Chapter 371 Avengers 1: Split (Part 1)

"Bucky?? Why are you here?!" Steve frowned and asked loudly. Suddenly, he reacted and rolled on the spot to avoid Bucky who rushed to attack him. Peter flew up again and said in mid-air: "He is controlled! Captain, stay away from him!"

"Wake up! Bucky Barnes, you are not Hydra!" Steve swung his arm fiercely and threw the shield in his hand. The round shield flew past Bucky's ears with a sound of breaking through the air, but it did not hit him, but just flew past his hair.

Stark, who was flying in the southeast of the battlefield, saw this scene. He sneered and said to Steve: "Remember what you told me before, how you dealt with those Hydras? Why did you forget all those words when you came to your friend?"

Steve showed a very complicated expression, but finally said: "Cooperate with me to subdue him, and we will talk about other things later."

Stark snorted coldly, and two missiles flew directly following Bucky's figure. The warheads spiraled in the air, with thick smoke behind them. Steve stretched out his hand and shouted: "No! Wait! Don't use missiles! He... You will kill him like this!"

"He is a criminal, and he is a Hydra. Look at his current actions. He wants to kill you and all of us! Steve, do you want me not to do my best to deal with him? Do you want to watch us being killed by him?" Stark asked coldly.

"No, of course I am not..." Steve's arms began to tremble a little, and he showed a painful expression. All this was too sudden for him.

Although he had learned from the computer at the Hydra base that Bucky had become a Hydra experiment, the experiment he imagined in his mind was a victim who had suffered all kinds of torture, was extremely weak, and was sealed up, not the strong Hydra killer in front of him who was wielding a dagger and could even jump up to hit him.

His reason told him that Stark was right. If he let them go at this time, everyone might be in danger.

Don't forget that there are two other people on the field who are suspected to be members of Hydra. Once the three of them join forces, the Avengers will have to spend a lot of effort to deal with them. If they don't do their best, I'm afraid something will really happen.

Steve, who learned about this on the battlefield, didn't have much time to think. His Adam's apple trembled violently, and his entire upper body trembled a little. He seemed to be trying to persuade Bucky.

Seeing Steve's attitude, Stark was furious. He attacked Bucky on the ground with a deadly weapon, and the smoke and the flames of the explosion rose at the same time.

"Against the Gods"

Stark gave up his tactics and just vented his anger. Even without the mecha army, Stark's iron suit, which had been updated many times, could still suppress everyone on the field after firing at full power. Even Strange had to use evasion spells to avoid Stark's bombardment and could not confront him head-on.

Steve waved his arms in the air a few times in front of him, and the smoke and dust choked him and made him cough. Just as the smoke in front of him dispersed, he saw a huge crater appeared in front of him. Bucky was running and dodging at the edge of the crater, but was still caught up by a missile. Steve shouted: "No!!"

"No? You just say 'no' to the death of Hydra, which you have spent your whole life fighting?!" Stark's voice became more and more indifferent, his emotions began to become unstable, and the human part of his voice began to weaken, becoming like an indifferent mechanical sound.

Peter stood by and shouted, "Stop arguing! We should unite. The current situation cannot be solved by arguing!"

But no one paid any attention to him. Matt and the mutants had been driven out of the center of the battlefield by Stark's bombing zone. Now only the relatively strong Stark, Steve, Strange, Grant, Peter and Bucky were left on the battlefield.

Bucky, who was blown away by the missile, fell to the ground fiercely. The severe pain seemed to make him regain his sanity for a moment. He lay on the ground and coughed twice, spitting blood from his mouth.

Steve saw his movements, and the scenes that appeared countless times on the battlefield kept floating in his mind. In the charred trench full of gunpowder, he and Bucky were both covered in wounds and blood. Looking at each other's dusty appearance, he stretched out his arms and bumped fists, feeling fortunate to have survived another fierce battle.

His chest began to rise and fall, his arms trembled uncontrollably, and his senses became more sensitive. The shield in his hand transmitted the grainy feeling of the details on the handle from his fingertips to his brain. Too much information occupied his brain, making it impossible for him to get rid of the nightmare.

The back of the golden and red mecha in the air emitted a dazzling light towards the sun, like a sun. For the first time, Steve felt that standing in the position of being judged was such a sad and unacceptable thing.

Stark in the battle suit also shook his head. He was trying to calm his emotions, but every time he saw Bucky, he felt a surge of anger rising from his heart. No matter what, he couldn't just let the enemy who killed his parents live peacefully.

Just when the two were a little dazed, Bucky had recovered. The sobriety of that moment was not enough to let him get rid of the control of brainwashing. He decisively seized the opportunity and rushed straight towards Steve with a vigorous sprint.

The dagger's blade flashed with cold light, and when the violent sound of breaking through the air was heard, the pain Steve expected did not come. Instead, a painful scream sounded in his ears: "Ugh!!!"

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Spider-Man's screams were like thunder, ringing in the ears of Stark and Steve. Both of them widened their eyes at the same time, looking at Peter who was hit by the dagger in Bucky's hand.

The huge dagger stabbed directly into his left shoulder, almost cutting off his left arm. The red mucus was struggling to fill his body, but Peter arched his body like a cooked shrimp. He yelled, covering his shoulder with his right hand, and veins popped out on his hand.

Steve stared blankly as Peter stood in front of him, blocking Bucky's attack for him. Stark's roar came from mid-air: "Peter!!!"

But he was flying in the air, far away from the ground, and Bucky, who missed the blow, turned his target directly to Peter. His bloody dagger was already close to Peter's neck, but Peter seemed unable to resist because of the pain. .

The moment Bucky raised his dagger high, a figure roared over from the side, hugged his waist, and knocked him to the ground. The shield with the Stars and Stripes pattern hit Bucky with a bang. Bucky let out a scream and then passed out.

Steve gasped, and the messy information was finally cleared from his mind. He stood up very tiredly and walked towards Peter. Before he could get close to Peter, Stark flew over and stopped him. , the black hole of the gun was pointed at Steve, and Stark said coldly: "Stand back, stay away from him, you associate of Hydra!"

"If you hadn't protected this damn Hydra killer, how could Peter have been injured? You almost killed him!" Stark said angrily.

"I'm not, I didn't expect..." When the strong smell of blood reached Steve's nose, he was speechless. He slowly knelt down and knocked the shield in his hand. Among the piles of rocks on the rocky beach.

He closed his eyes hard, and countless nightmares from the past began to swirl in his mind again. He felt that the air around him was getting thinner and thinner, and it seemed that it could no longer supply the work of his lungs.

Peter's fallen figure overlapped with those of his former fallen comrades, and the man wielding the butcher knife changed from the evil Hydra to his former friend Bucky. Reality and illusion were intertwined, and Steve could no longer Make sense of it all.

"It's always like this..." The voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat: "It's like this every time, I couldn't save them, they died in front of me... It will always be like this, there will never be an end... …”

Stark saw Steve's eyes were red. He took two deep breaths and finally calmed down. He looked around and saw the deserted beach that had been riddled with holes by himself. He controlled the mecha to land slowly, and in the distance Looking at Steve everywhere, his voice was like the sound of the wind that had not changed for several years on the deserted beach.

"...Captain America, do you know? The most ridiculous thing is that those generals who just want to make money in the war tell you that you can save the world, you can save anyone..."

"They don't believe it themselves, but you do."

Looking at the strong man half-kneeling on the ground in front of him, the shield in his hand is still brightly colored and shiny, as if it has never been forgotten in the past 70 years.

But this old man who has been sleeping for 70 years seems to be trapped in that war era forever, forever bound in the greatest and most ridiculous lie compiled for him by a group of self-interested people.

What made Stark unbelievable was that at this moment, he actually felt some empathy and compassion, because he had also been kidnapped by a group of people shouting slogans of justice, but he and Captain America The only difference is that he has room to resist. He has Pepper and Obadiah, but Steve has nothing.

With only passion in his heart, he plunged headlong into this dark vortex whose true face he had never seen before, and became the ashes on the edge of the rut after the wheel of history rolled forward. Like a madman who refused to act, he practiced that routine. Justice that is no longer recognized.

At this moment, Stark suddenly understood why Steve cared so much about his last comrade. Perhaps, he had to find something to prove that what he was pursuing was not nothingness. He always hoped that he and that generation There is another witness to a person's dedication, not a fantasy he created in his mind.

He hopes that another person will tell him that they have succeeded before. Even if the beginning of this story is just a false lie, countless people have paid their lives for it, and they should not be forgotten and swept into the pile of historical stories.

Stark flew to Peter's side and helped him treat his wounds. When Peter's breathing stabilized, Stark did not fly again, but stepped on the stones on the deserted beach to the beach.

Noon has passed, the strong light has begun to fade, and the distant lighthouse emits a heavy low hum.

Stark thought that people who came from that era all had the same characteristics. It was like repeating their stories and legends ten thousand times without feeling tired. The same was true for Howard.

Perhaps they just don’t want the people and things in the story to be forgotten, just as they don’t want themselves to be forgotten.

There was a noise behind him, and Stark turned around. He saw Steve staggering to his feet, shaking his head constantly, as if he had not yet escaped from the illusion. In his hazy eyes, he looked at Stark's brightly colored mecha, his expression still a little dazed.

"I'm sorry..." Steve shook his head again and opened his eyes.

"You should go over and tell him." Stark turned his head to look at Peter, who was lying on the ground with his back to him, and blood soaked half of his battle suit.

"I'm talking to you too." Steve lowered his head and said, "As a leader of a team, I made a wrong tactical judgment and did not subdue him in the first place, otherwise none of this would have happened..."

"Just you know." Stark turned his head back and looked at his gauntlet. The muzzle on it was a little charred due to overheating.

He slowly gathered his fingers together, then clenched them into a fist, and said to himself in his heart: "It's sad enough to criticize weapons, and it's even sadder to defend weapons."