[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

Tony reacted, but he didn't move, just sat on the sink with his legs spread apart, with Steve still standing between his legs, lifting his jaw and dabbing away the oozing blood with his thumb , chuckled softly: "It doesn't look like he's bleeding to death yet."

Tony raised the corners of his lips: "Oh, how lucky."

There is a subtle and ambiguous distance between them, as if they can feel the heat from each other, but without any real touch.

Tony leaned the back of his head against the cold mirror, raised his eyebrows and looked at the other's handsome nose bridge and slender eyelashes, which appeared blurred in the mist. Steve lowered his head slightly, and evenly applied the re-created foam on Tony's face. On the lower jaw, the position of the wound was carefully staggered, and the movements were extremely serious.

The blade stuck to Tony's jaw, and the cold edge made Tony tremble uncontrollably. He tilted his neck up, and the blood vessels were beating regularly within a millimeter of the blade. The feeling of exposing almost all his weaknesses to others made Tony nervous. Tense, heart beating wildly, the sense of crisis that his life is hanging by a thread made his fingertips hot, half/boobed, he wanted to tear each other apart, wanted to shoot each other with bullets, as if only any of them could survive the blood splash. Let him return to a sense of security.

But it was Steve, Captain America, which strangely soothed his crazy and restless heart. His warm palm wrapped his chin, and the beard was carefully shaved off with the knife edge, and it was rubbed against his skin without feeling uncomfortable. No injury, Captain America controlled the quadruple strength very well, which made Tony feel relieved, his life seemed to be completely held in the hands of that person, protected and cared for, as if he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, tense nerves Still screaming, he tossed back and forth between extremes of emotion before finally calming down.

Tony spoke, his voice was mixed with j□j hoarseness, like a siren singing: "...it doesn't matter if you hurt me."

Steve bent his lips and said in a low voice, "Shh...be quiet."

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"Huh—huh—" There was silence in his ears, except for the sound of the wind, it was his panting sound, Tony found that he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe, but it didn't matter, anyway, he could feel the oxygen being poured in from the special pipe in the armor , forced it down his throat, he was still some distance away from death.

But his teammates are different, Tony can feel the body temperature of the guy he is holding in his arms is passing away bit by bit-before this day, he never thought that he would hug him in such a pretentious posture, Steel Xia hugged Captain America, and it sounded like a bloody headline fabricated by a certain daily newspaper in order to earn a gimmick. God knows how bad their private relationship is.

He heard his own voice, which was indistinct due to the isolation of the armor: "Hey, stop kidding cap, captain...Steve?"

No one answered, of course not, he died, and just now he said his last words to himself, but what did he say, fck... Tony cursed in his heart, the armor at his knees was worn down by the stones in the ground There was a harsh sound, he had damned forgotten it, it had only been a few minutes since Steve said those words last, and he forgot it all, it seems that someone scolded him right, Tony Stark Really a heartless bastard.

Tony blinked, the blood from his forehead stained his eyelashes, making him a little uncomfortable, but he didn't bother to pay attention, he just kept thinking, what would that old-fashioned man Captain America say?Probably some old-fashioned Long live S.H.I.E.L.D.?The Avengers will live forever, it has nothing to do with him anyway, he just needs to make up something to listen to the old guys from S.H.I.E.L.D....

The sound of the reminder system that the oxygen was about to run out kept screaming, and the scarlet and dazzling indicator light made people dizzy.

Oh, Tony belatedly realized that there had been no S.H.I.E.L.D.

All, everything, is over.

Agent Coulson is dead, Hawkeye is dead, Black Widow is dead, Hulk is dead, even Captain America is dead, all heroes are dead, the city is now full of mechanical cold steel bars Vines, all of humanity is doomed.

He suddenly remembered that Steve's last address to him was: "Tony."

The number of times Captain America called him that is very few, which made Tony almost laugh: "Stop playing any tender and nasty games at this time, dear captain, get your fucking hands off! I'll bandage you, give How about you tie a pink bow?"

As long as Tony Stark is nervous, he will chatter endlessly. Even in the mission, this problem has been educated by Captain America many times, but he found that he couldn't get rid of it until the end.

"What are you doing? It's useless for you to make gestures. I won't be quiet. It's decided that I'll tie you an oriental Chinese knot. Take your hands away..." Tony shook his head irritably. He actually knew Captain America Why didn't he let go of the hand he was pressing on the wound, because there was a hole there, which was directly penetrated by the heavy ammunition, aha, he didn't even know what the hell was left in that position.

The man with blond hair was coughing up blood and suddenly grabbed Tony's arm, holding his arm armor with four times the force and it was about to shatter. Then he said something in the most serious tone in the world.

Tony thought vaguely, the last thing he said to himself was...

"Tony Stark...you must live."

Tony knelt on the ground on one knee, held the corpse of the blond youth and raised his head, roaring hysterically, like a wild animal weeping blood.

In the dead silence, someone stood in front of him with graceful steps. The other party was still in a suit and leather shoes in the apocalypse. He looked dignified, hardly like a real human being. He was wearing a golden-red mask on his face as always. mask.

Tony looked at the man, the source of all nightmares, the chaos that started the day he showed up: "Who the fuck are you...?"

Tony raised his hand to uncover his exaggeratedly colored mask, but the arm was broken by the great force directly through the gauntlet.

"Did you forget?" The man chuckled, put down Tony's limp left arm, and gently pressed his hand on the pure blue nuclear reactor on Tony's chest, pulling it out without hesitation. The colored liquid kept gushing out, and the sound of blood vessels bursting clearly entered Tony's ears.

And the man's last voice echoed in Tony's mind before he fell into eternal darkness.

"I'm……"

"Boss, hey, Tony, Tony...Tony Stark! Sober up!" Pepper angrily covered his boss's face with a folder, and then watched the legendary hero Mr. Iron Man incomparably He rolled directly from the swivel chair in embarrassment, and finally opened his sleepy eyes three seconds later, slowly got up and sat on the ground, rubbing his eyes and looking around blankly.

Pepper couldn't help pressing his forehead: "I should really take a picture of you and send it to the news agency. Those children who admire you will definitely cry when they see it."

"..." Tony Stark didn't speak, and sat on the soft carpet with a dull expression. He subconsciously touched his chest immediately. The blue nuclear reactor was working well, and there was no trace of being torn at all. .

He scratched his neck in a daze, and looked around. It was the office he was very familiar with—but it had been bombed long ago! wtf!What's happening here?He seemed to be experiencing a near-death experience of being pulled out of the entire reactor just now. Why was he sitting in his office the next second and being slapped on the head by his secretary?

Tony got up in a hurry, ran over and lay down in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Stark Tower had a good view, and the streets of New York were as lively as he remembered. Vehicles of various types were arranged in an orderly manner like toy cubes. Then, pedestrians the size of ants shuttled leisurely among them.

Business as usual, New York is alive and well.

Tony turned his head to look at his still beautiful and competent... and thankfully healthy subordinate, and said unconsciously: "Oh, the number of wrinkles at the corners of the eyes is right, that's right, I've already suggested you to get an injection... ...Aww!"

"A date?" Tony repeated in a low voice before he recovered, looking at him in confusion, "Why?"

"I think this is the right step to start a relationship." Steve looked at Tony and smiled, but couldn't hide the tension in his smile.

Tony didn't understand why the other party was nervous. He thought for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes wide and pushed the other party away: "Captain, you can't be..."

"I think we should have a chance to have a serious talk." Steve looked at him and said seriously.

"No, don't go on, there's nothing to talk about." Tony's expression was full of vigilance and vigilance. He danced for a few seconds, then leaned against the mirror as if discouraged, scratched his face, and the two were silent for a few seconds. Tony When he spoke again, his tone was so cold that it was almost cold, "Captain, I don't know what you misunderstood... As far as I think, going to bed will not affect our relationship."

"..." Steve wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Tony.

"We are very compatible in terms of j□j, and we each get what we need, isn't it good? Captain, this is how modern society is. A serious relationship is not good for anyone." Tony re-buttoned his jeans and looked at Steve. Husband looked gloomy, and explained a few more words, "Especially me, you see, didn't Little Pepper kicked me to find Happy, she didn't choose me for a smart woman, which proves that I have How bad."

To most people, Tony has a free and easy personality. If you ignore his venomous words, he is a good friend, brother and the best candidate for jjj, but he is really not a good lover. Falling in love with him is more like Arabian Nights.After all, his interest comes and goes quickly. When he is in a good mood, he can praise you to the sky, and when he is bored, he will turn around and leave without hesitation. He covers himself as tightly as an armor, and is unwilling to reveal the slightest bit. Sincerely, very few people can bear such a lover, even the little pepper who once knew him best.

"Captain, I'm sorry to misunderstand you, but I really... don't have any other ideas, you know I've always had fun." Tony smiled casually, almost cruelly, "But I do have to admit, we really did in bed. It's a great fit."

Steve looked at Tony silently, as if to verify the sincerity in what he said, Tony casually picked up his set of wizard robes on the bed, as if he was completely unmoved.

There was still an ambiguous and charming smell in the room, but the air cooled down quickly.