the light was faintly reflected by the discarded cans and empty wine bottles.

Tony sat on the floor with his back against the wall.Alcohol burns from his throat all the way to his stomach, he needs this kind of numbness now, he doesn't even pay attention to the approaching footsteps.

——Until the visitor sat down half a step away from him and hugged his knees.

As long as she sat there, Tony watched her.His indifferent eyes looked down at her:

"Leave me alone, not here."

Lizzie was petrified, motionless.

"You should go to accompany your good brother, the habitual criminal who pretends to be a sex offender, the murderer who kills like hemp—"

Every word he said felt like a stab at Lizzie's heart.She gasped heavily, trying to breathe.

After a while, she squeezed out a smile:

"He's with someone." Steve was beside Bucky, "I can't leave you alone, I want to be with you."

Tony examines her drunkenly, without saying a word.

The moonlight is dim tonight.They are stingy and caring, and everyone who is wrapped is cold and slender.Lizzie reached out tremblingly and took Tony's fingers dangling on the floor.

She repeated what she had just said a few hours ago:

"I'm here with you, honey."

The fingers flicked convulsively, and the overwhelming pain pierced Tony's throat.He wanted to growl, but in fact he just choked up, his voice was as thin as a baby's.

He murmured, "You shouldn't have come to me."

There is a devil living in his heart now.

Her eyes that seemed to be weeping all the time met him without blinking or avoiding.

"I don't want to leave you, do you want to give up on me?"

She almost begged in a bit of embarrassment.

"You're... not sexy, hot, brainless, stupid as hell; you're the murderer's sister, you're a little liar, you're a liar."

He did not hesitate to mock her with the harshest words.

In the next second, he raised his arms and approached, with a strong smell of alcohol in his breath.

"—You are not my dish at all."

He came to a conclusion almost cursing.His lips covered hers with hatred and bit her lips.

The author has something to say: PS The little thing mentioned yesterday, please pay attention to the new copywriting.

Abuse?Not cruel... right?

The next chapter... um... I'll slip away without talking...