American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

"I think you may have misunderstood..."

Natasha's voice came from the other end of the phone: "No, you don't need to explain. Besides, S.H.I.E.L.D. actually has medical insurance for family members. As I said, our welfare benefits are quite good..."

"I didn't... wait, you mean the money? 30% of the amount Nick reported??? So high??? Captain America's bonus is only 18%..."

"Oh, yes yes, thank you for your comfort, she's okay..."

Natasha said on the phone: "I heard Stark wanted to hire some neuroscientists for his mech, to do further modifications, and I would like you to remind him, even though Colonel Rhodes resigned his mech. The military will never give up the position, even if there is no air force, there are still the army and navy, this trouble is far from over..."

Schiller said: "I see, I believe that Stark should be able to handle these things by himself."

In fact, Schiller is right, Stark really needs to deal with these things alone, and what's more troublesome is that he has to learn to take care of himself now.

Before, most of Stark's weapon manufacturing departments and military industry departments were managed by Obadiah, but now, Obadiah is still in a coma because of serious injuries, too old, and poor resilience. Before she woke up, Pepper was going crazy, and she wished she could split it into eight people by herself.

Originally, Pepper was only Stark's private secretary. Even if he helped him manage the company, he was only in charge of some personnel and procurement matters. As a result, now that Obadiah is lying down, Pepper began to take over the entire Stark industry in an all-round way. Group, she no longer has much time to worry about Stark's life.

As we all know, Stark's self-care ability in life is basically zero. Originally, he and a good friend of Rhodes could go to sleepover, but now Rhodes is also on vacation. No matter how smart Jarvis is, he is just an electronic Life can't take care of Stark in every way.

Schiller and Stark stared wide-eyed across the door of the clinic. Stark patted the door and said, "Let me in! It's still daytime, don't you open the door here?"

"You didn't have an appointment, so of course we didn't open the door."

"Damn it, why can they all come and go at any time, but I can't?"

"You also said that they will leave at any time, so how long are you going to stay here? Don't tell me it's a month."

"Uh... It's not that long. It mainly depends on how long Pepper will be busy. I guess with her wisdom, she can take over the entire Stark Industries Group in about three weeks."

"Three weeks? I suggest you turn left to S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Hey, you know I don't want to go there, there are two of Howard's old comrades in arms." Stark bent **** and made a quotation mark gesture.

"Having a tea party every day, recalling their World War II years or something, I can't stand it..."

As he said, Stark was about to push the door and go in, Schiller put his hand against the door on the other side, and he said, "Listen, I'm very touched that you stayed up all night studying neurological data for me, but that doesn't mean that So you can stay here for a month..."

"That spider boy can do it, why can't I?"

Schiller took a deep breath and opened his mouth.

Stark outside the door glared at him. He was not wearing a mecha now, and the wind was blowing so hard outside that he had to scramble to hold down his scarf.

Well, it looks a little pitiful.

Schiller hesitated for a moment, and Stark pushed open the door directly and squeezed in. After entering, he patted the coat on his body, then looked up and down and said, "Your house is truly the structure and function that I have ever seen. The most mismatched."

Schiller regretted it immediately, but he regretted more later.

As a friend, Iron Man is indeed very loyal. If he only appears in front of you once a month, you will think that he is the best friend in the world. He is smart, rich and loyal.

But when he swayed in front of you every day for a month, you would just think he was a piece of shit.

Stark is a typical representative who can only be seen from a distance. Soon, Schiller understood how wise it was for Rhode to pack his bags and travel to Antarctica so quickly. He definitely expected the current situation. Just left New York without stopping.

The next morning, before Schiller got up, he heard the movement downstairs. Stark opened his mouth to avoid the refrigerator. As soon as he turned around, the cuff of his sweater rubbed against the edge of the dining table. A finger ripped out the sleeve, and quickly ran upstairs to change clothes.

When he came down again, his mouth kept babbling: "Damn, I think the air here is full of oil, why can't you clean this place well? God, the dust on the handrails here is so thick. It hasn't been cleaned in ten years, and those picture frames are simply a delivery room for bacteria..."

"Oh, the kettle, and this kettle, did you know that the steam it spews may contain a variety of bacteria that are bad for the respiratory tract..."

"Damn it, don't come here! You rat, I'm allergic to hair, while I go, has it been vaccinated? Shouldn't it still have some plague on it?" Stark shuddered to himself.

After breakfast, Stark leaned on the sofa in the living room and said into the phone, "Oh, yes, yes...sweetheart, I'm not so free lately, magazine cover? Then you'll have to ask Ask the bald editor, you know, I'm busy over there in Hollywood, Olivia? No, no, she's not as pretty as you, and of course, I don't think anyone was sexier than you on that show..."

Schiller, who was sitting by the window writing his thesis, couldn't bear it anymore and hit Stark on the back of the head with a ballpoint pen. Stark let out an "Ow" and turned his head to look at Schiller in shock.

After a while, Peter came, and the two started playing games together again.

When these two people meet, it really fully explains what it means to wake up in the morning without going to sleep at night.

When Stark was in the laboratory, the day and night were basically reversed. He usually started experiments at six or seven o'clock in the evening, until eight or nine in the morning, and then slept until the afternoon. when he was most inspired.

Originally, Peter often stayed up all night, but he stayed with Schiller for a period of time because of the renovation of the house. Schiller's schedule was very healthy. Maybe I adjusted my schedule, and now I basically go to bed around twelve o'clock.

As a yellow-haired mouse, Pikachu is actually a nocturnal creature, and the most active time is from three to four in the morning.

So, when Stark came, the three and a half people in this house all lived in different biological clocks.

The fierce conflict between work and rest time made the whole house a mess. When Schiller was packing up and preparing to go to bed, Stark just woke up. When Stark and Peter were playing the game, Peter was sleepy, waiting for Stark. When he and Pikachu fought until dawn, and when he was exhausted and ready to go to sleep, Schiller was awake again.

Not to mention that there are two superheroes flying around New York with nothing.

Iron Man usually saves the world during the day, which means sacrificing his sleeping time during the day, so he will occasionally jump up from ten to eleven in the morning when Pikachu is sleeping soundly, suddenly jumping up like a corpse to save the world, for this reason Pikachu nearly urinates in Stark's water glass.

The good neighbor Spider likes to go out at night, and also sacrifices his sleep time at night, usually in the early morning when Schiller is sound asleep. For this reason, every time Peter goes out or comes back, he is often flying up. ballpoint pen and teacup hit the back of the head.

Steve and Stark, who come to visit from time to time, have an irreconcilable contradiction. Every time Steve runs by in the morning, Stark is still awake. He couldn't sleep, and he was going to duel with Steve in his steel suit.

When the two disbanded on the spot after the fight, it was almost noon. That's right, Peter, who stayed up until midnight, got up again...

Natasha stood at the door of the clinic and asked Schiller very puzzled: "Excluding your pets, there should be three of you here~www.NovelMTL.com~ but why can I only see one of them forever??"

"My colleagues in the statistics department have given up the timetable for your activities. Every time I come here to find someone, it's like a lottery draw."

Schiller was also very angry, he said: "This is my house, of course their schedules follow me, and my schedule is the healthiest, I go to bed at eight o'clock in the evening and wake up at five in the morning. A more regular schedule?"

Stark is also very righteous, he said: "There is no great scientist who does not do experiments all night. Night is the best time God has given humans to use their genius brains. Please, the invention I made at night can change this. World, why should I tune in?"

Peter also complained: "How can there still be a good baby who goes to bed at nine o'clock at night? My classmates are like this, and there are too many new games released recently, why do I stay up late, you have to ask those game manufacturers why Put all the fun games on sale this month..."

Pikachu made more sense: "I'm just a mouse! You actually expect a mouse to adjust its schedule like a human?!"

The symbiote was also very aggrieved. He said in Schiller's mind: "Their brains are always particularly fragrant in the middle of the night, and they smell really delicious..."

Finally, one night, Schiller slept until the early morning, the symbiote was desperately swallowing in his brain, and as soon as Schiller was woken up, Stark rushed into the door with excitement and shouted: "I know this is What's the matter!!! Come and see! Look here! What do you think of this structure? As a neuron of a nano-neuron... I'm a genius! It must work!"

The next morning, Pepper was at the door of the psychological clinic and received a confused Stark who was thrown out with his luggage.