Tony was not one to shy away from trouble. His parents' deaths were a pain he could never forget, and since Pierce sounded so certain, he had no objection to seeing the truth for himself.
Natasha opened the file. It contained surveillance footage.
Halfway through the footage, Tony crushed the glass in his hand. His mother's pleas and his father's agonized cries echoed in his ears.
Tony's face twisted, his eyes as red as those of a beast on the verge of breaking down.
He flung away the broken glass, rushed over to Pierce, and seized him by the throat. "Who is he?! Who is that murderer?!"
"Cough, cough." Strangled and unable to breathe, Pierce desperately pried at Tony's fingers, but after a few futile struggles, his hands fell limply away.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Pierce coughed violently. His face turned crimson as he struggled for breath, his eyes bulging as though he were about to suffocate.
"Tony, calm down!"
Venti placed a hand on the Mark armor's arm, trying to steady Tony. "You're making it impossible for him to speak."
The boy's words restored a little reason to the enraged Tony. Yes, he could not let this man die yet. He still needed to learn about his enemy from him.
The armored hand released its grip, and air flooded back into Pierce's lungs.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough."
Pierce coughed violently, clutching his chest and doubling over. A trace of blood hung at the corner of his mouth as he raised his head to look at Tony.
"Poor Stark. How tragic. Your enemy is Captain America's closest friend. Hahaha."
"Bucky Barnes. We all call him the Winter Soldier. I have to say, he really is useful. It didn't even take him three minutes to kill your parents. Aah!!"
Tony punched