[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

"Mr. Zemo? Mr. Zemo? Mr. Zemo, don't you just keep talking..." Peter felt fear enveloping him, and he seemed to smell the despair that lingered on him when Uncle Ben died breath.

"Hey, Mr. Zemo, do you remember when we first met, I thought you were really nice at that time, you looked so kind, and the way you smiled was like—like sunshine, I was a very shy, cowardly guy back then, and I didn't dare tell Aunt May and Uncle Ben about school, you told me to be strong....I really, really liked you—you still In, right." Peter didn't know what to do to save him, all he could think about was talking, talking, trying to keep Zemo awake - he was too scared that Zemo wouldn't answer him anymore.

Zemo lay in the ruins, the pain seemed to have gradually disappeared, Peter's voice was blurred in his ears, but because of the familiar voice, he felt calm, but then something seemed to collapse, and Peter's voice disappeared Already, after the cracked concrete fell to the ground, the world became silent again.

Peter landed on the platform of the Avengers Tower, his phone landed on the tempered glass, he was stunned for a few seconds by the sound of the phone collapsing and the ensuing sound of disconnecting from the other side, but then he bit it Teeth, wiped the tears from his face, picked up the phone, and rushed to the inside of the Avengers Building again, this was the only place he could think of to find help.

Tony Stark happened to be in the studio today, and he had just left the studio to drink a cup of coffee when he saw Spider Boy rushing into the room from the tarmac. "What happened?" he asked in surprise.

"Mr. Zemo..." Peter said, his voice trembling like a dying patient, "he's buried, help him, Mr. Stark..."

Tony Stark immediately summoned the analysts of S.H.I.E.L.D. to find the source of the signal. Peter couldn't help much, so he could only wait on the top floor. Now he was sitting by the French windows on the top floor of the Avengers Building, completely They huddled together, put their heads on their knees quietly, and looked out the window.

Steve Rogers just finished his mission and walked out of the elevator.He had heard about the boy in the living room from Stark's phone call and wanted to do what he could to comfort him.To be honest, Steve has a very good impression of this boy. Even if he has superpowers, few people have the courage to punish evil and promote good and help others.In doing so, the boy has proved his purity of heart.

"Hi, hello." Steve said, "I'm Steve Rogers."

The boy immediately turned his head, wiped his face indiscriminately, and said, "Hi, captain, I, I'm Peter Parker."

"Okay, nice to meet you." Steve showed a reassuring smile, he shook hands with Peter, and continued: "I heard about Helmut Zemo from Tony."

"No." Realizing what he wanted to do, Peter immediately refused, "Mr. Captain, I don't need comfort, I just... I just want to be quiet, and I will get better myself."

"Okay." Since he himself refused, Steve couldn't force him to comfort him, he just said: "Things will get better."

Peter didn't say anything more, he couldn't make any expression, he turned his head out of the window again, Mr. Zemo would not die, he told himself that he had assassinated so many Hydras, survived so many ambushes and survived Come down, he won't die like this.

When Zemo woke up, it took him less than a second to realize that he was alive, and a few seconds to recall if he remembered how he was rescued before he opened his eyes.

The light blue ceiling, with the small white chandelier hanging on it, looks very warm. It doesn't look like a hospital, but like a nursing home.He blinked his eyes and tried to move to feel the condition of his body. To his surprise, his body didn't feel any pain.

This made him start to doubt his own sanity, whether he is no longer alive, otherwise why can't he feel anything now with such a serious injury?He sat up, his body did not hinder his behavior, he touched his chest, where a few ribs should have been broken, only a thin layer of bandage was wrapped, he moved, this time he felt pain, but It's so light it's almost negligible.

He looked out the window, a green color, the edge of the woods could be seen in the distance, a typical English countryside scene.The sight convinced him that he wasn't in another world yet.where is he?Who saved him?Zemo began to quickly mobilize his thinking to think, Hydra?Impossible, it would be good if Hydra didn't kill him, and he would never choose such a comfortable place if he wanted to lock him up.So who is it?Osborne?

It should be Osborne, Zemo thought, he stood up, walked to the window, and found that it was raining very finely outside the window, and the window was covered with fine water droplets, which condensed into a ball and fell.He put his head against the glass, and there was something running in the distance. It was a few horses, and there was a man on the horse, so he should be driving the horse.

It wasn't normal, and Zemo found himself clueless.

He should be in a nursing home. His injuries are almost healed. It should be Osborn who saved him, but why are there no wounds on his body?And why is he in a nursing home?He turned around and looked around to find something that could prove the current time.

His room is spacious enough, with blue and white as the main tone, a small table stands near the door not far from the bed, and there is an open newspaper on it. Buried under the factory for four days - no.

Zemo's hand touched his abdomen. There should have been a bullet embedded in the muscle, but now there was only a thin layer of bandage there. He felt the fear from the unknown.It's not normal, what happened to him.

The door in front of him was opened, and he immediately raised his head, staring at the person entering the door——Harry Osborn.

"Hey, you're awake." Harry Osborn smiled at him at the door holding a bottle of soda water. "You look very vigilant," Harry Osborn said.

"What happened," Zemo asked, "what did you do to me?"

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emmm.... How should I write Zemo's feelings for the little green goblin....