When Fléty came back, he found that the atmosphere was not right.

Bucky sat on the small sofa with his back straight. His green eyes seemed to be particularly clear as if they had been brushed by a mist, making the heavy pain in his eyes even more obvious. The heavy emotion was so dense that it almost made the people who looked at him breathless.

Tony really felt that he couldn't breathe.

He even suspected that the concussion he received when he was kidnapped had not healed yet.

Was he hallucinating, or was he hallucinating?

"Say it again."

Tony spat out the words one by one, and then immediately denied himself. "No, you don't have to say anything."

Bucky's eyes never left him since the beginning, but he spoke against his will. "Every action of the Winter Soldier is recorded. If you can find other Hydra Bases, maybe you can see the surveillance video." He paused, as if to atone for his past sins, and set his punishment word by word.

"In my memory, it was me who did it."

"I did it."

Words were like knives, cutting the two people at the same time, cutting into their bones.

"I told you not to say anything!!!" Tony's eyes were red, and he blasted the coffee table next to Bucky into pieces.

Bucky didn't move.

His body, which had been trained for a long time, instinctively tensed up to prepare for battle, and then his heart forcibly suppressed the battle consciousness.

He couldn't do anything to Tony.

Jarvis and Fléty disappeared into the shadows at the same time. One quickly locked down the entire Malibu House and mobilized all the armors on standby; the other followed the network and instantly covered the database of S.H.E.L.D. and the known Hydra Bases, desperately searching through the vast sea of information.

Tony's expression could only be described as ferocious. His usually spirited mustache trembled uncontrollably. His eyes were bloodshot, and veins popped out on his forehead. He suddenly launched an attack.

He rushed over and gave up all the so-called combat skills. He used his own body to suppress Buggy. He grabbed his neck with one hand and clamped down on the steel arm with the other hand. The questioning words were squeezed out from between his teeth, and every word was sobbing.

"You, how could you?"

"They are your friends, my mother. Old man, how could you?!!"

Kill them.

Tony didn't know whether he was questioning the Winter Soldier or fate.

This damned fate didn't seem to make things easy for Tony Stark. After giving him a wonderful dream, it would give him a hard slap to wake him up.

The Palladium that saved his life made him die soon, the Iron Man Armor made the military alienate him, and the people he thought would be his friends and family was the murderer of his parents.

Did fate allow him to survive in order to torture him for a long time?

"It's my fault, Tony."

Bucky didn't dodge or resist. He admitted the biggest mistake he had ever made in his life, but he didn't apologize.

He knew that the other party didn't want to hear "sorry" at this time.

No amount of apology would bring Howard and Maria back to life.

At the moment when all the scattered memory beads were reconnected, Bucky even thought that if he had really died when he fell from the train and died as a glorious soldier, it might have been the best result for everyone.

He would only be a World War II hero, Tony's childhood idol, Uncle Barnes, and a memory admired by thousands of people in the museum.

But he was still alive. He had no choice but to become a Winter Soldier, and his hands were stained with the blood of innocents.

He wanted to choose for himself once and be the Barnes James who came out of Brooklyn.

He was responsible for what he had done.

The unpolished jade covered in dust finally revealed its original appearance that had been destroyed by fate. He had been placed in hands that did not cherish him, and the destruction and torture had left him bruised and battered, but this would not change his true core.

It was a shining, noble heart.

He didn't say anything about the Hydra's brainwashing. He knew that Tony understood this.

But understanding and emotion did not always coexist in harmony. Sometimes they were fierce opposites. The two sides wrestled with each other and pulled each other, leaving people bruised and battered.

He didn't expect Tony to accept all this without any grudges. That was simply a fantasy. He could also choose to hide it forever, destroy all the records, and be an "old popsicle" Barnes in peace.

But this was not fair.

It was not fair to Tony. It was not fair to the dead.

Even if it was cruel, Tony deserved to know the truth.

Tony Stark, he had grown up well and perfectly. He was the best that Howard had ever hoped for. He would survive, just like every time before. Even if his heart was broken, he would survive.

Very good, very perfect, Tony punched Bucky in the face. He couldn't stand this. The look in the eyes of the "Uncle Barnes" that he was looking forward to should not appear on a murderer.

A murderer who killed his parents.

The chaotic punches hit Bucky like a storm. "Why didn't you fight back!"

"James Buchanan Barnes!"

"Get up!"

"No, Tony." Bucky, whose face was swollen, said vaguely.

This is my fault. Just like when I appeared next to Howard's car, they couldn't fight back.

"You bastard!!!

Pay!!! "

Tony cursed angrily. He forcefully turned Bucky's face to the side with one hand. His hand that was wearing a gauntlet pinched the upper arm of the steel arm, and his fingers that were made of gold and titanium alloy sank into the silver metal bit by bit.

An indescribable pain came from the nerve junction. Bucky turned his head and bit his lip until it bled. He barely held back the roar in his throat.

"FUCK!!!!!!" Tony couldn't tear off the steel arm. He simply aimed and fired the palm cannon.

The close distance caused a great impact. Bucky spat out a mouthful of blood, and the two were thrown to the ground at the same time.

There were a few wires hanging from the place where the steel arm used to be. The strongest killing weapon made by Hydra was finally burned out by the Iron Man's monstrous anger.

They lay on the ground mixed with gravel and dust. No one spoke.

No one needed to speak.

After an unknown amount of time, Jarvis and Fléty stood silently not far from Tony and silently accompanied him.

"Sir, Mr. Barnes has left Malibu."

Tony twitched and covered his face with his hand.

"J, am I always screwing things up?"

The gentle butler was silent for a moment before he slowly replied, "You will never screw things up.

Sir, you have me. "

"And me." The AI girl followed him expressionlessly.

"Boss, S.H.E.L.D. has triggered the emergency response plan."

Fléty pulled up the real-time surveillance records. "Mr. Barnes appeared on S.H.E.L.D. and requested a public trial."

On the internal virtual network, a familiar figure appeared in the S.H.I.E.L.D. camera that was being controlled by S.H.I.E.L.D.

With brown hair parted in the middle and a baby face, he wore the most ordinary white T-shirt and pants. His cheeks were swollen, there was blood at the corner of his lips, and there was nothing in his left sleeve.

He said, "I'm Barnes James. I want to see a person named Colsen."

Tony knew nothing about the internal projections of the AIs. He muttered the word "S.H.E.L.D.".

"S.H.E.L.D. …" Tony remembered the small bomb that Barnes threw before dropping the big bomb. "There are Hydra spies in S.H.E.L.D., you know what to do."

"Okay." Fléty silently pulled S.H.E.L.D. to the second priority.

Tony closed his eyes again as if he had lost all his strength. He pretended that he was a piece of cloth or a coaster that could not think and continued to lie on the ground.

The AI butlers did not suggest this or that as usual.

Jarvis thoughtfully turned all the glass walls into night mode. The lights gradually went out, leaving only a faint light in the room and Fléty's quiet gray eyes.