Early the next morning, as the light streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel, Schiller was brushing his teeth with a tooth cup when his cell phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and said vaguely, "Hello?"
"Open the door, Schiller, we have an early morning interview and want to take a picture of your life."
"But I'm brushing my teeth..."
"This is the best state of life!"
Schiller shook his head helplessly, and finally brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth, put the toothbrush back on the table, wiped his hands with a towel, and opened the door.
Outside was Eddie carrying a camera, followed by an assistant wearing a peaked cap. The camera's lens was pointed downward at first. Eddie stepped out first, and then said: "Are you ready? I'll be there when I'm ready."
Knock on the door again."
Schiller had no choice but to close the door. When the door was knocked again, Schiller opened the door and pretended to be surprised and said: "Why are you here? Why are you here so early?"
"Good morning, doctor, are you okay?" Now the assistant was holding the camera, and Eddie stepped forward and shook Schiller's hand.
"Yes, I'm not bad." Schiller stepped aside and let the two people walk in. The assistant took pictures of the interior furnishings of the hotel. Eddie pointed to the canvas bag hanging next to him and said, "You are also from the Yankees.
Fan?"
"Of course, I'm from New York, but this bag was given to me by my friend."
"After all, you don't look like the kind of person who would choose a canvas bag."
"Can you imagine? I even have canvas shoes."
"Oh, God."
The two of them laughed and walked into the living room of the suite. Schiller made a cup of coffee with the coffee machine, served it to Eddie and his photographer assistant, and said: "It's hard to imagine that you would get up so early. I remember you were
You're a late night partyer, Tony has offered you enough money to adjust your biological clock, right?"
"It's not so much that I stay up late, it's better that you go to bed too early." Eddie yawned and said, "Except for you, everyone else's interviews will be in two hours."
"Those who are in pairs should wait a little later, believe me." Schiller said: "An unfamiliar environment will always give people more stimulation. Even after two hours, you will only see them sleepy."
It must be like a bath flower.”
Eddie obviously understood. He laughed teasingly, took a sip of scalding coffee and said, "There is still a big battle today. I have to cheer up. Okay, doctor, tell us about your normal life."
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"I thought you would be more interested in superheroes, but if you ask me, I would usually call my patients at this time to confirm their current conditions."
"All patients?"
"Of course not. You know I have a nursing home. The ward rounds the day before will indicate which patients need my inquiry. I will call their wards first."
"If something is really wrong with them, I will go for ward rounds. If nothing happens, I will not go. After all, patients also need to rest. When there is nothing serious, the doctor's frequent appearance will give them bad hints and only increase pressure."
"I will go to the clinic later, mainly to provide psychological counseling for some patients who do not live in nursing homes."
"Actually, we're curious about this part..."
"Don't act like you've never seen it before."
"Is it just like we were then?" Eddie asked with some confusion: "Just like now, just sitting like this?"
"Yes, that's it. Otherwise, what else do you want? Let me create a special seat for you on the ceiling?... Put away that expression of yours, and I'll say it again, a psychiatrist is not a medieval wizard, and there are no potions.
Pots and casting tables, we are completely scientific and safe..."
"... well-founded." Eddie added: "My ears are almost getting calloused when I hear these words."
"But you are still full of misunderstandings. Everyone is like this." Schiller sighed deeply and said: "They made all the bad preparations before entering the psychological clinic, but they never imagined that this was just the simplest thing.
inquiries, but I can understand them.”
"I've also suffered from anxiety, you know." Eddie said: "For us, death is death, but the unknown is something scarier than death."
"What you said makes sense, so every time I think about whether to have a security guard with a gun at the door of my psychological clinic, so that patients will be more inclined to walk in directly when they are having a psychological struggle."
Both of them laughed, and Eddie shook his head and said, "No, you can't do that, otherwise at least your success rate in treating anxiety disorders will be astonishingly high, and you will take away the jobs of all the psychiatrists in New York."
"I've almost done it, otherwise why would SHIELD hire me as your psychological consultant?"
"So, this isn't a good job for you?"
"You've been following them for a while, do you think it's a good job?" Schiller asked.
"They are too unstable." Eddie said: "Although I am also one of them, my ability is external and I can judge him objectively. Because of this, I know how unstable he is.
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"You are not stable! You coward!!" Venom popped up from his shoulder again, but Eddie pushed him back with quick eyes and hands.
"You see, maybe this is how some of the emotions in the hearts of superheroes materialize. They always appear suddenly and control their actions, which is a troublesome thing for anyone."
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"Where do you think this emotion comes from?"
"You are the psychiatrist, what do you think?"
"Almost all superheroes have anxiety to some extent. This is completely normal. They may have money and status, but they also face pressure in their lives. But what is different from ordinary people is that they have to bear additional burdens.
The pressure comes from their inner sense of responsibility that is far beyond ordinary people."
"There is no doubt that being a hero requires an extremely strong inner drive, but this sense of mission and responsibility can also become their pressure and cause them to lose control internally."
"Do you think this will put people at risk?"
"I'm just talking about the emotions they will have, not their performance. If this emotion really makes them lose control and brings danger, then they are not superheroes now, but super criminals."
"To put it bluntly, all superheroes are beings who have successfully overcome these emotions. Even those who cannot be called superheroes just have powerful abilities, and those who do not use them to do bad things have self-control far beyond ordinary people."
"These people will never be a threat to ordinary people, because as long as they can defeat once, they can defeat thousands of times. As long as they do not fail, they will always be a solid barrier in front of ordinary people."
"You have a very optimistic view, doctor."
"Otherwise I wouldn't be here." Schiller said: "It's my job to do regular psychological evaluations for superheroes, but it's not my job to get involved in this bunch of monsters and monsters during my vacation time.
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"So you are worried?"
"It's not them I'm worried about. They are winners who have successfully overcome their out-of-control emotions, but there can't be all winners in this world."
As Schiller's words slowly fell, several figures in black suits faced the wind and walked into the pure white building. They were surrounded by large expanses of green, and then upwards were the blue-purple sky and towering black mountains.
And the light white snow on the top of the mountain.
Stark's estate in Beverly Hills is the best-located building in the entire estate, with mountains and the sea at its back, condensing the essence of the right time and place on the West Coast. The design of the building is naturally outstanding and eye-opening.
The wind in the seaside city never stops all year round, and today is also a windy day, but the sea breeze blows away all the clouds in the sky, allowing the sun to illuminate everything on the ground.
It was still early, and a faint warm color appeared in the distant sky from low places. The wind blew the grass in the backyard into a sparkling river. The tender green had just turned over, and the golden wavy points danced again. The hazy grass in the distance
The city becomes more and more blurry in the warm spring light.
A few people were sitting under an umbrella on the lawn, and the sunlight clearly illuminated every fold of their facial features. Except for Stark, who was wearing sunglasses, everyone else squinted and looked into the bright distance.
Behind them is a huge floor-to-ceiling window, but the furniture behind the floor-to-ceiling window is not a lifeless modern style that only focuses on composition, but a gorgeous, elegant yet warm Italian style. The vases placed on the checkered table runner
The little daisies inside were swaying slightly with the wind blowing through the window.
The ladies were playing with Wanda's two children upstairs, exchanging experiences on pregnancy, childbirth and parenting, while the men were sitting downstairs chatting, always talking about Hollywood movies, but never being able to talk together.
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Steve, Tony and Peter were from completely different eras. In the era when Steve grew up, movies were still a rarity and there were not many movies to watch, while Tony lived in the golden age of movies. During his childhood and
I was surrounded by countless classic movies when I was a teenager.
Peter lives in the post-Hollywood era. Although Hollywood has experienced several waves of explosions after 2000, the film industry is no longer as prosperous. The movies Peter likes to watch now are no longer American blockbusters from Hollywood.
Finally, they found the Godfather series that all three of them had watched and liked. However, the three people's views were completely different. Steve valued the Corleone family's family values and believed that although it was a gangster family, certain attitudes toward family members
Opinions have merit.
Stark always said that the decline of the Corleone family had nothing to do with the second generation of godfathers, or any family concepts. They simply missed the point. What really caused the decline of this huge gangster family was the times, and they failed to follow the trend.
Last time.
And no matter what business the gangsters do, they are still second-rate dealers. Without technology and patents, there is no barrier that can withstand the tide of the times. If they don't hold the core things in their hands, no matter how many people and guns they have, they will eventually be eliminated.
Peter lamented the difference between the first and second generations of godfathers. The second generation of godfathers were obviously more ruthless than the first. Unfortunately, the outcome was far worse. Maybe the building was about to collapse and he was powerless, so he acted more and more extreme.
Who would have thought that the topic Iron Man and Captain America would discuss together would be a gangster movie. Strange said sarcastically: "I thought you would denounce gangsters all the time."
"It's just a movie." Stark said angrily: "We are talking about some topics that everyone likes, but you are the only one who doesn't fit in."
Strange looked at Schiller, who was sitting at the same table with him and drinking coffee slowly, and said, "Aren't you interested in movies too?"
Schiller shook his head and said: "I just watch movies for fun and never analyze the social problems behind them. I am tired enough of analyzing this and that at work, and I am not interested in analyzing movies."