Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Sometimes unraveling is like trying to unravel two tangled balls of yarn.

You think you have found a thread, and you can start to unravel the yarn ball from this thread little by little, but in the end there is often only one result. You find that the yarn is in a dead knot, so you go back down the road, only to find a second thread at the beginning.

So, do you want to keep checking?

Tony stood up from the sofa and touched his bald head. He looked happy with his new look. He clapped his hands, and Jarvis immediately projected three things in his living room.

"Well, Strange, if your memory is correct, it's clear from what you've told that Wanda was under the control of someone. And you think she was treating you when she sent you back. Say something, but you can't hear it."

He was summarizing, waving his right hand, and Wanda's bust immediately appeared in front of him, along with a series of contents such as character profile, age and psychological condition.

However, these are not the point. Tony thoughtfully took a pen from his desk and put it in his mouth, biting his back molars and thinking, "Why does she think she has a child...?"

"I mean, I know she had a lot of stimulation as a child - why are you two looking at me like that?"

He Shenyan and Strange looked at each other, and the mage turned around and shrugged: "What do you think?"

"...I'll admit that the weapon was made by Stark Industries, but that's all over the place, okay?"

Tony touched his bald head again and sighed: "I admit I was a jerk earlier, but... let's get back to the point. Why does she think she has a child?"

Strange leaned back on the sofa and made himself a mango smoothie. As he stuffed the delicious dessert into his mouth, he mumbled, "What's the premise of having kids, Tony?"

"marry?"

"Do not."

He Shenyan interrupted him: "It's the idea of ​​having children-some people would rather be a DINK when they get married, don't they? The Wanda we know didn't even want to have feelings for anyone, did he? So , the top priority is to find the robot that married her."

"That's the Ultron plan proposed by you and Banner, Tony."

The bald Tony Stark touched the back of his head again, and this time, he frowned with a serious expression: "The Ultron plan was rejected by the internal meeting of the alliance even in its infancy, and Banner and I did not at all. It wasn't officially made."

"That droid is called Vision, Tony." Strange kacha munched on a smoothie. "Vision—that's an interesting word, don't you think?"

Interesting indeed.

He Shenyan stroked his chin thoughtfully, hallucinating. Can be translated as vision, vision, dream, vision, imagination. And if it is called a vision as a person's name, then there will be an additional layer of medical explanation.

Visions... can be common or bizarre, more common in schizophrenia.

He and Tony apparently both thought about it.

The fat version of Breaking Bad, the bald version of Tony Stark immediately shouted: "Jarvis, call me the psychological evaluation test before Wanda disappeared."

"Retrieving data, please wait, sir. Ms. Wanda's psychological assessment test data is stored in the S.H.I.E.L.D. database. I need a minute to retrieve it."

During the one-minute wait, Strange asked in surprise: "Why does she need a psychological assessment test? Isn't this thing only done for those with mental problems? S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't force everyone to do it."

"Why do you think her mental state will be fine?"

Tony picked up the glass blankly and poured himself a glass of gin, raised his hand, clicked He Shenyan, and then clicked on himself: "Every one of us has some problems with our mental state,

Strange. Nobody is normal. "

"Take me as an example. I'm mean, talkative, often intellectually superior to people, and don't give a damn about other people's feelings. I'll talk to any pretty woman before I tell Pepper. Go to bed without her. Because deep down in my heart, I don't think I deserve her."

"Also, I take her too seriously. I don't dare to take responsibility for her, I don't think I can be a husband and a father... Of course, these are all in the past."

Tony Yundan took a light sip of wine, and Jarvis revealed Wanda's psychological assessment test. Strange didn't look at it, but asked with great interest, "So what? Can you take him as an example?"

"It's up to him if he wants to."

"Tell me, Tony. I actually want to know what kind of person I am in your eyes." He Shenyan said calmly.

Tony looked at him for a while before laughing. He moved a chair and sat in front of the two of them. He didn't speak immediately, but sighed first.

"You know, He, I used to be afraid of you."

"Oh?"

"The first time I met you was in the S.H.I.E.L.D. investigation report. Not long after I finished dealing with Obadiah, Nick Fury approached me and said he wanted to form an alliance. He was the first to give The person I referred was you. But your profile kept me awake at night."

Tony put down the wine glass in his hand with a complicated look.

"I can't understand - if I had been through what you've been through, I'd be insane, but you haven't."

"That's why you're afraid of me?"

"Do not."

Tony denied it, pursed his lips and said, "Because I saw what you did to those cultists, I started...studying you, frankly, ho. For seven full months I've been Research everything you do, the stuff you report to S.H.I.E.L.D.. They give me total sleeplessness."

"Maybe I shouldn't work with Nick Fury..." He Shenyan said with a smile. "However, considering that the bastard has already sacrificed, I will not pursue his negligence in confidentiality."

"After all, you want S.H.I.E.L.D. and S.I.E.L.D. to provide you with information on various supernatural events around the world... In short, during those seven months, I still couldn't understand you."

He pursed his lips tightly: "Nietzsche said, those who fight monsters, beware of becoming monsters. Those who stare at the abyss, remember that the abyss is also staring back. You have walked in the darkness of human nature for so long, I It's hard not to be afraid that you will suddenly lose control one day...but after we met, I realized that my nervousness was unnecessary."

"Why?" He Shenyan asked.

"Because you're perfectly normal." Tony nodded. "But that raises another question - how can you be completely normal? I've been thinking about it for the next few years, and then I finally have an answer."

"Because you always have a sense of alienation, Ho."

"Feeling apart?"

"Yeah, you probably didn't realize it, but we all saw clearly..." Tony turned to Strange. "If you don't believe me, you can ask him."

He Shenyan looked at Strange with probing eyes, and the latter nodded lightly at him.

"You've always felt a sense of alienation from the world, ho. I'm not saying you don't consider us friends, in fact, there's no better friend in the world than you. I mean it, of course, if you still I'm going to have a movie night and I'm taking that title back."

"How did movie night provoke you?"

He Shenyan asked seemingly puzzled, and even drew Strange's approval: "Yeah, Tony, you can't blame movie night for running slow! You could have run away if you weren't in the bar. If he hooks up with those female college students, Jason won't catch you at all!"

"..."

Tony rolled his eyes: "Anyway, I just wanted to say that I'm glad to see your sense of alienation disappear."

"that's it?"

He Shenyan spread his hands: "Aren't you going to call me a legal serial killer like those SHIELD officials, a psychopath? Weren't you scared to sleep for seven months by the way I killed the cultists? ?"

"I don't care how many bastards die, and, when did I get scared to sleep by you?"

"Didn't you just say that yourself?"

"..."

Tony raised his hand to cover his face, and a dull voice came from under his palm: "Jarvis, start playing Wanda's psychological assessment test."

The projection starts to change.

This is a very relaxing room furnished.

The warm-colored curtains were drawn, and the warm sunlight shone through the windows. The beanbag replaced the chair, and there was not much furniture. A woman sat on the beanbag on the left, looking at the ceiling with a disappointed expression.

Wanda Django Maximoff, Scarlet Witch, a member of the Avengers.

She is undergoing a psychological evaluation.

"Can I go, doctor?" she asked in a hopeful voice.

The doctor didn't show his face. From the camera's point of view, he was probably also sitting on the beanbag with one of the Wanda members. His voice sounded soft and professional: "I'm afraid not yet, Ms. Wanda."

"S.H.I.E.L.D. paid me $120,000 to evaluate your psychological test, and you walked in here less than five minutes ago, and we didn't even take the first one."

Wanda turned her face to the side, her brown hair scattered behind her head, and she smiled bitterly: "I have a wizard seminar to attend tonight, doctor. This time it's hosted by He, do you know him? That black-robed mage, I Can't miss it."

The doctor seemed to nod, and the camera panned up and down. He said: "Of course I know, but I'm afraid I won't let you go unless you complete this test, Ms Wanda."

"..."

Wanda sighed. "Okay, what do you want to ask? God, who the hell suggested that we have to do a psychological evaluation too?"

The doctor didn't answer her question, but lowered his head and glanced at the notepad he was holding in his hand. The camera's perspective changed again. He Shenyan, Strange and Tony could clearly see his There is nothing on the notepad.

"Um... ok, first question, Ms. Wanda. Have you been sleeping a lot lately?"

"No." Wanda denied immediately. "I've always slept well."

"Really? But your roommate, Ms. Romanoff, says she's been hearing your screams in the middle of the night lately."

"...I'm watching a horror movie." She was still stubborn. "Maybe she heard the screams of the heroines of horror movies."

The doctor let out a noncommittal groan, then lowered his head and wrote a line in the notebook: "Patients are extremely stressed, have nightmares, and even scream. This often happens."

"Okay, so next question, Ms. Wanda. Have you had an appetite lately?"

"I've been losing weight recently."

Wanda licked her lips: "I... don't really want to eat."

The doctor put down the pen helplessly, and he gently persuaded: "Okay, Ms. Wanda. If you are so wary of me, our test will not be completed successfully. You see, I am just an ordinary psychological Doctor, I don't have any superpowers. But like you superheroes, I have my job."

"You save innocent and good people, save the world, and save me. And my job is to keep you in a normal state of mind and live a good life. Superheroes are people, aren't they? You also have moments of depression, I want you to speak up about your problem and we're going to work on it instead of talking to me in a confrontational manner."

He followed suit: "Can you please support my work?"

Wanda was silent for a while, then finally gave in. She pursed her lips and sighed: "Okay. But I hope you can turn off the camera, doctor, I don't really want this to be known to the SHIELD people."

Then, the screen ends here.

"What?!"

Tony slapped his marble table angrily, and the reaction force made his palm hurt: "This is gone? We just saw the highlight! Jarvis, is there anything else?"

"Sir, this is the only video that remains. But I also have an evaluation form that Woolf Pyne didn't submit and left on my computer, do you need it?"

"Show it so we can see, thank you, Jarvis," Strange said.

"Okay, Doctor."

The projection changed again, and a form appeared in front of them. There are a number of assessment scales for psychological conditions, ranging from green to red, representing normal to severe. And this signed Wanda Django Maximoff...

Eight assessment options, all in red.

Here are a few more words about Dr. Woolf Pyne's orders: "Unfortunately, I'm afraid we can't have any positive impact on Ms. Wanda. She's hurt so badly I've never seen her She has experienced such a broken person. But she doesn't realize it, maybe the black-robed mage can do something?"

He crossed it out, then wrote below: "God bless her, there's nothing I can do."

He Shenyan looked at the evaluation form with an intriguing expression for a while.

What is... I will be able to help her? I'm not a professional psychiatrist, what is this guy named Woolf Pyne doing?

Tony sighed: "Find Woolf Pine, Jarvis, and see where this doctor is now."

"Wait a minute...retrieved, sir. But you probably won't like the results. Dr. Woolf Pyne died four years ago and is nearing death. He is buried in Castle Rock Cemetery, Maine. . At the age of seventy-four."

"May he rest in peace."

He Shenyan said softly, then stood up from the sofa. Finally finished his mango smoothie. After stretching, he opened a portal, and behind it was the gate of Castle Rock Cemetery: "Okay, it looks like we have to visit him."

Tony grabbed a coat, Maine is not warm, even in summer, the average temperature is seventeen degrees. He took the lead through the portal to Castle Rock Cemetery, with a small river and desolate woods in the distance. The heavy iron door in front of him opened automatically without wind, and the bearings made a harsh noise due to dry rust.

They walked in. Although the gate was worn out, the inside was very clean. The stone aisle was swept clean, and flowers were offered in every cemetery, and it seemed that people often came to worship.

Tony zipped up his jacket and raised the collar again, and his reaction drew a strange look from Strange. Ma Lian Mage asked very puzzled: "You wouldn't be so timid, would you, Tony?"

"I'm just a little cold." Tony sniffed. "Don't talk nonsense, Strange."

Digging deeper, they found Woolf Pyne's name in front of a smaller tombstone. There is a cross on the top of his tombstone, and it seems that he must have been a Christian or a Protestant when he was alive. The inscription has only three lines.

"Wolf Pyne."

"1959-2033."

"A good father, a good husband, a trustworthy and honest man, may he rest in peace."

They stared at the tombstone, and no one spoke for a while. Until Tony said, "He, although I know it's stupid to ask, are you really going to call him up?"

"Call him up? Why do you think so?" He Shenyan asked in surprise.

"...Aren't you going to wake him up with some sort of undead resurrection spell?"

Tony frowned: "Otherwise how are you going to talk to the dead?"

"Of course not, why should I disturb his sleep?"

A blue light lit up on He Shenyan's right hand, and he held a bunch of flowers in his hand. The mage closed his eyes, and Tony suddenly smelled the breath of green grass, which was very strong. His perception was stretched for a moment, and he could even hear the salsa of the wind blowing through the leaves, which made him close his eyes involuntarily.

When it was opened again, the bouquet was already leaning against Woolf Pyne's tombstone.

"What did you do?" Tony asked.

"A little knowledge, Tony." He Shenyan looked at him and said. "I killed all the devils in hell and all the angels in heaven, so people's souls will sleep in their bodies."

He shrugged, "Like I said, I just came to visit him."