Tony Stark's life seemed to never have anything to do with the word "calm". If his life was a series of hardcover books, then 90% of them would be exciting and lively.

In just over ten months, he had become Iron Man. He had also hammered the traitor and the crazy electric whip man who had water in his head. He had also picked up an old popsicle. It was simply one climax after another.

But when things were related to Hydra, it was not so fun.

Tony, who had a popsicle in his mouth, chewed on the ice shards in his mouth. The popsicles were all specially made by Fléty with fresh fruit milk to ensure that they would not cause too much of a burden to the abdominal muscles that her boss worked hard to maintain.

After eating one, the man took out another one from the small fridge and looked at the video on the screen in silence.

In the camera, Barnes sat silently on the plaid sofa, holding a cup in one hand and watching TV. If it weren't for the empty sleeves of his T-shirt swaying, he would be no different from the couch potatoes that were spread out at home every day.

His temporary stronghold seemed to be in the depths of a remote forest, and only the sound of leaves rustling in the wind could be heard. A familiar slim figure walked into the range of the camera, pulled a chair to sit across from him, and went straight to the point.

"Let's talk."

The man looked up at her silently, and before she could speak, the camera suddenly went dark.

Tony finished the second popsicle in two or three bites and threw it away. The popsicle flew in a parabola and landed perfectly next to the trash can.

The little clumsy hand slid over and clumsily tried to pick up the thin popsicle.

"What's this?

S.H.E.L.D.'s honey trap?

Next is the lighting scene that is not suitable for children? "

"Miss Romanov is an excellent interrogation expert."

Fléty, who was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, stated the objective facts with a professional calmness, "According to the post-restoration work and Miss Romanov's statement, when she tried to talk, the safe house's broadcast system was controlled, and an obviously disguised voice read ten Russian words aloud.

Then Mr. Barnes violently controlled Miss Romanov, knocked her out, and left the safe house. "

Fléty considerately sent the restored version of the video to Jarvis, and the next second, a wonderful fight was played on the big screen.

Bucky, who had lost his steel arm, was abnormally fierce after being brainwashed. His eyes instantly turned from calm and blank to an ice blade. He threw a glass at Natasha's face, and while she dodged, he jumped over with one hand on the coffee table and kicked her. Natasha quickly ducked and dodged, and simply hugged his leg, trying to use the inertia to throw him to the ground.

Unfortunately, his 200-pound weight was not for show. Bucky twisted his body and shook off the miniature anesthetic syringe that Natasha had taken out from her wrist. Then, he kicked the coffee table again and broke it into pieces.

Natasha jumped onto the sofa and landed on his shoulder with the help of the armrest. Her thighs clamped down on his head, and she did not hesitate to hit the top of his head with her elbow.

Bucky lifted her off his back with one hand and pressed her against the broken wood on the ground. He choked her until her head hung lifelessly to the side.

Then, he left without a care.

"Wow."

The beautiful bearded man, who had been forced to undergo individual training, sighed with a blank expression. He finally realized the cruel fact that he was a weakling without the Iron Man Armor, and he would be tortured no matter who he faced. Then, he compared the strength of the old popsicle's kick to the table and coughed uncomfortably.

After a while, Natasha on the screen suddenly coughed a few times and fumbled to press the button on the communicator at her waist.

Tony's very unfriendly gaze fell on the white socks on the table.

"It seems that S.H.E.L.D.'s IQ can only come up with this kind of anti-espionage trick."

"After all, not everyone is Tony Stark."

Jarvis began his daily mission with a matter-of-fact expression, and Fléty silently began to take notes.

Moustache Tycoon, whose confidence was blown up by Jarvis every day, had no idea that he had become the focus of teaching. He tapped the table twice and asked Fléty, "Haven't you found out which little mouse is hiding in S.H.E.L.D.?"

"Since the undercover agents didn't write 'Long Live Hydra' in the file, we can only lock onto some targets at present, but we can't confirm their identities."

"Who ordered the transfer of the old popsicle this time?"

Fléty wouldn't tap on the tablet in front of her own people. She directly ran the program in her mind and pulled up the file. "Director Frey secretly ordered that Agent Romanov was solely responsible."

"So, the person who knows about this mission …"

"It may be someone with higher authority than Director Frey, or it may be an agent selected by Agent Romanov."

Tony looked at the AI girl who silently attacked the higher-ups of S.H.E.L.D. and the entire rapid response special team. He began to reflect deeply on whether there was something wrong with his family education.

Why was she so fearless? She either didn't fight at all, or she would fight a big fight. If she fought, she might even choose to bite the thicker skinned one.

Fléty asked the boss to reflect on himself.

The Malibu House was peaceful and quiet. On the other hand, the former Winter Soldier who was now a sexy male undercover agent, Bucky Barnes, was having a hard time.

Professor X's reverse brainwashing treatment for him was very successful. He didn't simply reverse hypnosis to make him forget the brainwashing words, but he used mental training to make him no longer respond to the brainwashing words. Because of this, when he heard the familiar and disgusting words, he knew that he had been waiting for this moment.

The fake Winter Soldier, who didn't receive any further instructions, opened up a path in the dense forest like a lone wolf. He waited for a black armored vehicle on the side of a deserted road.

The man who jumped out of the car was still holding a pair of silver handcuffs in his hand. When he saw the empty sleeve, he stopped and walked over with a sullen face without saying a word.

"Soldier."

"Yes."

Gill, who was on the other end of the screen, looked at the red positioning sign flashing all the way. He pressed the headset and reported in a low voice, "Everything is going well.

Follow the original plan. "

Bucky, who was taken to god knows where by the car, maintained a fierce expression as he was escorted into a vault-like room.

There were three layers of explosion-proof doors and iron gates. Instead of a safe, there was a treatment bed inside. Several instruments were placed on the side. It didn't look like a vault, but more like a ward.

Or perhaps, it was a maintenance room.

Bucky didn't forget that he had received similar "maintenance," but it wasn't in such an advanced environment. After all, it had been almost ten years since he was last "thawed," and Hydra had certainly updated a lot of technology.

He didn't show any independent consciousness and waited silently for someone to arrange him.

The white coats hesitated. They wanted to move forward, but they didn't dare to approach. They seemed to be afraid of something.

The man in the lead asked two of his men to press the Winter Soldier on the treatment bed, tie him up with restraints, and quickly said something in Russian. Only then did the white coats slowly come over and pick up the instruments and equipment to start checking.

Bucky has always been fierce.jpg.

Until the door of the vault opened again.

A man in a suit came in with a group of men.

His hair was white, and two deep lines were engraved on his face. He had the aura of someone who had been in a superior position for a long time. When he saw the incomplete Winter Soldier, his expression didn't change, but his eyes instantly became gloomy. People could immediately feel that he was in a bad mood. The white coats immediately stepped aside.

In order to facilitate the inspection, Bucky's white T-shirt had been cut off. His upper body was naked, and the messy threads on his broken arm were particularly obvious. The charred marks showed that they were damaged by firepower.

"Who can take off your arm?"

The man picked up a thread and looked at it carefully. "Ordinary firepower weapons can't break your arm. Is it the repulsor cannon?"

He sighed and spat out a name.

"Tony Stark, sure enough, he's a trouble."

He spoke as if Tony Stark was a piece of garbage that could be disposed of at will.

Hearing the familiar name, Bucky's expression didn't change. His eyebrows didn't move, but his tongue gently pushed back his front teeth a few times.

In the S.H.E.L.D. secret base, Agent Hill stood up.