The Brooklyn winter morning air has a sense of crystal transparency, and the snow that had just fallen the last snowflakes two hours ago highlighted the footprints on the streets, and you can still see the solid traces of the falling snow being trampled underfoot.

Behind the brown wooden window frames and slightly cold-colored glass, the cup was steaming hot, and with a deft spin in the air, it disappeared, and then the aroma of coffee permeated the whole room, and the feet that had been frozen stiff through the snow through the street warmed up.

Stark and Steve sit side by side on the couch in the Hell's Kitchen Psychiatric Clinic, Steve is turning over the charcoal in the fireplace with his iron tongs, and Stark turns over the heated cookies on the grill above the fireplace with his mecha arm.

He glanced back at the kitchen, where Schiller was busy making coffee from a Moka pot, Stark turned his head back, raised an eyebrow at Steve, and said, "I'm sure Schiller has been a lot more normal lately." ”

"Do you remember how long it's been since we've had coffee here?" Steve looked down and adjusted the position of the charcoal, the firelight reflected on his face, Captain America's blue eyes could always reflect all the light very clearly, whether it was the sunrise, the sunset, or the firelight, when he looked at the flames, it was always like lighting a lamp in a piece of ice.

"He hasn't been that patient in a long time." Stark flipped through the cookies and said in a reminiscent tone, "I didn't even have time to stop and make myself a cup of coffee." ”

"It's always a good thing, Tony." When Steve's relaxation comes with a slight southern accent and intonation, perhaps from his mom, he says, just like the people of his day: "We went ice fishing on the lake on a Sunday afternoon. ”

"Ice fishing? Oh, old fellow. Stark laughed brightly, shrugged his shoulders, almost leaned back with a smile, he looked at Steve with those smiling eyes and said, "I guess Nick is going too, and maybe Natasha, you all have to be five hundred years old, right?" ”

"You say less." Steve began to add new wood to the fireplace, and said, "Go too, the Russian scientist who has a grudge against you, he has recently returned to New York, and was about to get drunk in the lab, and Banner announced that there can be no alcohol on the floor where he is, and that poor Russian guy has lost three bottles of vodka and can only come to us old fellows for some comfort." ”

"I guess you have no plans to invite me."

"Of course, because we don't want to offend Pepper." Steve raised his eyelids slightly, looked at the dry firewood in his hand, and said, "And your uncle Obadiah, who called each of us to ask when you were going to get married." ”

Stark began to laugh again, he pursed his upper lip down hard until the stubble began to turn white, but he still couldn't close his grinning mouth, anyone who saw this expression would be surprised to find that behind the seemingly mature middle-aged man's happy smile, there was still a bit of teenage cuteness and shyness.

"Let's talk about Schiller." Stark pulled the conversation back to square one and said, "That mysterious voice told us that the doctor who had a great influence on Schiller back then might still be alive, and I thought he would rush to find his traces, but he suddenly fell silent, like a clipper ship suddenly dropped anchor." ”

"Everyone has their own anchor." Steve pursed his lips and tilted his head and said, "It's not what I said, but I heard it on the emotional channel, where there is a lot of nonsense, but there are occasional golden sentences." ”

"I'm still underestimating your old school, I hope you didn't hear it on the radio in a second-hand shop, and that's okay, you're older than it anyway...... I mean, maybe Schiller remembered something. ”

"What do you remember?"

"Why do you think the doctor wants him to be an ordinary person?" Stark withdrew his hand, propped the root of his palm on his chin, and quietly watched as the heated biscuit cracked from the top, and then he added, "What do you think is good about ordinary people?" ”

"When I was an ordinary person, I didn't feel that there was anything good about being an ordinary person, but when I became Captain America, I often missed those peaceful days."

"I got some textbooks from Natasha." Stark's expression was a little strange, as if he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, he lowered his voice and continued, "I didn't let anyone know, but I know that I am the hope of many people." ”

"What do you mean? What textbooks? Steve looked up at him.

"At that time in the Soviet Union." Stark gritted his teeth and deliberately made a fierce expression, not knowing whether he was warning Steve, or the eyes of observation and prying eyes that could be cast from far away.

"Because Professor X said that the doctor who cured Schiller was a former Soviet man, I just wanted to see why that doctor wanted Schiller to be an ordinary person."

"You know what? Tony, your expression now is like that of an adolescent and a boy who breaks into the room and explains that the pornographic magazines under your bed are only for the study of physiology. ”

"God, this must be something you've done, and I'll just tell Howard that I just like bulging girls."

"Hopefully he won't say he likes it too, oh God, he's going to be young, can you imagine? The most serious guy on our team at that time was Nick Fury. ”

"Don't change the subject, the adjectives you just used to describe those books can't be heard by Schiller, they take it very seriously, but I do seem to understand something."

"About ordinary people?"

"Maybe." Stark flipped through the nearest biscuit with his armoured hand again, but not because he cared about the heat, as if he wanted to find something to do for himself.

"One of the most interesting and inspiring ideas for me is that they see the development of the group and each individual in the group as equally important, both for social progress and for the happiness of the people."

"Sounds idealistic."

Stark glanced up at Steve in some surprise and said, "I thought you were an idealistic person too." ”

"I am, that's why I'm commenting." Steve smiled and said, "When you're an idealist, you know who's really idealistic and who's exaggerating." ”

"It looks like Schiller is the beneficiary of this thinking." Stark lowered his head slightly, letting his eyelashes cover his eyes and the musings in them, and continued, "I guess that's what the doctor had in mind to save him anyway." ”

"Did he come to save us with that in mind?" Steve didn't sound like asking, more like prompting.

"I guess that, too, is that the doctor's performance is the reason why Schiller chose to be a psychiatrist, using the same ideas and knowledge to save others."

"He succeeded." Steve said with a nod.

“…… But it's still a little worse. Stark put his chin on his hand and said, "What soothed me when I was feeling anxious and confused?" ”

"Maybe it's some of Schiller's plans that move me and the environment around me forward, but it's more about the strength that Schiller showed as a doctor."

“…… A calming force. Steve continued, "It's never irritability, madness, or eagerness that soothes others, but the sense of security that comes with calmness and power." ”

"He was calmer than all of us at that time." Stark shook his head slightly, and said, "It looks like there are answers to all the questions we don't understand." ”

"At that time, he was more like a doctor, have you ever heard Professor X's argument that psychologists must keep their distance from their patients?" Stark then raised his eyebrows so much that a furrow appeared on his forehead.

Steve shook his head, but said, "But it's true that as we get to know him better, the more we see his madness, and then we try to cure it, and from then on, he's more like a patient." ”

"But now it looks like he wants to be a doctor again." Stark clasped his hands together, touched the back of the other with one hand, and said, "Because he remembered the doctor who had cured him, the key was not whether the doctor was alive or where he was now, but what he had taught Schiller, and why Schiller had taken the same path as him without hesitation." ”

"For the sake of what the textbooks say?" Steve asked, lowering his head but raising his eyes.

"Probably also to make this world more idealistic." Stark's face was rarely soft, without the taunt he often wore at the corners of his brows, and the impatience that often sank into the ravines of his face, he looked into Steve's blue eyes and said.

"The doctor healed him and made him realize how much good the power of the mind and ideals can motivate people to make good changes in the world, so he healed us so that we too could have more room to think more about all of humanity."

"And we should have continued to pass it on, but the madness he showed forced us to focus more on him to prevent him from hurting himself, so that we didn't actually heal the anxiety and confusion of the people around us."

"So he's back to normal?" Steve glanced up at Schiller behind the island and said, "In order for this pass to continue?" ”

"It's more like pretending to be normal." Stark wasn't so optimistic, saying, "He went from a patient to a doctor, again." ”

"Then should we continue to find a way to treat him?"

"I think it's better to leave it to Professor X." Stark sighed softly and said, "Let the professional do the professional thing." ”

"Professor X is a little too professional." Steve exhaled as if suddenly relaxed.

He burst into a low chuckle, the muscles of his strong arms contracted and trembled, and he added the last piece of wood to the fireplace and said, "Our doctor is coming back, isn't he?" ”

"Yes, it also means that we have to go through professional psychological evaluations on time, and I have to pay a lot of money for mental health management."

"Thank you for your generosity, Tony, and this Sunday afternoon, I should be able to see Nick proudly flaunting his new fishing rod."

A hand went over Stark's shoulder and placed a cup of coffee in front of him, and as soon as Stark turned around, Schiller had already walked over to the fireplace and placed another cup of coffee in front of Steve.

Schiller walked back to the island, took the last cup of coffee in his hand, sat down on the single sofa by the fireplace, relaxed his waist, let his back completely against the back of the sofa, took a sip of his hot coffee, and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"What were you two just talking about?" Schiller asked.

"Nick's new fishing rod." Steve picked up the cookies onto the plate, placed them on the table, and said, "From the generosity of the billionaire Tony Stark." ”

"And the cliché, we." Stark added.

"You guys?" Schiller took a sip of his coffee, turned his head to look out the window at the snowflakes falling again, and said.

"I'm sorry, but I don't offer emotional counseling here, especially about Iron Man and Captain America."