[Comprehensive British and American] Emanuel the autistic

Overcast.

The raindrops are like silk threads hanging from the sky, silently connecting the world and heaven, welcoming the return of souls who are suffering or peaceful in the world.

The entire cemetery was shrouded in diffuse mist, moist and cold, and the coldness of early spring lingered into the bones, as if soaking the lungs.

Arthur held a black umbrella and stood at the front of the crowd.

White flowers bloom quietly on his chest.He stood there quietly, and the pastor said something in front of him, but he couldn't hear a word.

All he could hear was the silent but loud sound of the rain.

The dense, babble-like sound of rain, one after another, connected into one piece, fell in disorder on his umbrella surface, and then slid along the smooth umbrella surface along a soft arc, forming a pattern in front of him. An intermittent curtain of water.

He didn't know how long it had passed, but he just stood quietly and silently until someone patted his shoulder lightly.

He came back to his senses, glanced dully at the sympathetic pastor, stepped forward numbly, and gently placed the white flower in his hand on the black coffin.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Green," he heard someone say. "Your brother is a man worthy of all admiration."

He nodded, expressing his gratitude to the mourner with the last courtesy he could show.

"Please forgive me." He heard others say, "I think this is your brother's wish too."

No, it's not his wish.

Arthur looked at the black coffin.My brother, he once owned the beauty of the whole world, but now he can only sleep forever in the cold sea water, even this coffin, even this coffin covered with petals, smelling of mud and rain, cannot accept his final peaceful sleep .

My brother's wish is to make this world a better place.

It was as a reliable older brother who stood in front of me, took over all the responsibilities from me, and spared no effort to help me realize my dream, so that I could be a playboy, carefree , Unscrupulously enjoying the goodwill of this world.

He has always been like this, carrying everything silently, and for so many years, he didn't even take a good vacation.

And I, who don't understand anything, just squandered the best time when I could stand side by side with him and face the whole world together.

my brother.

I haven't even seen you for the last time.

I must be the worst little brother in the world.

He stood there, watching the soil cover the coffin bit by bit, watching the rain gradually soak every inch of the soil.

He listened to the sound of the rain, the sound of the wind, and the whimpering of the undead who belonged only to this cemetery, as if caught in the rain.

He stretched out his hand, and gently placed the guard brought from the other side of the earth on the coffin.

Until the last inch of the coffin's surface was covered with soil, a hot tear finally mixed with the icy rain and fell silently on the wet land.

"Don't worry, brother." He said in a low voice, "I will definitely investigate this matter... I will never let anyone who hurt you go."

On the other side of the cemetery, a black car parked there silently.

When it rains, the mist rises from the road paved with stone slabs, and the raindrops splash in the small puddles to create transparent and pure flowers.

Steve sat in the car, looking in the direction of the funeral.

weird...

He was born in the war years, he grew up in the hail of bullets, he thought, he should be used to losing.

But what grief in this world can truly be used to?

Parting will always come, but who can guarantee that they will be ready when the parting comes?

So caught off guard.

Once, again, and again.He watched helplessly as his cherished companion disappeared into the mist.

If you didn't trust SHIELD's dispatch so much at the beginning;

If at that time a little questioned the sudden order of SHIELD;

If that battle at sea he could have done better;

Will everything be different?

He lowered his head, put on sunglasses, and covered his red eyes under the black lenses.

"Hydra..."

he read softly.

There was fire burning in his eyes.One day, this little spark will become a prairie fire, burning under the dead and dark night sky, above the bottomless black tide, under the banner of the revenge hurricane, hiding everything in the dark sea The monster was burned to ashes.

"Mr Green."

Arthur heard a female voice, his numb pupils moved slightly, and turned around stiffly, looking at the speaker.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have entered some kind of strange world. It was as if the electronic noise of an old TV losing signal sounded in his ears. Colored old movies.

But this illusion lasted only for a moment, and he soon discovered that the electronic noise was the sound of rain, and black and white were the main colors of the funeral.

He used his dull brain to react for a long time before he remembered the identity of the other party.

Pepper Potts.

CEO of Stark Industries.

It was not long ago that Arthur found out that there was still a stake in Stark Industries in the inheritance left to him by Emanuel.

This is very important, he told himself, Stark Industries is an extremely large group, he must handle the handover issue well, otherwise it will even affect the operation of the Green Group itself.

"I'm really sorry." Pepper said, her eyes were also a little red, "Emanuel is the best person I have ever met, he really helped me a lot, and also helped Stark. There are a lot of industries, but I have nothing to repay him...

I don't know how to ease your grief, but if you encounter any need for assistance in the future, please be sure to tell me and Mr. Stark, we will be happy to help you, please. "

"Mr. Stark?" Arthur froze for a moment.

He did not seem to have seen the famous figure.

"..." Pepper opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he sighed and apologized: "I'm sorry...he...he couldn't come to the funeral due to some temporary business, and I will express my condolences on his behalf ,Feel sorry……"

"It's okay..." Arthur forced a smile and said, "Thank you for coming, Miss Potts. I hope we can cooperate happily in the days to come."

"You need to get some rest, Tony, you haven't slept for nearly seventy hours!"

Tony raised his eyes to look at the holographic control screen in the suit, and said, "I know, I will search this sea area..."

"Don't you understand, Tony?" Pepper said, "You have already searched all the surrounding sea areas within [-] kilometers, and you are trying to do something that is impossible!"

"Maybe... maybe he's somewhere deeper," Tony said.

"You should know better than me how terrifying the water pressure in the deep sea is. It is impossible for the human body to bear it. Even if you are wearing a battle suit and want to enter the deep sea, you will only be crushed to death in an instant!" Pepper said anxiously, " so……"

So give it up.

Emmanuel couldn't possibly be alive, and if he was in the deeper sea, he would have been crushed to pieces long ago.

"..." Tony fell silent.

He was about to say that he didn't care if he got crushed, but then he suddenly thought of the last words Emmanuel had said to him.

Yes, he can't die.

He has to live on.

At least this life cannot be wasted in this place.

He hung up the communication, flew out of the sea in silence, walked to the beach, took off his wet battle suit, and sat on the soft gravel.

He looked to the east, and there was already a twilight on the other side of the sea level.

Yes, Emmanuel, you broke your word.We agreed to go together to watch 43 sunrises around the world, but I was the only one left.

He looked down at the reactor on his chest.

The last small cube left by Emmanuel was being placed in it, shining with a light blue soft light.

The endless cosmic energy became his heart, providing infinite energy for his battle suit.

He looked at it as if looking at the back of an old friend who had traveled far away.

The foaming waves crept up to his ankles and left quietly.

In the ears are the melodious chirping of seagulls.

The first ray of sunlight at dawn slowly flows along the sea level, and the warm and cool colors are separated by the rising sun, which makes the sky look like the most colorful picture scroll written by impressionists.

Its daybreak……

The plot of this article is almost two-thirds gone, and I will enter the third volume soon

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