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"What are you going to do, Steve?"

Steve let go of his hand and wiped the blood on the man's collar in disgust. He took a deep breath and just about to speak, there was a sound of breaking through the window of the office, and a figure crashed through the window.

It flew in through the window.

"Sam?!"

"It's me, Steve." A newly dressed Sam Wilson stood in front of them.

His wings were folded behind him, and he wore a pure black streamlined uniform. The silver A on his chest and the two silver pulse pistols on his waist were glowing. He took off his goggles and said with a smile: "Hello,

Clint."

"What the hell, man, where did you get this gear?"

"Tony asked for it to be delivered to me."

"Tony?!"

"Ha, Jarvis said he was sent back by He. I think this will be a long story. Anyway, it's nice to meet you."

Steve smiled sincerely, put on his helmet, and used the multifunctional arm armor on his right hand to call Frank and Rhodes in the Quinjet, intending to leave here and make plans again. But at this moment,

A frivolous voice squeezed into their call channel.

Tony Stark's iconic voice sounded: "Hello! Did anyone miss me?"

"What the hell, Tony, is it really you? When did you come back?!" Rhodes said in shock.

"It's true, I just got home. Who else has such a magnetic voice besides me? Hey, Rod. I heard that your armor was taken away." Tony said with a smile in his voice.

.

"Yeah... but you should have a lot there, right?" Rhodes laughed twice, but got an ambiguous answer from Tony: "Ah, um... probably, I don't know, tsk, there are actually

no?"

Rod laughed and spouted a phrase starting with f, and he and Tony exchanged f's more than a dozen times in one minute.

"You sound very weak." Frank's icy voice sounded over the channel.

"You are not much different, my friend. We are almost the same, except that I was tortured by a group of aliens for two years, so it should be a little worse than you."

"Your desire to win is still so childish." Frank snorted and said nothing.

"Where's the captain? Why didn't I hear him?" Tony asked again.

"I'm here, Tony."

"Ah, you still sound upright and upright. How are you, Captain America? How are you doing lately?"

"There's no more Captain America, Tony."

"..."

There was silence in the voice channel for a while, and then Tony continued: "Okay, it seems like this is a long story. But we can talk slowly after we meet. I will be at the White House soon. Hey, after this is done, does anyone want to

Do you want something to eat? I'm treating you. Seriously, I miss all that junk food."

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On board the Quinjet.

Tony, who had taken off his helmet, was munching on a burger that he bought from a common push-cart food stall. He originally planned to save it for later at a dinner party, but the burger looked really good.

good.

He was gobbling it down at this time, finishing one in two or three mouthfuls. Tony grabbed the iced Coke on the side and drank a big gulp without even using the straw, without caring about his own image, although he really didn't have much image to speak of now.

In order to facilitate access to his memory, the Cree shaved off all his beard and hair. Thinking of this, he touched the back of his head with some lingering fear. The feeling of having a tube inserted into his brain was not good at all. He swallowed

He put down the coke in his mouth and said: "So..."

"So?" Rhodes asked.

"So you're not going to explain to me where you're going now?"

"You taste so delicious, Tony. We can't bear to disturb you."

"Well, you should really learn how to chat, Rod. You haven't improved much after so many years. Besides, Jarvis!"

Jarvis's voice replaced the onboard AI and sounded in the cabin.

"I'm here, sir."

"Our Mr. Rhodes who lost his armor, when will his new armor arrive?"

"Estimated two minutes, sir."

Tony spread his hands towards Rhodes: "You heard me, I hope you haven't forgotten how to dress. Seriously, why did so many things happen as soon as I left?"

Frank leaned against the wall: "It doesn't seem to have anything to do with your departure. And your new hairstyle looks really funny."

Tony rolled his eyes: "No one will think you are mute if you don't speak, Frank. Don't rush to discuss my hairstyle. Why is your right eye missing?"

Hawkeye immediately interjected: "He said this was proof that he killed seventy people with his bare hands. Do you believe it?"

Sam scratched his cheek and said hesitantly: "Uh... I actually believe it."

"Hey! Sam! Did you forget who gave you the clothes you're wearing?" Tony said immediately unhappily.

"Capitalist, do you think your armor can win over everyone? Well, at least Wilson still has a conscience." Frank took advantage of every opportunity and never let go of any opportunity to roundabout the sinister Tony Stark.

"Me? Capitalist? Damn it, you can't scold me like that. Sixty percent of Stark Enterprises' annual income is used for charity! I saw it personally!"

Steve sat in the corner, smiling and watching everything in front of him, watching the group of people joking with each other, just like in the past.

He sighed softly, and his expression was noticed by Tony. He immediately said loudly and deliberately: "Hey! Captain America! What's the matter with you? Why are you grimacing?"

"...Captain America is dead, Tony." Steve said softly. His reaction made Tony frown and made the atmosphere in the cabin become weird.

"Hey, man, you gotta tell me what happened. Your reaction...I mean, your reaction was unusual." He tried to liven up the atmosphere with witticisms, but the atmosphere had already dropped to freezing point.

Everyone's expressions became serious.

"Jack Richard is dead."

"...When did it happen?" Tony's smile disappeared.

"In a few days, Tony. He died because of me. Look, we'll talk about this later. It's a long story. We landed."

Steve changed the topic, the Quinjet landed smoothly, the cabin door opened, and everyone saw a man who should have been dead long ago.

Only Tony's face turned cold: "I remember you died..."

Steve quickly said: "Calm down, Tony Bucky did die once, and he was resurrected by He later."

But Tony's expression still didn't change. He pointed at the long-haired man who looked like a homeless man and said, "Listen, man. You died once, so I won't argue with you about my parents anymore."

It’s okay. But don’t expect me to forgive you, do you understand?”

The long-haired man nodded slightly.