"We're going to break it down into two parts...... Schiller said, placing two beer cans on either side of the table.

"The last era and this era, your personality and your mission." Schiller was going to finish the cold beer first, so he put the liquor aside, gathered his thoughts, and said:

"You're from a previous era, aren't you?"

Steve, with his head down, nodded, raised his head and poured two more sips of wine, Schiller dipped his fingertips in the spilled wine, drew a pattern on the table, and said, "Now, then, we have to make sure that you are more in line with your personality or more in accordance with your mission?" ”

Schiller's body language has noticeably increased, and his hands are constantly waving in the air when expressing two parts, but this is easier for Steve to understand, and he asks, "Are you asking, do I think I'm Steve, or do I think I'm Captain America?" ”

Schiller nodded as well, and Steve looked a little sluggishly ahead, as if alcohol had interfered with his thoughts, and after a while, he spoke: "For a long time, people called me Captain America, and I thought I was Captain America, so at that time, I was Captain America." ”

"But when I woke up, I felt like Steve, and I didn't know what was wrong with me, maybe I had a split personality."

"No, you don't, you have to listen to a professional psychiatrist......" Schiller repeated, he said: "You don't have dissociative identity disorder, it's very normal......"

"Part of the human perception of himself will come from the society's need for him." Schiller first came up with a theory, and for fear that Steve would not understand, he continued:

"Society needs Captain America more, and the identity of Captain America can make you feel needed and prove your worth, then you will feel that you are Captain America."

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"At that time, the United States needed conscription, and conscription needed propaganda figures, and you knew that this was a contribution to the country, so you were willing to be Captain America."

"However, after you wake up, Captain America is already a dead man, no one will expect anything from him, no one needs you anymore, you can't be Captain America, so naturally you can only be Steve."

Schiller took two sips of beer, tossed the bottomed beer can aside, took the bottle of spirits that Steve had opened earlier, hung his head and said, "In this way, you are more inclined to Captain America, but this may also be a product of social and environmental domestication." ”

"Let's not talk about the causes, just look at the results, to be Steve, it's just that you can't be the forced choice of Captain America, in your heart, you still want to be Captain America."

"It's just now, after all, it's a peaceful era, and occasionally a few bad guys come out, their abilities can't match your abilities, it's easy to solve, and finally there's a hydra to fight you, and recently they don't make trouble, and you don't feel that you are needed."

"Without this imminent sense of mission, you start to think cranky, think about philosophy, think about the meaning of life, and that's the source of your anxiety, you want to be needed."

Steve was silent for a moment, but nodded and said, "Am I like a warmonger?" A violent maniac, looking forward to war every day......"

Schiller shook his head vigorously and said: "I said it all, don't define yourself easily, you should listen to the ...... of professional psychologists"

"The highest need of people is to realize self-worth, which is a normal emotion that everyone will have, you look at Spider-Man, why did he change from a street hero to a scientific researcher? It's because, in the laboratory, he is more needed. ”

"Even though the work in the lab is more tiring and complicated, and the research is very boring, there is no fun at all, and it is not as interesting as swinging around in the air over New York, but he is willing to do it, because he is being needed."

"This kind of hope is needed, and the emotion of wanting to reflect self-worth will even overwhelm reason in many cases, for example, you know that this job is hard and not profitable, but sometimes, you will continue to do it, because the project leaves you, and it will not be transferred."

"If you think of Captain America as a project, you are indeed the core of the project, and without Captain America, their publicity plans would have become a bubble."

Schiller poured two more sips of wine, and his speech became more unclear, but his thinking was far away but his will was clear, or rather, the psychiatrist's analysis had become his instinct, even when his brain was paralyzed by alcohol, he could still point out the problem with a sharp point.

"The cause of your illness lies in the fact that you have fallen from an environment where you are highly needed to an environment that is not needed at all, and the gap in the degree of self-worth realization makes you feel very sad."

Schiller took a deep breath, tried to open his eyes for a moment, and then said, "Back to what we said before, the two-part problem ......"

"You are Captain America in the previous era, Steve in this era, you can see from your previous attitude that you still like the identity of Captain America in the previous era, and you are at a loss for the identity of Steve in this era."

"You've always been nervous about wanting to regain your identity as Captain America from the last era, the perfect man of that golden age, who knows everything well and is in control...... You've ever dreamed of being in this state. ”

"But the reality is that partly because you are unwilling to adapt to the current impetuous era, and partly because the times are indeed developing too fast and gradually out of your control."

"I guess you'll feel anxious and irritated out of control by Spider-Man's suit, not only because the scene of his death has left a shadow on you, but also because of the attitude of the people towards generations of Spider-Man."

"In your opinion, it is ridiculous and ridiculous to exalt the first generation of Spider-Man who has sacrificed and belittle the second and third generations of Spider-Man, and it is even more incredible that a hero who saves people should be scolded by the whole people."

"You know the truth of this matter, that is, one generation of Spider-Man is actually the same person as the third generation of Spider-Man, and it feels ridiculous that they are treated differently."

"One has now been blown into the sky, and for a period of time, the wind reviews have even far surpassed Iron Man and Captain America, and the other is now on the cusp of public opinion, and everyone is scolding him one-sidedly, saying that he is a rich second-generation ...... who doesn't know the so-called"

"But they are obviously Peter Parker, you know this, which proves the prejudice in your heart, that is, the people of this era are far inferior to the previous era, they are a group of hypocritical and impetuous hairy boys......"

"This kind of prejudice continues to strengthen, which gives you a reason to escape the way of life of this era, anyway, they are a bunch of rotten people, why should I learn their way of life? Why should I fit into their society? ”

"The more you look down on the people of this era, the more you want to work hard to prove that the spiritual banner of the previous era is a perfect person, so the more you dare not make mistakes, and the more nervous and anxious you are......"

"So, what is the opinion of the most professional psychologist?" Steve burped again and leaned back on the couch, revealing his chest and neck, apparently a little drunk.

However, to Steve's surprise, Schiller did not speak at length, but remained silent until Steve called him: "Schiller? …… Schiller? ”

As if he had suddenly woken up, after a while, he shook his head with his eyes closed, and then said, "What do you think I can do?" If I had a way, would I still be an American psychiatrist now? ”

Hearing this, in a haze, Steve suddenly remembered Schiller's identity, he was also a relict of the former Soviet Union.

"Oh yes, I forgot, you're a Soviet." Steve leaned to one side, curled up on the edge of the couch, and took two more sips of wine, ignoring the spilled liquor soaking his shirt.

"Well, this time it was the USSR who won." Steve covered his eyes and said, "After so long, we meet again, you are the doctor, I am the patient." ”

"Wasn't that how it used to be?" Schiller leaned forward, stared at Steve, and said vaguely: "Only the Soviet Union can cure the hypocrisy, pompousness, and inaction of the United States......

Steve suddenly laughed, and the wine that he hadn't fully swallowed made him cough, and he leaned forward again, nodding his head and saying, "Yes...... Right...... It's always been like this, we ...... We are the ...... of the doctor-patient relationship with each other"

"Steve, listen......" Schiller held out a hand, Steve focused his eyes on his, Schiller shook a finger, like those who get drunk and start bragging, and said:

"I deceived the military, threatened Congress, and even blew up a whole bunch of important people, and they were all tricked by me......"

"I'm a liar, I'm a bad person, I have no moral bottom line, if I want to do something, no one can stop me......"

"But...... But ......" Schiller took another sip of wine, and said as if he were struggling to hold on, "I know it by my unscrupulous practice...... I can't go back to the last era, don't dream, Captain America, the red giant can't come back, and the golden lighthouse can't come back......"

"So, I'm lucky?" Steve coughed twice, then said, "The American spirit is gone, the golden age is gone, but anyway, the country is still ......"

"That's it...... That's it...... You Yankee, are you satisfied? Schiller slammed the bottle on the table and said, "I will never be able to go back to my country, never again...... Forever...... ...... forever"

"She's still there, but it's not that her, they're different......" Schiller kept muttering, and Steve was equally sad for the deep sadness in his tone and mood, so he reached out a little tremblingly, pressed Schiller's shoulder, and said:

"You can stay here, and this is your home, because here's your friends, and we're all your friends......" Steve retched while clutching his chest, and then, wiping his mouth, said:

"History will remember everything your country has done, and your friends will remember everything you have done......"

"These words should be given to yourself." Schiller looked into Steve's eyes with a little straight eyes and said, "If you can comfort yourself like this, you don't need me as a professional psychiatrist......

"I found out, you really care about whether you're professional or not......" Steve began to smirk, his low laughter echoed through the room, and even the air kept vibrating, he laughed and said, "You're drunk like this, and you have to emphasize that you are a professional psychiatrist......"

"I'm not drunk." Schiller shook his head vigorously and muttered, "I can write you a pathological analysis right now, with rigorous wording, beautiful sentences, and no punctuation mistakes......"

Steve laughed even harder, and the anxiety and repressed emotion, along with the chaos and madness brought on by alcohol, completely dissipated.

The two sat on both sides of the table, like doctors and patients across the table, comrades-in-arms and friends who spoke freely and without scruples, and also like the previous era across the Pacific Ocean, waving to each other and greeting each other.

Steve covered his face and laughed uncontrollably, and after a while, he relented and said, "You know what? You're really like Howard. ”

"When he got drunk, he wrote me a 20,000-word article on the spot about the anti-gravity of the car's wheel drivetrain...... What a possibility study, and then pulled me, made sure I listened to his thesis report, and blamed me for why I didn't ask him questions......"

"Then he's so unprofessional, does he still think he's a college student?" Schiller also began to laugh, and then said: "I have never been the only one who finds other people's problems, and this world ...... No...... ...... than me More professional ......"

Schiller's bottle was loose, and he leaned on the side of the couch as if drunk.

Seeing that he was completely drunk, Steve took a few deep breaths to make his modified heart beat faster, and after speeding up blood circulation, the alcohol would be metabolized faster.

Regaining his senses a little, Steve helped Schiller up, and this time, he was sure that Schiller was really drunk, because drunk people are different from ordinary people who fall asleep, and when drunk people are helped up, they are dead and heavy.

The next morning, when Schiller woke up from his bed, he covered his head as if it was about to crack, and said to the gray mist: "I'm telling you not to filter the alcohol, but you don't want the hangover to feel so real, do you?" ”

Gray Mist snorted aggrievedly, and just as he was about to explain, Schiller heard the phone ringing at the bedside, he endured the discomfort, picked up the phone, and then said, "Hey? …… What did you say? Stark's anxiety is back in the middle of it, what's wrong with him? ”

"Quarreled with Peter?? How could the two of them quarrel??? …… It seems that things are complicated, okay, I'll go over right away. ”

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