The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

The air in Brooklyn’s winter morning has a crystal-like transparency. The snow that just fell the last snowflake two hours ago highlighted the footprints on the street, and you can still see the footprints trampled under the feet of the fresh snow. Solid trace.

Behind the brown wooden window frame and the slightly cool-colored glass, there was a burst of heat above the cup, and it twirled deftly in the air before disappearing, and then the aroma of coffee permeated the whole room. The feet that were a little stiff from the cold on the street also warmed up.

Stark and Steve are sitting side by side on the sofa in Hell's Kitchen Psychology Clinic. Steve is turning over the charcoal in the fireplace with iron tongs, while Stark is using the hand with the mech arm to hold the fire above the fireplace. Warm cookie dough 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 more normal lately." gone."

"Do you remember, how long has it been since we had coffee here?" Steve lowered his head and adjusted the position of the charcoal, the firelight was reflected on his face, Captain America's blue eyes were always clearly reflected All the light, whether it is morning light, sunset, or fire light, when he looked at those flames, it was always like lighting a lamp in a piece of ice.

"He hasn't been this patient in a long time." Stark said in a slightly reminiscent tone as he flipped through the biscuits. "There's not even time to stop and make yourself a cup of coffee."

"It's always a good thing, Tony." Steve, speaking with a little Southern accent and intonation when he's relaxed, probably coming from his mother, said just like people of that era: "We have a date on Sunday. Go ice fishing on the lake in the afternoon."

"Ice fishing? Heh, old guy." Stark laughed brightly, shrugging his shoulders, almost laughing, looking at Steve with smiling eyes and saying, "I guess Nick also Go, maybe Natasha, you must be five hundred years old together?"

"You said less." Steve began to add new wood to the fireplace, and said, "That Russian scientist who has a grudge against you is also going. He just came back to New York and was about to get drunk in the lab. Banner announced that there was no alcohol to be found on his floor, and that poor Russian lost three bottles of vodka and could only come to us old guys for some comfort."

"I guess you didn't plan 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, he called each of us to ask When are you going to get married?"

Stark started laughing again, pushing his upper lip down until the stubble started to turn white, but he still couldn't close his grin, which surprised anyone who saw the expression , Behind the overjoyed smile of this seemingly mature middle-aged man, he can still see a bit of the cute shyness of a young man.

"Let's talk about Schiller." Stark brought the topic back to the original point again and said: "The mysterious voice told us that the doctor who had a great influence on Schiller back then might still be alive. I thought he would I hurried to find traces of him, but he was suddenly quiet, like a clipper ship suddenly dropped anchor."

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

"I still underestimated your old school, hope you didn't hear it on the radio in the second-hand shop, it doesn't matter, you are older than it anyway...I mean, maybe Schiller remembered something."

"What do you remember?"

"Why do you think that doctor wants him to be an ordinary person?" Stark withdrew his hand, propped the heel of his palm on his chin, and quietly watched the heated biscuit crack from the top. lines, and then he added: "What do you think is so 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 after I became Captain America, I often missed that peaceful day."

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

"What are you referring to? What textbook?" Steve looked up at him.

"It was in the Soviet Union at that time." Stark gritted his teeth and made a fierce expression on purpose. I don't know if he was warning Steve, or warning those observations and prying eyes that can be cast from far away space .

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

"You know what? Tony, you're looking like a boy in adolescence and a dad who broke into the room and explained that the porn magazines under your bed are just for studying anatomy."

"God, this must be something you did, I'm going to tell Howard straight up that I just like curvy chicks."

"Hopefully he doesn't say he likes it too, oh god, young he sure does, can you imagine? The most serious guy on our team back then was Nick Fury."

"Don't change the subject. The adjective you just described that pile of books can't be heard by Schiller. They take this matter very seriously, but I do seem to understand something."

"About ordinary people?"

"Maybe." Stark flipped through the biscuit closest to him with his gauntleted hand again, but it wasn't because he cared about the heat, as if he wanted to find something to do for himself.

"One of the most interesting and inspiring points of view is that they regard the development of the group and each individual in the group as equally important. Both social progress and people's happiness are necessary."

"Sounds ideal."

Stark looked up at Steve in surprise, and said, "I thought you were an idealized person too."

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

"It seems that Schiller is the beneficiary of this kind of thinking." Stark lowered his head slightly, letting his eyelashes cover his eyes and covering his contemplation, and then said: "I guess the doctor is It is with this thought that we must save him no matter what.”

"Did he come to save us with the same idea?" Steve didn't sound like asking, more like prompting.

"That's what I guessed too. Maybe that doctor's performance is the reason why Schiller chose to be a psychiatrist, using the same thinking and knowledge to save others."

"He did it," Steve said, nodding.

"...But it's still a bit worse." Stark changed his hand to support his chin and said, "When I feel anxious and confused, what comforts me?"

"Maybe it was some Schiller project that pushed me and my surroundings forward, but it was more of a strength that Schiller displayed as a doctor."

"...a kind of calming power." Steve continued: "What can comfort others is never irritability, madness or urgency, but the sense of security brought by calmness and strength."

"At that time he was calmer than us." Stark shook his head slightly in a very small way, and said, "It seems that there are answers to all the questions we don't understand."

"At that time, he was more like a doctor. Have you heard Professor X's argument that psychiatrists must keep a distance from patients?" Stark then raised his eyebrows on both sides, so that a groove appeared on his forehead.

Steve shook his head, but still said: "But it is true that as we get more familiar with him, we can see his madness more, and then we want to cure this madness, and since then, he It's more like a patient."

"But it seems that now he wants to be a doctor again." Stark clasped his hands together, stroked the back of the other with one hand, and said, "Because he remembered the one who healed him." Doctor, the key is not whether the doctor is alive or where he is now, but what he taught Schiller, and why Schiller took the same path as him without hesitation."

"For the things in those textbooks?" Steve lowered his head but raised his eyes and asked.

"Maybe it's also to let more idealists in this world." Stark's face softened rarely, without the kind of sarcasm that he often hangs on the corners of his brows, and the expression that is often sunken in the grooves of his face. Irritated, he looked into Steve's blue eyes and said.

"The doctor healed him and made him realize how much good spiritual power and ideals can make a person make a beneficial change in the world, so he healed us so that we can also have more leeway to think more about all mankind."

"And we should have continued to pass it on, but the craziness he displayed forced us to focus so much on him to prevent him from hurting himself that we weren't actually healing the anxiety of those around us. and dazed."

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

"It's more like pretending to be normal." Stark is less sanguine, saying, "He went from being a patient to being a doctor, again."

"Then should we continue to find ways to treat him?"

"I think it's better to leave it to Professor X." Stark sighed slightly and said, "Let professional people do professional things."

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

He suddenly laughed lowly, and the muscles in his strong arms contracted and trembled. 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 have a professional psychological evaluation on time again, and I have to pay a lot of mental health management fees for this."

"Thank you for your generosity, Tony, I should see Nick showing off his new fishing rod this Sunday afternoon."

A hand crossed Stark's shoulder, and put a cup of coffee in front of him. As soon as Stark turned his head, Schiller had already walked past the fireplace, and then put another cup of coffee on Steve's before.

Schiller walked back to the island again, 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 stick to the back of the sofa, and took a sip of hot coffee , let out a contented sigh.

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

"Nick's new fishing rod." Steve picked up the biscuit on the plate, put the plate on the table, and said, "From the generous sponsorship of the rich man Tony Stark."

"And cliche, us," Stark added.

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

"I'm sorry, but I'm not here for emotional counseling, especially about Iron Man and Captain America."