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

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

Stark covered his forehead with some distress, and said: "Just because of the good things you have done, Pepper has received thousands of employee complaints in the past few days, and she has to reformulate the entire employee welfare system, and she is very busy." ”

"That's not the point." "If you want to talk, she's always willing to listen," Schiller said. ”

Stark touched the bridge of his nose and didn't reply.

After a while, he said, "Well, I know how much stress my decision is going to put on her, I know I'm a goddamn selfish ghost, I know she's helped me enough, I know I shouldn't, but I don't have a choice." ”

Schiller spread out the notebook in his hand, and he said as he wrote: "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."

"There is no choice for weapons." Schiller said.

"Do you expect them to all be like Jarvis? Will open their mouths to talk, will protest to you, do you think they enjoy going to that hellish place in Afghanistan? Or do you think that when a bullet is produced, its lifelong dream is to go and kill people on the battlefield? ”

Stark sat across from him in silence, and he said a little fragilely, "I admit that 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 all this, and when there is a crisis, only you have the ability to save the world, to turn the tide, out of this sense of responsibility, you have done these things."

"But I say bluntly, have you ever thought that it is quite arbitrary and reckless to find a person or thing responsible for a matter and judge them?"

"But when a thing happens, there is always its root."

"But the root cause is not necessarily right or wrong, you should know better than I do that the world is not black and white, you found this thing that you think you should be responsible for, and it doesn't make the whole thing a little better, you feel that the weapon should be responsible, so you want to shut down the entire weapons manufacturing department, and then let Pepper not sleep for a few nights, so that many employees lose their jobs, and even those people on the battlefield will not be grateful to you."

"Is it really worth the pain of getting to the bottom of it?"

Stark was in pain, his entire facial features were almost wrinkled together, if Spider-Man's transformation was like a grand firework, then Stark's transformation might be an inward collapse of the end star.

Stark doesn't know what kind of argument he will have with Steve over the same issue, and thus ruin the entire Avengers.

"My brain told me I couldn't help but think about right and wrong." Stark said.

"Well, in that case, then your brain is responsible for this, and if it doesn't want to let you go, you should go to its trouble, that's the theory you stick to, isn't it?"

"Ask your brain, is there a way to achieve what you want without hurting the people around you? This is the answer he should give you because it is the one that makes you so miserable. ”

Stark didn't feel any better, he spread back in his chair and said, "Look, I fool, I hired a devil doctor, a satanic ...... for $1,000,000 an hour."

"Your goddamn psychiatric treatment has never brought me any positive changes, and every time I leave you, it gets more uncomfortable."

Stark said almost through gritted teeth.

Schiller rarely joked with him, saying, "You can use me as a catalyst and you'll understand later......"

"Thinking is painful, no one is exempt from vulgarity, help you get a needle in advance, you will be much better in the future, you will thank me."

Stark drew a cross on his chest and said, "If you continue to speak out like that, you're almost going to overtake Howard's place in my heart." ”

"It's the first time I've heard you take the initiative to mention your father, but it's very unusual, most people like to call their mother when they are in pain."

Stark slammed the table so hard that he didn't want to admit that he was upsetting because he was upset.

He wasn't some fledgling to need shelter, the eagle that flew off the cliff and never came back, and he wasn't the person he should think of in times of despair and pain.

Schiller said: "Maybe that's why you make a mecha for yourself, you wear that iron shell wherever you go, you think that only it can protect you, only by wearing it, you are the most powerful Iron Man."

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

Schiller had thought about it before, Stark and Batman were really a bit similar, their upbringing, educational backgrounds were strangely similar, and when they faced certain problems, they chose surprisingly the same approach -

Make yourself a bunch of weapons that no one else can make, and then arm them to think you're powerful, and then when you realize that it doesn't solve everything, you fall into a painful struggle.

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

"Steve's psychiatric treatment is over for the time being, so Natasha put the listener back, and I have to give you a handwritten medical record."

Stark narrowed his eyes and said, "You wrote down everything I just said?" ”

"There is nothing else, but I remember the words you called Dad very clearly."

"$5 million."

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

"It's not too early, you should go back, the quarrel with Miss Pepper is not something you can solve by hiding outside." Schiller said.

Stark obviously didn't want to leave at all, and he said, "That spider boy can live with you, why can't I?" I don't even despise your place, and you're lucky enough to make breakfast for the genius Stark. ”

"yes, and Miss Pepper was working overtime alone in Stark Building, and the staff were long gone, and the building was dark and cold...... Oh, maybe Jarvis will be with her, I heard Jarvis has feelings too, and maybe he understands Miss Pepper's loss better than you do. ”

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

Schiller helped him open the door to the clinic and said, "Yes, of course, of course, God bless Jarvis. ”

When Stark left the clinic, he was in a rather bad mood, and all sorts of thoughts were a mess in his head.

He has long accepted the fact that geniuses are lonely, and most of his life has been like this, he has always felt that he is living a good life, rich, smart, and has enough capital to realize the value of life, and the excess sense of responsibility will not make him feel distressed, but he has never felt that he needs someone to accompany him so much as he does today.

He rarely didn't call his armor, and even his phone was turned off, and he walked slowly down the street to the dilapidated bus stop sign, where the driver of the last bus had a strong smell of smoke on him, and Stark was uncomfortable, but he walked up anyway and found a place to sit down.

Thanks to Schiller's fame, and no one in the neighborhood dared to mess around, Stark safely took the bus out of Hell's Kitchen, and on the streets of New York, he flagged down a taxi and got in.

"Stark Tower." Stark said.

The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror, he didn't see that this was the owner of Stark Group, after all, Stark was in high spirits when he was on TV, and now, he was more like a middle-aged frustrated lost dog.

Stark was riding Stark through the icy neon of New York, the street scene was rapidly receding in sight, the jazz music playing on the taxi matched the late autumn in New York, Stark sat in the back seat, his hands on his knees, covering his face.

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

Stark never wants to admit his naivety, he prefers to call it innocence, the innocence of genius alone.

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

Pepper was just an ordinary man, not an eagle or a bird of prey, but when Stark, a chicked chick, felt cold, he still wanted to burrow under her feathers.

Getting out of the car, Stark almost couldn't wait to rush into the building, knowing that the office on the top floor must still be lit up, and Pepper would work there late into the night every time.

Stark ran into the elevator quickly, he didn't know what was wrong with him, like a fledgling hairy boy, he rubbed his hands nervously in the elevator, kept stepping in place, and when the elevator door opened, he rushed out quickly.

He wanted to say something to Pepper, he was supposed to say something.

But there was no light on the entire floor, and Stark walked around in place, and he couldn't see any of the offices with lights on, which was abnormal.

"Pepper, Pepper, are you there?" Stark shouted.

The only thing that could answer him was the cascading echoes of the office, Stark slammed the glass door next to him, and then shouted, "Jarvis? Are you there? Jarvis, where have you been? ”

He was also silent.

Stark was really panicked at this time, if Jarvis didn't respond to him, it means that he was most likely hijacked or cut off from energy, and if someone did do this, then their target must be Pepper.

Stark sped around the office, and he ran to the office that Pepper used to use.

But Stark, who doesn't have a mecha, is just an ordinary person, without night vision, and if Jarvis doesn't respond, the intelligent lighting system in his entire office won't light up.

Stark tripped over an office chair as soon as he rushed in, and when 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 intelligent remote control of the mecha would not respond.

Stark was really a little devastated, he suddenly found that everything he thought he was in control of was actually not his, and after losing that shell, Iron Man was just an ordinary person who couldn't see in the dark.

His voice trembled a little, and he began to rummage around Pepper's desk in the dark, and he whispered as if he wanted to comfort himself, "Damn, she's going to be fine...... This is Stark Mansion, no one can break through the defenses here, I'm Stark......"

Suddenly, the lights on the entire floor came on, Stark was blinded, he covered his eyes and turned around, only to find Pepper with a remote control in the door of the office, Stark stayed where he was.

Then, before Pepper could speak, Stark rushed up and hugged her, Pepper had never seen such a terrified Stark.

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

Pepper sighed, this chick was almost bigger than an eagle, he was so hateful, but so unrefusible.

Now turn back the clock to Stark, not long after Stark left the clinic, Schiller received a call from Pepper.