[Comprehensive British and American] Exchange bodies with Chaoying

"The shield should be placed in the hands of those who are better able to realize its usefulness."

He took out the shield, touched it for a while, and looked at it with nostalgic eyes, as if looking at the past.

Then it was handed over to me.

He was still smiling and asked me if I was happy?See your old friend?

"Happy, but that's not the thing that makes me happiest."

But you, Tony, your forgiveness is what makes me happiest.

I regretted that I didn't say this sentence. Although Tony knew what I meant, understanding it by myself is always different from listening to others.

Tony's words made me happier even though I didn't show it when I went back in time to get the Space Stone.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes, Ido."

When I heard Tony ask this question, I answered without hesitation, how could I not believe him?We are friends.

This is still a consolation, at least I didn't make a mistake to the end, at least I expressed my true thoughts.

But it's all just my own mind, and the person I most wanted it to be heard is gone.

I can't tell Tony that I shouldn't have said that to you - yes, of course I know, it hurt him the most.

"He's my friend."

"Sowas I."

Past tense, I used to be your friend too.

At that time, Tony felt that he was not my friend anymore. I should say that I didn’t think he was my friend anymore, because I talked like that.

It wasn't like that, and I wanted to tell him then that it wasn't like that, that you were my friend and always will be.

But the situation at that time did not allow me to explain it. The anger went to my head and his mind, and he could understand the other party when he calmed down, but he just didn't.

He and I have already walked on the broken bridge, the back road is over, we can only keep running forward.

Even if you can see clearly, there is a bottomless abyss not far ahead.

We both thought we were right, but the moment we made the decision, we were on the wrong track.

I had a dream the day after Tony's funeral, I rarely dream, but it was so strange and impressive that I couldn't even tell the dream from the dream for a moment when I woke up with reality.

In the dream, he was black-haired and blue-eyed, holding a helmet, and said a long paragraph mournfully. There were many names of people in the words that I didn't know, but I could understand what he meant.

"In the mud, in the dust, with the stench of death and the cry of victory—"

"It was at that moment that I saw it, as clear as daylight."

"I saw we were at war."

"I never thought about it until that moment, but right then, I knew we were going to fight."

The words are suddenly sober and suddenly blurred, and I always listen to this Tony's confession intermittently.

"...At first I thought we were going to declare war on evil, but there is neither good nor bad in war..."

"There are only two sides in the war."

"I'm an inventor, I can see into the future, I know there's going to be a war of heroes, I know it."

"So, how to fix it?"

"...I know we're one stupid step away from passing this paper and being divided into enemies."

"We've got to work with the system, we've got to work with those leaders, and it's arrogance to not do that — guilty arrogance, I told you."

"I know I'm going to end up being the decision maker on this side of the dispute because who else is there if not me?"

"There was nobody, so I had to swallow it myself."

"I did what you would do and I took responsibility."

This Tony started crying like I've never seen him cry in real life.I think he is so sad and self-blaming, like a child who has no reliance and is at a loss.

"...and—even though I said I was ready to go all the way...I wasn't."

"And—the worst has happened, the more I can't bear has happened."

"Through all the ups and downs, all the things we said and did to each other, all the painful questions I had to ask, all the horrible lies I had to tell..."

"I will never be able to tell anyone about this."

"Just this one thing!!!"

He bowed his head and hugged the helmet, and I could no longer see his expression clearly in the dream.

"I should have told you that."

"But now I can't..."

The perspective of the dream was switched, and I was finally able to see the surrounding environment clearly, and I was also surprised at that moment.

Because I saw my own dead body.

Of course, it couldn't be my own dead body, because it was a dream, and the things in the dream were naturally not real.

But looking at Tony's sad appearance, I couldn't help but start to doubt it.

His words are so real and clear, are these really just my dreams?

Accompanied by my question, this Tony also said the last sentence.

"It's not worth it."*

As soon as the voice fell, I woke up from my dream. I instinctively looked around and found that I was still familiar with the bedroom of the base.

Instead of going back to bed again right away, I began to think about this plausible dream.

But I found that the content of the dream was rapidly blurring, and even if I tried to recall it, I could only remember a general idea.I can only remember the last sentence of the words that were so clear in the dream.

It's not worth it.

All that was left of the dream was that Tony was talking about the Civil War and my own dead body.I know that Tony is different from the Tony I remember, but what is the difference?hair color?Eye color?

But even this I can't remember.

I thought for a long time in silence in the night, and I didn't realize another thing until it was twilight.

I have insomnia.

It's been a really long, long time since I've used that word on myself.When was the last time you had insomnia?It was the night when I went to the battlefield for the first time. Even though I had received the serum modification at that time, I was as nervous as every recruit.

In the days that followed, no matter how many things happened that made me regret for the rest of my life, no matter how many things happened that made the situation worse, I never suffered from insomnia.

I realized that what I dreamed might not be a dream, because it gave me such a strange feeling, even though I almost forgot what it was about.

I went to the New York Temple to find Doctor Strange.

Stephen sat on the sofa, flipping through the book quietly, and saw me walking in without any surprise.

"Sit down." He put down his hand, stretched out his finger and pointed to the sofa next to him.

I sat on the sofa.

Stephen didn't say anything more, just handed me a cup of tea.

I raised the cup and took a sip. The tea was full-bodied, just like when I drank it for the first time.

The tea calmed my restless heart.

"It calms the nerves." Stephen explained my change.

"Let's talk outside now."

It didn't really take me long to recount my plausible dream to Stephen.

Stephen was silent for a long time after hearing this.

I looked at his serious expression and asked hesitantly, "So it's not a dream, is it?"

"What do you think?" Stephen asked back, without answering me directly, but it was enough.

Yeah, that wasn't a dream, I should have realized that.

"So it's a parallel universe?" I asked again, as if I was trying to prove something, and it seemed that I was just reassuring myself.

"Yes." Stephen nodded this time, "There are many crises in that universe, and almost every time the universe will be on the verge of collapse...although we are stronger there."

"Why did I die in that universe?" For some reason I wanted to know the reason for this, even though it had no practical use in reality.

When I saw my dead body in the dream, it slyly got into my mind, crying out for the truth when I was about to forget.

What truth do you want?Even if it's not a dream, it's a parallel universe, but is the reason for my death in the parallel universe the truth to me?

I felt that things were getting confusing, so I urgently came to the New York Temple for help.

"You were assassinated."

"who?"

"Hydra."

"...It's not very strange."

The development of events in that parallel universe must be different from ours here, so it is not surprising that Hydra can assassinate me.

But if that's the case, why is Tony so sad?

This question popped up again with the elimination of the previous question.

So I asked Stephen.

"It's a complicated story."

Stephen took a sip of tea and said quietly: "You know that I don't have the time stone now. This story is... I saw it when I was detecting how many victory situations there will be in the future."

I listened carefully, and the story Stephen told next could not be said to shock me, but it left me in a state of confusion until I left the New York Temple and returned to the Avengers base.

"There was an explosion in Stamford, 610, eight people died, 120 of them were children... This caused an explosion of public opinion, and it was the fuse of the civil war in that world."

"You and Tony are two factions in the Civil War, he's the registered faction and you're the liberal faction... Naturally, you fight."

"The difference is that there are many supernatural beings in that world, and all the fights were extremely tragic. Some of your companions died... This made the situation even more rigid and irreconcilable."

"Some people you led were imprisoned in Negative Space Prison No. 42, and you and the rest of your companions decided to rescue them."

"There was some Mission: Impossible drama, but in the end you guys fought in the urban area."

"Downtown?!" I couldn't help but scream out in surprise.

"Yeah." Stephen smiled bitterly, "I think you understand what will happen later."

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