The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

"You said you were going to shut down Stark's weapons manufacturing division?" Schiller asked.

"But you shouldn't have come to me about this," Schiller went on.

Stark covered his forehead in distress, and said: "Because of the good deeds you have done, Pepper has received thousands of employee complaints in the past few days, and she has to redesign the entire employee benefit system, and she is very busy. "

"That's beside the point," Schiller said. "If you want to talk, she's always willing to listen."

Stark touched the bridge of his nose, but did not reply.

After a while, he said, "Well, I know how much pressure I'm going to put on her, I know I'm a goddamn selfish, I know, she's done enough for me, I know I It shouldn't be done, but I have no choice."

Schiller spread out the notebook in his hand, and he said while writing: "Let me think about it, what you want to do now is like a death sentence for a gun."

"But my weapons killed a lot of people."

"Weapons have no choice," Schiller said.

"Do you expect them all to be like Jarvis? They will talk and protest to you. Do you think they like going to the hell in Afghanistan? Or do you think that when a bullet is produced, its life The ideal is to go to the battlefield and kill others?"

Stark sat across from each other in silence, and he said a little weakly: "I admit, I blame all this on the weapon because I know that I am the culprit, but I can't judge myself."

"But I also know, Mr. Stark, you can't judge yourself, not because you want to survive, but because you think you have the ability to make up for it all. When there is any crisis, only you have this You have the ability to save the world, to turn the tide, and out of this sense of responsibility, you do these things."

"But let me tell you bluntly, have you ever thought that it is a rather arbitrary and reckless idea to find someone or something responsible for one thing and judge them?"

"But when something happens, there is always its root."

"But the root cause is not necessarily right or wrong. You should know better than me that the world is not black and white. You found this thing you think should be responsible, and it didn't make the whole thing better. You think weapons should be responsible. , so you want to shut down the entire arms manufacturing department, then keep Pepper out of sleep for a few nights, put many employees out of work, and even those in the field will not appreciate you."

"Is the pain caused by this kind of investigation really worth it?"

Stark was in pain, his entire facial features were almost wrinkled together. If the transformation of Spider-Man was like a grand firework, then Stark's transformation might be a final star event. Collapse inward.

Now Stark doesn't know what kind of dispute he will have with Steve over the same issue, thus destroying the entire Avengers.

"My brain tells me there's no way not to think about right and wrong," Stark said.

"Well, if that's the case, then your brain is responsible for this. It doesn't want to let you go, so you should go to trouble with it. This is the theory you insist on, isn't it?"

"Ask your brain, is there any way to get what you want without hurting those around you? That's the answer he should give you, because it's what's causing you so much pain."

Stark didn't feel any better, he leaned back on the chair and said, "Look, I'm an idiot, I hired a devil doctor, a Satan..."

"Your bloody psychiatry has never brought about any positive changes in me, and every time I step away from you, it just gets worse."

Stark said almost through gritted teeth.

Schiller rarely joked with him. He said: "You can use me as a catalyst, and you will understand later..."

"Thinking will bring pain. No one can avoid it. If you give me an injection in advance, you will be much better in the future. You will thank me."

Stark made a sign of the cross on his chest, and he said: "If you continue to speak out like this, you will almost surpass Howard's position in my heart."

"It's the first time I've heard you mention your father on your own initiative, but it's very strange. Most people prefer to call mom when they're in pain."

Stark thumped the table hard, he didn't want to admit that he brought up his father because he was uncomfortable.

He was not a chick in need of shelter, the eagle that flew away from the cliff and never came back, nor was he the person he should think of when he was in despair and pain.

Schiller said: "Perhaps because of this, you make mechas for yourself. Wherever you go, you wear that iron shell. You think that only it can protect you. Only when you wear it, you are the best. Mighty Iron Man.

"But I have to say, if you can't learn to take it off, you'll never be the real Iron Man."

Schiller thought about it before, Stark and Batman are really a bit alike, their growth experiences and educational backgrounds are all strangely similar, and when they face certain problems, the methods they choose are also surprisingly consistent— —

Make yourself a bunch of weapons that no one can make, and then arm them with them, thinking that you are so powerful, and then fall into a painful struggle when you find that this can't solve all problems.

Schiller was writing and drawing in his notebook, and Stark said, "What are you writing?"

"Steve's psychological consultation is temporarily over, so Natasha put the monitor back, and I have to write the case for you."

Stark narrowed his eyes and said, "Did you write down everything I just said?"

"I don't have anything else, but I remember the sentence you called Dad very clearly."

"Five million dollars."

Schiller threw the notebook directly in front of Stark. Stark picked up the lighter and lit it. He cursed in a low voice: "How could I believe in the evil of a damn vampire doctor?"

"It's getting late, you should go back, the quarrel with Miss Pepper cannot be resolved by you hiding outside," Schiller said.

Stark obviously didn't want to leave at all, he said: "That spider kid can live with you, why can't I? I don't even dislike your run-down place, and you are lucky enough to be a gift for the talented Stark." breakfast."

"Yeah, and then Miss Pepper was working overtime alone in the Stark Tower, the staff had already left, the building was dark and cold... oh, Jarvis might be with her, I heard Jarvis Si also has feelings, maybe he understands Miss Pepper's loss better than you."

Stark couldn't sit still immediately, he jumped up from the chair, put on his coat and said, "I won't be jealous with my smart butler, never."

Schiller opened the door for him and said, "Yes, of course, of course, God bless Jarvis."

After Stark left the clinic, he was in a bad mood, and various thoughts were in a mess in his mind.

He has long accepted the fact that geniuses are lonely, and he has lived like this for most of his life. He has always felt that he is living a good life, rich, smart, and has enough capital to realize the value of life, and has an excessive sense of responsibility. It doesn't make him feel distressed, but he has never felt that he needs company so much like today.

Rarely, he didn't call for his battle armor, and even turned off his mobile phone. He walked slowly across the street and came to the dilapidated bus stop sign. The driver of the last bus smelled heavily of cigarettes. , Xun Stark was very uncomfortable, but he still walked up and found a seat to sit down.

Thanks to Schiller's fierce reputation, no one in the nearby neighborhood dared to mess around. Stark safely took the bus and left Hell's Kitchen. On the streets of New York, he stopped a taxi and sat in it.

"Stark Tower," Stark said.

The driver glanced at him from the rearview mirror. He didn't realize that this was the owner of the Stark Group. After all, Stark was always in good spirits when he was on TV, but now, he looks more like a middle-aged frustrated man. Lost dog.

The taxi drove Stark through the icy neon lights of New York, and the street scene quickly reversed in sight. The jazz music played on the taxi matched the late autumn in New York. Stark sat on the back seat with his hands on on his knees, covering his face.

He thought to himself, well, well, I'm such a fragile little boy, I'm not a big hero at all, I just want to meet Pepper now, give her a hug, and save the world to hell.

Stark has never been willing to admit his naivety, he prefers to call it innocence, the innocence that belongs only to geniuses.

But I have to admit that in everyone's life, there must be someone who plays such a role, like a homing eagle, sheltering the chicks under its wings.

Pepper is just an ordinary person, not an eagle or a bird of prey, but when Stark, a baby bird that is waiting to be fed, feels cold, he still wants to get under her feathers.

After getting out of the car, Stark almost couldn't wait to rush to the building. He knew that the office on the top floor must still be lit, and Pepper would work there until late at night.

Stark ran to the elevator quickly, he didn't know what was wrong with him, like a fledgling boy, he rubbed his hands nervously in the elevator, kept walking in place, and waited until the elevator door opened, He rushed out quickly.

He wanted to say something to Pepper, and he should have said something.

But there were no lights on the entire floor, Stark turned around in a circle, and he couldn't see any office with lights on, which was very abnormal.

"Pepper, Pepper, are you there?" Stark called out.

But the only answer to him was the layer upon layer of echoes in the office. Stark hammered the glass door next to him fiercely, and then shouted: "Jarvis? Are you there? Jarvis, where have you been?"

His response was also silence.

Now Stark is really panicking. If Jarvis doesn't respond to him, it means that he is likely to be hijacked or cut off his energy source. If someone really did this, then their target must be Pepper.

Stark ran quickly in the office, and he ran to the office that Pepper often used.

But Stark without a mecha is just an ordinary person without night vision. If Jarvis doesn't respond, the smart lighting system in his entire office will not light up.

As soon as Stark rushed in, he tripped over an overturned office chair. After he got up, he found that he couldn't see his surroundings clearly, let alone check any details.

He opened his mouth to call mecha, but without Jarvis, the mecha's smart remote control would not respond.

Stark really broke down a bit. He suddenly discovered that all the things he thought he was in control of actually didn't belong to him. After losing that shell, Iron Man is just a man who can't see in the dark. ordinary people.

His voice was a little trembling, and he began to rummage on Pepper's desk in the dark. He whispered as if trying to comfort himself: "Damn, she will be fine... This is Stark Tower, no one can Break through the defense here, I'm Stark..."

Suddenly, the lights on the whole floor came on, and Stark was dazzled. He covered his eyes and turned around, and found that Pepper appeared at the door of the office with a remote control, and Stark stayed where he was.

Before Pepper could speak, Stark rushed up and hugged her. Pepper had never seen such a panicked Stark.

She heard Stark keep saying, "I knew you'd be fine...Of course you'll be fine..."

Pepper sighed, this fledgling who was almost bigger than an eagle, he was so hideous, yet so irresistible.

Now turn back the clock a little bit, back to the time when Stark had just left the clinic and Schiller got a call from Pepper.