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Purely that guy...

Honeyt couldn't help but let out a small laugh, casually folding the paper and holding it up.

It seems that there is still some measure of purity.

As for Green...when he comes back, he will understand what a lesson means.

Honet tightened the thread in his hand.

She promised.

464 What is a Hero (Part )

Light came in from outside the window. The documents on the table were neatly arranged, and a huge shadow was cast on them. The slender feather pen was deft in the doctor's hand. The elegant black ink was not dragged at all, and there was not even a trace of hesitation or mess.

He wrote on it without distraction, occasionally looking at the notes next to it which were well maintained but still had some signs of wear.

After all, time has always been a ruthless thing. It just flows forward fairly and impartially, almost never looking back.

It was strangely quiet here, so quiet that the doctor could almost hear his own breathing reflected back to him, as if the noise outside could not reach inside. He hoped that everything would be received and reflected back without any residue. Perhaps soon, they would be strong enough to resist the unfair fate, not just of Rhodes Island, but of all infected people, and even all people who were treated unfairly.

Until the silence was broken by the random knocks on the door, the doctor had just said "Come in" when the door was opened.

The doctor sorted out the documents in his hand without any surprise, and looked up at the person who came calmly.

"coming?"

"Huh?" Tony Stark, wearing sunglasses and looking so cheerful just moments before, suddenly lost his composure. He couldn't help but grumble. "Doc, don't say anything about coming. I almost wanted to say, 'I'm here,' and then you're going to say you shouldn't have come?"

"I remember you complaining in the group not long ago about how you disliked this kind of roundabout conversation?" Tonys Tucker glanced at him suspiciously. "Don't let your roundabout ways catch your attention. I'm not like that certain cube person who can't understand even slightly complex things, but what you're saying is too complicated and hard to understand. I don't want to waste so much time trying to understand unnecessary things."

"Wouldn't it be better if I could do more experiments during that time?"

"Ahem." The doctor couldn't help coughing twice. He planned to spend less time with the Yan people recently. However, he had seen a lot of things, so he quickly changed the subject. "What happened to you..."

He had only finished speaking when he was interrupted. The doctor felt that he probably didn't need to divert the other party's attention at all, as Tony Stark would do it himself.

"Well, let me see this?"

Tony Stark picked up the old notebook on the doctor's desk at some point, as if he suddenly became interested in it.

The action seemed quite casual, but with the doctor's eyesight that had surpassed the normal limit of human beings, he could easily see that the other party was holding it very carefully to ensure that no trace other than fingerprints was left.

"It's all up to you." There was nothing shameful on it anyway.

Tony Stark flipped through it a few times. The handwriting was very neat, with a table of contents and page numbers like a formal book. It was very detailed, from the treatment plan for oripathy to how to fly a spaceship, including some important points that operators should pay attention to.

But apart from the treatment plan and research on oripathy, which interested Tony Stark the most, he felt uninterested after just a quick look at the rest.

He placed the notebook intact to its original place, pushed the chair beside him aside with his foot, snapped his fingers, and silver water instantly wove a very high-tech chair behind him. He sat down gracefully with the so-called self-restraint he had left from his early years of education, and then slumped on it without any image, with his hands crossed behind his head and his legs crossed.

The contrast between the postures before and after is stark, but fortunately the doctor is used to it and remains quite calm.

"How do you feel about this?" the doctor asked with a smile.

He sincerely wanted to share the prosperity here, even if it was a bit out of showing off.

This sounded like a very childish act that he would not do. In his opinion, such childish behavior should be like iced vanilla root beer in the desert, which is not very delicious.

But, it quenches your thirst!

He appeared completely relaxed in front of his friends in the chat group, something he could never do in front of his friends in Rhodes Island, because there was still suffering on this continent, and more infected lives were waiting for him to save.

The best he could do was simulate joy.

The doctor was very glad that he had good acting skills. At least no operators could see it, and those who could see it and understand what he was thinking probably wouldn't say it.

The doctor doesn't want to bring any negative impact to his operators. Revealing bad emotions is also a kind of negative impact that can easily spread. No matter how properly it is handled, it will always become a thorn.

This is a truth that the doctor knew a long time ago, so long ago that he couldn't even remember when it was, but he just knew it calmly.

"Good, good, good, so when will you consider my opinion?" Tony Stark applauded sincerely. After all, the other party deserved his respect for being able to lead such a large group of young-looking boys or girls out of the battlefield safely.

"...Let's talk about why you came to see me?" The doctor immediately tried to change the subject. He even pretended to pick up the cup of tea that had been left on his desk for who knows how long and was already cold and undrinkable, and took a big gulp.

"I think you should pay attention to your tone and wording. At least you shouldn't be so perfunctory in front of me." Tony Stark decisively rolled his eyes at the other party. If it wasn't the doctor in front of him, he would not give face to anyone else, except for the people in the chat group, well, except for a certain arrogant cell man.

"I don't understand why you keep rejecting my AI plans. You've seen how brilliant their achievements are in my world."

The doctor put down his cold teacup and sighed. "The AI ​​project is too black and white, and we're in a gray area. Besides, you should have more confidence in me."

"Hey, what do you mean by more confidence? You are the mentor of everyone in the group." Tony Stark relaxed his tone and teased back.

"Come on? Apart from yourself, how many people in the group are you interested in? You always maintain the arrogance of a genius, otherwise you wouldn't be so stubborn and insist that your artificial intelligence plan can solve my problem." The doctor responded with a smile. He looked at Tony Stark who touched his nose awkwardly and didn't say anything else.

"So, why did you come to see me? If it was just to catch up, we could have explained it in the group chat." The doctor took another sip of his cold tea, looked at the dwindling cup, and picked up the blue kettle on the ground to refill it. "And your hands? If I'm not mistaken, you should have been wearing, uh, flesh-colored gloves since you walked in. What's the point of that?"

Tony Stark, adjusting his sitting position to make himself more comfortable, froze for a moment before relaxing comfortably in the chair as if nothing had happened. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about."

"What?" The doctor looked at him in confusion.

Tony Stark continued casually, "You should know that as people age, they always encounter problems."

Although he didn't quite understand the point of saying something like that, the doctor casually joined in the rant. "Like, for example, menopause?"

"No." He paused. "It's hair loss."

"Wait." The doctor picked up the still scalding hot tea and drank it all in one gulp, then quickly poured a new cup and drank that too. "Isn't this conversation a bit too long?"

"I don't think this is something everyone with age has to worry about, especially those of us who work in intellectual fields," Tony Stark said half-jokingly, only to see the indescribable expression on the other person's face before he quickly withdrew his smile. "...Don't tell me, with all your employees, not a single one has come to you with this kind of trouble."

The doctor's face still maintained an indescribable expression, but this had already clearly told Tony Stark the answer.

He looked at the doctor and lay down a little unhappily. The streamlined chair flowed and changed with his movements, still comfortably clamping his body.

"...This isn't fair. You only have one or two more organs than humans, but how can your genes be so much better? As I walked along, I saw everyone's looks were basically impeccable. Both men and women were so outstanding, I thought you were some group about to debut! And yet you don't even lose your hair! This is truly biased!"

Tony Stark complained and grumbled in dissatisfaction, and the silver chair under his butt also very considerately turned black and changed its posture in a fierce manner, as if emitting black resentment.

"But I remember you did some genetic modification and optimization on yourself, didn't you? Your lifespan has long exceeded the theoretical limit of normal humans, right? Then you shouldn't be middle-aged yet, so why are you losing your hair? Don't make up excuses to tease me."

"Ha, I would waste my precious time just to make fun of you? Come on? I won't allow my time to be wasted on such boring things." He slammed the table angrily several times, as if to protest.

The doctor's gaze gradually moved to Tony Stark's hairline. With his abnormal dynamic vision, he stared at it for a long time but didn't find anything wrong.

The doctor slowly drew a question mark?

"I'm not kidding you." Tony Stark seemed to be irritated and took off the gloves on his hands. After taking off the flesh-colored gloves, there was a black area underneath.

At first, the doctor thought the other party had some evil intentions, as he first put on a layer of black gloves and then a layer of flesh-colored gloves. However, when he took a closer look, he saw that his hands were full of hair.

"??? What?"

"hair."

“??? What???” The doctor’s expression was extremely horrified. He looked at the hair on his hand, then at the other person’s hairline which remained motionless. The expression on his face was almost distorted into a symbol.

"When I was genetically programming, I didn't make human genes perfect. I felt like that would violate some taboo, so I left a few minor, harmless issues."

"...Does having perfect genes mean one is no longer human? I remember I gave you some of my own data."

"Yes, you're right." Tony Stark took a deep breath, his cynical image instantly vanishing, a more serious expression appearing. "But I'm afraid... I'm not you, and I can't be you. I can't take away any more of you. I'm too... arrogant."

The serious expression didn't last long, and the next moment, the other person was grinning playfully again, as if the serious image the doctor had seen was just an illusion. "Anyway, when I noticed I was losing my hair, I immediately started researching a hair growth ointment. While applying it, I made a harmless mistake and forgot to wear gloves."

"It doesn't really matter. The garbage on the market won't make a difference whether you wear gloves or not, but what I've developed is definitely the best."

"...So you have hair on your hands." The doctor was speechless for a while as he looked at Tony Stark, who looked a little smug in this state.

He hesitated to speak, and finally stopped talking altogether.

The scene suddenly fell silent. After all, the doctor's last complaint was a real blow. Whether Tony Stark refuted it or not, he was at a disadvantage.

"So you're just going to tell me this little thing?" The doctor tapped the table lightly, and the rhythmic sound spread in the empty room, which made people anxious.

Especially Tony Stark, he could hardly contain the anxiety that was revealed unconsciously.

He looked at the doctor, nodded, and didn't say anything long. This was not like Tony Stark's style.

So the doctor easily saw through the other person's embarrassment under his delicate appearance.

The other person was not someone who could hide his anxiety very well, but without those terrible dark circles under his eyes and the messy stubble, he looked bright and handsome, and the superficial sympathy and worry also disappeared.

"No, that's not it." He shook his head. "That's not what you want to talk about. You came to me to talk about something more important, not this kind of thing. This is just an excuse you use to shield yourself. If you can't say it yourself, it doesn't seem to matter as long as this is a lame excuse."

"Since you've already mustered up the courage to come to me, why can't you muster a little more courage to speak out? Instead, you've been rambling on about irrelevant things since you came in, trying to hide what you really want to say. Even now, you still can't say it, and instead use excuses that were immediately exposed."

"Listen, there's no point in kidding yourself. Don't say you think you can handle it yourself. If you really thought you could handle it yourself, you wouldn't be sitting here in front of me right now, would you?"

His words didn't come across as aggressive, but rather the right tone made them sound more sincere.

Tony Stark subconsciously turned his head, and finally turned his gaze to look at the other person, probably realizing that he could no longer escape.

"Okay, you convinced me."

"I've finally found the man who killed my parents." Tony Stark took a deep breath, struggling to overcome the anxiety and pain of uncovering the bloody scar. "I should have killed him outright... but he's... Captain America's closest ally. He's also a victim in a sense... I understand, I know it all. He's a victim. Yes, a victim. Yes, he is a victim."

Tony Stark closed his eyes in pain and raised his hands to cover his face.

"But he killed my parents, and yet he's still living freely! He's still living freely until now!"

"This isn't fair. I should kill him now! Even if he didn't kill my parents voluntarily and was brainwashed and controlled, there's no way to sentence him to death legally, and that won't stop me from wanting to blow him to pieces with a cannon."

"Fuck the law! The law can't stop me! I'm Tony Stark!"

"If I wanted to, I could kill him right away!"

He roared and vented all his dissatisfaction, until he said the last sentence, he suddenly deflated and just pulled his hair anxiously. The doctor clearly saw that his hands were shaking, but it was not the time for him to speak yet. Comfort or words would be useless. The other party needed to vent more.

“…But I can’t.”

Tony Stark slumped in the chair with a tired look on his face, put his hands aside and looked up at the ceiling.

"I almost lost control of myself at the time. I almost killed him. He knelt on the ground, guilt driving him to let me kill him."

"But in the end I controlled myself and I just locked him up secretly. No one knew about it except my housekeeper."

"I was worried about this day and night. I started thinking about how to get rid of him. I was afraid that Rogers would find out about this. If I killed her like this, it would definitely cause problems. This is not something a hero would do."

"You know what? I've even started to consider using my power to unscrupulously change the law. I want him to stand on the scaffold and be executed openly. That way, not even Rogers can stop me, because then it will be reasonable and legal."

"But I soon realized the horror of my idea. I wanted to distort the world into my own shape, and what's worse is that I have the ability to do so."

Tony Stark had a decadent look on his face, and anxiety spread throughout his body. The doctor sat there looking at him and almost couldn't recognize that this anxious guy was the arrogant one.

"That's not right, Doctor."

"I don't want my bottom line to be broken... I can't break my bottom line either. I'm a hero, and I have to do what a hero does."

"You're right. I'm an idiot because I watched helplessly as the enemy who killed my parents was still alive. I even tolerated it myself."

465 What is a Hero? (Part )

After he said this, he immediately fell silent. He had an unconcealable tiredness on his body and looked exhausted.

But the doctor firmly felt that the other party's mood seemed to be better, and he looked more relaxed than his previous playful appearance. That's right, after saying some of the words that were suppressed in his heart, he no longer felt so heavy.

The doctor looked up and examined him carefully.

Then laughed.

The silence of the room was broken by laughter that wasn't brisk, but rather dull. This was just the beginning, as the laughter gradually became more outrageous. If it weren't for the excellent soundproofing of this house, a diligent alien visitor would probably burst in soon, shouting "FBI! Open the door!"

Of course, the sound insulation of this house is really good, and the other party would never do this, let alone shout such weird lines.

At most, I'll say "ready to breach"

"Hey?" Tony Stark tried to keep a straight face. "I'm talking to you seriously about this."

But his rebuttal seemed to be in vain, and only made the other party laugh a little more wildly.

So Tony Stark tried to knock on the table. He just put his fists on it, but before he could knock, the breath he had held in his body immediately relaxed.

He couldn't help but follow the other person, spreading his hands and laughing loudly and unrestrainedly.

The doctor looked at Tony Stark and laughed happily a few more times.

He knew it all. He couldn't be too serious when talking to this guy. Too serious would only make the burden on him heavier. He also couldn't be too cheerful. Too cheerful would make him feel like he was talking about those things, like he was just joking about some insignificant things. As for the problem? He would be overwhelmed by these unnecessary and overflowing emotions until they fermented into an undeniable stench of decay. Only then would he pretend to be nonchalant and tell the other person that nothing had happened or it was just a small matter.

Tony Stark asked with a smile. "Hahahahahahaha, what the hell are you doing?"

"Nothing." The doctor had a smile in his eyes and a kind expression on his face, which even gave Tony Stark goosebumps.