Stark's eyes widened when he saw the thin mist drifting over, and he didn't even care about the pain on his body.
Of course he knows who the fog represents. The question is how could Schiller in this era have fog? Isn't it because of the symbiote that he can become the fog? There are symbiotes in this era?
Wait, isn’t Schiller also traveling back in time?!
Stark, who suddenly realized that he had found the truth, roared in his heart: "Schiller, you damn liar!!!!"
But before he could do anything extra, he found that the mist that had been floating suddenly stopped.
The air is flowing, and nothing in the air can remain completely still. This causes abnormal things to be completely separated from the air, creating a strange phenomenon of its own.
Garrett turned back suddenly, but Stark saw it more clearly than him. The fog disappeared in an instant, and a small figure appeared behind everyone.
Stark thought it was Schiller, and he did have the face of a young Schiller, but his clothes were blood red.
"ah!!!"
Stark took a sharp breath and sat up from the bed. In his hazy vision, the chandelier on the ceiling was shaking.
Immediately, a pair of warm hands held his. He turned his head, and Howard looked at him with red and bloodshot eyes.
"Oh my God, it's good that you're okay." Another pair of hands hugged him, and Maria said with a crying tone: "Fortunately, you're okay, little Tony, God bless..."
Stark's sanity gradually returned, and his memories returned to his brain. Then he couldn't help but shudder, and the bone-chilling chill brought by certain memory fragments of that night made him freeze there.
Howard obviously discovered something was wrong with him. He opened his mouth and said, "Don't be afraid, Tony, you just had a nightmare. You have woken up. Your parents are by your side. There is nothing to be afraid of."
Yes, it was nothing scary. How could an adult be frightened by a nightmare? But Stark still held Maria's hand tightly. Because he was an adult, he knew it was not a nightmare.
That's... Schiller?
Maybe it wasn't him, but at least it was a part of him. The boy in the bloody clothes was a certain moment in Schiller's life.
Stark began to tremble uncontrollably.
He felt that the emotion filling his heart was not fear, and he could not even find a word to describe this emotion.
He felt fear, but the fear did not come from the cruel methods he witnessed. Stark was just thinking, at what moment in Schiller's life did he become so cruel?
If one had to explore deeply, this emotion was probably a kind of despair - even this past, which seemed desperate enough to him and Natasha, was still made up by Schiller.
But his purpose in making up this story was not to appear tragic, but quite the opposite, to cover up some cruel truths that could completely defeat people like Stark.
Man cannot imitate cruelty he has not seen, and the moments in life when he has seen such cruelty appear in the form of children.
At this moment, Stark understood that Schiller had repeatedly covered up his past and kept making up new stories, perhaps because the real truth could not be known to most people, and the weight of the past was enough to crush him.
A superhero like him.
Maria hugged him tightly. After Stark became an adult, his parents would never do such a thing again, so he felt a long-lost comfort from his mother's arms.
He lay on the bed and thought for a long time. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he looked at Howard and asked, "Where did you get me back from?"
"No, Tony, no, you never left..."
"Answer me!" Stark said in a raised voice. He looked at Howard, especially his eyes and said, "Don't treat me like a kid who doesn't understand anything! I've grown up!"
Howard touched his eyes with his hands, kept stroking his cheeks, and said with some choking, "The entrance to the factory."
"Someone provided the police station with a video of you being hijacked. The police followed the surveillance camera to find you, but they said... there was a murder in the factory." Howard described vaguely, "Several people died.
Judging from the traces at the scene, you should have been dragged out from there."
"A murder?"
"Yes, the current speculation may be caused by factional strife within a terrorist organization. It has also been confirmed that the deceased is the kidnapper who kidnapped you. It may be that their mortal enemies did not want them to successfully threaten me with you, so..."
Howard couldn't go on, but Stark looked him in the eyes and said, "But none of this can explain why the murder scene is like that, right?"
"Did you see it?!" Howard was shocked and said, "Weren't you knocked unconscious?"
"No...no...Maria, we may need to hire a psychiatrist for him." Howard said, "I'll contact him now."
Stark swallowed and tried his best not to recall what he saw, but the images still played over and over before his eyes, as if he was possessed.
Maybe Howard was right, he needed a psychiatrist earlier, but the ones Howard found were not professional enough. Stark thought, he happened to have a psychiatrist friend.
Natasha was still sitting behind her desk browsing short videos when she suddenly saw a flash of light in the next room. When she walked over, Stark was lying on the floor vomiting.
Natasha quickly walked over and helped him up and said, "What's wrong? Are you the kind of person who has an allergic reaction to time travel?"
Natasha quickly took out the allergy medicine, but Stark rushed to the bathroom and vomited profusely. When he came back, his face was as pale as a ghost.
"What happened?" Natasha realized that things were not that simple. She said, "What happened to you in the past?"
In fact, she had a bad feeling in her heart. Could it be that Schiller happened to commit the crime?
But that's not right. When Stark went there, Schiller was probably still a child. He didn't see Schiller in child form under the tower in the abyss. He shouldn't have started committing crimes so early, right?
Stark collapsed on the sofa, let out a long sigh, drank the water Natasha handed him, and then said: "You know something, right? You know more than us.
"
Natasha sat on the sofa next to her. There was only a small coffee table between them. She didn't hide it. She nodded and said, "I have also been to Schiller's Tower of Thought, just with you."
The place I went to was different, where I saw more Schiller, more...dangerous Schiller."
"Don't blame me for not telling you." Natasha immediately defended herself: "Obviously, Schiller has some bad pasts. These Schillers may have happened at that time. They... I don't know what to say.
What can I say, superheroes can’t listen to this.”
Stark glared at Natasha.
Natasha still thought that Stark was angry at her concealment, so she had to explain more deeply: "I think you have heard about the fact that Schiller and I died together. It was when I didn't take you fishing that time,
At that time I saw one of them, who was very, very, very dangerous, more dangerous than anyone I had ever seen."
"Yes, one fact that is not easy to accept is that Schiller may have been a criminal. I can't tell you that because it sounds too much like sowing discord, and no one will believe it."
Natasha had obviously been holding it in for a long time. She said with some despair: "Do you think I haven't secretly reminded some people? But Schiller in those abyss seems to have a kind of magic power, always pulling ignorant lambs towards him.
Come closer over there, my tips are completely thankless."
"Don't look at me like that. Aren't you the same? Greed is already very gentle, but you still circle around him every day. What if you meet those...those people I can't describe well?
Hey, why are you going crazy?"
Natasha can be said to be sincere. She said: "Don't think that because you have strong willpower, you have to challenge the limit. The best way to defend against them is not to know them at all..."
"You said it a bit late." Stark stared at Natasha and said.
Natasha was startled by Stark's forbidding gaze. She looked at Stark and asked tentatively: "Have you met them? Which one of them? What is their approximate image?"
Natasha calculated in her mind, it would be okay if she encountered manipulation. The relatively older Schiller was more stable and would not attack without reason, but if it was the man in black or the semi-
The one with long hair is a bit troublesome, but the two of them are very quick to do it.
Could Stark have had a fight with them? He hasn't had one yet, has he?
"A little boy in red clothes." Stark said with a somewhat painful expression. He obviously didn't want to remember it. After being stunned for a long time, he started to retching again.
Natasha was stunned. Little boy? She seemed to have never seen any little boys. Could it be a personality trait of Schiller's childhood?
"What did he do?" Natasha asked instinctively.
"No...I don't want to tell you." Stark gritted his teeth and said, "I need a psychiatrist now."
Natasha was shocked. She said: "What did you just say that you need a psychiatrist? You admitted that you were sick? My God, what happened to you?!"
"Stop asking so many questions! Call me a doctor quickly! Ugh!!"
Natasha was even a little at a loss. She said: "Who do you want me to call? The only psychiatrist who can come here now is Schiller."
"No... Schiller can't do it now." Stark still had some sense at least. After retching for a long time, he said, "I can't let him know what I saw when I went back to the past."
Stark thought that Schiller didn't recognize him at all. In order to play the trick to the end, he said: "I have to find the Schiller of the past, that is, the Schiller who has not traveled back to the past."
Natasha helped him pick up the time machine and asked: "That must be at least the time when he has become your psychiatrist, otherwise the time when you two first met will be changed."
"Just...that's it..." Stark was already a little confused. He meant to agree with Natasha, but in fact, he wanted to let Natasha throw him to a time point after the first encounter.
Schiller charges him so much in consultation fees every quarter, what's wrong with seeing him one more time?
As a result, Natasha misunderstood. She thought that Stark must have met this for the first time. She pressed the time machine and threw Stark directly to the day when he first met Schiller.
"Oh my God!!!" Stark, who fell in a daze, heard Pepper's scream, "Tony! Tony?! What's wrong with you?!"
Then came an even more angry roar, "I told you before, you must see a doctor! You are already like this, and you still want to hide your illness and avoid medical treatment?!"
"You must listen to me this time. I will find a psychiatrist for you immediately. He will arrive in the afternoon!"