Lucian did not answer Hulk's question.
This matter is not complicated to say, but it may be more difficult to teach Hulk to distinguish the responsibilities between weapons manufacturers, arms dealers and war criminals than to teach him Bajiquan.
And now is not the time to explain.
The energy bombardment in mid-air is still going on. Tony is unwilling to take a heavy blow, but Wanda has been overwhelmed by hatred. If it continues like this, no one will be able to stop it.
Lucian Raise your right hand and press your fingers downward.
The invisible Magnetic Field immediately covered Tony's armor.
Tony, who was dodging Energy Blasts, felt his armor suddenly sink. The output data of the thruster was instantly full, but it still couldn't stop his body from falling downwards.
"JARVIS?"
"External Magnetic Field interference, sir. The propulsion system is operating at full capacity, but cannot be counteracted..."
"Holy shit!"
Before he could finish the words, Tony fell straight from the air.
Bang!
Tony plunged into the sand, and half of his body sank in. Just as the missile pod on his shoulder was about to bounce away, he was pressed back by Magnetic Field.
"Sir, the armor is affected by strong Magnetic Field interference."
"I see it!"
Tony shouted to Lucian while holding on to the ground and trying to get up.
"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation!"
Wanda has no intention of stopping.
The red light gathered in her hands, staring at Tony in the sand, and her fingers tightened quickly. The idea of killing him had appeared in her mind countless times.
The enemy is right in front of you now.
She raised her hand to greet Tony, but red energy was already condensed on her fingertips.
Just as Wanda was about to raise her hand, Lucian appeared in front of her and grabbed her wrist.
"Boss?"
Wanda was stunned for a moment.
Most of the red energy in her hand dissipated. She could not care what Tony said, but she could not ignore Lucian.
Lucian did not speak immediately.
Forcing her to let go will only make the thorn pierce deeper.
On the other side, Pietro accelerates again.
He stepped on the armor behind Tony, raised his fist and was about to hit the armor's head.
"Come here too."
Lucian Telekinesis rolled up and directly pulled Pietro off Tony.
Pietro's limbs were still in a fist-pumping posture, but his whole body had flown upside down and landed next to Lucian.
"Boss!"
He struggled twice and found that he couldn't get rid of Telekinesis at all, so he could only say urgently, "Don't stop me! This is between us and Stark!"
"That's why I have to ask clearly."
Lucian let go of Telekinesis and glanced at the two of them.
"You want revenge, I won't stop you."
Pietro Be quiet.
Wanda also raised his head, the red light in his eyes still not receding.
Lucian knew very well that these brothers and sisters had never been merciful people. He was not interested in standing on a moral high ground and forcing them to forgive anyone.
Don't talk nonsense until others have suffered.
But you have to find the right person for revenge.
"You guys answer me a question first."
Lucian points to Tony.
"What is it that you hate?"
Wanda pursed his lips and did not answer.
Pietro frowned.
"Do you hate the missile that killed your parents? Or do you hate the arms dealer who sold that missile?"
Lucian paused for a moment.
"Or do you hate the person who pressed the launch button?"
Pietro The anger on his face stopped.
Of course he understands that these three are not the same thing.
But over the years, the words Stark Industries have long been tied to the fear of those two days. They stared at the unexploded shell under the ruins, not even daring to breathe too hard.
They were only ten years old at that time.
Besides hating the name above, who else can I hate?
Wanda slammed Lucian's hand away.
"Even so, he still has responsibility!"
She pointed at Tony, her voice trembling.
"Stark Industries is printed on that missile! It was his company that made it, and it was his family that made money from it!"
Her voice was trembling, the kind of anger and helplessness she felt when someone suddenly ripped her apart after she had hated her for too long and suppressed it for too long.
She didn't understand anything about warlords, smuggling, or war at the time. She only knew that her parents were dead, and the murder weapon had Stark written on it.
Lucian sighed.
This is the problem.
It's not that Wanda doesn't know the truth, she just doesn't want to let the hatred of more than ten years lose its purpose. Because once Stark is no longer the only murderer, she doesn't know where to put her pain.
Lucian looked at her.
There were tears in the corners of her eyes.
"I know."
Lucian turned around and opened his right hand.
Magnetic Field, which was pressing on Tony, began to shrink.
The nano-metal on the surface of the armor fell off layer by layer, suspended in the air like running water. Tony The newly repaired breastplate quickly became thinner, and the helmet was also forcibly peeled off.
"Hey! Stop!"
A few seconds later, Iron Man turned into a middle-aged man wearing underwear, standing on the beach without any protection, and fell in front of Wanda and Pietro.
Tony looked at Wanda's red eyes, and then at Pietro's clenched fist next to him.
Lucian looked at Wanda.
"When you were ten, Howard had been dead for eleven years."
"At that time, Stark Industries's arms trade was actually handled by Obadiah·Stan. Without Tony's knowledge, he illegally sold a large number of weapons to warlords and terrorist organizations."
Tony opened his mouth, but said nothing in the end.
Lucian is telling the truth.
No matter how much he hates others opening up old scores, he can't refute it.
"So you should think about it carefully."
Lucian's voice is calm.
"Who should be hated, Obadiah, who illegally sells weapons, or Sokovia, the warlord who launches missiles?"
He paused.
"Or do you think making weapons is a sin in itself?"
Pietro wanted to refute, but his mind was in a mess.
If it is Obadiah who buys and sells weapons, and it is a warlord who launches missiles, then how much responsibility should Tony bear?
He doesn't know.
Wanda refused to accept it.
"Even so..."
The red light in her hand gathered more and more, and her voice became louder.
"Even so!!"
She had waited so many years to find the wrong person just to hear a word.
If Tony is not the murderer she imagined, then what are she and Pietro these years? Who should repay those two days of fear and those sleepless nights?
"Wanda."
Pietro reached out and grabbed her shoulders.
There was silence for a few seconds.
Tony spoke.
"Obadiah, I killed it myself."
He looked into Wanda's eyes, and his tone no longer had the usual hesitation and teasing.
The red light in Wanda's hand is uncertain.
Tony took a step forward and stood in front of her.
No armor, no weapons, and no dodging.
"I don't know why that missile appeared at Sokovia, or who launched it."
Tony looked at Wanda.
"But it has the name Stark printed on it."
When these words came out of his mouth, they sounded heavier than expected.
He once thought that he was only responsible for manufacturing, and it had nothing to do with what the buyer did with it. It wasn't until he saw his own weapons falling into the hands of Ten Rings in Afghanistan that he realized how ridiculous this idea was.
"I accept this account."
Tony spread his hands.
"If you want to fight, just fight."
Wanda stared at him.
He raised the energy in his hand and aimed it at Tony's chest.
Just push forward.
An ordinary person's body cannot block her current attack. Tony will die without any chance to resist.
Tony still didn't move.
Lucian didn't stop either.
The choice should be given to Wanda. She needs to decide with her own hands where this hatred will go.
The scarlet energy flickered in and out of her palm several times, and finally flew out suddenly.
Boom!
Energy Blasts flew past Tony's body, exploding a large crater in the sand behind him.
Tony froze in place, with a bloody mark on the side of his face from the flying sand.
Wanda's arms dropped.
The hatred that had sustained her for so many years had not disappeared, but the evil face that she had imagined countless times no longer matched the Tony in front of her.
Wanda's expression fell away bit by bit. What was revealed after the hatred receded was the sadness that had never been seen by anyone after pretending to be strong for the goal of revenge for more than ten years.
She bit her lip and her eyes quickly filled with tears.
"Then who should I look for..."
Lucian raised his hand to wipe the tears from her face.
"Don't worry."
He looked at Wanda and said word by word, "I will help you get it back."
Wanda raised his face.
There was no hesitation in Lucian's voice.
"To your true enemy."