[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Tony: Oh, it's been found.

Subduing Hannibal was an extremely simple matter for Tony, but he dawdled for a long time.

Tony felt like he was socially dead.

Jason didn't move, just stood there watching.

Once Edward and Tony Stark are equated, certain things become very weird, weird to a degree of hell.

My legendary father... is it too fragrant?

Iron Man wants to lay hands on my dad?

Strange rich guys have added again!

Jason: Pupil quake.

He said with a complicated mood: [System, I think...]

System: [No, you don't want to. 】

Jason glanced at the handsome and handsome Tony again: [I want to see what my father looks like——]

The system is persuasive: [Imagine Tim, all your messy things revolve around him, but your father's emotional relationship is ten thousand times more complicated than his. 】

Jason:  …

System: [Are you ready?Do you know Tom Sue?No one can escape. 】

The system also emphasized: [Including you. 】

Jason's mood became more and more complicated. He looked at Tony, who had a relationship with Hannibal, and was a little suspicious of life.

--Are you serious?

Hannibal is an ordinary person with slightly better physical fitness, and it takes less than a second to knock him down by himself, but Tony Stark, who was able to chase him like a dog last time, managed to make Hannibal come back again and again. Get up on the ground and fight for a few more rounds...

Are you having fun?

Jason: Can't bear to look directly.

He didn't even have the mood to run away. Looking at this posture, Stark didn't seem to be planning to pursue the previous matter. He stood here for a long time for such a big person, and he stood alone for a long time.

After much deliberation, he couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation, so he could only attribute all the weirdness to "my dad is so delicious".

"That..." Jason hesitated, wondering if he should interrupt Tony, he hesitated for a while: "I won't bother you."

I shouldn't be here, I should be under the bed.

Jason rubbed his face, thought for a while, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket: "I called the police for you...Although, I think Hannibal should still get involved."

"That's what a good citizen should do."

Tony gasped, as if he couldn't believe his ears, he couldn't control the strength in his hand for a while, and knocked Hannibal unconscious with a bang.

Stop thinking!

He took a deep breath and turned around slowly: "What did you say?"

"I dialed 911."

"The next sentence?"

Jason paused for a few seconds, then said cautiously, "I think I'm a good citizen."

Tony's face was blank, trying to find a trace of joking on Jason's face, but was horrified to find that it was really Jason's thoughts from the bottom of his heart!

He stared at Jason sadly, sighed, touched his heart again, and the suit of armor retreated like water.

Jason: Whoa.

It has to be said that this armor made him crazy. So far, the only thing that made him so excited was the universal belt from last time.

Tony yanked off the mask, wiped his face, and stared at Jason seriously with his caramel-colored eyes.

Jason was taken aback.

What, you want me to tell the story of my father?

But Tony is not so unreliable, he abruptly fired a few solid retainers that can lock the door-Iron Man's armor is as magical as Batman's belt, some kind of In a sense it is omnipotent.

He looked at the airtightness of the room with satisfaction, then sat back on the sofa calmly, and raised his chin at Jason.

"I think we can talk now?"

Jason: ...Damn it, it seems like I've been tricked.

He reluctantly sat back on the sofa. After all, he couldn't beat Iron Man with armor, so it's better to be more sensible.

Tony: "What's up with PTSD?"

Jason blinked, not quite understanding why Tony brought this up suddenly, "Huh?"

Tony frowned: "The past is all over. I cleaned up a lot of your mess in New York-otherwise, do you think no one will trouble you if you change places?"

Jason blinked again, a little out of step with the situation, what does Iron Man mean by writing off all the shitty things in the past?

And this good thing?

"Uh..." Jason thought for a moment, then said slowly, "I fell down the stairs by accident."

The two stared at each other silently for a few seconds.

"What's the real reason?" Tony's voice became low and steady.

"Who knows." Jason shrugged and pointed to his head, "I'm trying to fix it."

"That's it." Tony replied softly.

Maybe it's because Hannibal's room is decorated too well, or Tony looks really... Jason hates to say it, but he looks like a gentle and considerate elder.

Maybe that's Tony's charm, he's been through so much without being too arrogant to ignore your pain.

Jason leaned against the soft back of the sofa, feeling as if he was trapped in a ball of cotton.

A desire to confide suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart.

He covered his eyes with his hands, and when he put them down again, Jason took off the mask that always hung on his face.

"Want to chat?" Tony also noticed this change, and he asked Jason in a casual tone, "It's just the two of us, and we'll act like nothing happened when we get out of here."

He took out a syringe, flicked the wall of the transparent tube, and injected the liquid into Hannibal's neck.

"I blocked all signals from this house," Tony replied.

Jason sneered, "You are always the same."

He froze for a moment, then fell silent again, because of what you subconsciously said just now.

Tony bent his eyes, and his caramel-colored eyes were full of smiles, "I guess I was doing too much."

He was right, Jason had arranged the house airtight before the appointment, enough for him to easily slit Hannibal's throat without leaving a trace.

"What happened to you?" Tony asked bluntly the question he most wanted to know.

Jason pursed his lips, then loosened them, bit the tip of his tongue anxiously, and decided to tell Tony about his problems frankly.

"I do not know."

Tony's pupils shrank sharply, and everything that happened before was explained, why Tim would hide Jason's resurrection from Batman, why Jason would do the exact opposite of the second-generation Robin in S.H.I.E.L.D. Why did he get PTSD from falling upstairs—

There is a famous paradox called the Ship of Theseus theory. If a wooden ship is tinkered with until every plank is replaced, is it still the same ship?

To put it another way, is it memory or the soul that determines a person's self?

Tony agrees more with the latter statement.

He thought for a while and continued to ask Jason: "Then do you want to restore your memory? I know many experts in the field of human memory."

"Thanks," Jason replied, "but I might not be ready, I've met a lot of people who knew me in the past, but... depending on their reaction, I might be a really bad guy"

Tony nodded, and changed the subject abruptly, "I've also been troubled by PTSD, and I know what it feels like."

He continued: "I am anxious every day, worrying about whether I will lose my life at any time, or that the people I care about and the world I care about will collapse one day, and I feel uncontrollable fear."

"But you're back now."

"Honestly—no." Tony stroked his chin. "I still have nightmares, and sometimes I still get scared after fighting."

"But it doesn't affect me anymore."

Jason listened intently, "Why?"

Tony thought for a while, and gave an example: "I know a person who has a super power, which is very powerful, but before he became a hero, he didn't have the slightest idea of ​​being a hero, and he never thought that he could be a hero." Do something with that ability."

Jason: "But he ended up being a hero?"

Tony nodded: "There is no complicated change of mind, it's just that in a disaster, he saved a person."

"He wasn't thinking about anything," Tony emphasized.

Jason didn't speak, as if he was thinking about something.

Tony picked up the teapot, refilled Jason's cup, and handed the steaming cup of tea to Jason: "This is also the reason why I can get rid of PTSD—stop thinking."

"Don't think about things that are far beyond Earth's technology, don't think about those dangers, don't think about my armor—don't let those thoughts fill your head."

"But think about who you are in the first place and what your original thoughts are."

"I've seen a lot of superheroes who just want to save someone, but then they get lost."

Jason Mosuo flicked the teacup in his hand twice, the heat of the tea passed through the wall of the cup to his hand, and several tea stems stood upright, floating up and down.

He thought about speaking, and worked hard to organize his words: "I can't remember who I am, but I should know what I want to do."

"justice."

After speaking, Jason frowned, feeling a little ridiculous, how did he manage to say this word smoothly?It sounds too idealistic.

Tony didn't show any sign of ridicule, he asked Jason seriously: "There are many ways to achieve justice, and you need to find a way that is unique to you."

Jason shook his head. He felt as if he hadn't succeeded in expressing his meaning, and seemed unable to express it. In the end, he could only say in frustration, intermittently: "It's not justice, I just..."

"Just what?"

"I just think some things are unfair." Jason murmured.

He rarely showed his confusion, "But I don't seem to be qualified to say this kind of fairness. I did do something when I was in Bludhaven, but—"

Tony waited patiently for him to speak.

"I found that instead of making things better, they got worse." Jason squeezed his fingers, "I broke a balance, and reality tells me it's best not to do this."

Tony clapped his hands, "You're right, but I can't give you a direct answer to what you said. My ideas may not suit you."

"I can introduce you to someone." He took out a business card from his pocket, handed it to Jason, and opened the door, "It's a mage."

"Good luck."

After Jason walked away, Tony started to deal with Hannibal. He just commanded the armor to lift Hannibal up, but suddenly froze.

"Damn it, he didn't finish the story."

The author has something to say:

A real psychiatrist can not only stun colleagues but also introduce business to other psychiatrists.

Did Tony eat melon today?No.