Marvel: I have a serious mental illness

Tony Stark knew he owed Boz a positive answer.

After spending so many years together, Tony Stark knows better than anyone how important Botz is to him.

What Boz gave him has always been something that other women couldn't give him.

That feeling is very special.

It was a feeling of home.

Poz could give him a home.

"Huh..." Tony Stark took a deep breath, lowered his head and stared at Botz, and said slowly: "Botz, I have something on my mind that I want to say to you."

"Boz, when I was on the verge of death in Afghanistan, I was extremely desperate and my world was dark."

"At that time, a model of the Ark reactor appeared in front of my eyes, and your voice rang in my ears!"

"It was your voice and the model of the Ark reactor that gave me hope of living again."

Tony Stark paused for a moment and grabbed Botz's hand.

With a serious expression, he placed Botz's hand on the Ark Reactor on his chest and said, "Botz, you and the Ark Reactor have extended my life. You are both an inseparable part of my life."

"The Ark Reactor is the most precious legacy my father left to me, and you are the treasure God has given me that is even more precious than this legacy."

"Boz, be my girlfriend, and let's create a new Stark Industries together."

"Boz, today's confession is very simple. I didn't prepare any gifts. Two months later, at the new Stark Industries, I will make up for this missing regret for you."

After listening to Tony Stark's words.

Poz's face was filled with happiness, his eyes were hazy, and a layer of mist rose up.

She nodded slightly, and then buried her head in Tony Stark's arms very shyly.

This is what she has always wanted.

All these years of waiting were finally not in vain.

Tony Stark said exactly the answer she wanted all along.

A smile appeared on Tony Stark's lips, and he hugged Botz tightly in his arms.

Jake’s push didn’t seem to mean anything?

Hehe, it feels so good to hold Bozi. The smell is not the same as holding those young models.

It just seems that pool parties can no longer be held, and the dragon-slaying warriors eventually become evil dragons.

Tsk tsk tsk, I never thought that one day I, Tony Stark, would become a good man hanged from a tree.

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Cornell Presbyterian Hospital front entrance.

Nick Fury was wearing a black windbreaker. He raised his head slightly and looked very serious.

Nick Fury used his only remaining eye to examine the hospital in front of him.

Behind him stood a sexy beauty with a pale face and nervous eyes who looked very innocent.

The beauty exuded nervousness and anxiety all over her body, like a frightened little rabbit.

This beauty is none other than Natasha, the Black Widow, a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

But now she doesn't have the temperament of an agent at all, she looks more like an ordinary person.

"Alas~" Nick Fury frowned, sighed, and murmured in a low voice: "I hope Dr. Cornell, the director of the psychiatry department, can really help Black Widow's condition."

"I really don't want SHIELD to lose an excellent agent, but Black Widow in her current state can no longer stay in SHIELD."

"It would be a disservice to her to continue to stay, and it would be a disservice to SHIELD."

"According to the information reported by Coulson, Dr. Cornell was once Arthur's attending physician, and he also has some information about Arthur."

"I also hope that this time I can figure out how Arthur transformed into the clown?"

Nick Fury looked back at Black Widow, his tone was very cold, and ordered: "Natasha Romanoff, you must listen to the doctor in a moment! Otherwise..."

When Black Widow heard this, new emotions appeared on her pale face, her empty eyes were filled with fear, and her lips trembled as she said, "Yes! General!"

"Natasha, follow me!" Nick Fury couldn't help but shook his head and slowly walked into the hospital.

His eyes were full of complicated emotions. I admit that Nick Fury doesn't look like a good person, and sometimes he does things unscrupulously.

But no matter how bad I am, I am not like the perverted general in the red room. I still have a lot of humanity in me.

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Cornell Presbyterian Hospital.

Office of the Chief of Psychiatry.

Dr. Cornell, who was wearing a white coat, had a smile on his face. He looked at Nick Fury in front of him and asked, "Hi, I am Professor Cornell. What do you call me sir?"

"It's not convenient for me to reveal my name. I come from a special department. Just call me Director." Nick Fury looked at the doctor in front of him carefully and said in a very calm tone: "Doctor Cornell, can you smoke here?

"

"Smoking is prohibited in the hospital, but Mr. Director, you belong to a special department, and this department must be above all else!" Cornell pushed up his glasses, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and said with a smile: "For you, these rules are already acceptable.

Isn’t that true?”

Nick Fury lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said, "Can you tell me the story of Arthur? My men said that he had seen a doctor here and received your treatment."

Cornell smiled and said: "Director, there is nothing that cannot be said. You are the leader of a special agency. As long as you ask, I will tell you."

"I'm just curious, what happened to Arthur? Although he is sick, he is a good boy. Arthur shouldn't be able to do anything big!"

Cornell paused, opened the drawer, took out a thick piece of information, handed it over, and said: "Director, these are all information about Arthur."

Nick Fury reached out and took the information, but did not look at it immediately. Instead, he stared at Cornell quietly with his only single eye. After a long while, he said: "Professor Cornell is interested. I didn't expect you to be able to do it."

The information is preserved so well.”

"This information looks very clean, without any dust. Professor Cornell is really a confident person."

This chapter is not over yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading! "Mr. Professor, do you have anything to explain?" Nick Fury raised his finger. There was no trace of dust on his finger. It was very clean and said slowly.

: "I don't believe that every patient's information can be preserved very well here. This seems a bit unreasonable."

Hearing this, Cornell nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Mr. Director, you are right. I do value Arthur very much, because Arthur is not an ordinary patient. His information is very interesting. You can

take a look."

"Mr. Director, after reading this, you will understand why I care so much about it. It's really amazing."

When Nick Fury heard this, curiosity arose in his heart, and he quickly opened the information in his hand. As soon as he opened the information, he only glanced at it.

Nick Fury quickly closed it. He stretched out his hand to rub his head, took two rapid breaths, and said: "What is this? I just took a glance and felt dizzy. Countless information hit my brain."

."

"Those crazy words and crazy pictures don't look like they could have been written by a human being."

After hearing this, Cornell stretched out his hand, snapped his fingers, and said with a smile: "That's right, Mr. Director, this is what I care about most about Arthur. It's really extraordinary to be able to create something like this."

"Create something like this? What do you mean?" Nick Fury frowned and asked in confusion: "What on earth is this?"

Cornell took a deep breath and said: "Mr. Director, this is a biography of Arthur's life, a biography he wrote for himself."

"This is a work he composed. When I first chatted with Arthur, he said that he was quite a writer and that he was fed up with being a clown in the circus."

"He doesn't want to be laughed at. One day he will write a real work, a great work. After finishing writing, he will give this work to me."

Cornell paused and continued: "Director, the first part of this information is Arthur's work, and the second part is information about Arthur's condition, information about every major change."

"I am sure that Arthur has been cured by me. He no longer has any mental illness. He is a normal person."

"What's the picture in this?" Nick Fury asked in a low voice.

Cornell frowned, with a smile on his lips, and said: "Director, based on my many years of experience, those pictures are Arthur's spiritual world and his understanding of the world."

"However, I don't dare to look too deeply. His idea is a bit too bizarre."

"Director, I suggest you not to read it. If you take the content inside as true, I'm afraid you will have a nervous breakdown after reading it."

"I only saw part of it and I couldn't stand it anymore."

Listen to what Cornell has to say.

When Nick Fury heard this, a smile appeared on his lips, and he said slowly: "Professor Cornell, after listening to what you said, I am more interested."

After that, Nick Fury opened the document again. He resisted dizziness and nausea, and looked at Arthur's very sloppy and messy handwriting, and the hand that didn't look like a human being at all.

Graffiti works.

Nick Fury has a hunch that after reading this work, he will have a deeper understanding of Arthur, and he will also be able to better understand what the spiritual core of the Joker is?

Only by figuring this out can he ban the next clown from appearing.

But Nick Fury also felt a sense of fear in his heart. Black Widow's current appearance is because of her exploration of the Joker.

Now she has lost her adult self-awareness and turned into a teenage girl.

No, not into a teenage girl, but into a bunch.

She fell into her darkest and saddest memories, thinking of herself as her former companions.

Every time he wakes up, he is not the same person, and every time he wakes up, he behaves very strangely.

From time to time, an extremely crazy and terrifying smile will appear on Black Widow's face, which looks very much like a clown.

When he sees that smile, Nick Fury will feel chills on his back and his hairs will burst. He is very afraid that Black Widow will turn into the Joker.

He also didn't know whether Black Widow was in the process of transforming into the Joker, or whether she had already become the Joker and had not woken up.

The information in his hands now is very heavy for Nick Fury, like an unopened Pandora's box. He doesn't know what will be inside?

Is it hope or despair.

Will he become a clown himself?

With huge doubts, Nick Fury devoted himself to reading.

"Hey, hello friend, my name is Arthur!

By the time you read this, I have been dead for a long time. Yes, I was already dead when I was writing this.

Yes, sir, you heard it right, this is something written by a dead man.

Sir, don't be afraid, don't panic, don't be afraid, because those are meaningless... In your eyes, a dead person may be a dead person, but in my eyes, a dead person may also be a living person.

Well, you may think I'm crazy, but I'm really not crazy at all, at least not yet, I'm still sane.

No, I'm not crazy, I just saw something I couldn't see... It was late at night, I came home from get off work from the circus as usual, and under the street light, I saw "him!"

"He" laughed crazily and said that I would become "him". I was stunned. I looked at "him" as if I were looking in a mirror.

He has a face... exactly like mine!

Sir, I really didn't lie to you.

I'm sure I'm not looking in the mirror, but he looks exactly like me.

This is so weird, really weird.

He reminded me of a story, but unfortunately I can't remember the story clearly. This is probably what it meant.

In this world, each of us has a peer who looks exactly like you, but you will not see him.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Because he lives in a place you can't see, he and you live in different latitudes, but he is you.

This is a story told by a scientist... But I forgot who the scientist was... I can't go on, he's here!

he came!

He's coming over!

I disappeared, and I came to a dark place... It's very dark here, and I'm very scared!

Sir, there is no road here, there is no road to the outside world!

Help me...I don't want to be stuck here...I really don't want to be stuck here...

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Darkness, unparalleled darkness, I am surrounded by darkness, and my spirit has become accustomed to this darkness.

But my body can't get used to it. I feel like I'm going to die... There's nothing to eat or drink here... I'm very weak...

There was a strange sound coming out, it seemed like he was talking to me, yes he was talking to me!

He said that he is the real me, I am his peer, and he wants to take back his body!

No, this is absolutely impossible!

I am the real Arthur, he is the fake Arthur.

But no one can hear me, no one can hear my voice, it's too dark here... Gradually, I seem to have really become his peer, I can see him, but others can't see me.

Am I dead?

According to common sense, I should be dead, but I am obviously alive and well.

This is so strange, this is something I can't understand.

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Well, sir, everything I said above is all false and I made it all up.

I just want to write a piece of work. I want to prove that I am an excellent artist and that I am not a clown.

Happy, I believe this book will be a big seller!

I stretched myself hard and walked out of the house very happily.

Hey, why is there someone under the streetlight at the door?

"He" looked exactly like me, and "he" showed me a very crazy smile, "Arthur, come on...come to me..."

It turns out that all of this is true..."