The brunette raised his eyebrows.
Stark thought he should be embarrassed, but he wasn't. On the contrary, he felt his pounding heart calm down.
The young man lying on the basement floor slowly opened his eyes.
Stark held his breath unconsciously.
Mr. Warden sat up, turned his head to look around, and asked doubtfully, "Why are we back again?"
Stark froze slightly.
"you mean… "
"Aren't we ready to leave?" The warden looked at him, and then, as if suddenly realizing something, he lowered his head and smelled himself, "I smell a little bit off?"
It's like it's never been showered—and the suit jacket is crumpled and stiff with plaster.
The young man grabbed the hem of the suit and looked at it suspiciously: "I remember this dress..." After all, he didn't have other styles of clothes, "Isn't this the one I wore to the funeral?"
Stark's Adam's apple rolled, and his lips seemed a little dry.
"Mr. Warden, the funeral you are talking about... whose funeral is it?"
Zhang Dianyu looked at him suspiciously: "Sikestone's funeral."
Stark stared at him blankly.
The black-haired man next to him, who was watching the show with his arms folded, restrained his expression and frowned slightly.
Stark turned to him, and the man met his eyes and nodded slightly.
Zhang Dianyu couldn't bear it anymore and took off the suit jacket. He had reason to suspect that he was forced to put it on with a gun, otherwise he would never have accepted something that smelled like this.
Stark took the clothes away.
Zhang Dianyu: "???"
Stark looked very strange today, always looking at him with complicated eyes, and seemed to have something to say.
"Is...is there something on my face?" Zhang Dianyu asked tentatively. His head was still a little groggy, as if he had slept for more than ten hours at a stretch. While he doesn't know why he's sleeping in the sandbox, it seems like something happened.
Stark shook his head.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He got up from the ground, only to realize that there was a man with black hair and blue eyes standing behind him—he had seen it before, and this was the Tony Stark from another universe that Bill spoke about.
Zhang Dianyu thought for a while: "Are you the person or the bill?"
The black-haired man twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a slightly weird smile.
"What's the last thing you remember?"
Zhang Dianyu's heart sank, and he couldn't help looking at Stark next to him.
Stark nodded slowly.
The implication of this statement was obvious—no matter what happened, he must have missed something. Zhang Dianyu slowly recalled, in fact, the things not long ago were still very clear, and he didn't even think there was any problem in recalling those things.
Except that he woke up in the wrong position, and he didn't know why he was comatose on the ground.
"I just remember that the mechanical squid left, we walked out of the basement, you lay on the sand, we chatted for a while... and then came back here when I woke up." Zhang Dianyu hesitated, "This is the basement just now Bar?"
Stark took a deep breath.
The black-haired man next to him spoke for him: "It's not 'just now'—more than two weeks have passed since the last time in your memory."
Zhang Dianyu was so shocked that he was speechless for a moment.
Stark looked at the young man's face and thought to himself—maybe it wouldn't be so bad to go back to before nothing happened.
"Actually, from our human point of view, you are dead." The black-haired man said mercilessly, "But someone copied your memory before and saved it here. Once it is reactivated, it can be used You 'resurrect'."
"Someone?" Zhang Dianyu was suspicious, "Who is it?"
The black-haired man: "..." I didn't expect the warden to focus on the key points so well.
"It doesn't matter who it is," said the dark-haired man, crossing his arms and raising his chin. "The point is that he saved your life."
However, Zhang Dianyu didn't buy it: "Is the person you mentioned really yourself?"
Black-haired man: "..."
In fact, making a copy of someone else's memory without consent - it really doesn't sound very good.
Stark in another universe doesn't care about himself. He almost crashed and died when he put on the armor for the first time.
Jumping back and forth on the edge of life and death is Iron Man's daily life.
But others may not necessarily want to.
Unexpectedly, the young man pondered for a moment, but suddenly raised his head and thanked him solemnly.
"Although I don't know how I could die," Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, "but I think I should thank you."
The black-haired man showed an interested expression: "I dare say that anyone around me will shake his fist at me after hearing about this kind of thing."
Zhang Dianyu looked at him.
"What about you, aren't you angry?" The black-haired man asked aggressively, "I copied your memory, but you think I'm helping you?"
Zhang Dianyu was silent for a while: "Then are you helping me?"
Black-haired man: "... yes. Entrusted."
"Okay," Zhang Dianyu said, "thank you."
"Wow," said the dark-haired man with interest, "I'm starting to get a little interested in you."
Zhang Dianyu: "?"
Stark: "..."
Not long after, Zhang Dianyu watched Stark put on his armor and politely invite his other self out, and the black-haired man also put on his armor and responded politely.
While they were out talking, there was another loud bang outside the window.
Zhang Dianyu frowned.
Stark said that he would come back later and tell him the story that happened in more than two weeks—now he wondered if the world-destroying mechanical squid escaped from the sandbox and started killing.
Otherwise, why would there be a sound like a fight outside
Zhang Dianyu couldn't stand it anymore, he walked up the stairs, thinking that he could also help a little.
Just as he was about to climb the last few steps, Stark rushed down from above, and closed the door and locked it to ensure that no one else could get in.
Zhang Dianyu licked his lips.
It was a strange feeling to hear that I was dead all of a sudden.
And his first thought was what to do with the prison, which felt even more absurd. He thought about the super criminals and superhumans, the clowns and ogres who hadn't been apprehended, and the Alcatraz he hadn't built yet.
He met Stark's eyes.
Perhaps because of what happened during this period, the corners of the man's eyes seemed to be a little red, and those rather warm caramel eyes couldn't hide the exhaustion underneath.
Zhang Dianyu paused: "I think I should also say thank you to you?"
Stark paused for a moment: "Alright. But we have to thank each other, that scene must be embarrassing, or forget it."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
As soon as Stark opened his mouth, he seemed to come out of that exhausted state, looking like the swaggering playboy and superhero on TV again.
The man that super criminals hate so much.
Zhang Dianyu smiled.
"I don't want to rush you, but I'm really curious about what's going on during this time."
"certainly."
Stark looked at him and said.
Outside the cabin, Peter built a pergola with his hands. Looking far away, there was no metallic gray shadow at the junction of the sky and the sand, which made him heave a sigh of relief.
Although he is a bit uncertain about whether Stark from another universe is fooling him, it is always a good thing to be cautious.
He didn't want anything to go wrong with the warden's "resurrection".
The two supreme mages stood with arms folded under the shadow of the eaves, seeming to be talking, but only a wisp of sand could be seen from the windless automatic cloak.
As for Dr. Banner... he meditates on the roof.
This is a bit outrageous.
But Peter could understand the anxiety beneath his calm exterior. Although he emphasized that he was standing at the highest point to monitor whether mechanical squids were coming in the distance, Peter felt that it looked like blind prayer.
But the boy himself was not much better.
"It's been almost an hour." At some point, Strange came to his side. "It should not be so long."
Just now, another Stark came out, greeted everyone, and then left with Strange from another universe.
From what he meant, things were fine.
But it has been more than half an hour since the two people from another universe disappeared. Peter licked his chapped lips, feeling dizzy from the sun overhead.
Although these are fake - at least the heat stroke and lack of water that happened in the sandbox can't be mapped to reality.
"You should go inside and have a rest." Strange said with a straight face.
"No," Peter refused very stubbornly, "I want to watch the wind here."
Strange shook his head: "The other two people have already gone to look for nearby mechanical squids to lure them away, they won't bother us anymore. Not only that, they also plan to try to find a way to tame those mechanical squids—after all The other Stark doesn't remember how he made those things, but it's always his fault and he has to figure it out."
Peter was slightly taken aback: "Don't remember?"
"Why don't you remember the middle part?"
In the basement, Zhang Dianyu and Stark dragged out two boxes from the corner and sat opposite each other, and then he raised his own question.
"It's very simple," Stark sighed, "When we were avoiding the mechanical squids, Stark used their energy cores as a power source to make this area a 'disk' to store your memories, And your copy of memory was created at that point in time."
Zhang Dianyu understood: "That is to say, I just took out the memory copy now, and I will never know what happened after that."
Stark moved his fingers.
"I... I told you."
Zhang Dianyu nodded, then pondered for a moment and said, "But there seems to be a lot missing in the middle."
"..." Stark tried to defend, "after all I can tell what I know from my perspective."
He didn't.
He didn't know how to describe his mood during this time.
But it doesn't seem necessary now either.
He licked his lips: "We hugged at the end." He opened his arms, "Just... like this, try?"
Zhang Dianyu showed a bit embarrassed expression: "Even so, it is impossible for me to retrieve the memories of this period of time, because they don't exist at all?"
Stark lowered his arms: "Yes, that's right."