[Marvel x You] Otome Proposition

You are dead. Wife.

01

He had a melancholy face, full of all the scents of cloudy days and decaying soil after rain.

In fact, he looks childish, with big innocent eyes, the corners of his mouth are easy to turn up, and his delicate face is silent and focused.In Sokovia's huge ruins that can't be seen at a glance, you quietly watched him collapse peacefully, and the fingers that dug up the stone were stained with blood and dried to cracks in the flying dust.

You are at peace, yet feel a pity that cannot be ignored.

Zemo still has hope.There are many kinds of hope, the dead ones that cannot be realized, the undetermined ones that can be expected, all of which are agitated in the burial ground of tens of millions of corpses after the war.There is still hope here, before he finds proof of the death of his wife, parents and children.

For a moment, you wonder whether luck and misfortune, the body and the beating heart, are consolation or painful sentences.

He was really lucky and unlucky.After two days of digging through the ruins, the first time he found the body, his bloodshot eyes finally started to cry and then dried up.He hugged his father, and the father hugged his wife and child. The wife tightly protected the child, as if wrapped in layers of flower buds, vulnerable to a single blow.

Only the belated outermost layer, the useless outermost person, failed to protect their husbands, sons, and fathers.

His sadness is so real, it touches you in the faint sunshine behind the dark clouds.

You walked over hesitantly, and approached the crying man clinging to the dead body, feeling an unspeakable sadness in your heart, and at the same time, an eager tenderness, wanting to comfort him and comfort him.

Just like he used to when he sighed.

Your fingers passed through his exposed left hair, which was lighter than a gust of wind, without leaving a trace, and you suddenly hung down your right hand that could not comfort him, and he still clenched his teeth, as if there was no one else around, angry and helpless pain weep.

Looking at your transparent limbs under the blue and white sunlight, your broken and messy clothes, and your dead heart resting in your chest, you think slowly, and slowly recall a little memory.

Regarding the panic and despair in Sokovia that day, you closed your eyes and shed tears after hugging your children and relatives tightly, and the instant destruction came, when you and your children were motionless and gradually became stiff while waiting for rescue.

Two full days and two nights.Your body was dug up by your husband, and you returned to the long-lost embrace to experience death.

The body is cold, and the soul is slightly cold.His embrace was filled with sorrowful warmth.

Zemo.Between the cold and the warmth, you think of your husband's name, and you see the pain and despair he is showing at this moment.You who have become a soul still have an instinctive response to tears and an emotional response that cannot be extinguished.

You remember your own death.

02

Naturally, you love your husband and choose to fall in love, marry, and raise children with him.Not only the familiarity of long-term life, but also the tender feelings revealed in the long stream of water, all of which support you and make you feel happy and satisfied.

You were alive before the Avengers fought Ultron's Sokovia.The son hugged the Iron Man miniature toy, excitedly got into the moving car, and could see the real superhero through the car window.You bowed your head, smiled and smoothed your son's messy hair, urging him to sit down.

Zemo looked in the rearview mirror with a relaxed smile on his face.He told you - don't worry, they are fighting in the city, we are a few kilometers away from there and will be safe.

After moving out of the city, you were relaxed and happy for a while, living an ordinary and ordinary life.When your husband is away for work, you seldom complain, and when you miss him, you will call Zemo and talk slowly about some insignificant or warm little things.

When he is busy, you just leave a message, and then gradually fall asleep with thoughts.

Your last message was short, but you didn't forget to say the usual "I love you".You are very glad that you remembered to say this sentence and did not leave more regrets.

But when you die, this message is like a sea that keeps rising and falling, full of salt, rushing into his cochlea.

Every time you open it, your gentle and sleepy voice comes out, as well as the sound of tiny slippers tapping, and the sound of a child's steady and slight breathing.These voices rose and fell, and Zemo listened to them over and over again. Some things dissipated and shattered in the washing sea water, and no longer existed.

He can no longer find a peaceful life as an ordinary person and understands that he has lost all happiness.

Colonel Helmut Zemo.You've heard of his name and title before you met him.But after they met, they found that he was a gentle and cautious man, who always respected you and protected you, fell in love slowly and ordinaryly, and determined each other's minds.

In the end, when he proposed marriage nervously, you laughed and cried softly, and took a sweat-stained ring that was clutched in your hands, and you didn't take it off until you died.

You don't see him again as a soldier until he dies and becomes an indestructible soul.Zemo's heart is close to death, leaving the body to carry out a long-term revenge plan.

After his tears had dried, grimness, calmness, and resourcefulness returned.You watched your husband start to investigate information, organize materials, and decipher documents. He rarely mentioned these intelligence work experiences to you, but you can understand at a glance that he chose revenge, which is his only motivation for survival.

You also wanted to open your mouth to comfort him, but there was nothing you could do. His face fell into depression and madness, but you could no longer use your fingers to gently brush the tired corners of his eyes from the ends of his hair scattered on his forehead as before.

You don't want to hate the source of the war, but you also clearly understand that the most beneficial actions of superheroes are to save the world and maintain justice.But for your husband, the superhero has cost him all his lovers and loved ones.

Your husband, Zemo, is desperate to avenge the "personal revenge" that destroyed his life.

He has completely cut off his way back to normal life.Even though the "enemy" has unimaginable power, Zemo resolutely chose revenge for the innocent family members who died.

Even day and night, in the millions of published Hydra materials, Zemo kept cracking the encryption program to obtain information.You've been by his side, you know he's tired, and you've got a moment's relief from the busyness of not having time to think about the war.

The powder of instant coffee is at the bottom of the cup, and the undissolved particles are coagulated. When you smell the inferior aroma, you forget that you are dead for a moment, frown, and reach out to take the coffee away.But the coffee was snatched by another pair of hands with physical bodies that could actually touch things.

He picked up the coffee casually and poured it whole into his stomach.You can only stare at him helplessly.

It must be very hard to drink and very uncomfortable.

Except for an incandescent lamp lighting the table in front of him, the surroundings of the hut were dim or even dark.Zemo put the coffee cup aside and stared at the complicated and difficult documents on the table. At the moment when he was dizzy from exhaustion, he seemed to see his wife hurriedly trying to come over to help him, and his worried eyes were all illusory. I cast it myself.

After waking up in the blink of an eye, Zemo stood still and smiled wryly.He thought it would take some time before he could see her.

In order to miss you temporarily, Zemo turned on the phone to leave a message. After a short and gentle greeting, you heard the words you often said.

I love you.

03

If you know what flowers are given to your dead loved ones, you will think of the moon today.Not lacking, dissatisfied, unknown, not dark, it is the most ordinary moon.

Maybe white roses.It could also be lisianthus.

The graves of you and your family and children are all in the city.The central city is like a beating heart, developing vigorously. There is not much noise far away from the road. The cemetery is clean and beautiful, and the tombstones are neatly erected.

The body that once contained the soul is placed here, behind the tombstone, under the earth, in the coffin.

You can only follow Zemo, and you will cry silently when you pay homage together, pray for the father and children, and for the young or old souls who have left, hoping for their happiness in the afterlife.No more this permanent and hasty farewell.

He always came to the cemetery near dusk and evening, and often the sky was not completely dark, but the moon had already come out.The last time you said goodbye was also at dusk, an unconscious farewell. You hugged him face to face, and the child hurried out from the yard in front of the house to hug him.

Zemo knelt down, kissed the child's cheek for the last time, and gently kissed the cold tombstone.It's so cold, he sighed in a barely audible voice, lowering his eyes.

The sound was like a sea breeze with a fishy smell, blowing out the scattered starlight, only the moon was bright.

When you followed Zemo during the day, you got used to his patient and labor-intensive deciphering work.It should count as work.His life is driven by a revenge plan, step by step, step by step, and he gets what he wants.

He is unwavering, you stare at the wedding ring on his ring finger on his left hand, and you can do nothing but let him fall into the whirlpool of hatred.You deeply understand the pain, despair and madness that your husband cannot solve.The moon is as pale as the gray day. When Zemo went to the cemetery to stroke the smooth stele, he may also know that his madness is sober and unscrupulous.

The plan is watertight.A year-long track of superheroes, long-term meticulous deciphering work, you have even seen Zemo interrogate the remnants of Hydra with your own eyes.

Like the army's interrogation skills, he pressed questions slowly, carefully checked the information, and obtained a lot of information under the fear of others.At that time, his eyes were fixed on the person who was submerged in the water standing upside down, looking calm and cold.

He also killed an innocent psychiatrist.When dealing with people pretending to be his identity, he is calm and composed, without showing any timidity.

That look is very strange to you, but you also know that it is the other side of him, showing up for revenge.Everything originates from superheroes, and everything cannot be blamed on superheroes, but the charm of hatred is no different from Pandora's box. Once opened, it is difficult to recover, and it can even support people who have lost everything to try to survive.

Mr. Zemo, your Mr. Zemo, how much he cares about you and your family, how much hatred can't be extinguished in his heart, licking his bones and burning out severe pain.

If he could, he would take one for the safety of his family.Before moving to the city that has not yet been destroyed, you set up the house together. In order to make the children happy, he also took some effort to set up a swing in the yard. When the weather is not cold, you can swing and play. When you swing, the breeze blows, Comfortable and cozy.

You and your father also made up your mind to plant a tree, but you haven't decided whether it's an apple tree, a cherry tree, or a grape tree, which is also very good.You love crisp apples, and Zemo also wants to plant apple trees for you. Although there is no shortage of apples you buy, the ones you pick have another precious meaning.

He silently regarded this as a gift for you, and carefully selected and bought plump apple seeds.But the promising fertile land was buried deep in the ruins when he came back.

Because he is usually introverted, Zemo didn't say any warm words to you, but just loved you gently and firmly.

You are lovers and family.

The tacit understanding of lasting love is always in the heart, only death, only death, can separate you.

04

The smoke of civil war hung over the plans.Using mutual confrontation and manipulation, Zemo approached the end of revenge step by step.All murderers, all victims, all villains, and all avengers, there is no real winner in this civil war.

There is no absolute justice.

Zemo practiced his belief in "justice" and persisted in his revenge plan for you and your family.You understand his pain, feel sorry for his depression, and repent for the innocent lives he hurt.

Like an ordinary husband, a strict soldier, Zemo has promised you that he will protect and love you, guard your family at all costs, and take revenge on anyone who hurts you.

He fulfilled his promise, stood on the opposite side of superheroes without hesitation, and became a dangerous person.

Even though he understands that nothing should be blamed on superheroes, hatred has captured all his time and thoughts in the future.You have watched your husband walk into the abyss soberly, and see him destroy those killing machines that are strong enough to resist the national army. His purpose has always been clear.

"I know I can't kill them. People who are stronger than me have tried. But, I can make them kill each other."

When you are sitting on the roof of the building, you are beside him, slowly approaching, he is holding a silver gun in his right hand, and holding a mobile phone that saves messages in his left hand, watching from a high place, listening to the fierce battle sounds during the civil war .

Zemo lost a lot of weight, and at the end of the revenge, it was like digging out blood and filling the dry skeleton, and it also collapsed in an instant.The last time he went to the cemetery was a few months ago, and he finally chose the bouquet for the funeral. It was not white roses or fragrant gardenias, but daisies, a bouquet of pale daisies.

When it was near dusk, when it was not completely dark, the moon appeared so inconspicuously, hanging quietly in the breeze, like a swing at home that could no longer swing, covered with decaying dust.

His delicate face is light gray, and the trigger of the silver gun held by his fingers is an inextricable knot of revenge. He is separated from the living and breathing world. There is nowhere to cast affectionate eyes.

After opening the message again and deleting it, he committed suicide by drinking a bullet. When he fell on his back, the last scene that caught his eyes was the gray sky and the condensed and quiet moon.

Beautiful and quiet.You hope he can hear the last time you whispered next to him after you became a soul.

I love you.

05

But he didn't hear it.Nor can your soul meet him.

Your body, his soul.

Already died yesterday.

The author has something to say: It feels like the Civil War cold character Colonel Zemo is the only successful villain.I like his baby face and melancholy demeanor, and he really loves his wife and family. The only villain who is out for personal enmity is an ordinary person in a sense, a resourceful and patient former intelligence worker.

Some of the words about the reflections on the Civil War were picked up. "They are murderers, they are all victims, they are villains, and they are all avengers" I forgot where I saw the excerpt, and I found it very interesting.It seems that the article is roughly, Zemo villain class summary - a dialectical look at superheroes.