The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Compared to Gotham, it doesn't rain often in New York, and the weather here is always fair, but there are always a few exceptions throughout the year.

On this day, before dawn, a drizzle began to fall over New York.

This is not good news for the people of Hell's Kitchen. As the largest slum in Manhattan, it does not enjoy any municipal benefits. There are no diligent street sweepers. The rain will only make the streets more muddy. If you don't want your sneakers Scrapped, you can only wear heavy rain boots.

The smell of garbage and dust will be more obvious in this weather. Schiller closed the windows on the first floor, and there are always a few drunks vomiting there in his back street, and the smell is unbearable.

suddenly. There was a crisp ringing of the doorbell, and Schiller glanced at his watch. It was 6:30 in the morning, which was too early even in fast-paced New York.

Schiller went downstairs, and he saw a tall man with blond hair and blue eyes staring at the calendar on his bar.

Schiller said: "It seems that Natasha really made an appointment for me with a terrific person. People who get up before 7 o'clock in this year are really rare."

The man said: "So I'm very lucky to have found a fellow friend here."

Schiller took out the file that Natasha sent last night. He looked at the photos on the file, then looked up and down the man, and said, "Steve Rogers, there is no appointment time for you from S.H.I.E.L.D. Cap, they're so generous, it looks like you have a serious problem."

Steve shrugged, "They thought everything was serious, including me running out without breakfast."

Schiller knocked on the table to signal him to sit down, and he said: "Then your decision is correct, maybe the people from S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't tell you, if you happen to come at the meal time, I don't mind treating you to a meal. "

Steve smiled, his handsome face was handsome and hearty.

Schiller made an American breakfast of toast, fried bacon, two sausages, two large hash browns, and two cups of coffee.

Steve wasn't actually hungry, but the smell of breakfast was so delicious, he picked up the bread and asked, "Is there any butter, please?"

Schiller looked at him quite unexpectedly, and said, "Oh, there's only strawberry jam."

Then he looked Steve up and down and said, "Looks like you're old fashioned, not many people butter their bread these days."

Steve said, "It's okay, it's just that I'm not used to having such a sweet jam for breakfast."

"Then here's some sauce for you, I made it myself."

Schiller pulls out a jar and hands it to Steve.

Steve took another look at the coffee cup, which was roughly the size of a bottle cap, and the strong espresso inside, and said, "I'm sorry, but can I have an Americano?"

"Americano? Actually, you can just ask for my glass of water." Schiller said.

On the other side, Natasha, who was listening, said into the walkie-talkie: "The surveillance subject calls American coffee dirty water, and suspects it may be of Italian origin..."

Steve wasn't angry, he just waved his hand and said, "Hey, don't say that, I just think enrichment is bad for the heart."

Before he finished speaking, Schiller drank two cups of espresso and took a big bite of chocolate, the symbiote humming happily in his head.

Schiller sits across from Steve, and the two begin to have breakfast together.

"At first Nick told me that I was asked to come to the slums to find a psychiatrist. I didn't understand. Isn't SHIELD's own doctor not good enough?" Steve said.

"But now, I find that the atmosphere here is much better than those white and dazzling psychological counseling rooms of S.H.I.E.L.D.."

"It's more like a courtroom than a counseling room."

"Who will judge you?" Schiller asked. "Trial Captain America?"

Steve smiled helplessly, and said, "That's all old history, including myself."

"I think S.H.I.E.L.D. would really like you to go to their own psychological counseling room, but I'm afraid they know that it can't solve your problems there."

Schiller put down his fork and said, "Did you come from the street outside? What do you think of this place? I mean, this ghetto."

Steve pursed his lips and said, "I don't know how to describe it, it's scary here because nothing has changed here."

"It was the same in the slums back in my day, dirty, smelly gutters, full of drunken vomit, dead drunks leaning on building corners, gangsters couldn't get a dime out of their pockets Son, even children are habitually touching people's pockets and never learn it well."

"Many years have passed, and it's still the same here, nothing has changed."

"What kind of changes do you think should have taken place over the past few decades?" Schiller asked after biting a bite of bread.

Steve spread his hands and said, "Even if we can't eradicate slums, we should make them smaller or better off."

Schiller shook his head and said, "You won the war, Captain America, you did win the gang, we won, and the just war has been over for many years."

"You think that victory should bring many benefits, such as a more prosperous society, a better life for people, and you are willing to fight to the last moment for those who suffer, and you do."

Schiller shook his head slightly, and said: "After decades, when you wake up again, you find that this world is not like this, and it has not become what you envisioned before you died. The world without the blackness is also not Instead of white, it turns gray, a color you can't read."

Steve pursed his lips and looked a little silent, Schiller said: "I know your problem is not what S.H.I.E.L.D. thinks, sleeping for too long, out of touch with society, not knowing how to use mobile phones, liking to listen to the radio, working and resting. Little things like that, too regular."

"For Captain America, as long as he wants to learn, there is no tool in modern society that he can't learn."

"If he can't learn it, it's only because he doesn't want to learn it."

"You are resisting this era, unwilling to accept it, unwilling to accept the fact that the results of your hard work are not as good as you expected."

Steve said with some bitterness: "I have tried my best, even if the result is not good enough, I am trying to accept it. But the saddest thing for me is that during the war, if people have a bad life, then I will go to Beat my enemies, no matter what the price, I will defeat them, but now, people are living a bad life, and I don't know who the opponent is."

"Perhaps you have ever thought that your time is over, so is your time being responsible for people, and you don't need to be a war machine anymore."

"Then what am I supposed to do? I'm supposed to be doing something?"

Schiller said: "Captain America, you are so compassionate, so even if I suggest you pursue your own hobbies, such as drawing comics and playing sports, you will not let go of the suffering of these people and just focus on it." Enjoy yourself, you are not such a person, so I will not give you such useless advice."

"I believe the psychiatrist from S.H.I.E.L.D. told you that too? Is there anyone in this world who can't enjoy life? They think so from the bottom of their hearts. They think that if they are like you, they will fly away at once. I went on vacation in Hawaii, and S.H.I.E.L.D. paid for it anyway.”

"Ordinary people can't understand your excessive sympathy and sense of responsibility, and of course you don't have to worry about their ignorance."

Steve took it very seriously, he felt that someone finally understood him, and he complained, "They think I have a lot of things to do, such as exercising, watching movies, and playing video games, but the things I want to do Not that. I resisted, and they thought I was too outdated to play these things."

"But maybe you can change your way of thinking and don't seek understanding from ordinary people. The world is so big, you are not a good person in this era, but there are good people in every era, you can go to them, and these people have saved people like you. Only those who have lived the world, or are saving the world, will understand you."

Schiller said: "Besides, good people in this era are not without trouble. They don't live as long as you, and they don't have as much experience as you. They may have power, but they don't know how to use it. They may have a passion. But it lacks skill, and it may be scattered and not united."

"You can go and find these people. Your era has passed, but the earth is still going to turn, and there are still people who continue to fight to save the world, don't they?"

Steve sighed and said, "I'm just a veteran who is outdated but unwilling to go to the front line. You are right, doctor, it is time for those recruits to go to the battlefield."

"But I have some doubts, can I really help? After all, it seems that the rules of this world are completely different from those in war."

"There is someone here that I must recommend to you. He is a lucky boy, and his experience is very similar to yours. He was just an otaku who was bullied in school. Suddenly, one day, he gained great power. Jumping up and down in the city without doing anything serious."

"You know how dangerous it is to suddenly gain enormous power. It's no exaggeration to say that his power is still growing, and dozens of well-trained special forces may not be his opponent."

Steve couldn't sit still immediately, he said: "Indeed, after I just received the transformation, I couldn't control my strength, and I accidentally injured two medical staff. Where is he now? Where is he?" Hospital?"

"He's still in school now, he's nearing his final exams and studying for it."

"My God, how is he still in school?"

He patted the table angrily, and said to the monitoring device on the table, ""Hey, Nick, what did you do? How can a reformed warrior stay in school? If he can't control his strength, how many people will be injured? "

Steve stood up, and Schiller waved his hand at him and said, "I told you, he is a lucky kid. He is different from you. He is not a drug-modified person, but a special mutation. His Power builds up gradually, rather than becoming uncontrollable all at once."

"I mean, this kind of adolescent guy, you know, is arrogant and sensitive, impulsive and timid. Someone needs to teach him well, and it is best to let him see the dangers of society."

Steve squeezed his fists and said: "Indeed, I have seen a lot of recruits like this. They want to rush to the battlefield with enthusiasm, and when they see bombs and grenades, they are frightened and scream. They are still far away. Woolen cloth."

Schiller said: "It is estimated that he will finish the exam tomorrow night, and he will definitely come out to wander. You can stop him and beat him up. Don't worry, he has a strong ability to mutate, so getting a beating is not a big deal."

Steve was even gearing up, which reminded him of the days on the battlefield, those young recruits were yelled at by the captain one by one, watching the recruits suffer was one of the few times in his military career, let him Feel relaxed and happy moments.

Writer's Theater:

Schiller: I drink coffee only from espresso

Natasha: He's definitely not American!

Schiller: I only eat dumplings with strawberry jam

Natasha: He is definitely not Chinese!

Schiller: I only drink Fukushima mineral water

Natasha: He is definitely not from Earth!