Miss Hydra [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

"……what?"

The blond young man who was still immersed in crazy thoughts such as "he is really Bucky" and "he has undergone brainwashing" froze for a moment as if he didn't realize it all at once.

Tilting his head, he met Ollivander's not-so-sharp, even gentle eyes.

The girl seemed to just ask this question casually, but the content of the question was far more difficult than her tone.

So Steve fell silent.

"It's nothing."

Ollivander, who didn't get an answer, smiled, and didn't seem to want to continue asking. She changed her posture and stood leaning. When she lowered her eyelashes, no one could see her expression clearly.

"That's all I can say. I believe you can find out the rest of the information by yourself."

—from S.H.I.E.L.D.

"So, are you done talking?"

The person who made the sound was Tony, and his voice came out of the steel armor, and it sounded husky.

Ollivander could hear a little hoarseness he was trying to suppress.

"I have something to talk to her...one-on-one."

Barton looked taken aback from the sidelines, and almost wrote on his face, "Damn Stark, you want to pick up girls in this situation?".

Natasha thought a little more than he did. Her eyes swung between Tony and Victoria, she frowned slightly, and pulled Button's pajama ball with her backhand and walked out first.

Dr. Banner pushed his glasses, patted the captain on the shoulder... no, big arm, followed behind and walked out.

It was only then that Steve remembered his original intention of coming down with Tony in the first place. Bucky's appearance had brought him too much impact, and he forgot about it all at once.

He glanced at Tony apologetically, but the latter didn't pay attention to anyone other than Victoria.

Watson also picked Sherlock up from the bed, who obviously had no intention of leaving, pushed him outside, and closed the door very considerately by the way.

……

In the not-so-small bedroom, there stood a tin can and a girl.

"Maybe you should turn off the monitor first?" Ollivander walked over to the coffee table and sofa in the room, motioning for Tony to sit down and talk.

"...It's not open." Tony froze for a while before coming over, but just to be on the safe side, he still ordered, "Jarvis, check the room."

"Yes, Sir...there is no other surveillance equipment."

Mark 7's mask was lifted up, revealing Tony's big caramel-colored eyes with thick dark circles and a mustache that has sprouted several times. After experiencing the Battle of New York and the psychological suffering just now, he didn't have time today take care of yourself.

Fortunately, Ollivander didn't mean to let him continue to suffer.

"Sit, Tony."

She was still wearing the same skirt when she was tied up during the day, and she was sitting in a room with only one floor night light turned on. The scene was very similar to the situation when Tony himself met the beauties in the past.

But now the atmosphere between the two sides is stagnant, and even unilaterally tense.

"There is still half the night." It is already three or four in the morning, "let's talk."

The man's face exposed from the mask was full of anxiety and sharpness. It looked a bit like the boy who was at war with his father 20 years ago.

Tony's throat moved: "I heard what you said..."

"Howard Stark is still alive?"

Visible to the naked eye, the pupils of the man with the mustache shrank.

It's really easy to understand.Ollivander thought that Tony couldn't keep his cool when it came to his parents.

"……who are you?"

Tony's breathing was heavy, and he could hardly control his wild thoughts. He growled and asked, "Sif Prince? Or Victoria? Or the so-called Ollie?"

"Oh, the first skin has already been dropped." The tone was sarcastic.

"Then how many skins do you have? Miss Feather Serpent who is full of lies?"

He looked as close to shaking Ollivander by pressing directly on her shoulder.

Does she have anything to do with Hydra?Why on earth did she know about his parents?Is what she said really true?

All kinds of suspicions made Tony unable to even ask "are they really alive?"

After 20 years, a young girl like this suddenly appeared and said that her parents were still alive...

How do you believe it?How dare you believe it?How can you not believe it?

……

"I'm sorry, Tony, but I didn't lie to you except about Sif Prince."

Tony smiled on the surface: "But it's not very sincere."

"I can assure you." Ollivander shook his head, as if he was not hurt by his verbal attack at all, "What I'm going to say next is the truth, you can ask Jarvis to detect a lie - he can do it Isn't it?"

"Miss Victoria is telling the truth, Sir."

Tony, who was dismantled by his own AI butler: "..."

"First of all, the most important point is that your parents did not die in the so-called car accident that year."

Jarvis said nothing.

Show she wasn't lying.

Tony's breathing was suffocating, his caramel eyes were bloodshot, and under the dim light, his facial expression looked a bit hideous.

"...they're still alive."

He said this sentence lightly and carefully, as if he was afraid that the raised voice would shatter this dream that he didn't know whether it was nothingness or truth.

They were still alive, alive.

"Yes, they are alive." Ollivander was not stingy in affirming him.

She could sense that the vow she had made with the Howards hadn't been broken, even though she couldn't sense where they were because of the distance.

"I don't know the difference between what was said 20 years ago and what was said internally," she said, "assuming the version I heard is the same as what you know - that the Starks died in a car accident? "

Ollivander shook his head: "That's what S.H.I.E.L.D. said."

The man's eyelashes fluttered because of the meaning in her words: "...What do you want to explain?"

"The super soldier serum in my body was developed by your father. I hope your father developed the serum by S.H.I.E.L.D., and your parents' car accident was also caused by those five bags of serum."

"..."

Tony looked at her motionless, and said for a while, "So you want to say that S.H.I.E.L.D. wanted to kill my parents? For the serum?"

It doesn't make sense at all.

Howard is even one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D., and he must do his best to research serum for S.H.I.E.L.D.

"No, not SHIELD."

At least not the S.H.I.E.L.D. on the bright side.

"It's just that Nick Fury isn't telling you the truth."

In other words, they knew the truth about the death of the Starks, but they concealed the real cause of death from the outside world, including Anthony Edward Stark, their only son.

"So SHIELD also knows that my parents are still alive?"

"No, they don't know. I'm the only one who knows." There used to be Winter Soldier, but the Howard and his wife had left the house protected by the Fidelity Curse.

"Where are they?!" The man with the mustache leaned forward. He supported the coffee table between the two of them with both hands, and the glass top was crushed with a "bang".

"I'm not sure."

Ollivander leans back, but looks directly into Tony's caramel eyes. "The last I heard from them was ten years ago, in 2001."

Tony repeated: "...ten years ago?"

……

"The news from 20 years ago?"

Nick Fury, who had just finished working at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, received a call.

He pressed a button, and the mechanical smart male voice sounded: "Start the communication encryption protocol."

"That's hard to find, Agent Romanov."

Fury said this after ensuring that he would not be monitored.

He was driving a car on the night road to the center of New York City. A black eyepatch covered one of his eyes, and he only stared ahead with his good eye.

The modified car window showed him a faint blue call page, and the head of the black widow lit up in front of him.

"This is very important, Director." Said the red-haired female agent.

Her voice was low and irresistible, as determined as she had just made the request.

Thinking of the request that Black Widow just made, Fury's head hurts:

"No, at this juncture, I can't grant you tenth-level authority."

After hanging up the phone, the director shook his head. He knew that although he refused, those individuals would always find a way to find the information they wanted from nowhere.

Holding this mood of "raising a large group of brats", as he drove past one street lamp after another, Director Brain suddenly felt a palpitation.

As the chief agent, his intuition is sometimes very good, and the tense nerves send him an alarm—although he doesn't know exactly what's wrong.

Stopping before a traffic light, the black chief glanced at the rearview mirror.

Behind is a white police car, flashing its mission lights, patrolling the road at night with few vehicles—because of the Battle of New York, there have been more patrol cars recently.

The police car drove over here, and soon parked parallel to Fury's black car.

Both parties seemed to be waiting for the red light to pass. Two police officers wearing glasses were sitting in the police car, and the one sitting in the driver's seat looked this way.

"Would you like to see my driver's license, sir?"

Fury walked up to the window of the police car, squinted his eyes, and asked.

The policeman ignored him, turned his head just as the green light was on, the police car beeped and drove away.

Fury frowned—although this movement was not obvious in the dark night—then calmly took a gun out from under the seat.

Before he could start the car, another police car sped out of the lane on the left where it was supposed to be parked, and slammed straight into Fury's, who slammed the steering wheel but had no time to avoid it.

The car door was dented, and he felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and the gun fell from his hand.

"Fracture detected." The AI ​​displayed a series of analysis data and perspective photos of the human body on the car window.

The car that was driving in front also suddenly reversed crazily, flattening the front of the black car.

As if they had made an appointment, different police cars jumped out from all angles and directly blocked the entire black car.

AI said: "Injection of anesthesia is recommended."

The black director dug out an anesthesia and gave himself an injection, gasped for breath, and looked coldly at the heavily armed soldiers who suddenly rushed in all directions.

"Crackling" means direct fire.

In the dead of night on the streets in the early hours of the morning, people who experienced an invasion were still asleep. The explosion-like gunshots made them check the situation subconsciously. After seeing clearly that it was a police car surrounding the "prisoner", they closed the door tightly. to bother you.

……

"Fuck!"

Relying on the high-quality black car to rush out of the tight encirclement, after finally throwing off the pursuers, Fury spat out a mouthful of bloody spittle and scolded his mother.

The vehicle turret that fired the rocket launcher just now was still smoking in his hand, the windows of the car were completely shattered, and the entire car body was full of bullet holes.

——It can no longer withstand higher attack power.

I'm in trouble, he must rush to...where?Avengers Tower?

Who betrayed him?

Knowing that only the inside of S.H.I.E.L.D. knew about his itinerary, Fury's brain ached.

Until a vague figure appeared in the middle of the road.

The front window of the car was full of bullet holes, and the early morning fog in New York also made the whole road condition unclear, but there was a person standing in the middle of the road, and Fury could still see even if he was blind in one eye.

The metal arm is still conspicuous in the half-bright sky, and the red five stars show the identity of the visitor.

The bottom of Fury's car was stuck by a frisbee bomb fired by someone, and the sky was spinning under the violent explosion.

His last thought before being blown away: The Winter Soldier.

The window of the car that had been turned upside down was thrown open by the visitor. When the chief, whose face was covered with blood, looked up, he saw the visitor's eyes that were not covered by the metal mask.

— a light full of excitement and bloodlust.

The metal arm reached out to him.

……

"Oh!"

The collision of metal and metal made people's eardrums hurt.

Fury, who had already taken out the laser cutting gun to cut the overturned roof and ground, and planned to escape, looked at the two interlaced metal fists in front of him, dumbfounded.

Exactly the same metal arm.

Exactly the same red five-star.

——Still brand new, new, dead, dead, both metal arms are covered with a newly galvanized outer layer.

Fury: ...? ? ?

The later metal arm pressed the first "creak" sound, and the shiny surface reflected the pentagram of the other metal arm.

"The Winter Soldier..." said the first Winter Soldier through gritted teeth.

The second Winter Soldier didn't care about him, only let out a sneer, his emerald green eyes were full of cold killing intent.

Fury: ...? ? ?

Then there was a "bang bang bang" fight, the metal arm showed no mercy to the metal arm, punching into the flesh, Fury held the gun he finally dug out, and didn't know which one to shoot.

Is it the Golden Winter Soldier?

Or the Silver Winter Soldier?

Or should the two Winter Soldier be bombarded?

The author has something to say: fried marinated eggs, fried marinated eggs, and fried marinated eggs to eat porridge.

Gold bar, silver bar, emerald green is the best bar.

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