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Chapter 467 Confession
"I've known for a long time that such a day would come." Although Rogers didn't answer, Tony continued without thinking, "A battle of heroes. Mister Fantastic Reed Richards and I, we developed a Big project, a really genius project where we tried to bring all the variables together — all the people, including the Avengers, the Fantastic Four, governments, etc., etc., and we tried to write an unprecedented algorithm to predict the future.”

The captain moved his eyelids and gave him a sideways glance.

"Yeah, I know, you're not going to like hearing that. If you knew, you'd be scolding me for another stupid and pointless attempt. Well I know you don't even bother to scold me now "Tony sighed softly, "But the point is, this trick works. We really wrote such an algorithm, input all variables, and observe the final possible results. And that result...you should already know it. A game A battle of heroes, ourselves against ourselves, that is inevitable."

Tony shook his head: "I never expected this kind of thing to happen before. We are heroes, we are fighters, we are all willing to shed our blood for the same ideal, and we are all willing to give up everything for worthwhile things. This This is our principle, our battle.

But the battle we foresee is different.There are no demons, no aggressors, no such thing as us being good versus bad, or even good versus evil.This battle is about nothing but opposing wills.

So that's what I see, I see us killing each other. "

He held out his right hand.Liquid metal was released from the pores with a simple thought, and armor wrapped around his palm.

"This is what I've become. I hardly recognize myself now." Tony continued, looking at his hands, "Some guy reminded me of who I am recently, and I think that's probably the answer .The newspapers call me a 'future scientist', and I have always been trying to do so. I see what the future world looks like, and then I discover what the future world needs and what is worth it. I invent, I create, I shape the future the world needs.

That's why I built the armor, that's why Iron Man was born, and that's why the Avengers were even formed.

This is true of everything we have now, and this is how ideals become reality.I'm a problem solver, I invent solutions.And now I know there's a battle of heroes in the future, so as always, I have to be the one looking straight at the problem—how to fix it? "

"So that's the solution you chose?" the captain began, sneering, "Then you are a great inventor. If I ask you, you should see a doctor.

Maybe I'm old, after all I'm 85 years old, I have communication problems with others, and I'm lying to myself.But you are sick, do you understand? "

Tony didn't make a sound, letting him continue.

"You think you can do anything just by fiddling with a computer and writing a few algorithms? What do you think a human being is? A bunch of insignificant variables in your program?

We stood up for a morality we swore to die for, and you betrayed it—just because of a boring program you use to pass the time.Although I am sitting here now, at least I have fought and fought for it, and I have paid everything that needs to be paid.And you?You choose to compromise before you even start a fight.You've lost from the start. "

"Maybe," Tony whispered, "but it's not mine. Well, let me start at the beginning.

For a long time I thought the sticking point would be between ourselves.But I was wrong.I saw the beginning of the problem, but it wasn't with the Avengers heroes, it was with the people's reaction to us.

Over time, people started to take us for granted.In the beginning, the meaning of the existence of the Avengers was a symbol, a hope that people could look up to when the world fell into darkness.But not now.People start to take it for granted, they rely on us to solve problems, not to hope.They were unaware of the shift themselves, but it was there.

This is such a society.The greater people's expectations, the greater the disappointment.People have higher and higher demands on heroes, higher and higher expectations, but lower and lower tolerance.

And then that's when the Superhero Registration Act came along.

The moment I saw it, I knew I had finally found it—the reason for our split.I know what it means and what it all entails.This is where it all started.

I know we're going to be polarized on the bill.I know where everyone stands in this fight, especially you and me.You can't compromise, I've understood that from the beginning.And I also know myself, and I know what choices I will make.

I warn everyone who will listen that we must act according to the law.I say we must have a leader that the people choose to represent them.Anyone who ignores this is an arrogant criminal.

But at the same time, I also know that I am destined to be forced to choose this path.Because if you look around, who else could it be if it wasn't me?Who else?Nobody.So if this is hell, it has to be me.If there had to be one demon in this war, it would be me.

So I did what you will do, I made a choice, I made a commitment.

Because if I don't, innocent people will die.

Maybe this is the last good news, but at least I made it.I know this means, maybe you and I will never be able to talk normally again, and I know I will lose one of the few best friends in the world who can tolerate my bad temper and the best partner of my life.But I tell myself that's okay because it's right, because someone has to do it.

People always sympathize with the underdog, they have a natural aversion to the strong, the pressing, and I know they do.I also know that I have to be this tough guy, being this devil is what it is. "

He closed his mouth and didn't speak again for a while.Neither did the captain.Two former comrades-in-arms and current enemies just sat face to face across a layer of high-tech cages, but they didn't look at each other directly.

"Nice sophistry." Rogers said coldly, "So should this change anything?"

"No." Tony glanced at his watch and stood up. "But I just want you to know. I also want to say that I'm sorry, for all of this. But I don't regret it, never have."

He got up, turned his head, and left the room, leaving the captain sitting quietly in the dark, as if lost in thought.

(End of this chapter)