American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

Schiller was standing next to the hospital bed with a patient without arms, still in a coma, and Dr. Connors adjusted the equipment and said, "The kind of drug the military gave them did not. It's not perfect, and it's likely to damage their nervous system."

He sighed and said, "I'm not sure if I can wake up."

"Is he your former comrade-in-arms?"

"No, I haven't seen him on the battlefield, but he is also my comrade-in-arms. We all went to the battlefield with the same belief."

Stark stood on the other side of the hospital bed in silence. He was very sensitive to the emotions of others, but he always felt that Connors was very calm, calm like the sea before the storm.

Stark wondered, if it were him, would he do anything to get revenge on those who brought him such pain and anger?

Stark never thought that one day he would stand in his opponent's shoes and think for them.

This angle gave him a lot of shock, because he found that the so-called bad people he once thought could not do better than them if he were himself.

This is something that Stark never expected. He has always felt that he is omnipotent, but now he finds that his arrogance may be based on the vacuum that others have built for him.

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During this time, he has experienced firsthand the difficulty of coping with everything by himself without Pepper's care and without Obadiah's protection.

On the one hand, he learned to take care of himself with difficulty, and on the other hand, he had to deal with various forces with all his might. Those treacherous methods that he once disliked, he had to learn if he didn't want to, and he had to use them if he didn't want to.

It was only at this moment that Stark realized that maybe he had been living in the cradle before. He had lived for so many years, and maybe it was only recently that he had just stepped out of the swaddling clothes and faced the real world as a toddler.

Schiller asked: "What are you going to do? Although Robert is dead, the officers of the Tartu Department have not all disappeared. They have always believed in their super soldier theory, and once they discovered that the information of the Extremis plan was leaked, They will definitely try their best to kill them all."

"After all, once the information you have is exposed, the prestige of the entire military system will be shaken. Even if it is not an officer of the Tartu Department, this kind of thing will not be allowed to happen."

"I was prepared a long time ago," Connors said. "I was prepared to be a dumbass."

"What do you think I'll do? Avoid the military and try to release this information?" Connors shook his head and said, "I already knew that this was useless."

"Those people always have a way to make ordinary people believe what they should believe, and erase everything that ordinary people shouldn't believe. Even if I have a way to convince some people that this is true, people are forgetful."

"As we have been, when we go to the battlefield, everyone applauds us and calls us heroes, but when we come back, the indifference and discrimination we suffered will not be because of the glory of the past. And get better."

"We only disappeared in this society for a short time, and they forgot us. Forgetting is a terrible thing. It can turn white into black, and it can also eliminate all the deep sins of the past."

"I'll keep waiting. I've been waiting for a long time, and I'm not afraid to wait longer."

"I'll wait until they have no way to wipe my name from history before revealing all this."

Connors' tone was calm, but everyone could feel a power in his tone, which might be the precipitation of anger and the condensation of the flame of revenge.

In the middle of the night, when Schiller was just about to go to bed, he received a call from Stark, who said, "I'm making an appointment for two hours of psychotherapy now."

"Do you want me to scold you again?"

"I mean it, I'll pay for the consultation."

"Last time, you also had to pay the consultation fee."

Stark was speechless. He stomped his feet and said, "I'm on the roof of your house now. If you don't come up, I'll let Jarvis activate emergency wake-up measures."

After a while, Schiller stood on the edge of the roof, Stark was wearing a mecha standing with him, Schiller asked: "Has anyone told you that whenever you don't sleep in the middle of the night, you run out in a mecha. It's like writing a big line on your face - 'I'm a bereaved dog no one wants'?"

"I repeat, I paid for psychotherapy, not for scolding."

"Then I'll say it again, others won't be scolded because they won't ask a psychiatrist to give them two hours of psychological treatment at two in the morning."

"I'll pay you for overtime, whatever you want."

"It seems that you can only use this mecha and the fact that you have money to cover up your very insecure state now."

Stark was silent.

"Every time you come to see me wearing a mecha, it's like you're telling me that your current situation is difficult and you need to pay more."

"No wonder you raise the price every time."

Stark hesitated for a moment, but he opened the visor, and said, "Do you think you think I should do something? I mean... even the things about Connors, I don't like the military. As a hero of justice, should I teach those inhumane demons a lesson?"

"Just say it if you want to help Connors."

"I didn't want to help him, how could I want to help the big lizard that made a mess of my building?"

"I just want justice, and I think anyone who sees that plan would want to do that?"

"You can admit that these actions of Connors have brought you a lot of shock. You never thought that a person intends to continue to wait in this darkness, to continue to wait for the light that does not know whether it will come or not. day."

"You find that the way he seeks justice seems to be different from yours. In this world, it's not like putting on a suit of iron and beating criminals with great fanfare, that's justice."

"You really can't bear it."

"Okay, I admit..." Stark sighed slightly, closed his eyes, and said, "I can't imagine what kind of belief he has to keep developing those medicines, he is alone When you're in the lab, don't you feel hopeless? Don't you feel helpless?"

"When I'm facing those pressures, even if I have a genius brain, even if I have the entire Stark Group and the most money in the world, I feel a little... It's really hard, no one is there to accompany you , fighting alone, I don't know when I will be the leader."

Stark's Adam's apple moved, and he said, "It will take at least a few years from Connors to learn about the plan and the time he develops the lizard serum? Has he always lived like this? Haven't you gone mad in this environment?"

Stark has experienced this kind of despair. Obadiah was in a coma, Pepper was busy turning the tide, and the days and nights Stark spent alone in the laboratory, loneliness was like pouring out of the abyss. Kuroshio, Stark can only use the anesthesia of alcohol to stop thinking about when he will float to the shore.

But he knew that Dr. Connors had been drifting like this for several years. Compared with Stark, Dr. Connors didn't even have a boat. He was holding a wooden board that was about to decay in the storm. After wandering for countless days and nights, knowing that this sea is likely to have no shore, he still refuses to give up.

It was because of Stark's experience that he knew how hard that kind of loneliness was, and he also realized that no amount of wisdom could brew an antidote for this kind of suffering, and he didn't have any sense of superiority to despise it here. A person who struggles in the midst of suffering.

"I think you've always called yourself Peter's elder, yes in terms of age, but maybe not in some ways."

"What does this mean? I was originally his elder. I was the one who invited the parents to his school two days ago."

"I mean, maybe in some ways, you have to learn from him too."

"Learn from him? That idiot?" Star pouted and said, "What can I learn? Like he beat a stinky **** and still trembling? If it was me, Stark's father would definitely let that trash. I know it's great..."

"I say Peter because you don't want to hear another person's name."

Stark opened his mouth and said, "I'd better go and ask Peter. You don't have to give the other suggestion, or I'll deduct the money."

After he finished speaking, he closed the mask of the battle armor with a click, and flew away directly, Schiller shook his head.

He thought that the growth of these superheroes was like a rich picture scroll slowly unfolding before his eyes.

When he personally participated in this process, he realized that these people are indeed superheroes, but they are also ordinary people~www.NovelMTL.com~ Peter, Stark, Spider-Man, Iron Man so.

Their transformation is not something that can be shown in one or two scenes and a few lines in the comics. The troubles of their growth are like a mess, and they can't be rationalized and can't be explained.

Their mood ups and downs, emotional changes, every shake, every firmness, are full of complex and bizarre thoughts, just like the subtle changes brought to them by the brain of every ordinary person, there are countless innumerable.

It also made Schiller understand that the moving stories, heroic sacrifices and firm beliefs he had seen in movies and comics were not born this way.

These superheroes are like a piece of steel that has been tempered thousands of times. Schiller can see the process of forging them. The sound and tremor of each knock, and the flames of each cluster of violent collisions are like Filling the soul with the fuel to keep it alive can give him more stimulation than a mediocre life.

Until one day, the hearts of the heroes turned into glittering gold, and the process of these trials and hardships was written into a legendary story.

If people who read these stories see the glorious and great side of the heroes, Schiller, a reader deeply immersed in the stories, is more willing to write down the growing troubles of these tiny and trivial heroes.

Record their laughter, scolding, joys and sorrows as ordinary people, until one day, after those sung stories are forgotten, there are still traces of heroes who are not heroes in this world.

Remain, greatness is born out of the ordinary, and will eventually be attributed to the ordinary, this answer.

Chapter 96 The Pain of Growing Up (Part 2)