Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

No one slept this night.

The sky has begun to light up, but in the small bedroom, only the white light illuminates everything coldly. It is impossible to tell the outside time through the light.

Peter hung upside down from the ceiling and took out a cheeseburger from the kraft paper bag that Stark handed over.

A few acquaintances sat around the warden’s silent body, sharing the burger takeaway delivered by the battle armor.The scent of beef slowly filled the room, and outside them stood the new warden-I heard that he was formerly called the Warren Guard.

Peter knew it was because of the faint crying from the next door, it seemed that there was a little kid howling hoarsely.

"Should we not go and help?" Peter asked hesitantly. "Anyway, before dawn, we don't know where Mr. Warden is now."-At least when he is away, we should help maintain the order of the prison. .

Banner's expression was a bit distressed: "Yes. But in fact, if we are now within the range of the guard tower, we will be taken away by guards. A fine can be fined, or a detention can be severe—and possibly due to trespassing on forbidden areas. Was fed a bullet by a sniper."

Peter: "..."

"What the hell is that?" The boy swallowed his burger in awe.But judging from the expressions of several people around, they are not clear.

"It must have something to do with mutants anyway." Stark crumpled the paper bag and threw it into the corner.

After a while, he picked it up and threw it into the trash can.

The black-haired youth next to him gently closed his eyes, as if he would wake up at any time, glanced at him slowly with a cold look, and then looked at the ball of paper he had thrown on the ground.

It's like the tie he's always hit hard.

Stark seems to have said it many times, or perhaps he hasn't said it-Mr. Warden's behavior is sometimes rigid like an old man.

Or a... character in the game.

A person who does not exist at all.

Stark walked over angrily, picked up the paper ball from the trash can and threw it back in the corner.

other people:"……"

Peter stuffed the burger deeply into his mouth, avoiding saying anything that shouldn't be said.

Stark took a deep breath and forced his consciousness to focus on Peter's problem—or rather, to shift his attention elsewhere.

"It's a secret prison, I only know this." His voice sounded a little blunt. "The warden thinks that even I can't reveal the truth-but obviously those rescued from the Hydra base. There are fewer children, and," he paused and rolled his eyes, "you have all seen. Laser Eye came back with us just now. After saying goodbye, he disappeared behind the concrete wall on the opposite side."

Others: "..." It's really not hard to guess who is locked inside.

Some people even began to recall the past-if it were not too long ago, they discovered that the missing children were locked up here, which would lead to conspiracy theories.

Some are funny, but some are real.

After falling into silence in the bedroom, the door was suddenly opened, and the "Warren Warden" stood outside.

"Assistant Banner, you have been assigned a new task." Warren motioned Banner to go out with him.

Banner was a little surprised, but now he obviously shouldn't resist the arrangement of the new warden, so he immediately nodded and followed Warren out of the bedroom.

His mission was a little unexpected, but reasonable. After they concluded that the mutant juvenile detained next door, Banner became one of the "optional employees" next door, so he could only help Sa with a daunted look. Teacher Moss changed the diaper of the mutant child.

To be honest, Banner could hardly see that the young man with his head against the bird's nest and angrily stripping off the child's pants was the X-Men squad leader who just walked off the plane with a serious face.

Besides, this child looks five or six years old, still wearing diapers, it seems that there is really a lack of education.

A few minutes later, Banner realized that things might be more serious than that-what is worse than a grumpy and rebellious super-powered teenager?

They are superpowers whose intellectual development seems to be somewhat unsound.

Banner looked at the child in front of him and also had a headache—in addition to changing diapers, who should be responsible for his actions after he became an adult.

He is a superpower.

For some reason, Banner suddenly felt funny-he remembered that he also lived in his body with a humanoid self-propelled tank with a little low intelligence, whose destructive power would only be stronger than these super-powered children.

He can be responsible for Hulk, but there is only one.

He locked himself in the prison of this superpower restricted zone, so that Hulk would never see the sun-but the warden told him a few days ago that if he wanted to leave here and do something else, he would help.

Of course Banner pretended not to understand.

But he suddenly understood what Mr. Warden meant-he couldn't keep it closed forever, just like these mutant juvenile delinquents who acted inconsistent with social moral standards will one day grow up and go to another world.

No one can be locked up forever.

——But it may come back here because of wrong behavior.

Banner sighed and picked up a bag of garbage next to him.At least he doesn't have much time to think about it now, Laser Eye is rushing to deal with these children's problems, and he is here to help.

As he walked towards the door carrying a black garbage bag, Teacher Summers suddenly called him: "Dr. Banner."

Banner stopped, but didn't look back.

"When I went out just now, I heard some guards say that Mr. Warden... passed away?" The voice behind him was a little puzzled, but quickly changed his tone and became firm.

"But that's impossible! When I left, the warden was still helping the staff at the funeral home, and even..." Teacher Summers hesitated again, "You even said'I'm sorry' to me?"

He also comforted Mr. Warden, saying that the accident at the funeral was the fault of the super criminals. He also felt sorry for the old warden and the acting warden.

But the warden at the time did not look like he was seriously injured, nor did he expect that it was a goodbye.

"I'm sorry"-because he is the only teacher left in the reform center?Was it because he just promised to accept more mutant juvenile offenders but was unable to fulfill his promise?Or is it something else?

Teacher Summers can't guess the real reason.

Banner turned his back to him, shrugged, his mouth opened and opened, but he didn't know what to say. In the end, he could only helplessly say: "Mr. Summers... just used to it."

Unfortunately, Teacher Summers may not have the opportunity to get used to it.

Banner sighed.

It was finally seven o'clock in the morning, and a new day began in prison.The prisoners get up to wash, and the warden’s schedule is the same.

Guard Wallen has moved from the desk to the front of the sofa chair, with a clipboard in his hand, and his uniforms are neatly folded and placed on the sofa, waiting for the cleaning staff to take them away—— It was replaced by a dark green suit.

When Stark walked out, he saw this scene.

The new Warren Warden stared at the sofa chair behind the desk, as if sitting down was a very difficult task.

When Stark passed by him, he suddenly stretched out his hand and unexpectedly pressed the Warden Warden into the chair.

Warden Warren didn't have any special reaction, but just sat on the sofa with a little dazed and solemnity.

Stark shrugged and left the office.

At least they should all play their roles, right?Since the former warden can do it, everyone in the future is the same.

After the shower time, at eight o'clock, the prisoners began to slowly rush from the dormitory to the cafeteria.

And outside the prison also ushered in a new escort car.

Due to the resignation of several prison guards overnight, the speed of escorting the prisoners one by one to the incarceration room seemed a bit stagnant.

Stark stood patiently at the door, watching the guards successively escorting the prisoners in light blue prison uniforms to the detention cell.

Many people recognized who this person was standing by and watching them.

Some people showed anger on their faces, even waving their fists and swearing—the consequence was that they did not need to go to the detention cell, but were directly transferred to the confinement room.

For the "culprit" who locked them in, the superpowers certainly didn't have a good face.

If it was a few days ago, maybe Stark would have replied and mocked the past and triggered a fight against each other. After all, he has never conceded defeat in this regard, and few people in this world can fight Tony Stark Prevail in the quarrel.

The captain is very good at this, and he will throw the shield over to end the conversation early.

But Stark was suddenly no longer angry.

He never asked the world to give him anything back, but it was inevitable that he occasionally wondered if he would have the same kind.

Until a few days ago-or earlier.

Even if the traces left by that person are as light as a feather staining the ground, when the wind blows, no one will care about the wind anymore, just remember how white and soft the feathers are in the wind.

Stark stared at the door of the prison inspection room.

The young prisoner in a light orange prison uniform was taken out by the guards, his eyes were swept over him, and he left.

"Welcome back." Stark said.

The prisoner turned his face away with a serious expression: "I am in prison for the first time."

Stark smiled: "Not necessarily."

prisoner:"?"

They didn't have a chance to talk more, the prisoner was taken away by the guard.

Stark didn't stay too much either. Before the prisoners and guards disappeared, he turned and walked quickly towards the warden's office.

Banner had already been waiting for him in the assistant room.

Peter and Strange sat on the sofa in the hall.They can also go to the bedroom to talk, but it doesn't feel very good there-besides, the new warden has already taken office, and it seems that there is no intention to move the warden's body.

And they all felt that if Mr. Warden was here, he should hope that Guard Warren would be respected in his position.

In a way, it also means that it's best not to have anyone whispering in the small room behind him.

Banner found two pages from a stack of documents, solemnly picked them out, put them in the folder, and handed them to Stark.

"This is it."

Inside is a prisoner's file.

If it weren't for Stark who insisted on going to the entrance of the prison inspection room, he would be able to find out the prisoner's file ten minutes ago - that is, the moment the prison car arrived.

But it’s okay to be familiar with the target prisoner in advance, and it may be helpful for follow-up actions.

Banner also didn't dispute Stark's behavior.

Stark opened the prisoner’s file and looked at the photo above—unlike Sykestone, who was also the warden’s second role before, the prisoner looked like Mr. Warden himself. .

The young man in the photo has a serious look with a gloomy look, with only a short green stubble in his hair, which looks quite characteristic of a prisoner, but the familiar appearance can be faintly distinguished by the brows.

Stark frowned and looked at it, and said: "'San'·Zhang...?" He was proficient in eight languages ​​and couldn't help expressing his doubts. This name was even a little strange compared to the usual perfunctory, "Why is it half paraphrase and half transliteration? What?"

Banner: "..."

He can only say "It's good to be used to" in his heart.

Stark held the prisoner's file without moving his hand for a long time. Strange looked at him and suddenly said, "You know what you should do."

Hearing that, Stark's gaze moved slightly, falling on the prisoner's crime column, and twitching the corners of his mouth: "Fights cause serious injuries...Of course, the problem is not big."

Strange frowned even more tightly.

Banner was also looking at Stark.

After a while, Stark closed the folder with a snap, his tone blunt: "I know."

"That's just a prisoner." Strange's voice came from his ear, "Remember, that's not the warden, at least not exactly."

Stark said, "I'm leaving."

Banner looked at the direction he was leaving with some anxiety. After the man's back disappeared at the end of the corridor, he sighed and turned his head, looked at Strange and said, "Tony... Take the prisoner away?"

Strange didn't answer.

His voice remained in the corridor as he left.

"If he really wants to do this, no one can stop it."