"Okay, kids, I'm going to eat in the cafeteria, if you have any questions, just send them to my mailbox, don't forget to mark your name, I'll get back to you within a week." Schiller cleaned up the books and materials on the table and said.

The intern agents who asked him questions all looked a little regretful, and a blonde baby-faced girl propped her elbows on the podium and said with her face in her hands, "Doctor, are you going to abandon us for Stark?" Don't let those gossip tabloids get their way. ”

"Go ahead, Catherine, you can take that jar of frosted biscuits I put under the podium, as long as you're not afraid to waste the whole weekend in the dentist's office." Schiller said with a smile.

Catherine puffed out her cheeks and said, "Don't try to bribe me, Omar said you told him that you would bring him Captain America's shield biscuits next week, I'm crazy with jealousy, it's a limited edition." ”

"Then you should ask the big guy next to you, no one is more familiar with Captain America than him." Schiller said with a shrug.

"Come on." Catherine pursed her lips and said disdainfully, when a little girl with brown hair and freckles on her face squeezed over and said with a grin, "You have to go, Catherine, and I want to know if the captain has spent the night at his house." ”

"Maroni, don't act like a reporter who is a gossip tabloid, okay?" Catherine said with some dissatisfaction: "I'm not your drone to spy on the enemy. ”

"Hey! Hey! Girls, do you have anything to say about Captain America spending the night at my house? Stark clapped his hands, stretched out a finger, shook it in mid-air, and said, "His taste in clothes is old-fashioned, can you dare to imagine?" A dark brown checked sweater, still with a high neck. ”

The little girl, known as Maroni, immediately crowded to Stark's side with her eyes shining, chased after Schiller and Stark, who were walking out, and asked in a cohesive voice, "Did you see him dressed, was it afterwards or the next morning?" You guys are ...... Is it so? I mean, you know, 'you have more and less of me'. ”

Schiller tilted his head to the side helplessly, looked at Maloney from above his glasses and said, "Miss, if you use such energy to write an analysis report, you will be able to report to Nick's special operations team next year." ”

"I'm about to write a paper on superhero interpersonal interactions, and I want to know if these superpowered humans behave and socialize differently than ordinary people, what do you think of this selection? Doctor? ”

"Not bad, but I advise you not to write Captain America." Schiller blinked and said, "He doesn't know some code words like 'how much'. ”

"Oh, we're here." Maloney exclaimed, "I won't bother you, I still have to go to Catherine and ask her about witnessing Spider-Man's rescue before, she is also a good subject to study, bye." ”

The short girl disappeared, Schiller and Stark sat down face to face by the window, and began to order, the waiter robot recording their selection, and it wasn't long before the sumptuous dish was served.

Schiller asked for a Provençal vegetable soup, a salmon with a meat sauce as a staple, and Stark as a Lyonnais salad with sausage, half an onion pie, and mussels in lemon juice.

"The incredibly generous Director Nick remembers to hire a French chef for the little ones, but he made the wrong decision to leave the S.H.I.E.L.D. cafeteria, which led to Natasha and Barton coming over every day to eat." Schiller scooped a little vegetable broth with a spoon and put it in his mouth and said.

"If Nick moves the S.H.I.E.L.D. canteen to France, then the French will cut off his head." Stark said as he cut the onion pie with a knife and fork and raised an eyebrow in a funny way.

"What did you come to me for?"

"Can't I just want to have lunch with you?"

"Do you want me to factor this into your mental health maintenance budget?" Schiller cut a piece of salmon and chewed on it, "We still have a lot of accounts to settle, such as when you told Nick that I was mentally unhealthy and couldn't make more than ten appointments a week, so I had to come here to lecture to pass the time." ”

Stark laughed and said, "Are you complaining? ”

"You know that the gentlemen and wives who have made appointments for my treatment don't have any psychological problems other than showing off their wealth and showing off their social status, but you are still trying to influence my normal practice."

"And I'm thanking Nick for giving me another career, and it's nice to listen to the troubles of these students."

"Self-deception, and ......" Stark pressed the tip of his knife against the mussel's shell, peeled off the meat with a fork, and put it in his mouth, "The troubles of adolescence of the trainee agents are not enough to make up for the emptiness of your inability to practice, you must have done something to make you feel full and radiant now, I know this state too well." ”

Schiller's hand holding the knife and fork paused slightly, he took a sip of red wine, and then said, "No, you don't know me, in fact, there is no one who doesn't like to get a large amount of mental health management without working, do you?" ”

Stark let out a sneer, full of disdain and mockery, as he shoved a sausage into his mouth and said, "You know what? Mentally ill patients are far more intelligent than normal in confronting nurses and hiding medicine, and even the most professional polygraph teams cannot detect their lies. ”

"You think I'm lying?"

"Aren't you?"

Stark's tone was very sharp, which caused Batman to have to say in his heart, "Are you really going to stimulate him like this?" ”

But Schiller was not angry at all, he just shrugged his shoulders and said, "If you think so, then go and find the medicine I hidden, I bet you can't find it, because there is no one at all." ”

Stark pursed his lips and raised the corners of his mouth and said, "No, you're implying that I'm spinning around the universe like a headless fly, but I'm not going to do that." ”

"And what are you going to do?"

"Getting you to do a little substantial work on your mental health management fee income will both lower Pepper and Obadiah's blood pressure and prove me right."

About half an hour later, Schiller sat on the couch in Hell's Kitchen, looked at Stark across from him and said, "So you're going to stare at me 24 hours a day?" ”

"Simple, but effective."

Schiller shook his head, walked to the kitchen as if he was helpless, and began to check the ingredients in the refrigerator, Batman said in Stark's head: "I don't think it's a good idea for you to stimulate him like this, let's say it first, I may not be able to beat him in the case of an encounter, and I don't think you can either." ”

"Why do you always think we're going to fight?" Stark asked very puzzledly, "What did you and the Schiller you know go through?" Do you guys fight a lot? ”

"It's worse than that." Batman groaned as if hesitating, but he still said, "When I entered his thinking tower, I saw me in another universe, and I got a glimpse of his memories. ”

"In that universe, Schiller was his teacher, and he could be called his father, but ......"

Batman's voice disappeared, and Stark's curiosity was piqued, and he asked, "But what?" What happened to the two of them? ”

"It's hard to say." Batman gave an assessment and said, "But I advise you not to mess with him, we share the same body now, and I don't think we should waste our time in the hospital." ”

Stark snorted again and said, "Whatever that Schiller you know, but I know my friend well, and he doesn't get angry. ”

"Even if you invade his private territory in what can be called surveillance, and stay here?"

"Your wording is too vicious." Stark said incredulously, "Can't you just come here as a guest in a gesture of companionship?" ”

Batman was silent for a moment and said, "But your purpose is to spy, and he understands it." ”

"My purpose is companionship, and of course he understands it." Stark raised his voice and said, "He will take the affection of any of us, and he will not refuse our company, this is a rare good time, it has not been a long time." ”

"We'll see."

"I'm guessing you'll be here until five o'clock at night at most." Schiller placed a glass of water on the table in front of Stark and said, "The genius inspiration in your head urged you to go back to the lab and create some great achievements of civilization for mankind, instead of sitting here watching soap operas." ”

Stark picked up the water glass, patted the sofa next to him and said, "Yes, let's watch it together, when do you think the heroine will find out that her husband is cheating?" ”

"Her husband didn't cheat, her husband had cancer, so he made a cheating appearance and wanted the heroine to take the initiative to divorce him."

"Oh my God, it's more bloody than I thought."

Time passed quickly, about 4:30, the sound of the car reversing into the garage sounded next to the house, Stark raised his hand and glanced at his watch, and stood up and said: "Very good, what you said is right, now the genius Stark is going to make some contributions to human civilization, you can watch this show with Steve, I guess he will cry a lot." ”

Schiller sat on the couch and looked up at him, and after a while, a cold air came from the door, and Steve rushed in, stretched out his thumb and pointed out the door: "Quick, Tony, get rid of the traffic police who are following me, I didn't drive the dash cam." ”

Stark walked out with the car keys, Steve directly picked up the kettle and poured a stomach of water, then sat down on the couch, looked at Schiller with blue eyes and asked, "Are you feeling better?" Dr. Schiller, how are you feeling lately? ”

Schiller took the remote control to change the channel, and in the slightly dimly lit room, the colorful glow of the TV show reflected in his eyes, Steve stood up again, tugged his sweater down hard, and walked off to turn on the light.

"Hey, I want to see that, I've been learning to cook lately." Steve pointed to the TV and sat back down, staring at the cooking show on the TV without blinking.

With a bang, the window behind him opened, and Stark threw the car keys on the windowsill and said, "That's it, Steve, make sure he doesn't leave your sight tonight, including when you put on that old brown checked sweater, Peter must come over tomorrow morning." ”

Steve gestured to him OK without looking back, and then focused on the TV show.

"You're right to leave." Batman commented in Stark's mind: "If you argue with him about whether the heroine's husband is mentally cheating or not, he will definitely beat you." ”

"He won't, because her husband is mentally cheating."

"There is no basis. You are not fit for reasoning. ”

"It's because you're not good at learning."

"I want to beat you up right now."

"But you can't help it."

Batman fell silent, as if contemplating the possibility of beating Stark in his head.

But perhaps thinking that it might hurt him, he gave up on it, and began to secretly look forward to the day when Schiller would beat him, believing that there would be a day.

(End of chapter)