World Code 427

Stark called Rogers after he went out, and of course the news he got was as bad as ever-the guys who were not of this world were gone, and now Peter stayed with him, and there was no one else around (Nathan was also hospitalized, with serious enough injuries, I'm told).

He was wearing a coat and walking on the streets of New York, alone, he began to feel that he might not be able to save this place, but no matter what, he had to try, I am afraid that even the former owner of this body would also this way.

For the rest of the time, he chose to return to the basement. After all, in this strange yet familiar city, he had nowhere else to go.

Stark tidied up the place and changed his clothes again, then locked the door and lost the key. He didn't plan to come back here again, and he probably didn't have a chance.

When he sees Steve again, it's just him alone, and Stark goes to the Captain's house, and it's a low-key moment—

"How did you escape from the hospital Tony." Steve was a little worried.

"I know how long I've been in a coma, we don't have time, right?" Stark smiled, crossed his hands and rubbed them together, trying to hide the nervousness that even he himself had to admit, "Midnight today Twelve o'clock, or the early hours of tomorrow, I don't know what I can see, and I don't know what will happen..."

"Don't be so depressed, don't we still have shields, we still have hope."

"..." Stark didn't want to deny it. After all, he also hoped that it was true, but after today, I'm afraid he really has to go back. ), he can witness the demise with his own eyes, it may be a massacre like 0296, even if there is no blood, "Captain, I'm sorry, after all I'm just a useless guy, I can't replace him."

"Who are you talking about, Stark?" Steve lowered his eyes first, and then restrained his expression, everything seemed so calm, "You are him, even better than him, you have tried your best gone."

"Don't come to comfort me..."

"At least I can help you, and we can still do something before midnight, if you want."

"You still kept saying that you wanted to arrest me and take me back to the police station, dear captain," Stark smiled wryly, but he still tried his best to make the atmosphere more relaxed. He stroked the broken hair on his forehead and continued, "Unfortunately... I still can't remember anything when I wake up, I-"

"Don't blame yourself," Rogers reached out and grabbed Stark's wrist, while the latter stared at him, "It wasn't your fault in the first place."

"I shouldn't have given them the curse card, Parker, Rhett, Barton, etc... I have already decided, I will not see Natasha, I don't want to involve him in it."

"If she could be the key—"

"...Bill told me that only the Avengers are discipline, and I implicated Peter, and now that Morhand is dead, enough, let them all forget about it."

"If you don't do something now, won't you regret it Stark?" Steve's dignified look seemed familiar and familiar. It was the look he showed every time he preached to Stark, like a well-meaning and Looking at the stern elders, this made Stark a little dazed.

Stark couldn't speak, he knew what Steve said was right, but he was really tired, part of the reason for hospitalization was the deterioration of the wound and a slight infection, and now they couldn't find Jia Wes, the only 0296 that can help is just providing them with a meaningless shield (the Steve Rogers of this world will not use it at all).

"By the way, who's Bill?"

"A friend," Stark withdrew his wrist, and he pressed his palm against the place Rogers had touched before, "but I guess he should be disappointed in me. He was right, the system chose the wrong person, and I'm not a savior , that's just a fairy tale."

"Stark, look at me."

Tony raised his head, his eyes had just touched the other's eyes and his lips were close together, Rogers was standing there propped up on the table, sticking his tongue into the other's mouth and asking for it, Stark's mind was almost blank, he was too late Push away, forget to push or don't want to—and then he closes his eyes, feeling Steve's breath on his face, unreal.

"team leader?"

"I think I kind of like you Stark..."

God, isn't this a fucking dream? Stark almost wants to pinch his thigh. Although they really don't have time now, but now, he can hear these things, which really makes him feel unprecedented Incredible - and joyful.

***

"As much as I'd love to spend my last few hours in bed, Steve, I figured... I should just stand here."

The cold wind at night makes people shiver. There are not many pedestrians on the road. Maybe they are standing too high-this is a tall building in the center of New York. They stand on the highest point and look into the distance, waiting quietly. After all, the distance says Well, midnight is approaching.

"I asked for leave for this, counting from the day you took me to see Peter Perry, I think if this continues, they will fire me." Rogers said, he raised the corner of his mouth, not easy aware.

"Let them go to hell, right Captain, I never knew that I hated some rules that I couldn't change so much. I thought it was like some people said to change myself to adapt and integrate, but it turns out that he changed only silent death."

"Forget about that."

"Are we going to have a carnival night, captain?" Stark sat down, looking into the distance on the protruding steps of the high platform, his voice was very light. If no one knew what they were waiting for, they would think that this pair was doing something loft date.

Rogers looked back at him, and saw the faint light left when the not-so-bright light cast Stark's face, he also walked over to sit next to Stark, and then put his hand on the other's shoulder: "You Tell me the whole truth, and I want to know what else I can know."

"Of course I said I'm not hiding anything from you, so I'll tell you all my secrets." Stark smiled.

"What is it?"

"I'm magay."

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