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A huge electric current ran through his whole body. The sharp pain from the inside out and the uncontrollable violent twitching of his body made his vision blurred and he closed his right eye.

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In his dream, Stark was in a strange spaceship, with a blue bald half-human, half-machine... girl. He didn't know where to tell the gender, but he was convinced of it.

Judging from the current situation, the two of them seem to be trapped here, and outside is the vast universe. The energy of the nanoreactor on the chest can no longer support the regeneration of new armor or any other equipment.

The fragments in the dream are jumpy and inconsistent. It seems that he used his last helmet to record a long message similar to last words for Piper, and then worked together to repair the spacecraft. The structure of this spacecraft is really strange. But the fuel cell

They could still use the method of reversing ion charges often used in battle armor to support nearly two days of super-light flight, but for them it was just flying from one solar system to another, and it had no real effect. The distance was really

The living solar system is still thousands of light years away.

Then it's cold.

It was really cold. He found almost all the cloth-type things he could find, but it was still so cold that his hands and feet were numb, so that everything around him began to become chaotic and blurry. Someone vaguely put him on the driver's seat.

, when he sat up, he felt that it was not as cold as the ground, but he still felt that his body was shivering.

Just like that, after an unknown amount of time, a strong golden light shone in front of him, which made him feel blinding even with his eyes closed. So much so that he subconsciously used his hands to cover it before he could slowly open his eyes.

"It's cold enough. He was only wearing a vest and shorts. I feel like if the boss didn't ask us to do this, he would freeze to death in his sleep." There was still a sharp popping sound in one ear, mixed with a

A strange man's voice.

Stark struggled to squint his eyes through the upper edge of his hand that blocked the glare and saw two young men in uniforms smiling and chatting with each other. Below was a light with a wattage greater than that of the main lighting on the football field.

It was still tall and consisted of eight light bulbs that desperately shot at his bruised body.

Stark held on to the ground, which was starting to get a little warm, and slowly propped up his body to stand upright, but his head hit the concrete wall above him hard. The height of this space was barely enough for him to stand upright.

When it reaches about 100 degrees, it is actually very difficult to do a half-squat.

Another young man put his hand in front of the light bulb and immediately retracted it as if he was electrocuted. "This 4000W lamp is quite hot. I don't know if it will be dried out by tomorrow morning."

"Don't worry, the boss knows it. Let's not worry about it. I just heard an alarm sounding outside. It's probably those few who are arguing. After all, it's them." After saying that, the two opened the door and walked out.

Stark was still immersed in the extremely real dream just now and couldn't extricate himself. Could it be that the current Avengers were just like me in the dream, trapped in the vast universe thousands of light years away without any hope? In the bright light,

Under the scorching heat, he couldn't sleep at all. He could only turn his back to the light bulb as much as possible. The bruises on his back were causing burning pain. The terrible migraine and tinnitus also made him miserable.

At this moment, four or five people suddenly opened the door and came in, and then pushed a person in through the door above the strong lighting.

It is no exaggeration to say that the man was stuffed, because this man's belly was so big that it was almost three or four people who forced him in from behind. Stark shrank to the side and looked at this man...

Black skin, shiny forehead, and... eyes that have been crossed by scars!!

"Nick! Nick!!" Stark was startled. The Nick Fury in front of him was completely swollen to the point that he could not even recognize him. Just as he was about to step forward, he saw Fury coughing violently followed by several large mouthfuls of saliva.

It poured out from his mouth and flowed to Stark's feet.

"Cough cough cough cough!!"

"Let him spit it out quickly. Drinking too much seawater will cause stomach upset." The person who brought him over said gloatingly.

"You bastards, are you even human?!" Stark angrily hit the iron door above the light for a moment. Under the heat of the high-wattage light bulb, the iron door above was almost like a hot pot.

It was so hot to the touch, but Stark held it tightly and let the sound of "sizzling" barbecue come along with a burning smell.

"You...are you crazy?!" Nick Fury gradually regained his consciousness after coughing out a few more big mouthfuls of saliva, and tugged hard on Stark's shorts leg that was almost on fire due to the light.

"Hahaha...is it hot, buddy?" The people outside were gloating over the misfortune and laughed even louder.

Stark stopped talking. A pair of arrow-like eyes shot straight at everyone with cold air. His hands clenched tighter on the iron railing. The burning smell became stronger and stronger until it became choking.

The burnt smell.

Although Fury tried his best to stop him, Stark stood motionless like a statue and glared at the few people outside.

"This... this man is a madman, stay away from him." One of the timid people said.

"Huh, if you're cruel, we'll probably have cooked meat to eat soon." Another person joked but slowly moved away.

"Iron Man is crazy, do you want to tell the Secretary of State?" another person said

"What are you telling the Secretary of State? How many times have I told you to call me boss here, you idiot!" said a person in the middle who looked like a boss.

"But hasn't Stark already seen it..."

"He has seen it. Where are the others? Get out of here quickly!" After the little leader said, everyone hurriedly squeezed out the door as if they were escaping from the plague.

"Tony! Tony..." Nick Fury watched as Stark struggled to stand up as his body began to weaken and tremble.

His two hands were firmly stuck to the iron bars with melted skin tissue, and Fury looked painfully to see if there was any comparable way to relieve Tony's pain and remove them.

"There's nothing we can do... We have to find a way to cool it down. Tony, just hold on alone. I'll smash the lamp right now..." Nick Fury muttered, took a deep breath, and stepped back.

When I stepped under the wall, I had only one thought in my mind:

——Save Tony!

Then he hit the lampshade as hot as red-hot coals with an arrow. The lamp wick made two sizzling sounds, but the brightness did not decrease at all. At this moment, Stark frowned and closed his eyes.

He raised his eyes, raised his masseter muscles and pulled hard.

Fury, who was holding his shoulder that was red and almost dislocated during the impact, looked at Tony's hands that were dripping with blood tremblingly. The muscles of his hands were nakedly exposed to the hot air. His eyes were wide open.

There was almost no expression at all, just like a statue, even though the blood had formed a small lake under his feet, he was just stunned.

"Tony..." Fury leaned towards Stark weakly, covering his arms.

"There's nothing I can do to save anything..." Tony Stark slowly opened his mouth and moved it mechanically a few times, then spit out this string of words.

"What are you talking about, Tony, let me see your hands..." Fury stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to slowly lift Stark's unrecognizable palm.

But when he just touched the back of Stark's hand, Tony Stark suddenly bounced away from him like an electric shock and hit the wall behind him, staring straight at the ground with big tears.

Stars fell from his eye sockets, diluting the pool of blood into pink.

"Tony, Tony, this is not..."

"There's nothing I can do to save you!!!" Stark suddenly yelled in a tearful tone, and tears began to pour out.

Fury has almost watched Tony Stark step by step from his childhood to today, a naughty child, a mechanical genius, a hacker boy, a playboy, a philanthropist, and Iron Man...

He should be the one who cares about him the most besides his parents who were murdered by Hydra. Seeing him being tortured like this, Fury felt this way for the first time since he graduated from SHIELD's secret agent training center.

of despair and helplessness.

Not because of his own situation, being tortured is a required course as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. What really makes him heartbroken is looking at his children - Tony Stark and other Avengers until now.

situation.

"I...I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for all of you..." Nick Fury bowed deeply and tremblingly. The nearly 70-year-old man was bursting into tears, and his guilt and feelings were palpable.

Although Stark didn't cry loudly after that helpless roar, he was already out of breath from crying, and his knees softened and he knelt on the ground, which was even more touching.

For the two tough-minded men in the Avengers, the emotions of being questioned, wronged, and embarrassed that had been accumulated for so many years were completely vented and released at this moment.

Why don’t men shed tears easily? Men are human beings too, so what about superheroes?

The reason why they are different from those murderous, cruel and cruel villains is that they have seven emotions and six desires, have the brilliance of humanity, and use their own power to protect others, instead of trying to rule and oppress people. Even if they have bronze heads and iron arms, they are invincible.

body, but as heroes, the people they want to protect will always be their weakness.

Therefore, superheroes can never be invincible, and this weakness cannot be resolved just by saying "You can't save everyone."

"Things have developed until now because I didn't try my best. As long as I work harder, try harder..." Stark murmured with his hands on the ground.

If you want to be truly invincible, you must have no one to protect, no pity, no sympathy, and look at everything in the world with indifference. But can you still call yourself a human being?

If humanity is sacrificed just for the sake of invincibility, then this invincibility will be meaningless.

Superheroes, first of all, they must have humanity. As long as they have a heart to protect others, anyone can be a superhero.

Accompanied by the first ray of sunshine in the morning and the crisp chirping of birds, Natasha Romanoff slowly opened her eyes. In front of her was the ceiling of the medical room. In her sleep, he and Clint Barton seemed to be on a cliff.

Above, they argued fiercely over what could save the world, but at the moment Clint jumped down, he rushed up, hugged him, and shot out the flying claws he carried with him.

On his belt...

"Oh, my head..." Romanov felt a splitting headache when he thought of this. He struggled to get up and closed his eyes tightly, hoping to recall more details in the dream. After all, it had been so long since he had seen this person from his past.

He risked his life to protect his own people.

"No, don't pretend to be great with me here, Natasha."

"But I don't want you to save my life, is it okay? Natasha, you know what I have done, and you also know what kind of person I have become."

"Tell my family I love them"

"..."

Clint's words echoed in her mind sometimes clearly and sometimes vaguely, and his weathered face was filled with determination as if he was facing death.

"Why? What happened? It shouldn't have ended like this..." Tears oozed out of Romanov's eyes again. She murmured and looked at the Maximov brothers and sisters lying on the beds next to them. James

Colonel Rhodes and Virginia Potts. Reclining on the sofa closest to the door is Eddie Bullock, a reporter from the Daily Bugle whom Stark had contacted. He was the one who brought everyone together last night.

Moved here?

As a well-trained agent, how could I not feel anything when I was clearly ready for combat at all times?

She got out of bed and put on her shoes.

The migraine left over from the Osborne battle was still having a slight attack, making her steps slightly wobbly.

She took out the flip phone that the captain assigned to everyone on her belt, and while wandering in the corridor, she dialed Clint Barton's number tremblingly.

A sound...

Two sounds...

Four sounds...

Six sounds...

The prompt to please leave a message after the beep sounded for half a minute. She stared blankly at the wall opposite. It wasn't until the rapid beep sounded on the opposite side that she slowly put down the phone next to her ear.

Big tears fell from her eyes and fell to pieces on the ground.

"Really...is it really just a dream?" She choked and said to herself.

The two legs walked mechanically like this for who knows how long, and arrived at Bruce Banner's laboratory. It was a mess, as if Bruce had turned into the Hulk, but if he really turned into the Hulk, this layer would probably not be there.

will be complete.

She pushed open the blast-proof glass door and walked in. In a "nest" of messy files, laptops and spider web-like wires, Bruce Banner was leaning his head back and leaning his neck on the back of a small office chair.

, lying on his back in a deep sleep.

After Stark was taken to the helicopter, he didn't take a break. He kept himself locked in the laboratory. It was such a long day. Natasha walked into him slowly. This person always paid great attention to himself.

The handsome man has unkempt hair and a stubble on his face. His mouth is slightly open and he sucks and closes it. This desolate look makes people feel pity for him.

"The sun is going to set." Natasha Romanoff said softly against his ear. Those were the words she said every time she asked Hulk to calm down. They were called "lullaby" by everyone. Now she didn't know

Why couldn't I help but say it?

Bruce Banner's body trembled slightly, and he tilted his head to a more comfortable position, and his breathing gradually became evener. Seeing this, Romanoff pushed the door open and walked out happily. She didn't notice

What's more, Banner's feet slowly turned from green to flesh color and retracted into the worn-out leather shoes.

Arriving at the elevator entrance, Romanov glanced at the restaurant on the other side. Yesterday's heartbreaking scenes and struggles came back to her mind. She frowned and shook her head vigorously, not having any appetite for breakfast.

Then he pressed the down key.

The corridor on the fourth floor is still quiet. The large conference room is on this floor. The Avengers' 8 o'clock morning meeting is held here every day. But how many people can come now?

"Alas..." Romanov sighed, feeling sad, but at this time, the elevator began to descend slowly, and finally stopped on the second floor.

"Contact center, boss's office..."

Is Nick back?!

Natasha Romanov felt pleasantly surprised and hurriedly walked along the central staircase to the second floor.

Unfortunately, Nick Fury's office was clean without any trace of movement, but there seemed to be movement in the contact center next door that had been sealed by a rolling shutter door. He lowered his head and looked at the combination lock next to him, even though Ross had sent someone there before.

I changed the password and encrypted it, but it didn't seem to be of any use.

because……

This door had been forcibly pulled open. Several deformed lock hooks hung dejectedly outside the door, and the sunken finger print embedded in the bottom of the door was enough to show how much force it took to lift the door.

Before Romanov could react, the door was lifted from the inside by two men in black suits. Then a man carrying a briefcase came out. Seeing Romanov, he bowed politely and stretched out his hand to signal.

When she entered, Romanov immediately leaned over and got in. When the two people holding the door were about to put it down, a familiar voice came: "Hey, hey, thank you, thank you. My old man is too old to lift it up."

This, just let me in by the way."

Then a hurried figure appeared next to Romanov. Romanov looked at the visitor with a blank expression and said: "Dr. Eric Shavig...here..."

Because in front of her was a bustling work scene. The staff were all wearing straight black suits and white shirts, and facing away from her was the tall and solid back.

"Steve..." Natasha burst into tears for a moment. The repeated blows yesterday made her completely fall into helplessness and despair.

Captain America Steve Rogers turned around, his face still full of justice and determination: "Natasha, welcome back to the team."

Look behind him again: Falcon Sam Wilson, Steelman Peter Rasputin, Human Torch St. John Allardyce standing majestically on one side, inside the computer, Hill is busy nervously,

Coulson also kept going back and forth between various correspondents.

"This is...how did you get into the United States? Tony sacrificed everything to only give us three days here, and he immediately approved the arrest after three days."

"It took a lot of trouble." St. John Allardyce said easily as he extinguished the flames on his fingers.

"What about you? Natasha, are you resisting us, or are you preparing to leave?" Sam Wilson held his hands on his chest and said with a slight smile.

"But Bruce tried hard all night and couldn't pinpoint Tony's location." Romanov said with a look of disbelief.

"This is all thanks to the plan provided by Dr. Eric Schavig." Colson came over and took the stack of documents from Schavig's hand with a smile.

"Actually, Bruce fell asleep before ten o'clock." Shavig leaned over and said to Romanov.

"But where were these people brought from? The agents sent home are subject to strict 24-hour surveillance..."

"But it doesn't include people who have retired." Colson said with a crooked smile full of pride.

"You mean..." Romanoff looked at these strange young faces, skillfully using various SHIELD equipment, which reminded her of the contents of some files she decrypted after the fall of SHIELD.

"This is Grant Ward, that's Henry Simmons, that's Gemma Simmons and her husband Leo Fitz..." Coulson pointed to a few busy people occupying the center in front of the computer.

The person introduced.

"So, Agent Natasha Romanoff, I know you've made your decision, but what about the Avengers upstairs?" Rogers showed his iconic, handsome smile.

"It's just me. I don't want to represent them, and I don't want anyone else to get involved anymore. Peter Parker is still in the morgue, and his funeral and memorial service haven't been held yet. I don't want to be depressed when everyone is there."

The situation requires them to perform more tasks. After going through this, they need time to adjust. So what do you need me to do, captain, please assign me tasks." Romanov said firmly.

"It seems that your usual training with them has made you have feelings for these young warriors. This is a good thing." Rogers said with a smile.

"Actually, not really." Falcon Wilson, who was standing behind the captain, turned his head to the side of the Human Torch, St. John Allardyce. "Romanov barely looked at us during training."

"This is not just a matter of feelings. Tony has tried his best to save the seeds of these Avengers. Once the remaining young people are sacrificed, who else can become a new generation of Avengers to protect the earth?

?" Romanov finally expressed his concerns.

"If the Avengers have stopped doing anything because of Tony's efforts, then isn't this another "Sokovia Accords"?"

"Can……"

"Leave the decision to them. There are no seeds in the Avengers. As long as they have the belief that they are willing to sacrifice everything for what they cherish, then they are already Avengers. And whether they have such a belief, you can go directly

Ask them."

After speaking, Rogers pointed behind Romanov and motioned for her to look. The rolling shutter door behind was suddenly pulled up by a red light and made a dull sound. The light particles emitted by the dazzling golden sun instantly rushed into this place hidden in the darkness.

In the room in the center, several black shadows projected on the ground extended to Rogers' feet.

"Isn't it too late for me to tell the Avengers upstairs?" Shavig hesitated, but finally said weakly.

"Of course not." Rogers looked at the visitor with a pleased expression.

Standing in the frontmost position in the middle is the Scarlet Witch Wanda Maximoff, who still has red light in her hand. On the left is her twin brother, Quicksilver Pietro Maximoff, who is dressed in blue and gray.

The one-piece sportswear is eagerly warming up.

On the right was a young man who looked like a reporter. Although it was his first time meeting him, Captain Rogers also saw the perseverance on his face that only belonged to the Avengers.

"Cortana," Bruce Banner came forward from the side, "Who would you sing your lullaby to without me?"

"Where's Logan? Dr. Shavig hasn't seen him. Have any of you seen him?" Rogers glanced at the heroes.

"No, but Peter Parker died because of him, and leaving him here is a disaster..."

"It's not such a child," Eddie Brock, who still looked like a reporter, retorted, "Mysterio, it was Mysterio who made Wolverine lose his mind and run away. I saw this with my own eyes, and Mysterio also died.

My men."

"Oh? Really? Why did my journalist friends come here to listen? The whole building has only this little popularity left, but you still won't let me go, right?" Pietro said scornfully.

"Let me bite this kid's head off, Eddie, I've been hungry for more than two days," Venom's voice sounded in Brock's ears, "He was dishonest when he carried them to the ward yesterday.

, like a monkey."

"No, no, no, I'm not here to fight. Calm down first. You can't bite anyone's head off here. We'll discuss the meal after the captain arranges the task." Bullock suppressed the fire in his heart and took care of himself.

Said to Venom.

"What did you say?" Pietro looked at Bullock as if he was a psycho after hearing what he said.

"Okay, Pietro." Wanda poked Pietro aside and said.

Pietro turned his head helplessly and disdainfully, folding his hands around his neck and looking at the ceiling diagonally above.

"No matter what, the files that Bullock desperately rescued and the clues that Tony found inside Osborn can show that this whole thing is related to the annihilation of the X-Men and Brotherhood and the mutant genetic experiments.

Let's go to the conference room and let Coulson explain the specific situation to everyone." Rogers said and walked out the door and led everyone to the conference room next door.

"In fact, according to the current situation, secret mutant gene experiments are being carried out on Isla Nublar off the coast of Costa Rica. This island was originally the private property of the 'International Genetics' company, the former 'Jurassic Park' and the recent

The 'Jurassic World' plans all ended in complete failure. As a result, they were acquired by Osborne Company when they filed for bankruptcy protection. After that, all the staff on the island were laid off, but the construction there was not done at all.

There is no stopping. Some data show that Isla Nublar is actually made up of an active volcano. Nowadays, the volcanic activity is obvious, and the high concentration of volcanic ash has created a natural barrier for the island. It is difficult to see it with our existing satellites.

We don’t know the exact location or the size of the mutant gene laboratory on the island that could be sunk by a volcanic eruption at any time.”

Colson paused and then said:

"But what we know is that one of the very representative genetic codes - X-23, seems to be a very critical breakthrough. Judging from the information previously revealed by a senior executive of Hammer Company, Hammer

Motor Industries was suddenly acquired by Osborne Corporation recently, and the 'Umbrella' company it once acquired had a very close internal relationship with 'International Genetics'. I believe everyone is familiar with the tragedy in Raccoon City.

It is no accident that the 'Umbrella' company entered Osborne with Hammer Industries this time and re-established the so-called 'Hive' laboratory under the building. So we have reason to believe that this 'X-23' may also be like the previous one.

The 'T-Virus' is also an extremely dangerous chemical weapon."

"So this mission is for us to fight in that prehistoric civilization where dinosaurs were raging?" Pietro said a little unbelievably.

"That's right." Rogers, standing aside, said firmly.

"I heard that the place failed twice because of rampant dinosaurs. There seem to be several reports of casualties in Costa Rica due to attacks by flying pterosaurs." Allardyce also had a worried look on his face.

"Yes, I read in the news and in science and education films that some carnivorous dinosaurs were much bigger than the Hulk. It is said that the number of people eaten by dinosaurs was at least ten times more than the official announcement." Pietro kept rubbing.

Said with both hands.

"What about Tony? And the boss, he didn't escape at all to protect us, and we didn't hear about his arrest until we came back." Romanov was more worried about the safety of Stark and Fury.

"We are still confirming their location, and we should have it soon." Agent Coulson explained.

"Then our plan now is..." Banner, who had been thinking deeply, said slowly.

"Natasha, you come and lead the team to Isla Nublar. Once the location is determined, I will take Sam to rescue Tony." Rogers said.

"You two?" Pietro said doubtfully.

"Steve, that special prison is one of the top in the world, and it houses death row inmates who commit heinous crimes against humanity. Even Thor would probably have to consider such a place," Banner said.

"Yes, Captain, let me go with you. I can also be your bunker at critical moments and block bullets for you." Piotr Rasputin said.

"No, your job is to protect everyone, not me." Rogers said without argument.

"But you are the soul of the Avengers. Do you know what it is like here when you are not here?" Pietro became a little emotional after hearing this.

"The Avengers is not just me, it's a group, made up of each of you. It's just that I happen to be in the position of leader. No one's life is more valuable, and no one's life is lower than anyone else's.

, so I think more about how to protect more people. If X-23 is a new type of virus as speculated, do you know what kind of impact it will have?"

"I know." Suddenly a deep and hoarse old man's voice sounded from behind the door.

Under everyone's gaze, the door handle moved, and then the door was pushed open by an invisible force. An old man wearing a black robe-like windbreaker and a top hat slowly walked in, St. John A.

Ledais was no stranger to this old man. Wasn't he the old man who disappeared into the alley blocked by the iron fence that day?

But what shocked everyone even more was that there was a person lying on his back floating behind him. The person was soaked to the skin, and his skin had become swollen due to being soaked for too long. With his bloodless face,

It was almost impossible to tell who this was. What shocked everyone the most was the several bent steel bars on his body, which transformed his body that had become thin due to aging and Adamantium metal poisoning.

"Logan!!" Rogers yelled.

(End of Man of Steel)