Chapter 372 Avengers 1: Split (Part 1)

Chapter 372 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, and 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 it 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, it will take a lot of effort for the Avengers 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.

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 away from 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 consciousness 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, and was glad to survive another fierce battle.

His chest began to rise and fall, his arms trembled uncontrollably, his senses became more sensitive, and 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 shone dazzlingly in the sunlight, 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 both of them were a little dazed, Bucky had recovered. That moment of clarity was not enough to free him from the control of brainwashing. He decisively seized the opportunity and rushed straight towards Steve with a vigorous sprint.

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

Spider-Man's scream was 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 pierced directly into his left shoulder, almost cutting off his left arm. The red mucus was trying hard to fill his body, but Peter arched his body and screamed like a cooked shrimp, covering his shoulder with his right hand, and the veins on his hand bulged.

Steve stared blankly at Peter standing in front of him, blocking Bucky's attack for him. Stark's roar came from midair: "Peter!!!!"

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

Just when Bucky raised his dagger high, a figure roared and rushed over from the side, hugged his waist, and knocked him to the ground. The shield with the Stars and Stripes pattern hit Bucky's neck with a "bang". Bucky screamed and then fainted.

Steve panted, and those 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 muzzle of the gun pointed at Steve. Stark said coldly: "Back off, stay away from him, you accomplice of Hydra!"

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

"I didn't, I didn't expect..." When the strong smell of blood reached Steve's nose, he couldn't speak anymore. He slowly half-knelt down and knocked the shield in his hand into the pile of stones on the rocky beach.

He closed his eyes hard, and countless nightmares in the past began to churn 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 his lungs.

Peter's fallen figure overlapped with those of his former comrades who had died, and the one wielding the butcher knife changed from the evil Hydra to his former friend Bucky. Reality and illusion were intertwined, and Steve could no longer distinguish them.

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

Stark saw Steve's eyes were red, he took two deep breaths, and finally calmed down. Looking around, he saw the wasteland that had been blasted into potholes by himself. He controlled the mecha to land slowly, and looked at Steve from a distance. His voice was like the sound of the wind on the wasteland that had not changed for years.

"...Captain America, do you know? The most ridiculous thing is that those generals who only 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 bright and shiny, as if it has never been forgotten in these 70 years.

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

What Stark found unbelievable was that at this moment, he actually felt a little sympathy and pity, 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 for resistance, he had Pepper and Obadiah, but Steve had nothing.

He only had a passion, and plunged into this dark vortex whose true face he had never seen, becoming the ash on the edge of the rut after the wheel of history rolled forward, like a madman who refused to leave the show, practicing a set of justice that was no longer recognized by people.

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 pursued was not nothing. He always hoped that there would be another witness to his and that generation's efforts, rather than a fantasy he had created in his mind.

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

Stark flew to Peter and treated his wounds. When Peter's breathing stabilized, Stark did not fly again, but walked to the seaside, stepping on the stones on the wasteland with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Noon had passed, the strong light began to fade, and the lighthouse in the distance emitted a heavy low hum.

Stark thought that people who came from that era all had the same characteristics, as if they didn't feel tired even if their stories and legends were repeated ten thousand times, and Howard was the same.

Perhaps, they just didn't want the people and things in the story to be forgotten, just like they didn'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 hadn't gotten out of the illusion yet. In his hazy eyes, he looked at Stark's brightly colored mecha, his expression was still a little dazed.

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

"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 team leader, I made a wrong tactical judgment and didn't subdue him in the first place, otherwise none of this would have happened..."

"Just so you know." Stark turned back again, looking at his hand armor, 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 is pathetic enough for people to criticize weapons, but it is even more pathetic for people to defend weapons."