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

Tony and Steve bounced off the bed as Jarvis rang the alarm.Steve immediately opened the dark hatch door, and Jarvis quickly sent the new armor through the dark hatch.

Steve quickly grabbed the uniform and put it on, and picked up the shield in the dark cabin.But before he closed the partition of the dark cabin back, the power supply of the building was suddenly cut off.

The room was pitch black.

"Tony!" Steve took out two guns from under the bed, and yelled secretly while listening to the sound of fighting in the hall.

"I'm here." Tony turned around, and the fluorescence on his chest became the only light source in the darkness.

Steve immediately approached him and stuffed two guns into his hands, "Find a place to hide, I'll send two soldiers at the door to protect you, don't come out if you don't hear my voice."

Without waiting for Tony to respond, he walked towards the bedroom door.The soldiers outside the door knocked on the door a few times in time, and Steve opened the door with peace of mind.The soldiers handed him the night vision goggles, and each of them put on a pair.According to the instructions of Captain Hydra, flash into the door, and then gently close the door.

There were a few gunshots and screams in the hall from time to time. I thought the main battlefield was still in the hall on the first floor, but as Steve walked downstairs quickly, he killed two or three people wearing night vision goggles one after another. The killer who touches up.

It seemed that this was a long-planned operation, and the number of killers dispatched ranged from a dozen to as many as 30 to [-] or even more.

Steve pulled /// the shield that had snapped off the opponent's throat, bent down and rushed downstairs more cautiously than before.He and Stark were on the upper floors. It stands to reason that even if the external power goes out, there is still a power supply system inside.But now there is no light in the whole building, and even Jarvis is silent. Presumably, the enemy either cut off the internal lines together, or interrupted the equipment with a strong signal.

Steve stopped for two steps, and suddenly rushed towards a soldier who was going up.Hold the other party's neck and twist it neatly, so that the other party can lie limply on the ground.He dragged the body around the corner and tried to find the communication device of the other party.

But it is true that he did not find effective communication equipment.The building's signal was cut off, and everyone's actions were set before departure.

This is not just an ordinary assassination, no communication equipment means no order to retreat.It seems that they can't retreat, or complete the task, or die in battle.

Steve drew the opponent's gun and held it by himself, and continued to walk downstairs.He kept dodging around different corners, finding gaps to kill the dotted opponents.He tried to identify the clothing of the visitors, but they all wore unmarked camouflage uniforms, and it was impossible to tell which organization they belonged to.

But he didn't have time to interrogate him. Once he thought that Stark was still in the bedroom a few floors above, with no armor and only two soldiers guarding the door, he had no way to show mercy.

He can't let anyone pass, everyone has the potential to pose a huge threat.

He went down several floors all the way, leaving one or two corpses on the steps of each floor, and finally reached the hall.

He huddled behind a screen next to the podium, across from the wine room and kitchen.He wanted to analyze which direction the key battle came from, so that he could take the lead in solving the main force.But if you listen carefully, there are sounds of fighting and gunfire everywhere, and those bursting fires are like scattered stars, flying in a mess in the huge hall.

Just as he was trying to figure out a countermeasure, or randomly choose the nearest place for support, he suddenly felt someone approaching behind him.

He immediately turned his head, but he was still a step too slow. The man pulled the trigger directly at him, and every bullet hit his vitals precisely—forehead, neck, left chest, and thigh.

As luck would have it, even with the suddenness of the attack, Steve still managed to put his armor on in time.Bullets clanged against that incredible armor for a moment, before they all landed at his feet.

I thought that such a deterrent force would be enough to make the other party stunned, but unexpectedly, the man shot another shot at Steve's night vision goggles, as if he had been prepared for a long time.

That's right, this is the only weak point in his whole body.

Despite Steve's immediate defense and ducking, the left side of the night vision goggle was grazed by the gun and cracked due to the close range.

Steve threw the shield with his backhand, and the moment the opponent was hit and embedded, the thigh artery was cut and blood gushed out.

The bright red blood filtered through the night vision device into a bright green, and the other party immediately knelt down on one knee.But instead of fighting back while kneeling, he shouted toward the hall—"Here! He's here!"

Steve grabbed his neck and pinned him to the ground, punching his skull hard with his fist.In just a few strokes, the skull was smashed out of plasma and brain matter.Those bodies///ye splashed on Steve's body and the ground indiscriminately, and he swallowed after a while.But the message he wanted to convey had already been conveyed, just when Steve picked up the shield and was about to shift his position immediately, two more people rushed towards him from behind.

After one person jumped up and grabbed his shoulders, he clamped his neck with a cross, and the other hugged him around the waist, trying to tie his legs.

Steve tripped backwards instantly, but thankfully, the one who made contact with the ground was the one who was trying to choke him.The man's hand was very strong, even if his back was directly on the ground, he did not relax at all.

Steve had no choice but to grab his head with his free hand, his fingers caught the other's night vision goggles and quickly tore it off, threw it aside, and then raised his hand again, digging out the other's eye socket.

The man shook his head and struggled for a moment, but he couldn't escape Steve's gouging. The eye socket was thrust into the eye socket with a finger, and half of the eyeball was pulled out bloody.

The arms stuck around his neck finally came loose, and Steve quickly grabbed the side shield and smashed hard at the head of the person holding his legs.The edge of the shield was embedded in the flesh again, and the entire shield was covered with splattered blood.

But he had exposed himself, and more people rushed towards him one after another.He had no chance to shift positions at all, and there were more people than he thought, and if he didn't kill them, they would stand up again.

This really is a death squad.Even the one whose eyeball had been gouged out earlier wobbled back up with one eye open.He no longer has night vision goggles, but it doesn't seem to matter much if he does or doesn't.Through the lens, Steve could see that the other person's one eye was staring at him, like a hungry wolf that would pounce on him at any time.

Steve reaches for the hand///gun that came along earlier and shoots him in the head.Then he turned his gun around and fired several shots at the people closest to him.

But the bullets would always go empty, and he had no replacement clips.Hydra soldiers almost have to be two against one to compete with the opponent's forces, let alone escape to help the Hydra captain.

Steve took a few steps back, pressing his back against the wall.

Now there are at least seven or eight people in front of him, not counting the guys lying on the ground who are not completely dead.He squeezed the shield tightly and ran to the left suddenly. When the person on the left made a defensive posture, he immediately turned around and threw the shield at the person on the right.

The two men were hit in the abdomen by the rotating shield and fell backwards.Steve took the rebounded shield and continued to rush to the right.

He tried to make a gap with the shield, but what he didn't expect was that when the four people on the right fell down, there was still a circle of enemies standing outside.

He picked up the gun on the ground again, but he couldn't fight against so many people. Even if those people rushed up and pushed him down, he was very likely to be subdued.

But he cannot surrender.He can die and become a prisoner temporarily, but he can't imagine making Stark a prisoner, and he won't accept the ending that Stark is not protected by him again.

The encircling circle of those people is getting smaller and smaller, more and more depressing.It seemed that even the oxygen had become thinner, and Steve felt strongly suffocated.

His legs were wrapped, his arms were grabbed, he was pinned by two men from behind on his shoulders, his knees were in excruciating pain, and someone tried to kick him down and make him kneel.

According to surviving Hydra soldiers afterwards, Steve became very scary that day.Not only is Captain Hydra terrifying in the past, but he is like a devil, a god of death on the battlefield.

Even Steve couldn't control the sudden burst of power from his chest.He didn't know which part of his body he used, but he managed to shake off the circle of people who were holding him.

His eyes glowed red, like a wolf guarding hell.He was terribly fast, and the group of people had barely been pushed away before Steve jumped up and punched the nearest opponent across the face.

His fist penetrated directly into the man's skull, like a tablecloth on which the glass was placed suddenly pulled away.The speed is as fast as lightning, and the strength is simply violent.The cup fell back to its original position steadily, while the guy whose entire face had been pierced was still standing firmly in place.

It wasn't until Steve withdrew his fist that he saw the guy on the opposite side in the pierced skull, and saw the enemy standing behind, with astonished and shocked eyes.

That's not four times the combat power, it's forty times, four hundred times.

Steve was no longer human at that moment, he was like a behemoth in a frenzy, roaring and roaring in blood and brains.Even though he was so quiet that he didn't even breathe, the killers were also quiet, because they had gone where they should have been before they had time to let the shout out of their throats.

In the darkness, someone turned on a flashlight, and the light path waved and shone on Steve from time to time.Steve was covered in blood, and beneath the blood was his blue-white-red-striped uniform.The emblem of Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D. went up and down with his movements, harvesting the enemy's soul like a sickle.

The captain's bravery boosted the morale of the team members, and they regrouped and fought the enemy together.

It is not clear whether it is the attacking party or the guarding party, who is more like a desperado.

That day, the Hydra team members understood.Regardless of whether this is the power of Hydra or not, and regardless of whether Steve appears in front of the world as Captain Hydra or Captain America, he is the irreplaceable person.His strength, his authority, his ruthlessness, everything about him has the capital to make people follow him to death.

He can indeed give Hydra a completely different page, and he can complete the mission that previous leaders could not complete.He is authoritarian and independent, but he is also strong and brave.Maybe there will be another person who dares to challenge him in many years, but right now, at this moment, he is the only king.

"You can disbelieve me, but you can't say it." Steve Rogers said so when he first appeared in the secret stronghold of the organization.But now, he has proved with his actions that he is worthy of this wild statement.

Stark was right, Hydra's soldiers wanted someone who would lead them to victory.The rats have been in the sewers for too long, and Steve will lead them to hope.In this hope is bread, milk, dignity, and dreams.

They can't ask for it, and they want it.

It is not known who connected the backup power supply, or destroyed the interference equipment, the lights in the hall were turned on again, and the autonomous security system in the Stark Building was running with it.

Countless muzzles protruded from the walls, ceiling, and counters, aiming at the remnants of soldiers who hadn't been wiped out.

Steve took off his helmet, feeling unbelievable pain all over his body.But they won, even though there were corpses everywhere.Those enemies who were still alive were all suicidal, and the order not to be tortured had been delivered. One by one, they lay down foaming at the mouth under the aim of the gun, twitched for a while, and stopped moving.

Steve wiped the blood from his face, and the color of his eyes had returned to blue.

"Clean them up, search them for any necessary information, and report to me tomorrow morning." Steve ordered lightly, turned and walked towards the stairs.

The person he needs to protect the most is still on the top of the building, and he doesn't want to wait a moment, he can't stop a step until he can make sure that Tony is also unscathed and safe.

But the moment he went up to the bedroom, he froze.

He clearly remembered that he didn't put the living people upstairs, but the two soldiers who were supposed to guard Stark had died, and they looked like they had been dead for about 5 minutes.

The bedroom door was ajar, and there was no sound from inside.

Steve clenched his shield tightly and held his breath, he didn't know who had eluded him to get here, and Tony, Tony—

Tony collided head-on with him.

"You—" Steve was stunned, and looked up and down Iron Man, but found no obvious wounds.

Tony's expression also flustered for a moment, but he quickly returned to his normal expression, as if the flash of astonishment just now was just Steve's illusion.

"I thought the fight was over," Tony said calmly, taking a half-step back.

"Yes, the battle is over." Steve said, and glanced at the two corpses at his feet.

The body had no gunshot wounds, but had sharp wounds to the abdomen and temples.He had to think of some sharp weapons that only Stark could control. He was a little sad, but he didn't want to tell the truth.

"Are you... injured?" Tony tapped Steve's chest, forced a smile, "Does the armor work?"

"It's easy to use." Steve said lightly.Of course it works, Starkey products are always top-notch.He choked up a bit, and tried to raise the corner of his mouth, "...Thank you."

"You're welcome, I mean..."

Tony was a little guilty. He wanted to explain how the two people on the ground died, but from his point of view, he should say he didn't know.But the two of them were placed in the bedroom to protect him, except that he could use liquid metal to come out, avoid the detection of the night vision goggles, and then kill the two, there is no redundant explanation.

He looked into Steve's eyes, not knowing what to say for a moment.He is going to escape, you see, he has killed the only obstacle.He only needs to walk out of the bedroom and go around to the end of the corridor on the same floor, where there is the secret passageway where Wishbone and the Winter Soldier came out.

He leaves quietly, like Wishbone and the Winter Soldier.He will hide from everyone's sight, and from this moment on, everything that happens during this period is really like a dream.

But Steve came back so fast that he didn't even consider the possibility.Captain Hydra was out of breath, as if he was really afraid that he would be in danger.

Stark is indeed in danger, but the source of danger does not come from those messy soldiers, but the familiar and unfamiliar people in front of him.

What would Steve do?He is not stupid, his frozen expression means that he has seen through Tony's motives.Once again, Tony betrayed the other's trust, three times already.Yes, three times.He killed Steve three times.What will happen to him?Broken his legs and really chained him to the house?Or give him a shield immediately and kill him directly?

Steve's eyes looked like the former, after all, what he wanted was a puppet, not a corpse.He already had a corpse, and he wanted something new.

But no matter which one it was, they didn't guess right.

Steve just froze for a while, then wiped Tony's face with his hands, and pointed to the bedroom.

"Go in and tidy up," he said.

Pack what?Clean up Stark?How to clean up?Do you want to start now?Tony didn't want to be led out on a chain to meet the lackeys, but it didn't seem like he had any other choice.

"Wash your face, where did you hide just now, and you've got dust all over your body." Steve said again, his eyes were a little red, it didn't look like he was reddened by anger.

Steve wiped his fingers across Tony's face again, and patted him on the shoulder to beckon him in.

"What about you?" Tony asked.

"I..." Steve shrugged helplessly, his eyes rested on Tony's face, he hesitated for a while, and smiled, "I'll go later, I have to get rid of them."

As he spoke, he pointed to the two lying down.

Tony also nodded, and slowly moved into the depths of the bedroom.But he couldn't move, so he just stood in the bedroom, quietly watching Steve's every move.

Steve leaned down and checked the soldiers' pockets, took out all the walkie-talkies, earbuds and other personal equipment, and tried to drag them away.

Steve's eyes were still red, but he didn't speak again.He knew Tony was watching him, but he didn't want to talk to Tony, and for the first time, he didn't want to say anything.

But Tony couldn't bear it anymore. Seeing Steve trying to help him dispose of the corpse, he came out of the bedroom again and asked in a low voice—"Aren't you curious about how they died?"

"Not curious." Steve replied quickly and simply.The corpse was dragged on the ground, leaving a long bloodstain.The soldier's eyes were still open when he died, so Tony must have moved very quickly and deftly in the assassination.

Tony chased after two steps, and asked again, "How long are you going to lie to yourself? You can see it...you can see it, right? You clearly know that I—"

Steve remained silent and continued to drag the corpse forward.He was almost at the stairs, but still a certain distance from the elevator.

Tony simply rushed forward in two steps in three steps, stepping on the calf of one of the corpses.

Steve continued to pull forward, as if he didn't see that Tony had stepped on it.He doesn't want to meet Tony's eyes, it scares him.There are some things that have to be admitted, but if he really breaks through, he doesn't know what the consequences will be.

He wanted to keep Tony, that was the only idea from the beginning.He wants to protect him, to change him, to let him be with him, and then let everything start over.

But Tony didn't allow it, Tony didn't even give him a chance to deceive himself.

"I killed him, I was going to escape, I killed them both. While you were fighting bloody battles to protect me, I was thinking about how to escape from your clutches."

Tony's words were very calm, but he spoke very fast. He was afraid that he would regret if he didn't say it, so before he regretted—"You see who I am now? No matter what you do, even if you die to protect me Down there, dead in the arms of those people, I don't even feel anything. Don't be stupid, Steve...you should be sober."

Steve didn't move, his hand still lodged in the corpse's armpit.His head was down, and he didn't lift it until Tony had finished speaking.But his shoulders were shaking, and he was trying to fight back some kind of emotion that was almost breaking the embankment.

Tony didn't see his tears, Captain Hydra probably didn't even have tear ducts.

Time seems to have passed for a long time, until the smell of gunpowder smoke is no longer strong.It was so long that the blood dragged on the ground began to dry and turn yellow.

It's been so long that Tony thought he couldn't wait for a response, so he would obediently go back to the room to wash his face and tidy himself up obediently.

But Steve spoke, albeit very softly.He rested his hands on his forehead or somewhere between his eyebrows, gritting his teeth.

"...you don't have to say it, Tony."

Steve's voice was trembling, but the veins in his neck were bulging, "You said it... What should I do... You said what should I do! Should I kill you, no... I can't arrive……"

Steve choked up, his hand stuck under the corpse's armpit clenched into a fist, "...I can't help it, and I don't want to. But if you have to force me to choose between keeping you or killing you..."

Steve didn't finish, he couldn't finish.In the last sentence, Steve seemed to use the force of a roar, but the voice that came out was still suppressed and deep.

He didn't allow himself to be captured by this emotion for too long, and immediately controlled the fluctuating emotion.Taking a deep breath, he clenched his teeth again.

Now he continued to drag the corpse, like he hadn't said anything and Tony hadn't done anything.His expression was stern and calm, and there was no killing intent in it.

No killing intent.

Stark swallowed his saliva, his heart churning and uncomfortable.He wanted to say something more, but he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He'll go in and wash his face, and Steve will take care of the body.They can discuss the identities of those people just now, take a shower, have a meal, and sober up.

However, Tony did not wait for this opportunity.

When the gunpowder smoke cleared and the sniper scope could finally aim at the person inside the glass window, the bullet precisely pierced through the window, pierced Steve's armor, and exploded a beautiful flower of blood on his side.

TBC