[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter70 The Eve of the Civil War

With the right serum, you can become a super soldier, but not everyone can become Captain America.

In fact, only Steve Rogers has been truly successful in the continuous improvement, experimentation and research on serum for more than 70 years.

Iron Man won't admit that leaving the Winter Soldier out is a personal vendetta.

Tony Stark admires Captain America. They are the generation who grew up watching Captain America cartoons. Besides, his father has a deep relationship with Captain America. Every time father and son meet, they mostly listen to this crazy scientist father. Tell the story of Captain America.

Of course, as a star who would die without being cheap, Tony would never let Steve know anything that would damage his radiant image.

Tony remembers that it was a night after the aliens invaded, he was sitting in the Avengers Building that had been restored several times, he and Steve sat on the spacious and comfortable Stark sofa, sharing A bottle of 1987 red wine.Tony raised his glass and said: "The Avengers are suffering more and more doubts because of our capabilities. We can no longer allow the public to intensify their suspicion of us, Steve, and the registration bill is imperative."

"No." Steve didn't respond to Tony's toast.He sat on the soft sunken sofa with his back straight, his posture was exactly the same as in the military camp.

"I know what you're worried about, Steve, we have our own publicity team and lobbying team, and we also have enough interests to negotiate with conquest..."

Steve raised his head and poured the unoxidized red wine down his throat, then he wiped his plump lower lip with a tinge of ruby ​​red, and said firmly, "No."

"Captain America lost his temper," Tony said lightly.He catches a hint of an argument, and he doesn't intend to magnify it.

"That's wrong, Tony."

No matter how eloquent and eloquent Tony explained and persuaded, he could only get a silent and stubborn "this is wrong".

Captain America, on the other hand, only dedicated and sacrificed for what he believed to be the "right" belief.

Through the lens, Iron Man sees a chasm that is getting wider and deeper...

Iron Man and Captain America, who are used to quarreling to resolve disputes, did not quarrel this time.

They sipped the tasteless wine and spent the last peaceful night without saying a word.

Tony remembered every argument they had since.Each time it was fuel to the fire.

"The first step is to announce your identity, the second step is to put it in a cage, and the third step is to become a tool... Is this the plan that your world's top three super brains came up with?"

"Please, Steve, don't use metaphors without a sense of humor. It's a trade-off, and we're not tigers in a zoo!"

"The zoo is a wonderful metaphor. Even if we are not loyal enough, you must put us in chains, put us in cages, and release us as hawk dogs when you need us, Tony?"

"If the world needs us to be eagle dogs, then we are eagle dogs." Tony raised his chin arrogantly, his eyes were confused and hurt for a moment, "I admit that my plan is not perfect, but there has never been a perfect plan !"

"Are you going to tell me that this is the only option Tony Stark has decided is a corner?"

"Then tell me what other options there are! How can we overcome the shadow, hostility and fear we have left in the public psyche?"

"Shadows, hostility and fear will not disappear because of the superhero's public identity, Tony, we will be exposed to greater risks, harm and hostility!"

"So you choose to watch the power users and ordinary people fall apart?"

"And you have to pay the price of the safety and human rights of the superpowers, and cause bad consequences."

They argued for a long time, quarreled countless times, and beat each other until their noses and faces were bruised, but their conflicts were never resolved.

In fact, the contradictions continued to escalate and intensify due to their frequent rhetoric and the enemy's ulterior motives, until they became irreversible.

Tony thought about their last battle in New York City.

No, the night before the final battle, in particular, needs to be recalled again.

Tony waits for Steve in the abandoned Avengers Manor.This used to be the home where they fought side by side and even lived together. Now there is a hole in the roof like a bloody mouth, a sign saying "dangerous building, no entry" and an almost impenetrable gate.

A slim figure in a long black windbreaker entered over the wall. A pair of red boots landed lightly and steadily on the ground. He tore off the coat, and inside was Captain America's red, white and blue uniform.

And Iron Man was fully armed, sitting on the only chair in the room, and in front of him was a table that was still in good condition. He was sitting upright like a judge who was about to make a verdict.Tony remembers the broken wood and stone under his feet, the crumbling reinforced concrete above his head, and the setting sun slanting to the west streaming down from the holes in the roof. He opened his eyes, and stared unwaveringly at Steve who came for the appointment.

Tony had no choice but to start with a cliche and uninspired sentence: "Good afternoon, Steve, I'm so glad you can come."

"I got your message." Steve tucked his shield at his side—a gesture of defense and friendliness, equally clichéd and uninspired.

"I know you'll remember the back-up plan after the leak of the Avengers' normal communication channel, I'm just not sure you'll check." Tony tried to tone it down a bit more light-hearted, but it didn't sound like a successful attempt, "I'm worried about you too would think it was a trap."

Between them were heavy court-style tables and chairs, and the remaining daylight from the setting sun.

"No, you won't." Steve waved his hand, and the shield on his right arm slanted towards Iron Man's red-gold armor, "And even if my judgment is wrong, I have the ability to deal with the result."

Tony stared at him through the armor mask.Thank God, thanks to his mask!

"Nobody knows we're here, Steve." He cleared his throat subtly, and wishful thinking that even quadruple-enhanced hearing wouldn't be able to hear through the armor.Then he turned to face a cracked photo on a cracked wall.

On the screen, the elders of the Avengers stand side by side, and Steve's smile is particularly sunny and energetic.

It had been a long time since Tony had seen such an expression on that handsome and upright face.

"After we've been through so much together, after so long..." He gradually approached the photo, using hands that trembled like ripples on the water, trying to straighten the photo, "I think we owe each other a chance to solve our problems, Before other unpredictable things happen." Finally, he was so weak that he couldn't support his body, and he leaned weakly on the armored arm.

Holding the photo on his arm, his eyes met Steve's, so blue, so clear, like a blue flag waving in the wind...

Tony straightened up suddenly, and said in an almost weak and hoarse voice: "You started this war!" He paused for a few seconds, feeling that it was too much like the accusation of a grieving woman, but the adjustment for a few seconds didn't seem to be effective, "I wanted to talk and negotiate with you, remember? I was kind of begging you."

He had to stop again, fine-tuning his vocal cords: "I reached out to you, but you hid an electronic jammer in your hand..."

"It was you who led us into the trap!" The brows under the blue hood were furrowed, Steve pointed to his left hand to reveal his anger, then he lowered his eyelids, controlled himself subtly and deftly, and used almost The gentle tone of the sigh said, "You want to talk?"

Tony felt that his silence was as long as a century.

"Let's talk then." His handsome face, mostly hidden by the hood, lowered slightly, and he sounded sincere and hopeless.

Tony couldn't make a joke out of it.He can only choose his diplomatic words carefully like the most stuffy old man: "It's... I'm glad to hear you say that. I do believe that our problems will be solved, Steve, and we have always been able to solve them before. "

"There are things I'll talk to Tony Stark about, not that mask." He took off the ridiculous hood with a pair of little white wings, and threw his golden hair back, revealing a straight face. , smooth forehead.

By God, his eyes are really blue, his body wrapped in tight uniform and ballet pantyhose, meticulously exudes the hormonal breath of abstinence...

"I can do this." Tony automatically retracted the armor on his face-who can resist such a sexy blonde with a model figure?

In similar situations, Tony would usually let himself smile and show his gentleman, demeanor and style, but at this moment, he could only be silent, staring at the other person's equally silent blue eyes.

"So, you want to talk about…" Steve spread his hands, and Tony just came back to himself.

"Oh yeah, look, about Bill, you know..."

"That's not a good idea, let's start talking about other things." There was a firm and submissive force in Steve's swinging arms, and he was always the one giving the orders.

Tony obeyed without hesitation.He pointed to a wall and said, "Look, I knocked through that wall once, do you remember?"

A smile and warmth finally appeared in those surprisingly blue eyes against the background of the blonde hair, and Steve even raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "How could I forget?"

Warning, warning, breathing intensity increased by 27%, heart rate increased by 79%...

"That was the first time we met, and it was also the first fight. You punched the wall open and called me a 'chameleon'. I just thawed out not long ago, and I was completely ignorant of everything you said..."

The heartbeat that had just calmed down was on the rise again, and Tony eagerly argued: "I've never seen a chameleon before—he's the enemy of the little spider. I don't know anyone who can be so good in disguise! He's just like you when he's around me! God, I mean, even his blood smells just like you!"

Steve raised his shield and made a blocking motion, his plump lower lip bulged slightly: "I remember."

"Even if we almost killed each other, two or three sentences can make it up. I hope I can recall what you said at the time, it seems very old-fashioned and funny..." Oh, Tony Stark, you are not You are an out-and-out liar, you clearly remember, you remember everything.

"Okay buddy, I'm glad this finally came to light. You're not sad, are you?" This time, Steve laughed out of his heart. Obviously, he was also immersed in those good old days, and his whole person was like A faint light shrouded it, which made Tony's eyes dim.

"Of course not, Captain!" Iron Man replied kindly, and for the first time he felt that it was so difficult to control the muscle activities of his cheeks.

After all, they are still not indulging in those dazzling old days full of passion and blood. Captain America and Iron Man put away their smiles at the same time.

After all, they have to look forward.