In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 34: The young bird hero (Part 1)

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

"But you shouldn't come to me about this." Schiller continued.

Stark covered his forehead in distress, and said: "Because of the good things you have done, Pepper has received thousands of employee complaints in the past few days, and she has to redo the entire employee welfare system. Do not hand it over."

"Actually, that's not the point." Schiller said: "If you want to talk, she is 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 my decision will bring to her, I know I'm a **** selfish, I know, she has helped me enough, I know I shouldn't do it, but I have no choice."

Schiller spread out the notebook at 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 weapon 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 that ghost place in Afghanistan? Or do you think that a bullet is produced, Its lifelong ideal is to kill others on the battlefield?"

Stark sat opposite in silence, and he said with some weakness: "I admit, I blame all this on the weapon because I know that I am the culprit, but I can't judge me. myself."

"But I also know, Mr. Stark, that you can't judge yourself, not because you want to survive, but because you think you have the ability to make up for all this. When there is any crisis, only 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 bluntly say, have you ever thought that it is actually 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 may not be right or wrong. You should know better than me that the world is not black and white. You found this thing you think you should be responsible for, and it didn't make the whole thing better. Do 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 facial features were almost wrinkled together. If the transformation of Spider-Man is like a grand firework, then Stark's transformation may be an endgame. The inward collapse of the last star.

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 I can't stop thinking about right and wrong," Stark said.

"Well, if this is the case, then your brain has to be 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 achieve what you want without hurting those around you? This is the answer he should give you, because it is what makes you so miserable .”

Stark didn't feel any better. He leaned back on his chair and said, "Look, I'm an idiot. I hired a devil doctor, a satanist, for $1 million an hour. ..."

"Your **** 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, you will understand later..."

"Thinking will bring pain, no one can avoid it, give you 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 so boldly, 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 you mom when they are in pain."

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

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

Schiller said: "Perhaps because of this, you make mechas for yourself. You wear that iron shell wherever you go. You feel that only it can protect you. Only by wearing it can you He is the most powerful 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 had thought about it before. Stark and Batman are really similar. Their growth experiences and educational backgrounds are all strangely similar, and when they face certain problems, the methods they choose are also strange. Consistent——

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

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 handwrite the case for you."

Stark narrowed his eyes and said, "Did you write down what 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 damned 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 dilapidated place. Make a breakfast."

"Yeah, and then Miss Pepper was working overtime alone in the Stark Tower, the employees had already left, the building was dark and cold... oh, Jarvis might be with her, I hear It is said that Jarvis 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 helped him open the door of the clinic 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. The excess sense of responsibility will not 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 was wearing a strong smell. The smell of smoke made Stark uncomfortable, but he went up and found a seat to sit down.

Thanks to Schiller's 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 got in. .

"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 man. Years of frustrated bereaved dogs.

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 in the back seat, Put your hands on your knees and cover your 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 and 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 an eagle returning to the nest, 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, waiting for the elevator door As soon as it 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 shouted.

All he could answer was the echoes in the office. Stark slammed the glass door next to him and shouted: "Jarvis? Are you there? Jarvis, where are you going?" Already?"

There was also silence in response to him.

Now Stark is really panicking. If Jarvis doesn't respond to him, it means that he is very likely to be hijacked or cut off his energy source. If someone really did this, then their target must be Pe Pepper~IndoMTL.com~ 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 capabilities, and 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 the mecha, but without Jarvis, the mecha's smart remote control would not respond.

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

His voice was a little trembling, and he began to rummage on Pepper's desk in the dark, and he whispered as if trying to comfort himself: "Damn, she'll be fine... this is Stark Tower, No one can break through the defense here, I am Stark..."

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

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

She heard Stark keep chanting: "I knew you would be fine...Of course you will be fine..."

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

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