[Zhongyingmei] Who is my father?

what the hell.

Frightened back to his original form by the sudden appearance of the mysterious man, Joyce froze in place for a while before slowly realizing what was going on.He stared at the outstretched hand of the man above his head, as if he was staring at honey that had been smeared with poison. He was not sure what the other party was up to.However, before he finished hesitating whether to be rescued this time, his shoulder pierced by bullets had already made the decision for him, and the muscle twitching caused by excessive blood loss made the former Mr. Assassin's hand soften, and he could no longer hold the maintenance platform. The whole person suddenly slid down the edge.

After falling for less than half a second, his wrist was firmly grasped.

"Didn't I say catch me?"

The helplessness in the tone could be heard through the mask. The man lay on the platform with his entire upper body, as if comforting a vigilant cat: "Since I saved you, how can I hurt you again?"

Not necessarily.

I said in my heart that I don't know you at all, and you want me to hand over my life with confidence. Isn't it difficult for others, but now Joyce can't let him let go of his hand, so he can only keep silent and move around because of the sudden death of No. [-] The metal arm that could be controlled again made up his mind that if the other party did any weird behavior, even if he fell into the sea, he would tear off his arm and bones.

Fortunately, that person really wanted to save Joyce from the bottom of his heart.And his strength is not so strong, pulling Joyce and his dead arm is as easy as picking up a rabbit, so that the ex-killer, who was still very vigilant just now, has not had time to withdraw the unexpected expression on his face Go, his whole body was dragged up abruptly, and he was directly poked next to No. [-]'s dead body.

...that is indeed enough to die in peace.

Thinking that this guy probably didn't even know what happened, and just died like this, Joyce sincerely felt sorry for No. [-] for a few seconds.But when the bloody wound on his shoulder finally sent a sharp pain to his brain, he turned to feel sorry for himself—in order to save his employer from being injured, he must ask Stark to double his salary, and It deserves a five-star review.

So cranky.Joyce shook his head, trying to shake the dizziness from blood loss out of his mind, but almost threw himself to the ground.

Fuck.

Curse secretly.He held the bright red that was still expanding on his left shoulder, and just about to tear off a corner of his clothes to stop the bleeding, he saw a roll of medical gauze being handed to him.It's still brand new, and you can tell it's just been dismantled.

"You need this." Facing Joyce's indescribable eyes, the mysterious man who had been watching him said at the right time, "I'll help you bandage."

His voice was still low, but the initial anxiety had disappeared, replaced by some kind of profound emotion that could not be interpreted.Joyce felt that it was like sadness, or nostalgia. It was a traveler standing at the end of time and looking back at the way he came. At the initial starting point, even if you try your best to suppress it, you can't completely hide it.

And he had an illusion that this person might have known him for a long, long time.

A delicate and unbearable atmosphere spread on the maintenance platform.Joyce stood still and did not answer, and the man also maintained the posture of reaching out his hand, revealing a silent persistence in his movements.After a few minutes of silent confrontation, the always cold former killer couldn't help but take the lead in compromising. He turned his shoulder slightly to expose the wound, and his body was no longer stiff enough to start a fight at any time, and he became more relaxed.

The man seemed to be gratified and smiled, threw away the gun that made a hole in No. [-], and began to cleanly treat his wound.

The brackish sea breeze brushed against his face, sending moist water vapor mixed with bloody smell.The lights of the cruise ship swayed over their heads from time to time, leaving rather weird shadows on the wall.One of the two looked down at the wound, and the other looked down at the hand handling the wound. The sound of breathing was barely audible, but they seemed to be intertwined, leaving an embarrassing and ambiguous blank space between them.

"So," finally had enough of the eerie silence as the man tied the last knot.Joyce coughed lightly, and asked in this way, and sincerely wondered why he was the first to lose his temper: "Who the hell are you?"

The man paused, but did not speak immediately.Instead, he slowly raised his head after treating Joyce's wound thoroughly.

"You're too risky." His voice came from behind the mask, but he didn't answer the other party's question: "Although your situation is much better than theirs, calling that guy out too often will hurt your body." It will soon be unbearable."

This sentence sounded plain and without waves, not even superfluous accusations, but Joyce's face immediately changed.He slowly touched the last dagger at his waist, squinted at the mysterious man who didn't seem to realize what he said, and said in a vigilant tone, "What do you know?"

"I know everything." The man pretended that he didn't see Joyce's movements: "Maybe he knows more than you. Including why you left Hydra, what you were looking for, and why you had to find that Someone who might not even exist."

As he said that, before Joyce could react, he kicked the body of No. [-] beside him, leaned over and pulled the communicator from him, and handed it over.

"Follow this signal, and in that Hydra base, you can find some clues you need. But I advise you to be mentally prepared."

The man's eyes hidden behind the goggles seemed to be full of unbearable: "Sometimes, the truth is not very easy to live. Even if you can find the paternal gene of the genetic molecule, it may not make you all live, you You always end up making the choice you least want.”

"I have already prepared for that." Frowning tightly, Joyce stared at the other's every move: "There will always be only one choice I make."

"Indeed. No matter what, you will never change." The man was silent for a while, and sighed lowly.His figure seemed to shake slightly, as if he was hit by great pain instantly, and even his voice became thin due to the strong emotional impact.

"I know, I've always known..." He murmured and repeated, clenching his hands and loosening them again.And the next second, as if he had finally reached the limit of his patience, he suddenly opened his arms under Joyce's surprised gaze, and directly embraced him.

"..."

The man's hug was like a bondage, with his arms wrapped around his waist, so tight that he almost strangled him.And after a few seconds of gaffe, he relaxed again, as if he didn't feel that Joyce's metal right hand was resting stiffly and threateningly on the back of his neck, as long as he exerted force, his neck would be broken In that way, he rested his forehead lightly on Joyce's freshly bandaged shoulder.

"I know, you're just 'Joyce', you obviously don't have to do everything for 'Zero'."

He took a deep breath, his voice broken like a child who has been away from home for a long time: "But you always do that."

"……who are you?"

If it weren't for being hugged, I would almost jump up.Joyce's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at the man's back in surprise: "Why do you know this?!"

"I'm the one who would never hurt you."

The left hand caressed the back of his neck, and held his metal arm glowing with cold light, as if he wanted to convey the hot temperature of his palm.The man finally touched Joyce's cheek with the corner of his forehead, raised his head, and actively pulled the gap between them to a distance where the other party would not feel threatened.

"Your companion is coming."

He glanced in the direction of the power room of the cruise ship. At the same time, Joyce felt the sound of an explosion coming from there.After blocking the death of No. [-] located on Friday, Tony's armor apparently finally found its owner and re-equipped it on the president's father, and the battle between him and No. [-] also had a clear result.

Watching Iron Man's flamboyant golden and red armor flying out of the smashed hatch, he was looking for him in mid-air while calling his name.Joyce waved his hand to Tony, making sure that the other party saw his position, then turned around, wanting to say something to the mysterious man who suddenly appeared, but found that there was no one around him.

The salty sea breeze was blowing from all directions, carrying the rusty smell of blood, brushing against his cheeks that seemed to still be warm.It's like an incredible dream.

Joyce stood there for a while, gripping the communicator that the man stuffed into his palm.His expression returned to his usual calmness, but it seemed to be a little different.

"Hey, you're still alive!"

Stepping on the blue flame tail from mid-air and landing slowly, the president's father who finally got back his armor lifted off his visor, just about to show off to the other party, but found that his face was a little strange: "What's wrong with you?"

"I do not know."

Glancing at the bullet hole between No. [-]'s eyebrows under his feet, Joyce slowly shook his head, and under Tony's perplexed gaze, he said slowly, "Maybe I'm thinking about adding more money to my reward?"

Tony Why should I say that? Stark: "...fuck."