[Zhongyingmei] Who is my father?

10 minutes, whether it is long or short, is enough for Joyce to explain everything he can tell Tony.

For those he trusts, Joyce is not stingy about sharing his bizarre life experience and experiences. Although he and Iron Man have actually only spent a few weeks together, he understands that the other party is enough to bear all his expectations and has enough. His unique ability can make him make up his mind to fight against the doom that stands in front of him across everything.

No one knew what they were talking about.When Tony Stark walked out of the room, the serious look on his face did not seem to be fake, and he hurried into his unrepaired laboratory.And 10 minutes later, after Zero was forcibly injected with a sedative, he struggled to wake up, and the first thing he saw was Joyce sitting next to him with his eyes closed and resting, with a calm expression, as if he just came to the Avengers Building for a drink Afternoon tea is just like that, and there is no shadow of the fierce battle experienced not long ago.

Zero froze for a moment, turned his head and stared straight at the shadows on the opponent's face, not knowing whether he was in reality or a dream.

"woke up?"

Sensing the change of breathing around him, Joyce opened his eyes, and his eyes slowly moved to the face of his protagonist, with a rare trace of gentleness in his pupils: "I heard that you had a fight with Stark?"

"I... I don't trust him." With his expression still in a trance immersed in a dream, Zero sat up from the sofa in the lounge, stretched out his hand, and covered Joyce's still pale face: "He wants you Take it from me."

"No one can make me leave you."

Smiling, let the other party greedily draw warmth from him.Joyce moved his gaze to the blood-stained cloth on Zero's shoulder. Although he knew there was no need to ask, he couldn't help but say:

"Where's your injury? Are you okay?"

"It's completely healed." It seemed that it was only at this time that Joyce was sure that Joyce was not his dream or hallucination. Zero breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up and sat next to the other party, clutching the hem of his clothes tightly, his lips pursed into a sharp straight line.

Wanted to move to the side to make more room for Zero.But before Joyce could pull a few centimeters away from each other, Zero grabbed his wrist and held him in place with indescribable strength.Although the expression remained unchanged, the force exerted on Joyce made him clearly understand the unspoken toughness of the other party.

"I'm fine, Zero."

Sighing silently, Joyce patted the opponent's hand.But Zero was unmoved at all, and even gripped even tighter, and could almost hear the creaking sound of the bones on the verge of breaking under the heavy pressure.

"A third of the shattered glass from the Avengers Building was inserted into your back."

As if he didn’t hear Joyce’s words, Zero opened the mouth so calmly, but familiar with him like Joyce, it’s easy to hear the madness and fear hidden under the calmness: “Your blood dripped on my face, no matter how you wipe it, it won’t hurt. On and on. I thought you were really going to die."

"Zero..."

"Tony Stark wanted to take you away from me, and I fought with him without even thinking about it. Because I don't want you to die outside my arms." He said so almost indifferently, Like the only empty shell left after hysteria: "Also, I need to know when you stop breathing... At that time, I will never take a second breath more than you."

"Zero." Joyce's voice sank.

"Stark said I was a lunatic, and he was right." And Zero's voice still didn't stop: "I've never been a normal person. Otherwise I wouldn't split you, wouldn't depend on you, no Will come back here for you...do you understand, Joyce?"

"So you want to say, do you regret it?" The only softness left on his face completely disappeared, Joyce turned his head and carefully observed every inch of the other party, with the same flat and cold tone: "You regret letting I was born from your personality? Regret crossing the chasm of time to come here, because you can't possibly change anything?"

No.

"I have never regretted anything about you."

Zero shook his head: "I just hate myself. To this day, I still can't make you understand what you mean to me." And you are still not afraid to leave me in any way.

There was a moment of silence in the air.Silence fermented between the two, as if to freeze time at this moment.

Joyce looked at his main character, wondering what he was thinking, and his eyes became cold inch by inch.And as if sensing the anger contained in the other party's calmness, Zero raised his head, looking back without fear, and was ready to be slapped by Joyce.

However, even though every cell in his body was clamoring to do so, Joyce closed his eyes uncharacteristically.Immediately, the anger brewing on his body like a storm suddenly faded away, leaving only the cold temperature all over his body and unspeakable exhaustion.

He opened his eyes and looked at each other again.His blue eyes were full of indifference and disappointment.

And the moment he saw the emotion in Joyce's eyes, Zero's pupils shrank suddenly.

"How do you know that I don't understand what I mean to you?" Joyce said coldly, since the day he was born, it was the first time he used such an unfamiliar tone to his protagonist: "You Why do you think that everything I do is leaving you?"

"Joe."

As if he had been stabbed in the softest corner of his heart, Zero's face was filled with astonishment, which immediately turned into unconcealable fear.

……Do not.

Don't look at me like that.

It's as if I killed you with my own hands.

"I used to think that I could protect you forever and be the rock on which you touch the world. And you'll always be strong enough to find someone else you love and who loves you...I told myself that's what I'm here for .”

Standing up from the sofa, Joyce looked down at the other party:

"And Zero, you've always been afraid of me leaving you, and you've always shown me your fear. But do you know what I'm most afraid of?"

Zero froze, and couldn't help but let go of Joyce's hand.

And Joyce just looked at him like this, as if looking at a chick that has not yet spread its wings, looking at the first and last mystery of life.Finally, slightly sighed.

"It's time for you to grow up, Zero."

After leaving such a sentence, he turned around, as if he was going to leave like this.

And Zero froze on the sofa for half a second, then jumped up, throwing himself on Joyce's back with a reckless aura.He pressed him tightly into his arms with both hands, ignoring that they lost their balance together, and then fell to the carpet together.

"...Don't go."

Feeling a warm liquid dripping on his neck, Joyce was pressed tightly by every part of Zero's body, and it was difficult to even turn his head, but he still knew what it meant.

He frowned tightly, his eyes seemed to be in pain, but also in patience.And Zero's hands are getting tighter and tighter, as if to crush him like this, every bone is embedded together, no one will ever be able to separate them.

"I'm sorry." Proud as Zero, he never bowed his head to anyone for anything.Only Joyce can make him willing to break all the past: "I'm sorry, Joe... I shouldn't be angry with you with that attitude."

So don't show me that disappointed look.

Don't get away from me.

That would really kill him.

"..."

Feeling the warmth and moisture in his neck, Joyce clenched his fists, his knuckles made a secret muffled sound, and he let out a long breath.

"Don't say sorry to me, Zero. You didn't do anything wrong." He smiled self-deprecatingly: "The wrong person has always been me."

"No." Zero just shook his head.

"We all need to think about it."

With difficulty, he patted the back of the opponent's head in a distorted posture, and Joyce signaled the opponent to get up. He didn't want to just walk away, so he didn't have to be so nervous.

After all, there are still some very important things to do right now.

"Let's go."

Pointing to the top of his head under the searching gaze of the other party, Joyce shrugged and tried his best to put on a smiling expression, but in the end he failed: "Tony is still waiting for us upstairs."

"What?" Zero asked sullenly.

"Collect your genetic data." He replied: "If there is anyone in this world who can solve the problem of genetic collapse, except Hydra, they are the only ones."

……

at the same time.

"Honestly, I feel like my scientific worldview has taken a hit."

And in the still messy laboratory on the top floor, Tony Stark stood with his arms folded among the wreckage, staring at the analysis results in front of him, with an expression like he had seen a ghost:

"What kind of fucking plan did Hydra come up with? Genetic modification based on superhero samples? Why don't they just clone?!"

"Because replication is always inferior to innovation, their purpose should be to cultivate experimental products that surpass these samples."

Pushing his glasses, Dr. Banner buried his head in a pile of data, and replied in a nonchalant way: "By the way, no matter how closely you stare at it, the result will still not change."

"I just couldn't take the blow for a while."

His expression was like a bolt from the blue, although at first it was just for fun... no, more rigorous scientific spirit, but after he got this result, the president's father didn't know whether he should celebrate his luck or lament his bad luck :

"I'm obviously handsome, talented, and the most popular playboy...but now I'm about to usher in a rebellious, annoying little devil..."

"Really? I think you quite like him."

Dr. Banner shrugged his shoulders, not letting go of any chance to run on the other party: "At least you don't have to worry about no one inheriting your inheritance."

"He is so poor, I doubt he will get the inheritance and kill me himself."

Wiping his face, Tony is now extremely worried:

"And did that brat Joyce inherit anything from me? He obviously doesn't see any of my daddy's perfect chic!"

"Isn't it tall?" Dr. Liang swished and stabbed quickly and accurately.

"..."

"Also, they will come up soon, remember to take out the meeting gift you gave your son and prepare it."

Tony: "..."

Oh--

fuck, wait?

Why didn't he know that he still had a meeting ceremony? !

Can I just give the money directly? ? ?