Wishbone is also very poor today [Comprehensive British and American]

That day, just in time for Bullock to return to the base after he was on duty, he was wearing a gas mask and bulletproof leg wraps, and he was dressed like a heavily armed terrorist.After more than ten days, the task of encircling and suppressing Hydra in this small country was not going well. Several agents had turned into cold corpses and were transported back to the country.

He took off his tactical gloves and throat guard, clutched the wound penetrating his waist, and leaned against the wall to pant. He didn't know if it was an illusion. Bullock felt that the senior agent who commanded this mission seemed to be targeting him.

Shaking off the blood dripping from his hands, Bullock waited until the medical staff, and after being treated in the advanced medical cabin, most of the wound healed.

"Agent Rumlow," the logistics staff at the base held a satellite phone and looked at him with a embarrassed expression, "Agent Coulson's phone."

Bullock propped himself up on the bed, took it over, and asked rather modestly: "It's me, what's the matter?"

Coulson's tone hesitated for a moment, and then Bullock heard him say in a very soft tone: "That's right, Mr. Stark rescued Ms. Maria Rumlow from AIM yesterday..."

Brock frowned, feeling that this matter had nothing to do with him.

"Then what?" he asked.

"Due to physical reasons, Ms. Rumlow has passed away," Coulson sounded a little sad, "Do you want to see her for the last time?"

Brock's wound, which hadn't fully healed, suddenly started to hurt. He paused for two seconds while holding the phone, and said very flatly, "No need."

Coulson was a little embarrassed by his blunt refusal, his comforting words were stuck in his throat, and he choked up and down.

"Then the bureau will grant you a month's leave after this mission." Coulson wanted to use his thoughtfulness and gentleness to give his subordinates some human care, "You can perform this mission with peace of mind."

"Wait a moment."

Hearing Coulson mention this mission, Bullock rolled his eyes and suddenly changed his mind: "I'd better go back, I want to see her."

But in fact, he just felt that if he continued to stay here, he might die.Given that his boss is an idiot and keeps assigning him very unreasonable tasks.

Coulson did not know why he was relieved. He asked about the layout and personnel arrangement of this mission, and after confirming that Brock's temporary departure would not affect the overall situation, he finished the paperwork and prepared to let Brock sit on the next afternoon by himself. The plane comes back.

Bullock silently packed up his few poor things, blindfolded amidst the roaring noise of the intercontinental plane, and took a long sleep.

When he got off the plane, he found that someone came to pick him up.

That idle bubbly guy is Tony Stark.

"Why are you here?" Bullock took off his sunglasses, feeling a little strange about this.

At that moment, Bullock saw the expression on Tony's face clearly.

is twisted.

Tony seemed to have something unspeakable. He stared at a pair of big moist eyes, held back for a long time, and finally said with a kind of heroism of Joan of Arc carrying a sword on the battlefield: "Actually..."

Bullock: "Huh? Put your farts away."

"I'm your uncle???" Tony closed his eyes, like a witch tied to the stake, waiting for the final verdict of cruel fate, his long eyelashes trembling a little.

"Oh," Bullock carried his bag and walked forward indifferently. After taking two steps, his footsteps were slightly stagnant. After a long minute, he turned his head and asked calmly and dullly: " What did you say?"

A few wisps of cloudy wind drifted between the two of them according to the situation, rolling up a clear cloud of dust.

"My dad's old man, Howard Stark," Tony slowly opened his eyes, like a little mermaid who has lost his voice under a spell, "is your mother's father."

Bullock: "..."

#who I am#

#where am I#

#生活有什么意思, please let me break the starry sky and leave this illusory world#

At this time, Tony's head was also messed up, and he began to narrate the beginning, succession and turn of the matter to Bullock like a running account.

……

Three days ago, Jarvis took what Maria wanted from the Gotham Bank safe.

Out of a simple humanitarianism, Tony did not leave, but stood aside and watched the old man who was exhausted.

Maria slowly opened the delicate wooden box, her eyes were like a faucet that had been in disrepair for a long time, and tears filled with countless viruses rushed out, matching her face that was also in disrepair, like the tears of a crocodile .

From Tony's point of view, it can be seen that the box contains some odds and ends.

Some candies that have passed the expiration date long ago and stuck to the packaging, some pink and tender hairpins, and a plush bear the size of a palm.

Maria's hands, like dead branches and broken leaves, were reluctantly pawing inside. Finally, she took out a few folded papers and unfolded them little by little.

It was a group photo of a family of three. Two men of about the same height stood on both sides. The little girl in the middle smiled brightly at the camera and posed in a funny and ridiculous pose. .

Maybe it was because the scene in front of him was too miserable, Tony sighed in his heart.

He turned to leave, trying to give Maria some privacy.

After taking two steps, he realized something, maintained the posture of hands and feet, and stepped back step by step, leaning his head to have a look——

Isn't that goddamn man inside his father Howard? !

Although the adolescent Tony always felt that his father was not a good guy, maybe he had a bunch of illegitimate children outside his mother's back.

But the facts proved that Howard, the prodigal son, was very resolute when he turned back. In addition to showing no false words to his own son, he also showed no false words to all Omegas, and cut off all the love affairs with his own hands.

Over time, Tony let his father go, and the main point of attack during the quarrel became that Howard was an irresponsible father who didn't love him, didn't care about him.

Tony's thoughts gradually drifted to when Howard was still alive, they got along and quarreled bit by bit, and he didn't notice that Maria was gradually crying out of breath.

When he came back to his senses, Maria had already collapsed on the bed, only breathing in but not out, and the medical equipment connected to the bed made beeping warning sounds.

Tony came to his senses, flustered, not knowing what to do.

Maria stretched out her hand while she still had the last bit of strength, trying to tear a piece of paper hidden in the corner of the box into pieces.

After a while, the emergency personnel from the hospital rushed in, pushed Maria to the emergency room, and started the last rescue.

Tony was left alone in the room. He squatted on the ground, threw Maria to the ground, and packed the scattered things into boxes one by one.He didn't dare to look at the photo any more, he flipped it to the back and threw it in.

But I accidentally saw the words written on the back:

This is the first time I've met another dad!Hope they can take me to the amusement park tomorrow to play together!

Childish childish body, the letters look like they are full, with a round belly.

There were still some scraps of paper on the ground. Out of curiosity, Tony found them and put them together. There were also footprints of the first responders when they entered and exited, but it couldn't conceal the shining value of this scribbled note.

The handsome handwriting neatly recorded various complicated formulas and parameters from beginning to end.

As a scientist, Tony's eyes were glued to them like pieces of iron attracted by a magnet.

——This is the alchemy formula that could not be found all over the world more than 40 years ago.

It has been quietly preserved for 40 years in the hands of an ordinary woman who can even be called the scum of society.

Until Clint's voice wakes Tony up.

He shuffled up the shreds of paper and put them together in the box. He couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, but his face showed a kind of calm.

Not long after, a doctor delivered the news of Maria's death to those present.

Tony held the doctor back, with a tired look in his eyes, he pursed his lips and said, "Help me and Ms. Rumlow do a DNA test."

Clint and Quicksilver next to each other widened their eyes. The nosy duo missed the first scene of the gossip this time, and they didn't keep up with the progress of the matter at all. They were a little confused for a while.

Not sure about the situation, they didn't dare to spread gossip, so they obediently sat in the VIP lounge of the hospital, waiting for the test results to come out.

Tony stayed up all night with blue eyes. He couldn't help lying on the table and slept for a while, but when he opened his eyes, he saw a test sheet placed squarely beside his head.

This piece of paper proves in black and white that he and Maria do have the same genetic father.

Suddenly there was an extra cheap sister, and Tony thought about it calmly. Judging from Maria's age, she was Howard's child before he met his mother. This matter is reasonable and legal, and there is nothing to criticize.

But emotionally speaking, Tony was indeed very complicated.

But no matter who is thinking about it now, none of this means much to Maria.

She is dead.

Her whole life was adrift, and every time her life was just about to get on the right track, there would be a sudden change, knocking her into the mud step by step. She didn't learn from Bullock and Selena, and faced the unfair fate like a mad dog Biting back hard, only stained with the self-willed depravity of the nest.

But no matter how forgetful she is, she still remembers what her father told her in Hydra's secret fortress—if she can escape one day, don't disclose the alchemy formula to the public, and if she finds someone who can make good use of it, Hand it over, and if you can't find it, hide it.

So Maria hid the little girl in her heart along with the recipe for more than 40 years, until she lived that innocent girl into a pale ghost.

And what are ghosts?

Unfinished business, that's all.

Perhaps future generations will engrave a sentence on her epitaph:

She was not a good mother, not a good person, but she was always a good daughter from birth to death.