As Schiller was standing next to the hospital bed, where there was a patient without arms, who was still unconscious, Dr. Connors adjusted the instrument and said, "The kind of medicine that the military injected them with is not perfect, and it probably hurts their nervous system." ”

He sighed and said, "It's not certain whether you can wake up or not. ”

"Is he your former comrade-in-arms?"

"No, I haven't seen him on the battlefield, but he's also my comrade-in-arms, and we've all gone to the battlefield with the same belief."

Stark was somewhat silent on the other side of the bed, sensitive to the emotions of others, but he always felt that Connors was calm, as calm as the sea before a storm.

Stark wondered if it was him, would he do anything to get revenge on those who had brought him this pain and anger?

Stark never imagined that one day he would put himself in the shoes of his opponents and put himself in their shoes.

This perspective brought him a lot of shock, because he found that the so-called bad people he once thought could not do better than them if he were himself.

This was something Stark had never expected, he had always felt that he could do anything, but now he found that his arrogance might have been built on the vacuum that others had set up for him.

During this time, he experienced first-hand the difficulties of dealing with everything on his own without Pepper's care and Obadia's protection.

On the one hand, he has to learn to take care of himself with difficulty, and on the other hand, he has to painstakingly maneuver around various forces, those treacherous methods that once disgusted him, he has to learn if he doesn't want to learn, and he has to use them if he doesn't want to.

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It wasn't until this moment that Stark realized that maybe he had been living in the cradle before, he had lived for so many years, and maybe only recently, he had just stepped out of his infancy and toddled to face the real world.

Schiller asked, "What are you going to do?" Although Robert is dead, the officers of the Tartu Department have not all disappeared, they have always believed in their super-soldier theory, and once they find out that the information of the desperate plan is leaked, they will definitely do everything to kill them. ”

"After all, once the information you have is exposed, it is enough for the prestige of the entire military system to be shaken, even if you are not an officer of the Tartu department, you will not allow this kind of thing to happen."

"I've been prepared for it for a long time." "I'm ready to be a dumb person," Connors said. ”

"What do you think I'm going to do? Circumvent the military and find ways to make this information public? Connors shook his head and said, "I knew it wasn't working. ”

"Those people always have a way to make ordinary people believe what they should believe, to erase everything that ordinary people shouldn't believe, even if I have a way to convince some people that it's true, but people are forgetful."

"As we have experienced in the past, when we go to the battlefield, everyone applauds us and calls us heroes, but when we come back, the cold eyes and discrimination we suffer will not be any better because of the glory of the past."

"We have only disappeared in this society for a short time, and they have forgotten us, and forgetting is a terrible thing, which can turn white into black, and it can also erase all the deep sins of the past."

"I'm going to keep waiting, I've been waiting for a long time, and I'm not afraid to wait any longer."

"I'll wait until they can't erase my name from history before revealing it."

Connors's tone was calm, but everyone could feel a power in his tone, perhaps a precipitation of anger and a condensation of the flames of vengeance.

Late at night, when Schiller was just about to go to bed, he received a call from Stark, who said, "I'm going to make a two-hour psychotherapy appointment right now." ”

"Do you want me to scold you again?"

"I mean, really, I'll pay for it."

"Last time, you had to pay for the consultation as well."

Stark was a little speechless, he stomped his foot and said, "I'm on the roof of your house right now, if you don't come up, I'll have Jarvis activate the emergency wake-up measures." ”

After a while, Schiller stood on the edge of the roof, Stark was standing with him in a mech, and Schiller asked, "Has anyone ever told you that every time you run out in the middle of the night without sleeping and wearing a mech, it's like writing a big line on your face - 'I'm a lost dog that no one wants'?" ”

"I repeat, I'm spending money for psychotherapy, not to be scolded."

"Then I will say it again, people will not be scolded because they will not ask a psychiatrist to give them two hours of psychotherapy at 2 o'clock in the morning."

"I'll pay you overtime, as much as you want."

"It seems that you can only use this mecha and the fact that you have money to cover up your current state of insecurity."

Stark was silent.

"Every time you come to see me in a mech, it's like telling me that your current situation is difficult to deal with, and you need to add money."

"No wonder you raise the price every time."

Stark hesitated, but opened his visor and said, "What do you think I should do or not?" I mean...... Even those things about Connors, I can't get used to the plan that the military has made, as a hero of justice, should I teach those demons who have no humanity a lesson? ”

"If you want to help Connors, just say it."

"I didn't mean to help him, how could I want to help that big lizard that messed up my mansion?"

"I just want justice, I think anyone looking at that plan would want to do it, right?"

"You can admit that Connors's actions have caused you quite a shock, and you have not thought that one person intends to continue to wait in this darkness, to continue to wait for the day when I don't know if it will come."

"You find that his way of doing justice seems to be different from yours, and in this world, it is not about wearing an iron shell to beat criminals with great fanfare, so it is called justice."

"You can't bear it."

"Well, I'll admit it......" Stark sighed slightly, closed his eyes, and said, "I don't dare to think what kind of belief he has to keep burying himself in the research and development of those potions, and he doesn't feel hopeless when he stays alone in the lab?" Don't you feel helpless? ”

"When I'm dealing with all that pressure, even though I have a genius brain, even if I have the whole Stark Group, even if I have the most money in the world, I feel a little ...... It's really hard, there's no one to accompany you, you're alone, and you don't know when it's going to be the end. ”

Stark's Adam's apple moved, and he said, "It will take at least a few years from the time Connors learned about this plan to the time he developed the lizard serum, right?" Is he living like this all along? Haven't you gone crazy all the time living in this environment? ”

Stark has experienced this despair, Obadiah is unconscious, Pepper is busy trying to turn the tide, Stark spent those days and nights alone in the laboratory, loneliness is like a black tide pouring out of the abyss, Stark can only use alcohol anesthesia to not think about when he will float to the shore.

But he knew that Dr. Connors had been drifting like this for several years, and that Dr. Connors didn't even have a ship than Stark could hope for, so he had been adrift in the storm for countless days and nights with a decaying plank, knowing that the sea was probably unshored, and still refused to give up.

It was because Stark had experienced it that he knew how difficult that loneliness was, and he realized that no amount of wisdom could make an antidote to this suffering, and he had no sense of superiority to despise those who struggled in this suffering.

"I think you always think of yourself as Peter's elder, and you are true in terms of age, but perhaps in some ways this is not the case."

"What does this mean? I was originally his elder, and I went to his school two days ago to invite parents. ”

"I mean, maybe in some ways, you have to learn from him too."

"Learn from him? That silly boy? Stara pouted and said, "What do I have to learn?" Learn from him to beat up a foul-mouthed bastard and tremble? If it were me, Daddy Stark would definitely let that garbage know about it......"

"The reason I say Peter is because you don't want to hear another person's name."

Stark opened his mouth and said, "I'd better go and ask Peter, you don't have to give another suggestion, or I'll deduct the money." ”

With that, he closed the armor's mask with a click, and then flew away directly, Schiller shook his head.

He thought that the growth process of these superheroes was like a rich picture scroll slowly unfolding before his eyes.

When he was involved in the process, he realized that these people are indeed superheroes, but they are also ordinary people, whether it is Peter, Stark, Spider-Man, Iron Man.

Their transformation is not something that can be shown in one or two shots or a few lines in the comics, and the troubles of their growth are like a mess, which cannot be sorted out or finished.

Their ups and downs, emotional changes, every wavering, every firmness, are full of complex and bizarre thoughts, just like the subtle changes brought to them by the brains of every ordinary person, too many to count.

It also made Schiller understand that the moving stories, heroic sacrifices, and unwavering convictions he had seen in movies and comics were not born this way.

These superheroes are like a piece of steel that has been tempered for thousands of years, and Schiller can see the process of them being forged, in which the sound and tremor of each blow, and the flames that rise from each violent collision, are like the fuel that fills the soul to keep it alive, and it can bring him more stimulation than ordinary life.

Until one day, the hearts of the heroes turned into sparkling gold, and these processes of tempering were written into legendary stories.

If the people who read these stories see the glorious and great side of the heroes, then Schiller, the reader who is deeply immersed in the stories, is more willing to record the growing pains of these small and trivial heroes.

Record their laughter and scolding, joys and sorrows as ordinary people, until one day, after those stories are forgotten, there are still traces of heroes who are not heroes in this world.

Stay, greatness is born from the ordinary, and will eventually return to the ordinary, this answer.