Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

Cynthia didn't want to go back to the Avengers Tower to face a group of superheroes, and she didn't want to expose Kal-El's address to Stark, much less her own address.

Therefore, when she was passing through New York, she randomly scared a lucky passerby, and used his mobile phone to call Stark, who had left a number for her in advance, and explained the situation to him. The disheveled clothes were left in the alley, and he floated into the sky chicly.

The system that has seen everything: […]

"Hurry up...I want to go home..."

Cynthia was unconscious, murmuring in a low voice, and flew like a feather in a gust of wind.

【Wait a moment! 】The system suddenly shouted,【A task object has been detected 1000 meters away, and the mood is unstable at the moment, and timely counseling is needed. 】

[Oh, please! ] cried Cynthia, 【It's late now, and I'm so tired! 】

【Then don't go,】The system is unexpectedly easy to talk,【You have done a lot of things today, you really should take a break. 】

[...Are you serious? ] Cynthia said suspiciously.

【certainly. 】The system said, 【Let's go home. 】

Cynthia flew forward for a while in doubt.

The system was quiet for a while, and then said casually: [But the task object is very poor, he is only 16 years old, and he has to go to high school tomorrow. 】

Cynthia slammed on the brakes: […]

System: [Hey, why don't you leave? 】

Cynthia: [...Damn it. 】

Even with the bright lights of Queens, New York, there are always a few dark places to inhabit.

Spider-Man Peter Parker was curled up on the edge of the roof of the building, and there were bursts of pain from the wound on his body.He buried his head deeply between his knees, clutched the back of his head irritably and helplessly, and let out a long sigh.

Cynthia quietly floated next to him, looking at the red and blue uniform, and asked hesitantly: [Is he the new hero who is always trending on Twitter and headlines in newspapers recently?Spiderman? 】

【Yes. 】The system said,【After an accident, he has a spider-like superpower, and he wants to use it to help others, just like superheroes, but he can't always achieve perfection.Every time he made a mistake, he would blame himself for not fulfilling his duty. Over time, he doubted himself and felt that he could not be a real hero. 】

【…】

Cynthia was silent for a while, then asked in a low voice: [Why do people like them always like to blame themselves?No one is perfect, and casualties are inevitable in disasters... Don't they see themselves as human beings? 】

【Cynthia...】

Cynthia shook her head, slowly revealed her figure in the night sky, and sat lightly beside Spiderman, like a feather falling in the wind.

"Hey." She greeted him softly.

Spider-Man: "!"

Spider-Man jumped up in shock, jumped up into the air, quickly fell down to the roof, and then climbed up with his paws desperately.

"My God!...Oh my God!" He stepped back five meters in small steps, stared at Cynthia in horror, and screamed softly, "Who are you? I mean, What are you?...God! Are you a ghost!?"

"..."

Cynthia looked at his left shoulder. There were two bubbles of tears hanging under the big white eyes of the three-headed, chubby miniature Spider-Man. It frowned in fear. It hid the whole thing behind the neck of the big Spider-Man. It looked pitiful and weak.

She was silent for a while, then said with difficulty: "...I am indeed a... ghost."

Spider-Man let out an unbearable gasp.

He backed up a few steps stiffly, and stammered, "I, I, I, I'm going home, you know, my aunt is still waiting for me at home, and I haven't bought eggs yet... just, just... please is you……"

Little Spider-Man struggled to hide behind his neck, shaking like a baby bird in its nest.

Cynthia couldn't stand it anymore: "Wait a minute. Stop. I have no malice towards you, okay? In fact, I was summoned by you."

"What? Summoning?" Spider-Man was flat against the wall behind him, looking as if he would quickly crawl away at any moment, "I didn't summon anyone..."

Cynthia had to sound like a gypsy witch with a crystal ball: "It's your heart that calls me, boy."

"...my mind?"

Spider-Man poked his head forward cautiously, like some kind of cautious plush creature, and when he saw Cynthia's appearance clearly, he opened his eyes in surprise: "Hey! Why do you look so much like Ms. Cynthia? I I mean... wait a minute, you..."

"I'm 'Ms. Cynthia', that's right. But generally I prefer people to call me Cynthia directly." Cynthia took a break.

Spider-Man covered his face with his hands in horror.

"What?!!" he screamed, "You're Cynthia? 'That' Cynthia?' 'Cynthia' Cynthia?? But you're not dead... oh my god."

He swallowed hard.

"So... so there are ghosts in this world, right? People become ghosts when they die?"

Cynthia shrugged.

"Hmm... Maybe, I'm not sure." She said, "After all, I haven't seen any other ghosts."

"But, but you... you exist, right? You are a ghost."

"I'm different." Cynthia coaxed, "After I died, I became the messenger of the moon god. I can hear people's inner voice and I can help them. That's why I appear in front of you .”

"……Oh……"

A dry onomatopoeia escaped Spider-Man's throat.

"Uh, I was just thinking about it...it's not really a big deal...I mean," he moved his hands nervously in the air, "I'm fine! Don't bother the moon god to care about me! Give me some Time, I'll just sit here for a while, tomorrow will be fine, I promise!"

It's clear that Spider-Man is trying to look motivated, and failing that, unsurprisingly.He looked like a deflated ball, his large white eyes drooping in guilt and frustration.

"Damn... oh no, I mean, I'm sorry my heart bothered you, actually I've always liked you... uh, admired you? A fan of yours?...Anyway, sorry to bother you Now, you don't need to come here to see me, I, I'm just a nobody..."

Cynthia was amused by his simple and youthful appearance.

"That's not what you tell me in your heart, child," she said gently. "Why don't you tell me? I'm not real, and I don't pass words on to others. After today, you told me All will cease to exist. Let me be your tree hole—it's better to pour it out than to hold it in, isn't it?"

Spider-Man stared blankly at her holy face, her body as bright as the moonlight, and the pitiful smile on her face.Obviously there was a wind blowing from the empty roof, the moon and stars were right above his head, and the traffic flowed slowly under his feet, but he felt an unparalleled sense of comfort, as if he was in a church, listening to the distant and clean singing of the choir, and there was a world within walking distance. It is a god.

"I..." He said hoarsely, then stopped hesitantly.

"What's wrong with you?" Cynthia looked at him with encouraging eyes and asked softly.

Spider-Man sighed dejectedly.

"I just don't know if I made the wrong choice," he said, bowing his head. "I've got this ability, and I want to use it to help others—Uncle Ben said 'with great power comes responsibility." Bigger.', but I just can't seem to handle that responsibility...I always screw things up."

There was no one on the roof of the building, and Spider-Man's voice was small and weak, as if he would die in the evening wind at any moment.

"In the face of those accidents, I would make mistakes, I would be too late, I would not know what to do... I felt like I was just an ordinary high school student, not some cool and powerful 'Spider-Man'."

"I can't be as comfortable as Iron Man, I can't build authority like Batman, I can't be as strong as Captain America... I'm not even brave enough."

He bent his body in frustration, curled up on his left shoulder representing the villain in his heart, aggrieved and helpless.

"When danger comes, I always feel timid, my spider sense is always the first to tell me: 'Run away!', and the sad thing is, I really want to escape...Why did God put this ability Give it to me? Give me such a cowardly and cowardly bastard? My God, I didn't even know how to fight before!"

He covered his head in pain and murmured: "Maybe I made the wrong choice, maybe I shouldn't be Spider-Man, because I know I can't become a superhero like Mr. Stark, the only thing I can do It’s just the little things—the little things like saving a kitten from a tree, helping a granny across the road.”

"I feel...I feel like I'm not hero material and never will be."

He said sadly, and the little man on his shoulder wept sadly.

Cynthia looked at him quietly. The night in New York was always colorful, and the neon lights reflected on the uniform of the young hero. He looked like he was about to blend into it, and it seemed as if he would disappear in the next second.

"Have you ever wondered," she said softly, "what kind of inner workings are people like Captain America, Iron Man...and Batman?"

"...What?" Spider-Man raised his face suspiciously.

"Do you really think they won't be afraid? When faced with those extreme dangers, don't they really want to back down?" Cynthia said, "Stark is so high-profile every time he plays, he is a billionaire and It's Iron Man, and you really think he can do that without breaking a sweat?"

"I……"

"They are all human beings, and they wouldn't be afraid without humans," she said firmly.

"Fear is already there when we are born. We are afraid of the dark, we are afraid of outsiders, we are afraid of monsters under the bed... Fear is a trait rooted in the human heart. It is not shameful and does not need to be abandoned."

She looked at the young hero tenderly, and said in a low voice: "I've seen videos of you fighting - you know, you are very popular on the Internet. I can see that when you face those monsters and villains , You are indeed afraid. But you did not choose to back down, but you went forward to protect the crowd standing behind you, even though you knew you couldn’t beat them.”

Spider-Man raised his head in confusion, looked into her moonlit eyes, and heard her say, "You know what? At that moment, no one will think that you are not a superhero."

"Courage is always the most beautiful hymn of human beings. Everyone praises the brave, envies the brave, and hopes to become like them. But how many people have thought about what real courage is?"

"It's not fearless, nor is it infinite regret brought by impulsiveness, nor is it a fluke mentality for the coming crisis. It's knowing that you will fail, or even life-threatening, but still because of the thread in your heart. Go forward with faith.”

"Courage is fighting against yourself, it's going against the odds, it's daring to do what others don't, my boy."

Cynthia stretched out her arms, and gently touched the young hero's head.

"Humans need heroes who save them, and more importantly, heroes who help them. When a cat is freed, a child holds a balloon that flies away, and an old woman walks smoothly through the intersection, no one will think that you are not a superhero. hero."