[Zhongyingmei] dishonest love

After Peter told Jane about this, without any hesitation, she took a taxi to the address on the post-it note.

With the blessing of high-level authority, there is no obstacle for her to enter this heavily guarded villa.

The house was very dark, the lights were not turned on and the curtains were not drawn. Through the heavy curtains, the visibility came from the faint light on the huge projection screen in the living room—he actually played it on old-fashioned film, this video must be historical old.

The picture freezes on the back of a man. He is standing in front of a table full of architectural models. On the other side of the table is a little boy holding a model of the main hall...

Jane recognized it carefully, and found that the model on the table was the building group model of the first Stark Industries Expo, so that person is——Howard Stark?

Taking two steps forward, she stepped on something and fell headfirst.

"Uh..." The person who fell on the carpet between the sofa and the coffee table moaned//groaned after being stepped on and crushed by heavy objects.

Jane quickly got up: "Mr. Stark, are you okay? Are you injured anywhere?" She anxiously opened the curtains to see if Mr. Stark was trampled or injured by her.

"Don't..." Before he could stop it, the dazzling light instantly filled the living room, and Tony covered his eyes and fell down.

Jane looked at Tony who was curled up on the ground in a daze: "How did you make yourself like this?"

After adapting to the light for a while, Tony slowly opened his eyes: "That?"

The eyes are red and bloodshot, the beard is stubble, the bruises under the eyes have not disappeared, the cheekbones, chin and the exposed parts of the short sleeves are bruised and scratched... Tony's cheeks are sunken , the lips were dry and cracked, and there was no blood on the face.

Several Christmas sweaters were piled up on the sofa, and the person in short sleeves was wearing a red knitted Christmas hat on his head: "It's still very early for Christmas, how many days have you not eaten?"

The person who didn't seem to be fully awake pressed his stomach and moaned: "I don't know, what day is it?" He has been here for a long time day and night, and the concept of time has completely disappeared, the only One thing is certain—yes, the last time he ate was before he entered here, otherwise he wouldn't have watched the video and suddenly fainted...

"Where's the medicine cabinet?" Jenny shook her head and put the document in her hand on the coffee table in front of him. "Someone sent it to you, maybe some Steve from Brooklyn..." Hesitantly said Exiting, she walked towards the medicine box indicated by Friday—yes, she opened it and looked at it.She held back how many times she wanted to read it in the taxi, but just before entering the door, before she was about to meet Tony, she forgot how many times she held back the feeling of not reading it and quickly took it apart and looked at it... This is not good, But she was afraid she didn't know anything about what was troubling him.

The person lying on the ground turned over and faced the sofa and froze: "Have you seen it?"

The hand that opened the glucose trembled, and the blood flowed down the wall of the glass tube. Jenny wiped it on her body, threw it away and began to break off the tube: "...I'm sorry, I read it. So your parents' matter What is it?"

"..." The long silence made Jane think that Tony had passed out again, but she carried glucose mixed with water over and turned him over to find out. He just stared past her with his eyes open and motionless. , without speaking or doing anything else.

She turned her head and saw that he was staring at the Christmas sweater on the sofa: "Have a drink, recover some energy first, and I'll get you something light and easy to eat later."

Obediently drinking the glucose fed by Janet, Tony closed his eyes: "I can't bring myself to ask how you got here? But—why do you always appear when I'm in a panic?"

"Because I care about you. That's why, otherwise what do you think?" Jenny took his Santa hat off his head and put it aside.

"You like to meddle in your own business? You have too much love?" She pushed him onto the sofa with all her strength. After thinking about it, Tony struggled to get up and fell into the sofa with her help, "Didn't you see the stray cat?" Will they all pick it up at home, the one called Tom..."

"It's much easier to take care of Tom than to take care of you." Jane went to the kitchen, searching for any convenient ingredients in the refrigerator.

After a while she came over with warmed milk and a tuna sandwich: "You don't even have canned soup here."

Putting these in front of Tony, Janie went to the bathroom to get some hot water and towels, as well as a razor and shaving cream.

When pushing the trolley back to the living room, Tony had finished with the milk and sandwiches. It seemed that Steve’s letter had been opened and read again, and now it was thrown into a ball on an empty plate. Looking at the projection screen seriously on the sofa.

The scene there moved, probably a few minutes had passed since the scene Janie saw, and she was a bit out of touch with the current plot——

Howard Stark, her cousin she had never met, took a sip of wine, and then faced the camera: "Are you waiting for me?"

After a three-second countdown, he stood up: "I want to show you on behalf of the whole company..."

"My ass... I think, I mean, it's all over, isn't it?"

Tony pressed the pause button expressionlessly.

"Ahem." Jenny coughed, "How should I put it, are you worthy of father and son?"

Seeing that Tony didn't respond, she curled her lips: "Come here." She wrung out a hot towel to wipe his face.

"I've never used a razor, let alone shaved someone else's beard. If you don't want my handsome beard to be ruined, do it yourself?" There was even a mirror on the trolley, and Jenny pretended to help Before he puts on shaving cream, he finally takes the razor and shaves himself.

Jane wiped his neck and arms with a hot towel: "Let's clean it up first. When you recover your strength, you'd better take a serious shower. You smell tsk tsk..."

In the end, she helped Tony wipe off the remaining shaving cream on his chin, and dipped in water to help him straighten his chicken coop into a lookable look: "You look like a man now."

"So, don't we talk? What the hell happened." After finishing this, Janie sat next to Tony.

She reached out and took Tony's hand, but Tony remained silent.

"Please, if I mean something to you, please tell me. It's not good to bear all this in your heart." She clenched his hand tightly, and loosened it reflexively with a slight trembling, Then hold it tighter.

Tony glanced down and found a fresh wound on her index finger that was slightly white after being soaked in water but still oozing blood.

Sighing, he pressed Jenny's face to his shoulder: "Sure, if you don't look up."

Before Jenny could agree, a hoarse voice sounded.

"Rodgers betrayed my father and me... What happened was so simple. I was very angry and fought him to the death. It's a pity that none of us died."

"You're not only angry with the captain, you're angry with yourself." Jane remembered his speech at MIT, and she found a video of that speech on the Internet, "How did he betray?"

In September Funding, he invested in a project that, in his own words, "no one in his right mind would invest in," and made no secret of his grief at the loss of Howard and Maria, a fictional three-dimensional scene , Maria says to him, "Say something, you'll regret it if you don't." And then the 17-year-old Tony Stark, whom Janie never met, with the stubborn expression of a child Staring at the imaginary mother for a few seconds, he finally turned his head and said in a hurry—"I love you, Dad."

"I know you tried your best," he said to Maria, or to himself.

The real Tony Stark on the stage and the 17-year-old Tony Stark watched the parents they saw for the last time, with desperate and helpless eyes.

"I lost them again." Janie couldn't see Tony's expression, but at least she could hear the trembling and choking in his voice, "The first time was because of a car accident, this time because... someone killed them .”

"Steve, use the shield my father built to protect...the man who killed my parents."

"I want to kill him, I really want to! Even if I know he's brainwashed, I still want to! Don't tell me about knives and murder theories, he's a man! James Barnes is a fucking man !” Howard even called his name before he was killed!He can't even hold his own will, he deserves to die!Tony clenched his fist, along with his slender palms that were clenched.

So far, the part she didn't know could be pieced together through his words.

"..." The truth is ten thousand times more tragic than what she guessed, what can she do?How to soothe this scarred "heart of steel"?Through the thin T-shirt, Janie seemed to be able to hear the heartbeat from the body she was leaning on—intense, restless, restless and sad... She couldn't even say sorry to hear this, it was Didn't she come out after asking?

After a while of silence, Jenny spoke.

"Mr. Stark, I have a very good memory. I don't mean how smart I am, I just have a good memory. Text, pictures, and boring and trivial details in TV series. I will never forget many things after reading them once. ,but……"

"There's one thing I'm embarrassed to say—I can't remember my mother's face." Janey nodded, "I mean it—of all the memories of her I still can't remember her face , no matter how hard I tried to recall it, it was still a blur, and only when I looked at her photos did I realize that she looked like this, but in my memory... there is no reality."

"It's not fair, it seems that my brain started to slowly record everything after she died. I can easily tell the date of every time Mr. Lovech came home in the past ten years, but I can't remember. favorite mom."

"Not only her face, but all the memories before the age of five are very vague-of course, most or all of my memories before the age of five are related to her. I only know that she is a gentle person and a person like me. Crybaby, probably when I was a child, I was clumsy and always fell myself. Whenever this time, she would always cry and blame herself for not taking good care of me. She must be the person who loves me the most in this world, because even if the memory is blurred, I still know that feeling - she loves me more than anything."

"And I lost her so early."