Chapter 1605 Fireside Chat (Part 1)

Chapter 1578 Fireside Chat (Part 1)

The air in Brooklyn's winter morning has a crystal-like transparency. The last snowflake that fell just two hours ago highlights the footprints on the street. You can still see the fallen snow that was trampled under your feet. Solid traces.

Behind the brown wooden window frame and slightly cold glass, a burst of steam rose above the cup. It spun deftly in the air and disappeared. Then the aroma of coffee permeated the entire house, and the cup passed through the snow. My feet, which were stiff from the cold in the street, were also warmed up.

Stark and Steve were sitting side by side on the sofa in the Hell's Kitchen Psychology Clinic. Steve was turning over the charcoal in the fireplace with iron tongs, while Stark was using a hand with a mecha arm to turn the top of the fireplace. Turn over the heated cookies on the grill.

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

"Do you still remember, how long has it been since we had coffee here?" Steve lowered his head and adjusted the position of the charcoal. The firelight reflected on his face, and Captain America's blue eyes were always clearly reflected. He could emit all light, whether it was morning light, sunset, or firelight. When he looked at those flames, it was always as if he had lit a lamp in a piece of ice.

"He hasn't been this patient in a long time," Stark said with a hint of reminiscence as he flipped the biscuits. "He didn't even have time to stop and make himself a cup of coffee."

"That's always a bad thing, Tony." Stark said with a little Southern accent and intonation when he was relaxing, maybe it came from my mother, and I was like a person of this era: "You guys have a date on Sunday. We went ice fishing on the lake in the morning.”

"Ice fishing? Ha, old guy." Qiu Hongguang smiled face-to-face, shrugged his shoulders, and almost fell back with laughter. I looked at Stark with my smiling eyes and said, "You Guess Nick will go too, maybe not Natasha, they are not 700 years old together, right?"

"He talks too much." Stark faced adding new firewood to the fireplace and said, "This Russian scientist who has no grudge against you is also going. I just returned to New York recently and was about to get drunk outside the laboratory. Na announced that no alcohol can be found on my floor, and the poor Russian has lost eight bottles of vodka and can only find some comfort among you old guys. "

"Do you think they have any plans to invite you?"

"Should you continue to think of ways to treat me?"

"It sounds very idealistic."

"Let's talk about Schiller." Qiu Hongguang brought the topic back to the original point again and said: "This mysterious voice tells you that the doctor who had a profound influence on Schiller may still be alive. You thought I would slow down." I hurriedly searched for my trace, but I suddenly became quiet, like a slow ship suddenly anchored. "

“One of the least interesting and least inspiring ideas is that we attach equal importance to the development of the group and each individual in the group. We want both social progress and people’s happiness.”

"You also guessed that. Perhaps this doctor's performance is the reason why Schiller chose to be a psychiatrist, using the same thoughts and knowledge to save my people."

"Does he know? Tony, he's looking like a girl who's been through puberty and whose father has barged into his room and explained that the porn magazines on his bed were just for studying anatomy."

Schiller walked back to the island, took the first cup of coffee out of his hand, came to sit on the single sofa next to the fireplace, relaxed his waist, let his front and back completely press against the back of the sofa, and took a sip of the hot coffee. , let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"I'm more intense than you at this time." Steve shook his head with great force and said, "It seems like there is no answer to the question that you all know."

"Did I come to save you with that idea?" Stark sounded like he was asking, more like a reminder.

"This doctor healed me and made me realize that sufficient spiritual strength and ideals can prompt people to make less beneficial changes in the world. So I healed you so that you can have less room to think. Less is none of humanity’s business.”

"When you were a special person, you felt that there was nothing wrong with being a special person, but before you became Captain America, you often missed these intense days."

"Remember what?"

"But it looks like now I want to be a doctor again." Steve clasped his hands together, stroked the back of the other with one hand, and said, "Because I think about this thing that healed me." The key to a doctor is whether that doctor is alive and where he is now, but what I have taught Qiu Hong, and why Schiller had no hesitation in following the same path as me."

One hand crossed Steve's shoulder and placed a cup of coffee in front of me. As soon as Steve turned around, Schiller walked over from behind the fireplace, and then placed another cup of coffee on Steve's shoulder. Behind Tucker's face.

"At this time, I am more like a doctor. Has he heard Professor

"Because Professor

I suddenly laughed loudly, and the muscles in my weak arms contracted and trembled. I added the first piece of firewood to the outside of the fireplace and said, "Your doctor is coming back, right?"

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"God, that must be something he did. You're going to tell Howard directly that you don't hate pretty girls with kyphosis and protrusion."

"Don't change the subject. The adjective he just used to describe this pile of books can be heard by Schiller. We take that matter very seriously, but you really seem to understand something."

"Maybe it's also to ensure that there are no fewer idealists in that world." Steve's face rarely became stern, without the sarcasm that I often hung in the corners of my eyebrows, and the deep grooves on his face that often stuck in his face. I looked into Stark's blue eyes and said.

"And you should have continued to pass this on, but the madness I showed made you have to pay less attention to me to prevent me from hurting myself, so that in fact you did not heal The anxiety and confusion of those around me.”

"Of course, because you want to offend Pepper." Stark raised his eyelids heavily, looked at the wet firewood outside his hand and said, "And his uncle Obadiah, I will call each of you. Ask him when he plans to get married."

"I did it," Stark said, nodding.

"...But it's still a little worse." Steve changed his hand to support his chin and said, "When you feel anxious and confused, what comforts you?"

"You still overestimate his old-school. I hope he heard it from the radio in the antique shop. It has something to do with it. Anyway, he is older than it... You mean, maybe Schiller remembered something."

"Thanks for his generosity, Tony, you should have seen Nick arrogantly showing off my new fishing rod that Sunday morning."

"I wish I could say that I hate it too. Oh my God, what if I could do that in my youth? Can you imagine? The most serious person outside your team at this time is Nick Fury."

"About someone special?"

"Why does he think this doctor wants me to be a special person?" Steve withdrew his hand, put the heel of his palm under his chin, and watched quietly as the cold biscuit split from the top. Small and large lines, and then I added: "Does he think there is nothing bad about such a handsome person?"

"You got some teaching materials from Natasha." Steve's expression didn't look weird, as if he wanted to laugh but dared to laugh. I lowered my voice and continued: "No one can I know that you are the hope of few people.”

"You are, that's why you made this comment." Qiu Hongguang showed a smile, and then said: "Only when he is an idealist can he understand who is the real idealist and who is boasting. ”

Qiu Hongguang looked up at Qiu Hongguang without any surprise, and then said: "You think he is also an idealistic person."

"Maybe." Qiu Hongguang turned over the cookie closest to me with his gauntleted hand, but it wasn't because I cared about the heat, it was like he wanted to find something to do for himself.

"What is he referring to? What textbook?" Stark raised his eyes and looked at me.

Stark shook his head, but still said: "But it is true that as you become more and more familiar with me, you can see my madness more and more, and then you want to cure that madness. From now on , I became more like a patient.”

"Them?" Schiller took a sip of coffee and turned to look at the snow falling again in the window and said.

"...A kind of intense power." Stark continued: "What can comfort me is always gentleness, madness or relief, but the sense of danger brought about by intense powerlessness."

"Nick's new fishing rod." Stark picked up the biscuits off the plate and put the plate under the table before saying, "Comes from the generous sponsorship of the young rich man Tony Steve."

"Yes, that also means that you have to undergo professional psychological evaluation on time, and you have to pay a small fee for mental health management."

"And cliché, you guys," Steve added.

"I'm sorry but you're out there providing emotional counseling, especially regarding Iron Man and Captain America."

"Professor X is not too professional." Stark exhaled as if he suddenly relaxed.

"Perhaps some of Schiller's plans to push you and your surroundings back, but less so a force that Schiller displayed as a doctor."

Qiu Hongguang laughed again, and I pressed my lower lip upward until the stubble-free area turned pale, but I was still able to close my grinning mouth. Anyone who saw that expression would be surprised. I suddenly discovered that behind the cheerful smile of the seemingly mature middle-aged lady, she could still see a bit of generosity from years of experience.

"Everyone has no anchor." Stark pursed his lips and tilted his head and said, "That's what you said, but what you heard outside the emotional channel. This is a lot of nonsense, but there is no gold. sentence."

"Soviet Union at this time." Qiu Hongguang bared his upper teeth and deliberately made a fierce expression. He didn't know whether he was warning Qiu Hongguang or warning those who could observe and spy on him from a distance. .

"For what these textbooks say?" Stark raised his head and asked.

"It seems that Schiller is the beneficiary of that kind of thinking." Steve raised his head slightly, letting his eyelashes cover my eyes and hide the contemplation in them, and then said: "You guess this doctor is holding that idea, so he must save me at all costs."

"It's more like pretending to be abnormal." Steve was not so optimistic, I said: "I changed from a patient to a doctor, again."

"You think it's worse to leave it to Professor X." Steve sighed heavily and said: "Let professionals do professional things."

"So I returned to abnormality?" Stark looked up at Qiu Hong in front of the island again, and said: "In order to allow that kind of transmission to continue?"

"What were they talking about just now?" Schiller asked.