Chapter 95 Growing Pains (Part 1)

"I swear, I just pushed him! I didn't think... well, I was so angry at the time, and that bastard dared to scold Gwen!" Peter complained as he walked with his schoolbag on his back.

Stark patted him on the back and said: "It doesn't matter, even if you beat him up, it's nothing. If someone molests your girlfriend, you just give him a punch, which is considered light."

"I didn't punch him..." Peter was helpless.

"Okay, okay, I know, let's go, I hired an Italian chef, and we'll have pizza tonight." Stark said happily.

Things start from this morning.

Originally, Peter came to school happily this morning. He waited for Gwen at the school gate early in the morning. The two chatted while walking, and they were still reluctant to leave when they arrived at the class gate.

Public high schools in the United States don't care about dating at all. As long as you don't go too far, the teachers don't care.

Therefore, Peter and Gwen held hands and said goodbye at the door of the class. However, at this time, a member of the football team from the next class came over and not only mocked Peter, but also scolded Gwen with unpleasant words.

Peter was very angry. The football player came over and made obscene gestures to him. Peter pushed him in anger. Of course, the football player was almost embedded in the wall.

In fact, Peter was almost able to control that kind of powerful force, but he was angry at the time, and when he pushed the man, he used a relatively strong force, and the man flew out directly and broke a rib.

As a result, the other party's parents went to the school because of campus bullying. Of course, the school wanted to invite Peter's parents, but Peter couldn't explain to his uncle and aunt where he got such power. , Peter could only leave Stark’s phone number.

Of course, the teacher made a phone call to the headquarters in Stark Tower. After Jarvis received the call, he specifically forwarded it to Stark.

Stark drove a cool sports car to the school. How could the parents across the street not know the world's richest man? They said on the spot that it was a misunderstanding. Stark continued to encourage Peter, saying that he would That bastard should have been punched.

Gwen was also comforting her, saying that the bastard deserved it, but Peter was still very depressed. As a good student, he had never been asked by his parents since he was a child, but Stark still showed off his bad mouth everywhere. God, the fact that Peter invited Stark over because he got into trouble at school spread throughout the superhero circle.

Children of this age don't like others treating them as children, but this time, Peter was ridiculed by everyone in turn, and he was very depressed.

In the cafeteria of SHIELD, Steve said: "Actually, you can also leave my phone number. At least I look much more energetic than that bastard who stays up late and drinks all day long."

Colson next to him said: "At least in terms of age, it is definitely enough."

"In terms of seniority, I am Stark's uncle."

"But..." Steve cut a piece of steak and said, "You have to learn to control your emotions. It was the same when I first accepted the transformation. Once my emotions fluctuate greatly, I will be unable to control my superhuman strength. "

"Then how did you improve in the end?"

"On the one hand, you need to be aware of this problem. On the other hand, you can also seek help from some professionals to learn how to stabilize your emotions."

"Actually, I'm not a very angry person." Peter said somewhat depressedly, "But when it comes to certain issues, I can't help it."

Steve smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm the same way. When I was in the army, there were always troubles with Peggy and they would scold her, so I would beat them all up."

"Of course, you have to control your strength when you hit someone, otherwise you will easily get into trouble. But as long as you control your strength, it's just an ordinary fight. At most, you will be put in solitary confinement."

Coulson raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Captain America to have this side, but think about it. The perfect saint image in promotional videos and movies would never appear in reality no matter how much he thought about it.

In the evening, Peter came to Schiller's psychological clinic again. He said: "Doctor, I'm afraid I have to use your place to do my homework. My uncle and aunt insist on renovating all my bedrooms. The smell of paint It’s not over yet, I really can’t stay still.”

"Come in, go clean up that desk, Pikachu! Pikachu! Come here! Get your boxes of peanut butter away quickly. You have been occupying my desk for more than three days..."

Peter picked up Pikachu who jumped over and said, "Are you a little fatter? Why do I feel that you have become heavier?"

"Of course he's fat. If you ate five jars of peanut butter and two pounds of cheese a day, you'd be fat too."

Pikachu flicked his tail and said, "I advise you to mind your own business, kid. I'm just a mouse, not a bodybuilder. What's wrong with being fat?"

Peter opened his schoolbag at the table and took out the textbooks. Schiller was cooking in the kitchen and said, "I heard that your teacher asked the parents to call Stark? Wasn't the teacher mad at him?"

"I can't help it. How can I explain to my uncle that I can push a 90-kilogram rugby player away?"

"Oh, right." Peter turned around and said, "Doctor, can you teach me how to control my emotions? I didn't mean to hurt anyone, I was just too angry and couldn't control my strength..."

"Why do you do this? Why do you start thinking about controlling your emotions and restraining your power?"

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"I... because I don't want this power to hurt others after I lose control one day."

"Then why did you lose control?"

"Because that person cursed Gwen, and the curses were very ugly."

"Isn't that his problem? He should learn to control his emotions, not you."

"But..."

"You are always too good at reflecting on your own problems and putting everything on yourself, but the fact is that you are too far beyond the moral standards of ordinary people, which will bring you greater pain."

"You should not only look for reasons from yourself. Have you ever thought that it may not be you who is wrong, but the world."

Peter opened his mouth and said in confusion: "I thought... I thought a psychiatrist should be..."

"That's just what you thought."

Schiller came over with a plate. Peter smelled the aroma of scrambled eggs and swallowed his saliva. Schiller put down the plate and said: "Psychiatrists are not military instructors or school teachers. We are not responsible for telling you who is right or wrong in a certain matter. All the guidance and treatment I have given you are not responsible for you. , all stand on your side, that is, put yourself into your psychology, and then discover your psychological problems from another angle..."

"Okay, I know that sometimes I think too much, always worrying about things that haven't happened yet."

"This is a common problem for geniuses, and Stark is the same."

"What happened to Mr. Stark?"

"The day before yesterday, he had another big fight with Pepper, and went out to race cars out of anger. As a result, Connors saw it. The next morning, he was ridiculed by Connors, and then he met Steve again when he went out..."

"Then he called me and asked me if he was the number one jerk in the world, so the world was against him everywhere."

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"Then what?"

"Of course I gave him about two hours of psychological treatment, and then he reconciled with them."

Peter said half-doubtfully: "What treatment? So immediate?"

"I scolded him, and then he felt that other people's scolding of him was light, so of course they reconciled."

Peter felt sympathy for Stark at the time.

After a while, Peter finished his homework and finished his meal. He lay on the sofa in a daze, not playing games with Pikachu as usual.

Schiller was writing a paper on the table on the side. Peter put his arm on his forehead and said, "Why are there so many strange things in this world? Why do troubles always happen one after another? Why do people have so many troubles?"

"Because your life is getting better little by little, the better your life is, the more some trivial troubles seem to exist."

"Why don't you think about what kind of life you lived before you felt that you didn't have so many troubles? If this kind of trouble was in the past, would you care about it?"

Peter thought about it. When Uncle Ben and Aunt May had a bad physical examination, they had no money at that time, and Peter couldn't find a way out. If he had a dispute with his classmates at school at that time, he might soon forget about it because he had bigger troubles to deal with.

Compared with the pressure of survival, a little quarrel is nothing. If it was in the past, he would not have so much free time to lie here and complain. I guess he would still be running errands for others to make money.

Peter said: "Sometimes I always want to grow up quickly, go to college quickly, buy a house of my own, let my uncle and aunt live in a more spacious place, find a decent job, and get engaged to Gwen. Isn't that what adults do?"

"But sometimes, I hope this year will never pass. I can be a high school student forever. I only need to listen to classes in school every day, come back to do homework, and then sleep until dawn."

Schiller just listened quietly, and the slight sound of his typing echoed in the dim room.

"Sometimes I dream of many stars weaving a web, and I dream of becoming a huge spider. Maybe it's nice to be a spider, right?"

"Sometimes, I dream that I lost Uncle Ben and Aunt May, Gwen is gone, and I am the only one left in the world."

"They all say that dreams reflect the essence of a person's heart. Do you think so, doctor?"

"I long for freedom, but I am afraid of losing. I want to be a hero, but I don't even know what a hero is like..."

Peter fell asleep without waiting for an answer. The night sky outside the window was full of stars. Only the computer screen was still on in the room, and Schiller had left.

Pikachu hugged a pillow and stuffed it under Peter's head, then threw a blanket on it. He said to himself: "There are so many things for humans. Among the people who come and go every day, there is no one who is not worried."

Then he looked at Peter and said: "You are lucky, kid, maybe these people are lucky, even mice are the same..."

"How can there be no worries when growing up?"