"We have to analyze this matter in two parts..." Schiller placed two beer bottles and cans on both sides of the table.
"In the last era and this era, your personality and your mission." Schiller planned to finish the cold beer first, so he put the liquor aside, sorted out his thoughts, and then said:
"You are from the previous era, right?"
Steve nodded with his head down, raised his head and took two more sips of wine. Schiller dipped his fingertips into the spilled wine, drew a pattern on the table, and said, "Now, we are going to
Make sure, do you follow your personality or your mission more?"
Schiller's body language obviously changed. When expressing the two parts, he kept waving his hands in the air, but this was easier for Steve to understand. He asked: "Are you asking about me?"
Do you feel like Steve, or do you feel like Captain America?"
Schiller also nodded. Steve looked ahead blankly, as if alcohol had interfered with his thoughts. After a while, he said: "For a long time, people called me Captain America."
, I also felt that I was Captain America, so at that time, I was Captain America.”
"But when I woke up, I felt like I was Steve again. I didn't know what was wrong with me. Maybe I had a split personality."
"No, you don't, you have to listen to a professional psychiatrist..." Schiller repeated again, he said: "You don't have dissociative identity disorder, this is very normal..."
"Part of human's understanding of himself comes from society's need for him." Schiller first put forward a theory, fearing that Steve would not understand, he continued:
"Society needs Captain America more. The identity of Captain America can make you feel needed and allow you to prove your worth. Then you will feel that you are Captain America."
"At that time, the United States needed to recruit soldiers, and recruiting propaganda figures was needed. You knew that you were contributing to the country, so you willingly became Captain America."
"But when you wake up, Captain America is already dead. No one will have any expectations for him. No one needs you anymore. If you can't be Captain America, you will naturally have to be Steve."
Schiller took two sips of beer, threw the bottomed beer can aside, and took over the bottle of liquor that Steve had opened before. He lowered his head and said, "It seems like you are more inclined to the United States."
Captain, but this may also be a product of social and environmental domestication.”
"Let's not talk about the causes for now, let's just look at the results. Being Steve is just a forced choice because you can't be Captain America. In your heart, you still want to be Captain America."
"It's just that now, after all, it's a peaceful era. A few bad guys occasionally pop up. Their abilities don't match yours. It's easy to solve them. Finally, a Hydra comes to fight you. They haven't caused trouble recently.
, you won’t feel that you are needed.”
"Without this sense of imminent mission, you will start to think randomly, think about philosophy, and think about the meaning of life. This is the source of your anxiety. You hope that you will be needed."
Steve was silent for a while, but still nodded and said: "Am I like a warmonger? A violent maniac who looks forward to war every day..."
Schiller shook his head vigorously and said: "I've said it before, don't define yourself easily, you should listen to a professional psychologist..."
"The highest human need is to realize self-worth. This is a normal emotion that everyone will have. Look at Spider-Man, why did he change from a street hero to a scientific researcher? It's because, in the laboratory,
He is needed more."
"Although the work in the laboratory is more tiring and complicated, and the scientific research is very boring, there is no fun at all, and it is not as interesting as wandering around New York, but he is still willing to do it because he is needed.
"
"This kind of emotion of wanting to be needed and reflecting self-worth can even overwhelm reason in many cases. For example, you know that this job is hard and unprofitable, but sometimes you just continue to do it because the project has left you.
, it won’t be transferred.”
"If you think of Captain America as a project, you are indeed the core of this project. Without Captain America, all their publicity plans will become a bubble."
Schiller took two more sips of wine, and his speech became even more unclear, but his thoughts were distant but his will was clear. In other words, the psychiatrist's analysis had become his instinct, even when his brain was paralyzed by alcohol.
Able to point out problems to the point.
"The cause of your illness is that you fell from an environment where you were highly needed to an environment where you were not needed at all. The gap in self-worth realization makes you feel very sad."
Schiller took a deep breath, tried hard to open his eyes, and then said: "Returning to what we said before, the two-part question..."
"You are the Captain America of the previous era, and you are the Steve of this era. It can be seen from your previous attitude that you still like the identity of Captain America of the previous era. You feel uncomfortable with the identity of Steve of this era.
Confused."
"You have always been very nervous and want to restore the identity of Captain America of the previous era, that is, the perfect man in that golden age, who knew everything and had everything under control... You have always dreamed of being in this state.
.”
"But the reality is that part of it is because you are unwilling to adapt to this impetuous era, and part of it is because the times are indeed developing too fast and are gradually out of your control."
"I guess you will feel anxious and be stimulated to the point of losing control because of Spider-Man's suit. In fact, it is not only because the scene of his death left a shadow in your heart, but also because the public has been disappointed with generations of people.
Spider-Man attitude.”
"In your opinion, it is ridiculous and ridiculous to exalt the sacrificed generation of Spider-Man and belittle the second and third generations of Spider-Man. It is even more incredible that a hero who saves people should be reviled by the whole people."
"You know the truth of this matter, that is, the first-generation Spider-Man and the third-generation Spider-Man are actually the same person, so you feel that their completely different treatment is ridiculous."
"One has been praised to the sky, and for a certain period of time, his reputation even surpassed that of Iron Man and Captain America. The other is now at the forefront of public opinion. Everyone is reviling him, saying that he is a second-generation rich man who doesn't know the so-called...
…”
"But they are all Peter Parker. You know this, which further proves the prejudice in your heart. That is, people in this era are far inferior to those in the previous era. They are all a group of hypocritical and impetuous people.
Boy..."
"The continuous strengthening of such prejudices gives you more reasons to escape from the lifestyle of this era. They are all a bunch of rotten people anyway. Why should I learn their way of life? Why should I integrate into their society?"
"The more you look down on people of this era, the more you want to work hard to prove that the spiritual banner of the previous era is a perfect person, so the less you dare to make mistakes, the more nervous and anxious you are..."
"So, what is the most professional psychiatrist's advice?" Steve burped again and leaned back on the sofa, exposing his chest and neck that he had been covering up. Obviously, he was already a little drunk.
.
However, to Steve's expectation, Schiller did not speak at length, but remained silent until Steve called him: "Schiller?...Schiller?"
Schiller seemed to have woken up suddenly. After a while, he closed his eyes and shook his head, and then said: "What do you think I can do? If I had something, would I still be an American psychiatrist now?"
After hearing this, Steve suddenly remembered Schiller's identity. He was also an old man from the former Soviet Union.
"Oh, yes, I forgot, you are a Soviet." Steve leaned to one side, curled up on the edge of the sofa, and took two more sips of wine, completely ignoring that the spilled wine soaked his shirt.
"Okay, this time the Soviet Union won." Steve covered his eyes and said, "We meet again after such a long time. You are the doctor and I am the patient."
"Isn't it like this before?" Schiller leaned forward, stared at Steve, and said vaguely: "Only the Soviet Union can cure America's hypocrisy, exaggeration, and lack of practicality..."
Steve suddenly laughed, and the wine that he had not yet swallowed made him cough. He leaned forward again, nodded continuously and said: "Yes... yes... it's always been like this, we...
…We have a doctor-patient relationship with each other…”
"Steve, listen..." Schiller stretched out a hand. Steve focused his eyes on his hand. Schiller shook a finger, like those who start to brag when they are drunk.
,explain:
"I deceived the military, threatened Congress, and even killed a lot of important people. They were all fooled by me..."
"I am a liar and a bad person with no moral bottom line. If I want to do something, no one can stop me..."
"But...but..." Schiller took another sip of wine and said as if to maintain his consciousness: "Through my unscrupulous practice, I know...there is no way to come back to the previous era. Stop dreaming, Captain America.
The red giant can’t come back, and neither can the golden lighthouse…”
"So, I'm lucky?" Steve coughed twice, and then said: "The spirit of America is gone, the golden age is gone, but at least, the country is still there..."
"That's it... that's it... you American, are you satisfied?" Schiller slammed the bottle on the table, and then said: "I will never go back to my country, never."
No more…forever…forever…”
"She's still there, but she's not the same person anymore. They're different..." Schiller kept mumbling vaguely. Steve felt equally sad about the deep sorrow in his tone and mood, so he felt a little
He stretched out his hand tremblingly, pressed Schiller's shoulder and said:
"You can stay here, this is also your home, because there are your friends here, and we are all your friends..." Steve held his chest and retched, then wiped his mouth again and said:
"History will remember everything your country has given, and your friends will remember everything you have given..."
"You should say this to yourself." Schiller looked straight into Steve's eyes and said, "If you can comfort yourself like this, you won't need a professional psychiatrist like me..."
"I found out that you really care about whether you are professional or not..." Steve started to giggle, and his deep laughter echoed in the room, shaking the air constantly. He laughed and said: "
You are so drunk, and you still want to emphasize that you are a professional psychiatrist..."
"I'm not drunk." Schiller shook his head vigorously and muttered: "I can write you a pathological analysis right now. The wording is rigorous, the sentences are beautiful, and even the punctuation marks are correct..."
Steve laughed even harder, and the anxiety and depression, along with the chaos and madness brought by alcohol, completely dissipated.
The two of them sat on both sides of the table, like a doctor and a patient across the table, talking freely and without scruples as comrades and friends. They were also like a previous era, waving to each other and greeting each other across the Pacific Ocean.
Steve covered his face and couldn't help laughing. After a while, he recovered and said, "You know what? You and Howard are really alike."
"After he was drunk, he wrote me a 20,000-word article on the anti-gravity of automobile wheel hub transmission system... and some possible research on it. Then he dragged me and made me listen to his thesis report, and he still blamed me.
Why don't you ask him questions..."
"Then he is so unprofessional. Does he still think he is a college student?" Schiller also started to laugh, and then said: "I have always been the only one who picks other people's problems. In this world... there is no one... better than me...
More professional…”
The bottle of wine in Schiller's hand was loose, and he was leaning on the side of the sofa, as if he was drunk.
Seeing that he was completely drunk, Steve took a few deep breaths to make his modified heart beat faster. After speeding up the blood circulation, the alcohol would be metabolized faster.
After regaining his consciousness a little, Steve helped Schiller up. This time, he was sure that Schiller was really drunk, because a drunk person is different from an ordinary sleeping person. A drunk person is helped up
At that time, it was dead and heavy.
The next morning, when Schiller woke up from bed, he covered his head that looked like it was about to split, and said to Hui Wu: "I asked you not to filter the alcohol, but you won't let the feeling of hangover be so real.
Bar?"
Hui Wu grunted aggrievedly twice, and just about to explain, Schiller heard the phone on the bedside ringing. He endured the discomfort, answered the phone, and said: "Hello?...What did you say? Stark's
The anxiety attack happened again, what happened to him?"
"Have you had a quarrel with Peter? How could the two of them quarrel???... It seems that the matter is very complicated. Okay, I'll go there right away."
Firefighters belong
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