[Comprehensive British and American] When short rich handsome meets tall rich handsome

[Tony?Tony! 】

"...Maria, is that you?" Tony tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't open them, as if a heavy weight was hanging from his eyelids, "Am I dreaming?"

[No, it's not, Tony. ] Maria replied softly.

Listening to that gentle female voice that seemed to embrace everything about him, Tony felt his heart ache, and said in a crying voice that he didn't even notice: "I called you before, but you didn't show up."

He was extremely wronged, like a child abandoned by his mother.After entering Silent Hill, his armor didn't respond to him, and neither did his Maria.

【I'm sorry Tony, but you have to be strong now. 】

Be strong?

It sounds so easy.

Tony braced himself, opening his eyes with all his willpower.

It was pitch black in front of my eyes, with no light at all, like hell.

"Am I still alive?" he asked softly.

He raised his hand with all his strength and touched the hard stone in front of him.

At the last moment, Proxima Centauri's sharp gun penetrated the fuel tank of the car, and the flashing electric current on it caused the fuel tank to explode.

Then the cars in the entire underground garage were ignited, and a series of explosions caused the entire second floor to collapse.

He was crushed below, and the ridiculous thing is that he survived.

[Yes, Tony, you are still alive. ] Maria said softly.

"But I think I'm going to die." Tony took a deep breath and exerted a little force on his hand. He tried to raise his hand and push the slate on his body, but the slate didn't move. "My chest hurts..."

[You just have a broken rib. 】

Not just the ribs, but a whole steel bar was inserted into his waist and abdomen, but she dared not tell Tony.

"Just?" Tony took a deep breath, "I know, I know better than you, because it really hurts. Can you not tell me? I just reassured myself that it's okay."

After he finished speaking, he moved his body and tried to push the stone slab away with more strength: "I think I can still struggle a little bit, really..."

[You can't move casually now. ] Maria said.

The artificial intelligence sounded a little anxious at this time, as if an AI was also worried about him.

In other words, only one AI cares about him now.

"Don't move, okay, don't move." Tony gave up, he lay back on the ground, and murmured, "I didn't want to move either."

"I'm so tired, Maria." Tony murmured, he felt that his eyelids were extremely heavy, and he wanted to close his eyes anytime and anywhere.

Just a minute, Tony, just a break.

Close your eyes and get a little sleep.

But he didn't, he opened his eyes harder and harder.

The pain was stimulating his heart, and his heart was overwhelmed, telling him to give up all the time.

He felt that his eyes were terribly dry, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

"I miss you so much, Maria," Tony said softly. "I dream about you every night."

[I miss you too, Tony, do you want to talk to me? 】 Maria said softly.

"I want to, but I don't know what to say." Tony pulled out a smile, although he couldn't see it, and Maria couldn't see it, "I haven't talked to you for a long, long time, and I don't know how to talk to you." What did you say?"

[Tell me about your recent life and what you have done recently. 】

Tony licked his lips: "I recently went to another world, encountered a lot of magical things, and met a very boring person, his name... cough cough cough cough..."

A mouthful of blood choked his throat, Tony coughed for a long time, scarlet blood gushed out of the corner of his mouth and stained his chest.

He wanted to wipe it clean so that he wouldn't look too embarrassed, but he couldn't raise his hand.

He shouldn't be talking, but when he's not talking he wants to sleep.

"...His name is...Bruce Wayne...he's Batman." Tony's Adam's apple moved, and he rushed up

The blood swallowed back again, "...Look at it, my life has been a mess lately, you know, Bruce Wayne, a boring person. Batman, a lot of trouble."

[Tell me, just talk about Bruce. ] Maria said.

"Bruce Wayne? What has he got to say? Do you like Wayne? Maria?" Tony asked.

【How do you like it?As long as you like it, I like it, Tony. 】

Maria's soft voice passed through his heart, soothing his restless heart.

"I kind of miss him..."

[If you like it, then I like it too. 】

"Like... I like Bruce?" Tony said, confused, thinking Maria's words were ridiculous.

Like Bruce Wayne?No, he didn't like it, he just missed him a little... just a little, because the thought of him dying alone was so miserable.

"He's good, he's a good guy. Batman is tough and good... But I can't, and I won't like him, Maria." Tony said seriously, as if the son was really talking to his mother, "We Too much alike, too much alike for us to like each other."

[Even a friend is fine, is he your friend? 】

"Him? He's not...Maria, he's not." Tony lowered his voice, "He's better than me, stronger than me, mature than me...he... doesn't like me, and doesn't look down on me. Because Tony Tucker always screwed up everything..."

[Tony...]

"...Tony Stark can always mess up everything, can't he?" He grinned, "...Tony Stark...can always mess up everything..."

"... New York... I couldn't save everyone... Sokovia... Ultron killed a lot of people..." Tony said slowly, "Siberia... Siberia...I can't save you, I didn't There is a way to save you!"

[That's not your fault, Tony. 】

"Look, Tony Stark can always mess up everything. It's no wonder Bruce Wayne looks down on me. Sometimes I look down on myself." Tony whispered, "Sometimes I think, there is no Tony Stark in this world." Wouldn't it be better for Stark..."

He coughed violently, involving the wound on his abdomen, causing him to throb in pain.

Taking a big breath, dust got into his mouth.

There was nothing to see around, it was quiet, not even a sound.

Tony thought, it's so miserable that one person must die in the end.

"If there is no Tony Stark in this world, there will be no Iron Man!" Suddenly a voice came to his mind.

Hearing this voice, Tony's eyes suddenly lit up, and then he darkened again: "I probably had hallucinations, I actually thought that there would be a Wayne under the ground."

"You don't have hallucinations! No one looks down on you!" The voice was a little impatient, "Now, Tony, if you believe me, listen to my voice carefully, you must listen to every word I say!"

The voice became soft again, with a soft imperceptible pleading: "Let me save you... Close your eyes, trust me, close your eyes."

"Close your eyes and I'll want to sleep." Tony smiled wryly, once he fell asleep he couldn't wake up again.

"Yes, you are going to sleep now, Tony, close your eyes and come to dream..."

Tony really closed his eyes slowly: "Even if this is some kind of death trap, I can hear you, Wayne."

"...then call softly..."

"Murpheus?!"

Tony opened his eyes suddenly.

For the first time, he saw the colorful... hotel in front of him.

It is indeed a hotel, because [Dream Hotel] is written on the door.

It looks... like a gathering place for some special industry.

Tony wanted to get up subconsciously, but as soon as he moved, he found that the pain in his body was gone.

Looking down at his injuries?There is nothing?

Not only that, but his consciousness has also recovered

.

What happened?

Tony tries to call Maria, and finds out again that Maria has lost touch with him.

"Is it Mr. Tony Stark?" Just as he was thinking, a short and funny man wriggled and came to his side.

It's hard to imagine that a human can grow up like this. If he didn't see it with his own eyes, Tony would think that what he saw was a meatball or something.

The man held an old notebook in his hand, squinted his mung bean-sized eyes, and looked up and down Tony.

"Yeah, it's indeed Tony Stark." The funny villain bowed to Tony, "Okay, passenger Tony Stark, now you can enter the Dreamland Hotel."

"Wait a minute, can I ask what the hell the Dream Hotel is?" Tony asked.

"You'll know when you go in." The villain said, and just after finishing speaking, he slammed his head with the notebook, "You reminded me, I almost forgot, to confirm your identity, you must answer three questions."

He rubbed his head as if troubled, and after a while he said: "First question, what did you dream about on the night of December 1991, 12?"

On December 1991, 12, the Winter Soldier killed the Starks.

Tony's expression was blank for a moment, and then he said blankly, "I didn't sleep all night."

"That's right!" the villain continued to ask, "Then let me ask you again, what did you dream about on the night of May 2008, 5?"

On May 2008, 5, he was rescued, Yinsen died that day, and Tony Stark became Iron Man.

Tony clenched his fists: "I dreamed of Yinsen."

"What did Yinsen dream about?"

"...I dreamed that he told me that his death was all my fault." Tony closed his eyes.

"Correct answer! Well, now is the third question..."

"Let him in." Before the villain finished asking the third question, Tony heard someone in the hotel say, "He is not my enemy, he is a guest who has received an invitation."

The expression on the villain's face immediately became terrified: "I'm sorry, my lord, I didn't mean it."

As he spoke, he kept bending over to apologize, and respectfully said to Tony: "Please, guest Stark."

Tony looked at him suspiciously, then at the hotel, and finally strode in.

"Hello, Tony Stark." At the front desk of the hotel, a black-haired man dressed as a black waiter smiled and said to him with his hands behind his back.

But Tony Stark's attention was not on him at all, his attention was completely attracted by the man sitting in the hotel lobby.

Bruce Wayne.

Bruce Wayne sat in the hall, his head slightly lowered, without moving.

Seeing Tony looking at Bruce, the man dressed as a waiter showed a little smile: "Aha, two partners from different worlds, a touching friendship. But before that, shouldn't you give me a little respect?" ? Take a look at me, Tony."

Tony ignored him, but walked quickly to Bruce and patted him on the shoulder: "Wayne? Wayne?"

Bruce talked to him, so the one who talked to him was really Bruce.

But no matter how much he patted Bruce on the shoulder, Bruce didn't move.

And his body was even trembling all the time, as if he was having a nightmare.

"He can't hear it," said the man dressed as a waiter.

"What did you do to him?!"

"It's not what I did to him, it's what he chose."

After he finished speaking, he slapped his head: "Look at my memory, I forgot to tell you, right? Mr. Wayne exchanged his left eye for your ticket to enter here." The man paused, Blinking, "Now, how can you get it back?"