Marvel Disassembler

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To put it simply, this was a case of jumping to conclusions.

In the movies, Bucky only begins to recall fragments of his past after his confrontation with Steve.

This single memory was so vivid that Arthur overlooked other possibilities.

As a result, he wasted a significant amount of time.

But there was no point in dwelling on it now. He glanced at Bucky, still unconscious on the floor, and decided to first remove that "Metal Arm" of his.

Then he could confine him here.

Arthur figured that if he paid closer attention to Bucky and showed him relevant materials, it might have helped stimulate his memory recovery.

Without hesitation, Arthur glanced at the man shackled to the chair, then moved to find a holding cell within the base. After removing the arm, he threw Bucky into the cell.

'It was convenient, really – this base had ready-made holding cells.'

'Who knew what Harry had been thinking when he built this place?'

The entire lower floor of the base was filled with tightly packed rooms, all specially designed cells.

Such a place could definitely hold some dangerous individuals...

"Well, I guess this is being prepared," Arthur thought, feeling that it was better than not having anywhere to imprison someone when the time came.

"Hmm... does this count as illegal detention?"

As a law-abiding citizen, Arthur couldn't help but wonder.

At that moment, Bucky in the cell had already regained consciousness.

His eyes immediately locked on Arthur standing outside. "Where is this?"

"It's a nice place," Arthur said, "It's where you'll eat, drink, and gamble."

"..."

Bucky, hearing this, realized that asking would be pointless. He glanced at his empty left arm and then sat down.

Arthur flipped his hand, and a new arm appeared in his palm. Smiling, he said, "Looking for this?"

Bucky didn't reply.

"Don't worry, I'll return it to you," Arthur crouched down, "Once you remember the past, I'll give it back. We'll need to fight side by side again. But for now, you'll have to make do... And you have no idea how much it will take for me to give this back to you."

With a sigh, Arthur shook his head and left the room.

As soon as the arm landed in Arthur's hands, the Disassembler popped up with information.

The item was named... "Bucky's Left Hand!"

Purple quality, and dismantling it would definitely yield some useful items.

However, considering that this arm was also a part of Bucky's combat ability, Arthur resisted the urge to disassemble it.

After returning to the upper floor, he saw the man still shackled to the chair, his face showing the expression of someone who had been tricked out of his most precious possession, his gaze hollow as he stared at the ceiling.

Arthur thought for a moment, then walked over to him and said, "You seem quite disappointed..."

The man's lips trembled, and he looked at Arthur with a mix of rage and sorrow, spitting out two words: "Liar..."

"Who are you talking about?"

Arthur glared at him. "Let me tell you, I won't tolerate slander!"

"You are…" But just as he was about to finish, his eyes suddenly widened, "What are you doing?"

He watched in shock as Arthur walked over to the console, momentarily stunned.

"Nothing, just trying to scare you..."

Arthur smiled. "But now, it's a bit of a dilemma for me. As a superhero, I can't just kill people casually. After all, even someone like you, a butcher with blood on your hands, still has a human appearance. So, what should I do with you? Toss you in front of the police station? No matter if the police come to investigate you, your people will certainly receive my signal and know I'm going against them. That wouldn't be good for me... at least, not at this stage."

"..." The man was on the brink of breaking down. Who the hell wants to help you figure out how to deal with themselves?

"But you've tried to deal with me repeatedly, even sending the Winter Soldier, so you must think I'm a threat that has to be eliminated," Arthur mused. "So, there's no harm in sending out a retaliation signal, right? But let me think... I've been back in New York for nearly half a month, and yet you haven't made a move?"

Arthur's gaze became somewhat subtle. "At first, you didn't know I was back. But when I went to see Tony, I wasn't hiding. You must have known by then... but the very next night, I got my hands on you and this data. Your people must not be investigating the whereabouts of this data, so they haven't had time to deal with me, right?"

The man remained silent with an unreadable expression on his face.

But that seemed a bit suspicious!

He had been so distraught before, and now he suddenly appeared so detached and cold. Clearly, he was hiding something.

"But... just a list, even if I know it, what's the big deal?"

Arthur furrowed his brows. "Also, the way you looked at me when I was browsing the data earlier... That nervous expression and demeanor... Could it be..."

He suddenly looked up. "Could it be that this data, this list, is the only one?"

"..."

The man remained silent, his expression growing colder.

Arthur chuckled. "Really? You're deliberately acting this indifferent, aren't you? Trying to throw me off balance?"

Seeing the man still silent, Arthur smiled again. "It's fine, we have plenty of time to play this out. After all, figuring this out isn't too difficult. And once I use this list properly, it'll be truly wonderful! I'll easily control the resource network you guys have worked so hard to build."

"You..." The man closed his eyes. "Dream on!"

"Seems like that's really the case," Arthur said thoughtfully. Then, he suddenly slapped the man on the shoulder. "Also, your identity isn't what I thought. You're probably not a small fry; otherwise, how could such resources be under your control? I think I've caught a big fish without realizing it. But that's okay, I'll find out soon enough... Be prepared."

With that, the man in his hands disappeared.

Arthur glanced around the empty space, with only the Abomination standing silently beside him. After pondering for a moment, he took out the Pen of Thoth. "This place could be properly arranged... it could really serve as a base."

Not only as a base, but Arthur also had some other ideas in mind, and this kind of space was exactly what he needed to bring them to fruition.

(End of Chapter)