The Thirteenth Mission World

"Sir, you said you were going to mail it to Howard's home, with his son as the recipient?"

Bucky thought it was inappropriate. He had watched the edited video too. The acting was flawless, perfectly portraying a cold-blooded, ruthless executioner.

That was all well and good, but whether he liked it did not matter. What mattered was what Tony Stark thought.

So here came the question: what would Tony Stark think after watching the video?

Would he sing and dance, joyfully celebrating his father's death before taking over the inheritance and leaping from young master to president of Stark Industries?

Or would he grit his teeth, swear to find the metal-armed man, and kill him to avenge his father?

Bucky had already foreseen the outcome. Somehow, he would be branded as the enemy who had murdered Tony's father, even though he had done nothing at all... He had only brushed his teeth. Russell was the one who had splashed all the melodramatic blood around.

"What is it? Is there something wrong?"

Russell did not think there was any problem. If he had not interfered, Howard and his wife in this world would most likely have died at Bucky's hands. Now they were merely filming a tooth-brushing video. Bucky should be thanking him!

"..."

Bucky felt deeply wronged. They were both contributors, yet Natasha and Yelena got whatever they wanted, while he only received a scapegoat's burden.

Could it be that this seemingly suppressive treatment was actually some kind of hint...

In a daze, Bucky seemed to realize something. His eyes went vacant, and he became utterly listless. He was not doing well at all.

"BOSS, you said you were going to send the video to Tony. Why send it to him?" Howard had changed clothes and tidied his hair and