[Black shield and white tank] A line of sea and sky

"He and I used to sit here, I mean... a similar place. Same street, same shop, same cloudy day," Tony said, ignoring a dark cloud drifting in from far away.

"Me too," Steve said, "he usually asks for a caramel, and I usually—"

"Just a glass of ice water." Tony answered quickly.

The two laughed in unison.

Yes, although they are in different worlds, they still have the same habit.It's just that Tony didn't tell Steve, and later he bought this street and built a row of experimental bases.Nor did Steve tell Tony that he didn't have the guts to go here after the Civil War.

Sitting in this cafe can see the Stark Tower, but the top floor of the tower cannot see it.A long time ago, before officially meeting Stark, Steve used to sit here and describe the appearance of the Stark Building.His mind was full of World War II, Peggy, Bucky, Howard, Howling Commandos, and the train in the snow.

He didn't expect that soon his attention would be occupied by an Iron Man flying out of the building, and the opponent was still very tough, as long as he broke into his heart, he would take root in the super soldier's body.

In fact, Tony also looked down for a long time before taking off. He squinted at the whole city, watching the houses and vehicles line up and shuttle like matches and ants.He thought about the file that Nick Fury showed him, and thought about the existence of Captain America, whom his father had mentioned countless times. He was looking forward to meeting that person, and during his flight, Jarvis took the The captured image is presented on the display screen inside the armor.

That's right, they met before they officially met.

Tony flashes overhead, and Steve looks up.At that moment, they both felt that the other party was not very good, but they didn't know that they would slap themselves in the face after a while.

The two of them looked at the building guarded by Hydra heavily at the moment in silence, but suddenly they seemed to have returned to the past.Steve's shield was still red, white and blue, and Stark's suit was still like a bloody bullet.

"Let's draw a picture." Tony said suddenly, snapped his fingers, and asked the waiter to bring a notepad and ballpoint pen.

"I haven't drawn for a long time," Steve held his forehead and rubbed the corners of his eyes in embarrassment, "I can't even remember the last time I drew—"

"I ruined your album, you can start over." Tony took a sip of coffee and encouraged him.

Steve shook his head in distress, looked around, and asked, "Draw what?"

"Anything is fine," Tony nodded and smiled at the waiter, took the pen and paper and pushed it in front of Steve, "You can draw anything you want."

"Didn't you always hate seeing that?" Steve countered, but he pushed the notepad over with the palm of his hand, ballpoint pen in his fingertips.

He remembered the scene where he showed Tony the album with great interest, and of course he didn't forget the scene where Tony spilled the orange juice on it and simply threw the album into the trash can.

"You're holding a grudge." Tony sneered, seeing that Steve didn't answer, he just smiled and shook his head, and asked again—"Are you really holding a grudge?"

"No, I just—" Steve hesitated.

Tony tapped the note and motioned him, "Give me one, just for me. To the monster with those stupid liquid metals on it, a white monster."

Tony's eyes are sincere, caramel-colored eyes staring at Steve seriously.

He's not going to tell Steve he's sorry for ruining that picture book, he's not sorry.Whether it's wanting to erase Stark from Captain Hydra's life, or hating another Stark's perks.But he really wants something that belongs to him, and he can guarantee that if the painting is dedicated to the current self, he will never pour orange juice on it.

Steve couldn't say no to Tony, he was helpless and confused.He held the ballpoint pen and thought, his beautiful eyes turned to look at the building for a while, and then fell on Tony again.After planning for a while, he pulled the chair across from Tony and let Tony sit with his back to the building.He faced Tony, and he also faced the Stark Building.

"Don't draw me with that building, that's really stupid—" Tony was about to retort, but when he saw Steve's tendency to start writing, he gave Tony a dissatisfied look, and had to rein in the precipice, "Okay , whatever, I said, anything is fine, anyway, you are stupid and used to it."

Steve put pen to paper.

Although it was said that he hadn't drawn for a long time, the hand holding the ballpoint pen quickly slid across the white paper.Ballpoint pen painting cannot be modified, but he does not hesitate in every stroke.The paper rustled, and Tony silently stared at the person in front of him.

His Steve also likes to draw for himself, and draws a lot of pictures, including sketches, sketches, and oil paintings.There are all kinds of things, Steve likes to draw people around him when he has nothing to do, especially likes to draw him.Every time Steve showed him a painting, he'd give it a polite glance and then compliment it with some ji///bad-ass compliments.

Normal people can hear his perfunctory, but Steve is very useful.He will be happy for a long time, and then he will not know where to hide the painting.Tony never asked, and he didn't care.

Tony didn't see the thick stack in the drawer until he was sorting out Steve's belongings.

Those paintings are all stacked together, and some of them have been turned up.He didn't know how Steve used these paintings to recall his appearance when he was separated from the other party.I don't know how many times Steve will stand alone with these poor inks, digesting his missing and loneliness.

Tony looked at them one by one, and put them away one by one.Then packed it in a cardboard box and set it on fire.He couldn't let those things hold him back, the dead should no longer affect the living.He has reasons to live better, so he must choose to forget.

But he did not forget.No matter how hard I try, some images are still deeply imprinted in my mind.

There is a painting in my impression, which depicts some desolate scenes.

It is a snowy night in the painting, and the snow is falling heavily.He hadn't moved the Stark Mansion to the island at the time, and he was still living in that huge, ugly building.

He was standing on the edge of the terrace, wearing a sweater that wasn't very warm.He held a cup of coffee in his hand, and the heat of the coffee drifted away in the cold wind.

The picture is viewed from behind Tony, and Tony's back is the bustling city and the vast night.Below you are the brightly lit streetscape, but above your head is the bottomless sky.

He couldn't remember when he would wear so little and stand outside in such a cold.But maybe he was really thinking about something, so he ignored the physical touch.

Steve drew it so realistically it was like he could actually see that scene with his own eyes.Seeing Tony standing on the top of a tall building overlooking the world divided into two halves, he seemed to be hesitating whether to fall into the mortal world of luxury or continue to fly to the empty heights.

It was a very cold scene, and Tony seemed to be able to feel the coldness of the back of the paper from the picture.At that moment, he thought that Steve could understand him, his hesitation and hesitation, he was reluctant to leave but didn't want to continue.Maybe Steve felt Tony's drifting away at that time, but he didn't want to say it.He didn't want to forcefully tie Iron Man's footsteps with selfish emotions, so he kept silent.

"Your world time is later than mine, I don't know...Maybe your Steve also drew the same thing, I'm not sure." Captain Hydra spoke suddenly, pulling Tony's consciousness back to reality.

Steve didn't look up, but picked on what he had sketched, pondered for a while, and added a few more strokes.

From Tony's point of view, it's actually a complete picture.He sat up a little bit and looked at the table, and Steve pushed the painting in front of him.

Now, Tony could see the whole picture.

He picked up the 32-carat paper and stared at the regular strokes on it.Perhaps because I am not used to drawing with a ballpoint pen, there are still small indentations on the edges of Steve's fingers in a few places.The smell of ballpoint pen ink rushed into Tony's nostrils, mixed with the smell of coffee, a little pungent.

To be honest, Tony wasn't surprised that Steve drew almost the same composition as the captain of his own world.Tony is not surprised even if he is depicting the same scene.

After all, they are the same people, and there is such a large overlap rate of events in the two worlds.Even with the influence of other factors, it is possible to do exactly the same thing in some respects.

That's right, Captain Hydra also painted the Stark Tower.The painting is from the same angle, but with a completely different background.At this moment, it is no longer half a bustling city and half a lonely sky, but the sky is densely covered with layers of clouds, and the soles of your feet are stepping on a blazing fire.

Tony was also standing on the protruding platform of the Stark Tower, which was as huge and ugly as ever.

Instead of his back to the frame, Tony is standing sideways, in a baggy shirt, with another person beside him.The other guy is Steve, and he draws himself.He hugged Tony tightly, burying his head in the hollow of Tony's neck.

Tony, on the other hand, had loose hands, neither hanging down nor hugging each other.The liquid metal in the body was released, winding into a half-arc shape like a dagger.

They stood on the edge of the terrace, their feet shackled together.Tony could kill Steve, but Steve would fall down, taking Tony with him.

This is not a winter night, not even a world.They seem to be at the junction of paradise and purgatory, as if they are waiting for their verdict.

"No." Tony lifted the painting up, examined it carefully, and then pressed it back on the table, "He has never painted such a scene."

"You look the same as my Tony, and it's hard to draw the differences between you." Steve sighed in frustration, as if he was really discussing an ordinary painting so casually and naturally.

But Tony laughed. He laughed at Steve in this world who actually understood him very well.Steve knew he hated himself, but he couldn't help himself.Because he can kill Steve, but at the same time, he will be pulled into the lake of fire in hell.

The dark clouds in the sky had already climbed to the top of the building, and there was about to be a heavy rain.Tony turned around and sat next to Steve.He raised his head slightly to look at the distant haze, finally put his arms around Steve, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Stay." At the end of the kiss, Steve suddenly grabbed Tony's hand.His eyes were warm and sincere, and the red light on the edge of his pupils flickered for a moment.

"I beg you to stay," he said again, tightening his grip on Tony's hand.He wrapped his other arm around him, pulling Iron Man closer.He didn't deepen that shallow kiss, but wanted some more firm but empty promises.

But unfortunately, Tony will not give him.

Tony took his hand out of Steve's palm and patted Steve's chest with the back of his hand.

"Thank you for the painting," he said, and folded the painting in his pocket. "I will definitely treasure it."

After speaking, he pushed away Steve's arm around his back, took out the banknotes and put them on the countertop, stood up, and took the lead towards the building that had been shrouded in clouds.

Little did Steve know at that moment that the murder he planned was looming like a dark cloud.He didn't know that that kiss and that painting were Tony's own way of saying goodbye, and he didn't know that when he turned to deepen the kiss, some feelings that shouldn't have sprouted had already changed in their hearts.

For Tony and Steve, that may be a day that is about to come.But for the people on another small island, it was a rare sunny day.

Suitable for lounging, suitable for dating, of course, also suitable for going to sea.

Zemo stood on the edge of the island, looking at the horizon from afar.The sun's light was very warm, illuminating the sky and the earth through the clouds.With the sea breeze blowing, the sea surface has a beautiful luster.

In his right hand, he holds a mobile phone, and his wife's recording is playing in the mobile phone.

This is his routine before every action, and he has developed this habit since the time his wife and children were really kidnapped.Regardless of whether he succeeded in rescuing his family in the end, this phone call could have changed the rest of his life.

So in the following days, this recording has been kept on his mobile phone, reminding him to keep calm before every major task, because only calm can make a correct judgment.

One by one the men boarded the ship, and they arrived at the same port and wishbone as the Winter Soldier had previously arrived at.After landing in Mexico, they will be divided into several groups, and according to his arrangement, they will march towards the Stark Building wave by wave.

Before he boarded the boat, he took one last look at Kojima and slipped his phone into his pocket.

He gave a few brief orders, and the anchor rumbled away.

The ship set sail, heading for the other shore of victory and freedom in my heart, and heading for the unattainable place where the sea and the sky meet.

TBC