[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

Tony felt that the cause of the blood loss had nothing to do with the blade on his chest, the feeling that the blood was gradually being drained from the body, and the biting cold that spread from the back and tailbone: "...cap?"

The captain of the United States in uniform has a wound almost pierced by ammunition on the lower right rib. It is a fatal wound that killed him. When Tony raised his hand in a daze, he saw the ammunition port on his arm armor, which was open. Mode, the bullet that brought death turned out to be shot by himself, Tony trembled violently.

The scene in front of him collided with what he saw that day fiercely, and Tony began to doubt whether his memory was correct. What happened that day, did he see the other person's face clearly?And did you hear the last sentence the other party said?

And now, the man standing in front of him, is it his fantasy or real.

The damage caused by Sleeping Dragon still exists, and Tony’s eyesight and hearing have not fully recovered. He vaguely heard someone calling him, which was very vague like the rustling noise from a player. Tony tried his best to listen, but soon His ears were lightly covered with both hands, and at that moment, Tony couldn't hear anything except what the man in front of him said.

It was Steve who raised his hand. There had never been such an intimate gesture between them as if they were lovers. Captain America's palm was cold, wide and dry, and it was pressed against Tony's cheek, making him shiver slightly.

It made him almost want to cover his ears and eyes, and in this world, he only listened to what the other person said.

The blond man in front of him smiled slightly, and said in his usual gentle and tolerant tone, "Tony."

Tony looked at him, as if he had lost all his abilities. He couldn't speak, move, or even make an expression.

The other party continued to whisper: "...that day, you saw me, right?"

Tony stared blankly at Steve, feeling that the other person's words seemed to have a terrible magic power, which instantly erased the scene he was sure to see. He seemed to be torn into two parts, and his appearance was still dull and dull. Standing expressionless, but inside began to shake, doubt, couldn't stop panic, screaming, after what seemed like a century, Tony finally heard his own voice, hoarse, pitiful, almost crying in fear: "……is it you?"

Steve's hand lightly pressed the reactor on Tony's chest, which was the only light source in the room. The blue was dim and precarious. He stroked it inch by inch, as if touching the heart directly through the blood and bones. It made Tony feel a subtle illusion of intimacy.

The other party's movements didn't stop, his fingers touched the metal wires of various colors, and some metal liquid was brought out, and the sound of water stirred by his fingertips made Tony almost want to groan/groan, Tony felt that he was about to die, like It was what it should have been, but he couldn't raise any intention of resistance, his mind was dizzy, as if stuffed with fluffy cotton.

And the noises heard just now began to appear again, rustling, like larvae hiding in the bushes. It felt like lying on the dark green soft lawn, soft and with a familiar sense of security.

The noise was getting louder and louder. As his metal wire was pulled out of the nuclear reactor, it became louder and louder. It seemed that it gradually became a recognizable sentence, repeating something, and the voice was almost familiar.

"It's me." The other party's gentle and fatal fingertips continued, and when the first metal wire was cut off, a voice suddenly jumped into Tony's nearly numb mind.

In my memory, the man with blond hair and blue eyes covered in blood exhausted his last strength and said, "...Tony Stark, you must live."

Tony looked at the man in front of him, his eyelashes fluttered slowly and bluntly.

And at that moment, the noise finally swelled and expanded into a roar, and the deafening low hum screamed frantically in Tony's ears, pulling back his far-away reason.

Tony raised his head suddenly, he struggled violently to push the opponent away, and then fell to the ground all at once.

His back hit the ground hard, but not the marble floor in the room, but the soft carpet in the hallway.

Tony was lying on the ground with his eyes wide open. In his sight was the low chandelier on the ceiling of the underground palace. The dense golden pattern on the lampshade made his eyes dizzy.

"Tony, Tony?" Someone grabbed his shoulder and called his name in a very anxious tone.

Tony came back to his senses in a daze, feeling that most of the tinnitus and dizziness had disappeared. He coughed and sat up, feeling the burning pain in his back.

"Are you okay?" someone asked.

Tony finally saw who the person in front of him was, and he pushed the person away suddenly, with such force that the person staggered a few steps.

Steve was pushed away suddenly, a little inexplicably: "What are you doing? Sleepy?" He was stunned for a moment, and found that Tony was looking at him carefully, his eyes were full of strange vigilance... and the fragility of crying Fear, as if he was regretting not being willing to push him away, and having to do it again.

"Tony...?" Steve asked tentatively.

Tony avoided his gaze and returned to his usual expression. He casually wiped his face and waved at Captain America. His voice was very tired, but he had already hidden all his fragility: "What's going on?"

Seeing his renewed vigilance, Steve felt a little depressed, but he could only explain in a low voice, "That Sleeping Dragon, you passed out after his claws swept you."

Tony rolled his eyes stiffly, only to realize that both Steve and Harry looked like they had experienced fierce battles, and not far from them, lay a giant dragon, panting heavily, with its abdomen being bruised Knowing whose attack pierced him, he appeared to be dying.

Sleeping Dragon's huge eyes turned to Tony, and his expression strangely seemed to evoked a mocking smile. Its tone was arrogant and self-satisfied, as if it was not the weak one: "It's really interesting."

Steve frowned, and stood in front of Tony without a trace, but Tony jumped up all of a sudden, jumped over the two and rushed in front of the dragon: "Just now... what the fuck is going on?"

Sleeping Dragon spoke heavily, with endless sarcasm in his eyes: "You understand what it means, and what it means, you stupid human being."

"wtf, I have plenty of ways to make you tell the truth..." Tony raised his palm cannon violently, but was grabbed by Harry. He turned around and glared at him. Harry scratched his hair helplessly: "Don't Kill it, and there should be only this end left in the magical world..."

Tony frowned and ignored the other party's words, and shook off Harry's hand. There was a soft sound of bullets being loaded and loaded in the armor.

But Sleeping Dragon took advantage of the moment of their conversation to spread its huge wings, smashed through the ceiling and flew out. The ancient beast was imprisoned in the manor for a hundred years by a mere nobleman. It had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. gone.

"wtf!" Tony went crazy, and a series of bullets were all fed to the wall.

Steve took his arm, frowning slightly: "What's wrong with you?"

Tony glanced at him, but didn't break away again: "...It's nothing, you just said you were hit, what will happen if you get hit by its attack?"

Harry added: "Will sleep forever, sleep forever in a nightmare, the Sleeping Dragon feeds on their fear, and unless the Sleeping Dragon is killed or seriously injured, those who fall into the dream will never wake up. "

Tony licked his bleeding lips: "Nightmare...so everything I saw was fake?"

Harry thought for a while, but just shook his head: "I don't know, after all, there have been no Sleeping Dragons in the wizarding world for hundreds of years... Nightmares may come from people's real memories, or they may come from deep fantasy... Speaking of it just now Didn't it hit you? Don't you know best if it's true or not?"

Tony was silent for a few seconds, then hummed casually, his expression still conflicted and irritable.

Steve looked at him from the side, and he seemed to see the gray and despair spreading out of Tony again, like thorns and vines gradually surrounded Tony, separating them far away, and he held it in Tony's arm His hands couldn't help but tighten a little.

Tony seemed to realize his existence just now, and when he turned his head and bumped into Steve's pure azure eyes, he froze for a moment, feeling that the other party looked a little panicked, and the hand he pressed on his shoulder It was warm, real, and completely different from the dream. Tony felt a slight twitch in his heart. He couldn't tell what kind of emotion was spreading quietly. There was a bit of sour relief, but mixed with some doubts that couldn't be restrained. He responded emphatically, "Huh?"

"If there's anything, tell me." Steve looked at him with a serious tone that made people laugh.

Normally, Tony would laugh at the other party's sternness, but this time, he didn't answer a few words like a ghost, just lowered his eyes, didn't shake his head or nod, his mind was so confused that he couldn't answer.

Steve let go of his hand at this moment, and did not ask Tony for an answer. He knew that for Tony, pressing too hard would only make the other party desperately resist fleeing. He just wanted to let the other party know that he was here, Captain America He can't know what's going on in that genius playboy's head, and he often can't keep up with the opponent's jumping rhythm, but he always has infinite patience.

For the answer, he can wait slowly.

The two stared at each other wordlessly for a long time, so long that Harry had to cough heavily. He felt that he had been completely forgotten: "That... sorry for disturbing your good atmosphere, we have to start running for our lives now, because Lu Hughes seems to be waking up..."

Tony was taken aback for a moment before he realized that the platinum nobleman was unconscious. Malfoy did not allow anyone to approach the basement, so there was such a big commotion that no house elf dared to step in here. This is convenient for them, Professor of Dark Arts Sitting aside and flipping through an ancient magic book, he bent his lips when he heard the words: "Don't worry, he will only think that he was knocked out by his own dragon when he wakes up."

Harry sighed: "That's also when he woke up and didn't see us."

Several people quickly put on the cloak of invisibility and left Malfoy Manor, returning to Hogwarts without any danger along the way.

Before parting, Harry asked curiously, "Professor, what did you say to Lucius later?"

"It's nothing." Snape said lightly, but his heart sank. According to Lucius, their master recovered faster than everyone imagined. He looked up at the peaceful Hogwarts, feeling uneasy. Know what emotion it is.

******

There was still chaos in the Forbidden Forest. After Tony and the others disappeared, Voldemort left, but he left behind his little pet Nagini and a large group of desperate Death Eaters.

Watson leaned against the tree, panting slightly, and bumped Sherlock with his shoulder: "Damn it, Tony and the others... where did they go?"