[Comprehensive] Hero Dogma

"what!"

"Don't, don't get me wrong. Take it easy, Captain. It's a compliment."

"F words are still a compliment 70 years later?"

"Uh... so to speak? In short, what this person means is that he thinks you are so cool, you are so handsome that you have no friends!"

Over there Steve is still looking suspiciously at Tony, and I've caught sight of Bucky starting to slap Paige on another photo, and then type "Paige, you're such a BAMF..." and almost scare me Use your phone as a throwing knife to stop him from pressing "Send".

"Bucky." I held his typing hand tightly and looked deeply into Bucky's eyes, "LOL is good, really, LOL."

Poor Paige would be so wronged if she survived 70 years of ups and downs and was finally stunned by a reply from an old friend!

Steve was still discussing with Tony how to use civilized words, and Bucky was still struggling with how to respond. Dr. Banner, who was left aside by us, coughed a few times, and everyone turned their heads to look at him. And my great nephew.

"Should we continue? If not, I'll go back to rest first. If I don't rest well, people will be more irritable."

I always feel that the doctor's face is a little green, and I believe other people feel the same way.Judging from the efficiency of their sitting.

"Very good." Dr. Banner nodded, "Where were we talking?"

"Report Doctor, you just said the end of the world! The report is over!" Like a good student in class, I raised my hand high in the air to answer the question.

"Yes, thank you, Enzo."

I watched Banner's movement of pushing his glasses carefully, and felt that the green color on his face seemed to fade a little, which is a good sign.

"According to the limited information we have, it includes Asgard's record of the First Civilization that Loki once provided, as well as prophecies circulated from the Assassin's side, and finally cooperate with our observation of solar storm activities..."

Dr. Banner's hand pointed at the projected calendar—

"The most likely date is these days."

At the end of 2012, there are only a few days between now and December, and it is too late to evacuate the entire planet or to study methods that can provide protection for the entire planet.

"What's the solution?" Steve crossed his hands in front of his chest, frowning slightly, "If there is no solution, I don't think today's meeting will be so easy."

"That's right, the solution lies in—" Tony reached out and made a shining gesture behind the rolling eyes of the elder nephew, "TD-DA!"

"Big nephew? I thought he'd been sleepwalking on this machine?"

"Yeah, Meng almost lost his mind and went crazy." The elder nephew rubbed his temples, with a look of lingering fear, "You will never believe who I met in the Animus, who was caught and experimented before me The Templars called him Subject 16, and I heard he went mad and died."

"Wait—could it be the one who wrote the bloody book on the wall?" I remembered what I saw with Eagle Vision at Abstergo headquarters, which was once covered in blood with all kinds of strange words and symbols wall.

"Blood book? Yes... yes! It's him!" The eldest nephew was stunned, and nodded as if thinking of something, "It's him, you will never believe it, he is dead but his consciousness is still on this station inside the machine."

Wait, the soul of the experimental subject killed by the Templars, no, should it be the consciousness?No matter, anyway, the remnants of that guy are still inside that machine, that is to say...

"Please, Tony." I wiped my face with my hand, and looked at Tony, who was standing behind the Animus and pretending to be "I'm busy", "tell me that poor guy didn't die on this kind of machine- ─No! Tell me he didn't die because of this damn sleepwalking machine?"

well.

No answer is the most direct answer.

"Desmond Miles!" I rushed forward, bypassing Dr. Banner who was groaning, buried his face in his hands and turned his back, grabbed my eldest nephew by the collar and took him away. He was forced to lift it up from the machine, "Your brain is decorated on your neck! Did I get you out of the hands of those lunatics just to let you die in another place!"

"Don't act like you fucking 'care' about me!"

The eldest nephew waved my hand away and roared at me with a high voice.

"Yeah! You saved me from those perverts, and I'm grateful for that. But after that? You dump me here and forget about it, and now I'm going to lie down here Machines, and I f-cking found a way to stop the end of the world, so please don't come here and put on an elder face at a time like this."

The only sound left in the whole space was the heavy breathing of the eldest nephew.

I dropped my hands, took a deep breath and stepped back to my original position.Someone tapped on the shoulder twice, and the touch felt like metal.

"No problem." I shrugged, "You're not a brat anymore. I respect your choice."

The eldest nephew looked suspicious, but instead of continuing the embarrassment, he took up the topic of the end of the world again.

"The first civilization left a temple, there should be a way to stop the end."

"I thought that sleepwalking machine just let you...experience the life of your ancestors? Now it can teach you to prevent the end of the world?"

I raised my eyebrows, my eldest nephew was about to jump up and explode again.

"Enzo."

I turned my head to follow the voice, and met a pair of watery eyes.

"uh-huh?"

Zhan Baji raised his mobile phone, and the screen on it had changed from Cucumber's social networking site to a food review site.

"I want this for dinner."

Even though I knew it was an excuse to push me away, my feet still walked towards the kitchen obediently.

Gee.

***

Enzo turned out the door with his front foot, and the innocent puppy expression on Bucky's back foot disappeared without a trace, replaced by the stinky face of the Winter Soldier for decades.

"The temple, then? Where is it? How to get there? What is the method specifically?"

"It's in New York." Desmond answered Bucky's question honestly.

It should be said that very few people can last more than 3 minutes under the threat of the Winter Soldier.

"Very good." Bucky nodded in satisfaction, reaching out to hold Desmond's shoulder as if to encourage the young man, "Oh, there is one more thing."

The hand on Desmond's shoulder tightened a little.

"Stop talking to Enzo like that again. You're the kid who ran away to live a 'normal life', weren't you?"

Job transfer No.90 two steps

Italy, Villa Auditore.

I never thought I would come back here one day.

"Oh my God, Enzo." Tony pushed his sunglasses, turned his head and raised his phone to take a selfie in the sea of ​​tourists, "You are actually a descendant of a nobleman! The heinous corrupt power class .”

"The No. 4 guy on the Forbes Rich List has the nerve to say that others are corrupt."

I lowered the brim of my peaked cap, lowered my head and pretended to concentrate on reading the guidebook in my hand, and started to leave the team when the guide led the crowd to the studio.

"And then your ancestor put a box of bird feathers in his art collection!"

"That's an eagle's feather, not just any bird feather."

Rolling my eyes under the brim of my hat, I began to regret why I had claimed this ground job.I could just hang out in the basement with the others and continue to wait for my nephew to dream up something more precise, but as long as I think about why we flew all the way from New York to Italy in a circle, I can't bear it. I can't help but want to punch that brat over.

"Hmph ~ Eagle Feather." Tony quickly reached out and picked up a feather and turned it left and right when no one was paying attention, "You don't mind if I take one back as a souvenir for Barton? Eagle Feather—Eagle Eye!"

I'm almost crushing that poor briefing brochure to pieces.

"I didn't know you couldn't even afford souvenirs anymore, Tony."

Patience, this is the precious Da Vinci, it cannot be killed.

"Hmm, but centuries-old bird feathers sound cooler." Tony tucked the poor feather into the inner layer of his coat, "and I think Barton's expression will be worth seeing."

The crowd of visitors began to leave in the direction indicated. This was the last visit of the day.It meant I could retreat to the basement and study that damned machine while my nephew wasn't sleepwalking.

"I'm going down. I don't know if the assassin version of "The Borgia Family" will end today."

Taking off my peaked cap, I decided to abandon the stairs and turn directly from the corridor on the second floor to the hall on the first floor.The Auditore Manor has become one of the scenic spots under the Italian official planning.This means that the entire house has been newly renovated, otherwise this centuries-old house would not be able to withstand the devastation of tourists coming and going.

Of course, this renovation does not include the closed basement, but we still want to make sure that no one of the tourists who visits will rush in.

"Good luck. I'm not so optimistic though."

Tony shook another feather from his collection.

"Leave those feathers alone!" I decided to do my duty as a descendant and protect the legacy of my ancestors. "Go to the secret door behind the bookshelf, there is my... private collection."

Then I heard the whistle, I'm sure Tony caught me and told him to go