Chapter 371: Avengers 1 Split (1)

Chapter 371: Avengers 1 Split (1)

"Bucky?? What are you doing here?!" Steve asked loudly, frowning. Suddenly, he realized what was happening and rolled away from Bucky's attack. Peter flew up again and said, "He's being controlled! Captain, stay away from him!"

"Snap out of it! Bucky Barnes, you're not Hydra!" Steve swung his arm fiercely and threw his shield, which flew past Bucky's ear with a whooshing sound but missed him, only grazing his hair.

Stark, who was flying in the southeast of the battlefield, saw this and sneered, "Do you remember what you told me about how you dealt with Hydra? How come you forgot all of that when it comes to your friend?"

Steve's expression became very complicated, but he finally said, "Help me subdue him. We'll talk about the rest later."

Stark snorted and fired two missiles directly at Bucky. The warheads spiraled in the air, leaving behind thick smoke. Steve shouted, "No! Wait! Don't use missiles! You'll kill him!"

"He's a criminal, and he's Hydra. Look at what he's doing now. He wants to kill you and all of us! Steve, do you want to watch us all get killed by him while holding back?" Stark asked coldly.

"No, of course not..." Steve's arm began to tremble, and he showed a painful expression. This was all too sudden for him.

Although he had learned from Hydra's computer at their base that Bucky had become an experimental subject, the kind of experimental subject he had imagined was a victim who had suffered all kinds of torture, was extremely weak, and had been sealed away. It wasn't the Hydra assassin in front of him who was strong, waving a knife, and even jumping to attack him.

His reason told him that Stark was right. If he didn't go all out now, everyone could be in danger.

Don't forget, there are two other suspected Hydra members on the field. Once they team up, the Avengers will have to spend a lot of effort to deal with them. If they don't go all out, something bad might really happen.

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

Seeing Steve's attitude, Stark became furious. He attacked Bucky on the ground with deadly weapons, and smoke and explosions rose at the same time.

Stark gave up tactics and vented his anger. Even without his army of mechs, his updated steel armor could still suppress everyone on the field. Even Strange had to use evasion spells to avoid Stark's barrage and couldn't confront him head-on.

Steve swung his arms in the smoke, coughing from the dust. When the smoke cleared in front of him, he saw a huge crater, and Bucky was running away from the edge of the crater, but was still hit by a missile. Steve shouted, "No!!"

"No? You said 'no' to the death of Hydra that you fought so hard against?!" Stark's voice became colder and colder, and his emotions began to become unstable. The human part of his voice became weaker and weaker, becoming like a cold, mechanical sound.

Peter shouted, "Stop arguing! We should unite. The current situation can't be solved by arguing!"

But no one paid attention to him. Matt and the mutants had been driven out of the center of the battlefield by Stark's bombardment. Now, only Stark, Steve, Strange, Grant, Peter, and Bucky, who had been hit by a missile, were left on the field.

But this old man who had been asleep for 70 years seemed to be forever trapped in that era of war, forever bound by the greatest and most ridiculous lie concocted by a group of selfish people.

What surprised Stark was that at this moment, he felt a bit of sympathy and pity for him, because he had also been kidnapped by those people who shouted slogans of justice. But the only difference between him and Captain America was that he had room to resist. He had Pepper and Obadiah, but Steve had nothing.

He only had a passion, diving into the dark vortex that he had never seen before, becoming the ash on the edge of the rut after the wheel of history rolled forward, like a madman who refused to leave the stage, practicing the justice that was no longer recognized.

At this moment, Stark suddenly understood why Steve cared so much about his last comrade-in-arms. Perhaps he had to find something to prove that everything he pursued was not in vain, hoping that there was another witness to his and that generation's sacrifices, rather than a dream he had fabricated in his own mind.

He hoped that someone else would tell him that they had succeeded, even if the beginning of this story was just a big lie, countless people had paid their lives for it, and it should not be forgotten and swept into the pile of history.

Stark flew to Peter's side and helped him treat his wounds. When Peter's breathing became steady, Stark didn't fly away. Instead, he walked along the stones on the wasteland to the seaside.

Noon had passed, and the strong light began to dim. The distant lighthouse emitted a heavy low hum.

Stark thought that people who had come from that era all had the same characteristic. It was as if they didn't want the people and events in their stories to be forgotten, just as they didn't want to be forgotten themselves. Howard was the same.

Perhaps they just didn't want the people and events in their stories to be forgotten, just as they didn't want to be forgotten themselves.

There was a noise behind him, and Stark turned around. He saw Steve standing up unsteadily, shaking his head constantly, as if he hadn't yet freed himself from the illusion. His gaze was hazy as he looked at Stark's brightly colored mech, and he seemed a bit dazed.

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

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

"I'm also saying it to you," Steve lowered his head and said, "As a team leader, I made a wrong tactical judgment and didn't subdue him at the first opportunity. Otherwise, none of this would have happened..."

"You know, that's enough," Stark turned back again and looked at his hand armor. The muzzle on it was slightly blackened due to overheating.

He slowly closed his fingers and then clenched his fist, saying to himself, "Those who blame weapons are pitiful enough, and those who defend weapons are even more pitiful."

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