While eating and chatting with Stark for a while, Steve suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. He didn't know why, but Stark seemed a little considerate today.
God, what on earth was he thinking? Empathetic? How could these words be juxtaposed with Stark? After Stark left, Steve rubbed his forehead and felt that he must be too stressed.
Hallucinations occurred.
After Bucky was rescued, he has been receiving treatment in SHIELD's secret base. According to Nick's feedback to Steve, Bucky's condition is not optimistic.
Back then, Hydra was not entirely a spy agency, but more of a service to the war situation. When the war situation was tense, they were very eager for success, so the brainwashing methods they used on Bucky were very violent. Now he has completely changed.
Became a cold-blooded killing machine,
While thinking about those things back then, he sighed. What Steve himself didn't notice was that whenever he recalled these things, his fingers trembled unconsciously, as if he had mentioned him in the past.
Those heroic deeds are more like poison than an antidote.
With mixed feelings, Steve returned to the Avengers base. It was still very early and no one was coming. Steve walked towards the dark hall. The moment he turned on the light, he heard Peter uttering:
A surprised: "Oh!"
"You are there. Sorry, I thought no one was there. Why didn't you turn on the light?" Steve walked over and saw Peter playing with a piece of equipment. Peter smiled and said, "I was cutting off the power for testing.
To prevent an accident, I immediately pulled the switch."
"What is this?" Steve asked, looking at the complex equipment that he couldn't understand, but Peter glanced at Steve's face and said, "Captain, what's wrong with you? Why do you look bad?"
Steve touched his face, and he sighed inwardly. Even Peter could see that he was in a bad state. Just now, Stark must have been laughing at him for being so weak, right?
"It's nothing, I just didn't sleep well." Steve was just polite, but Peter walked to the side and moved a chair for him. Peter patted the back of the chair and said, "Sometimes, you have to
If you sit for a while and stand all the time, your waist and legs will be very sore, my uncle often said this."
"Thank you, Peter, you are so considerate, but I think it would be more energetic if I stood." Steve smiled and did not sit down, but leaned his waist on the pool table nearby.
While debugging the equipment, Peter said: "Captain, sometimes I think you are too tight and always want people to see you shining brightly, but in fact, everyone gets tired..."
"That's because you are not a leader, Peter." Steve blinked, lowered his head, and then said: "You have to give everyone confidence, so that they feel that you, who are so heroic, can definitely lead them to victory.
This is what I have been doing, I have been doing it for many years and I will continue to do it.”
Peter shook his head. He turned his head and glanced at Steve again. His eyes were a little worried, but he still didn't say anything. He patted the equipment and introduced to Steve: "Last time when we were dealing with Bullseye, Steve
The things Mr. Tucker taught me inspired me a lot."
"The monitoring system does not necessarily have to be a rigid selection of several locations to monitor or monitor, but can be completely made into a dynamic system. As for the accompanying analysis system, it is not necessarily just a summary of data. We can make it more intelligent.
.”
"I know that Mr. Stark should actually be the one to create this set of things, but if that's the case, the analysis center he relies on must be Jarvis, the super artificial intelligence owned by the Stark Group."
Peter lowered his head and while fiddling with the machine, he said: "I can see, Captain, that your relationship with Mr. Stark is somewhat..."
"Forget it, I know you shouldn't talk about people behind their backs, but I think you might not want the Avengers to rely too much on the Stark Group or SHIELD..."
"Actually, I think so too. This is not good for us. If justice cannot be pure and independent, but it is likely to be kidnapped by other things, then it is not justice."
Steve came over, patted Peter on the shoulder, looked into his eyes and said, "You know what? Peter, you have really grown up a lot. Do you still remember the vampire attack on the Brooklyn Bridge?"
"At that time, I thought you were just a young boy with a passionate heart, very similar to me when I was young. But now, you are already an excellent member of the Avengers and an excellent superhero. You
The speed of progress really surprises me.”
Peter did not jump for joy because of the recognition. He said: "When I changed, I discovered that I had entered a broader field. In the adult world, there are more problems than experiences.
,Responsibility is heavier than belief.”
"Captain, you often tell me about your previous experiences. You said that you heard the war broke out and heard the news of countless deaths on the radio. You felt sad and helpless."
"Then you passionately wanted to go to the battlefield to save other people, and you succeeded in doing so."
Peter sighed and said: "I'm very lucky. Now I won't hear the news about the imminent destruction of the world from the radio or TV. I won't suddenly learn one day that I have to grow up overnight and then go there immediately."
save the world."
"If that's the case, I don't know what will happen to me." Peter shook his head, his tone a little panicked.
"If someone had told me when I started my freshman year of high school that I would go to the battlefield tomorrow, face machine gun fire and fighter jet bombings, and watch my comrades who were about the same age as me fall and die, I might really
Collapsed.”
Steve looked at Peter with a smile and said, "Maybe I exaggerated this process a little before. Just listen to it as a story, Peter."
Peter took a deep breath and tried to get rid of that terrible imagination. Steve also lowered his gaze to the device and said, "So, what can it do?"
"The simplest thing is that I wrote a system for the recent frequent assassinations, mainly for the dynamic monitoring system of some hotels, mansions, theaters and other luxury places, as well as luxury cars in the center of New York. This can
Let us find the suspects who enter and exit these places faster."
Peter pointed to a display screen in the middle of the device and said: "Look here, these colored marks on this car represent the places it has entered and left within 48 hours."
"Orange represents hotels, blue represents bars, and purple represents popular commercial streets and luxury stores, so we can see whether the trajectory of this car is normal."
"If a car does not go to any place where the upper class should go during several monitoring periods, but suddenly appears in a high-end place, then its suspicion level will increase."
"This is the most preliminary and simple application of data flow, but it is enough for us." Peter shrugged.
"In fact, the most difficult part is to install the surveillance. However, because we have enough special materials, the volume of the surveillance can be compressed to a very small size, but the clarity is very high. Moreover, it is not difficult for us to install the surveillance, so
Only then can this be achieved.”
"In the final analysis, it is the advancement of materials science that has brought about technological progress." Peter picked up a patch camera and said: "Even though this thing is small, the amount of molten steel used by the components in these things together,
Probably as much vibranium as Wakanda produces in a year."
"It's already great, Peter." Steve said in surprise: "The only thing I agree with Stark is that you are really talented, boy, no matter in every aspect."
"Not necessarily." Peter walked over to the chair he moved and sat down, and said a little dejectedly: "Didn't Dr. Schiller move back to the clinic in Hell's Kitchen before?"
"I wanted to stay with him for a few days, but for some reason, when I walked to the door, my spider sense started buzzing."
"Oh my god, it's never been that noisy before. It almost deafened me. I didn't know what was going on, so I didn't go in."
"Dr. Schiller stood in the door and spoke to me. We chatted for a while, and then we talked about psychology. Dr. Schiller said that I was not suitable for studying psychology. I thought he was very optimistic about me before...
"
"People can't be good at every subject." Steve comforted Peter: "No one can know everything and be omnipotent. Your talents in mechanics, engineering, mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology, etc. are already high enough."
.”
"But I don't understand. The reason why Dr. Schiller said that I am not suitable for studying psychology is that I am too kind. Aren't all the people who study psychology kind? But Dr. Schiller is obviously a good person."
Steve pursed his lips. He recalled the recent performance of Schiller he saw on Hive Prime. In any case, it had nothing to do with the word kindness.
But he still said: "Maybe he thinks you are too compassionate. If you try to understand the world of those mentally ill, it may affect your own."
"Let's not talk about it." Peter quickly got rid of the depressed mood. He sat on the chair and looked up at Steve. From this angle, he could clearly see Steve's stubble.
It looked like he hadn't shaved this morning. Although he was still handsome, he looked a little haggard.
Peter said tactfully: "Captain, did you go to the psychological counseling arranged by SHIELD for you on time?"
"They seemed to have only arranged 10 hours of psychological counseling for me. According to Nick, it seemed that Schiller's price was too expensive, but I actually didn't go 10 times. I only went five or six times. I felt that my
My mentality is okay and I don’t need any counseling.”
"But I heard Dr. Schiller said that psychological problems are the same as other physical diseases and require regular review?"
"Okay, Peter, you don't have to beat around the bush. I know you want to say that my current state doesn't seem right, but that's actually just because I'm a little busy at work and I have a little insomnia."
When Peter saw this, he didn't say anything else, but the tight corners of Steve's mouth betrayed his unquiet heart.
In the evening, the base finally became more lively. Everyone discussed the battle plan. Peter brought pizza on the way here, and everyone ate it.
The polished and shiny cocktail glass was thrown up high, spinning twice in the light of the bar, and then like a falling meteor from the stars, it fell into Matt's hand. He knocked the glass in his hand.
This turn caused several children to cheer, and Blade Warrior Eric was sitting on the sofa, telling them the terrifying rumors about vampires.
Peter, Steve, Erica and Hawkeye Barton were playing Ludo. While they were staring at the chess pieces, they were discussing the recent events of SHIELD. After a while, several mutant children and Eric also left.
Come over and they start to sit in a circle and chat.
In the underground base, there are no windows to judge the light. It seems that as long as the lights don't go out, the happy atmosphere will continue.
But soon, several younger children began to feel sleepy, and they went to their bedrooms to rest. Several people who had to go to work the next day also left.
In the end, Steve was left alone, sitting on the sofa and putting away the pizza boxes on the coffee table. Peter and Matt originally wanted to stay and help him, but Steve refused.
He originally thought that he needed some time alone to sort out his somewhat chaotic thoughts, but when the time to be alone really arrived, an uneasy feeling began to spread in his heart.
He stretched out his hand to pick up the pizza box, only to find that his fingertips were trembling. Steve's eyes were stunned, as if he was surprised by the reaction of his body. Since when had his hands been shaking?
"No..." Steve denied in his heart.
"It should have been from the beginning, and no one else should have seen it."
But there was another voice in his heart telling him that this situation has happened a long time ago. Everyone has seen it. Seeing that he is a weakling with a haggard face, panic and trembling hands, they will never trust you again, and they will never trust you again.
If you think Captain America is an immortal leader, they will think you are old and no longer a savior...
"Bang!" A stack of pizza boxes fell to the floor. Steve leaned back hard, making the sofa squeak, as if this was the only way to show that he still had strength.
He pinched his eyebrows with his hands and clearly felt that the muscles in his arms were trembling, and there was some pain from his shoulders to his elbows, but he still persisted and refused to put his arms down, like a man who had just gained a body.
The puppet is trying hard to adapt to its own limbs.
Steve is telling his limbs in a tough manner: "You must listen to me, stay still, steady, and full of strength!"
But the more he did this, the more he felt that his body was out of his control, and an anxiety that he knew was wrong but was powerless was gradually engulfing him.
Steve tried hard to take a deep breath, but he didn't notice that the depth of his inhalation and exhalation became shallower and shallower, and the speed became faster and faster, until the air made a soft "puff" sound when it passed through its nose and lips.
Then he pursed the muscles around his mouth severely until his entire face became stiff.
Finally, an unfounded panic engulfed him. He swallowed hard, took out his mobile phone from his pocket with trembling arms, dialed the number and said: "Hello? Doctor? I think I may need treatment tomorrow morning.
Is that okay?...Okay, thank you."
"...The current situation? No, it's actually fine. I just feel a little nervous, maybe because I'm tired."
"Okay, do you want me to breathe while listening to the timer? But I feel it's a bit...a bit too slow. That's not my breathing rhythm."
"Okay, I'll try my best, breathe in..."
Steve felt sleepiness gradually spreading as he exhaled longer and longer, but the tension kept him from falling asleep because he didn't know what he would dream about. Just like that, after a few minutes,
He hung up the phone but was still awake, but felt a splitting headache.
He stayed awake like this until the morning. When he was about to go to the psychological clinic, he paced hesitantly in front of the door. He even wanted to take out his cell phone and tell Schiller that he was not going, but in the end he walked out and took the bus.
boarding.
When he arrived at the psychological clinic in Hell's Kitchen, he saw Schiller in a suit sitting behind the desk. For some reason, he didn't want to get close. The person in front of him made him feel very strange.
When Schiller moved his finger, Steve turned his head instantly. When Schiller stood up, Steve quickly took a step back. He stiffened for a moment, turned around and closed the door, pretending that he only backed away to close the door.
Finally, he walked to the table and shook hands with Schiller. When the two sat down again, Schiller introduced himself: "I think you should already know that I am Schiller's other personality, so
I have not participated in the diagnosis and treatment of you two, but I have read all the medical records he left..."
"Are you a psychiatrist too?" Steve asked him: "Can't you get Dr. Schiller to come out?"
"I have much more experience than him. Among all the cases I have encountered, you are in the mild category, so you don't need to be nervous. You will be relieved soon."
As he spoke, Schiller took down a medical record from the nearby bookshelf and said while flipping through it: "You have some war post-traumatic stress disorder, but it's not serious. A previous medical record showed that you almost had it."
Healed."
"Your current performance may be an acute anxiety disorder caused by certain stimuli, that is, a sudden attack of panic. What are you afraid of?"
"No, no." Steve denied. Schiller did not continue to ask, but looked into his eyes and asked: "What have you been thinking about more recently? The past? Or the future?"
"The past, I like to miss the past." Steve answered quickly, but Schiller kept staring at his eyes. Steve began to breathe a little faster again. He said: "Well, actually it is the future.
, but I don’t know what I’m worried about.”
"This is also a very typical performance. Let me say it again, you don't need to be nervous about this. I know that in the era you lived in, psychology and psychiatry were not very popular, and you may not have been exposed to this knowledge.
Therefore, I feel that my performance is abnormal.”
"But in fact, anxiety and anxiety disorders are extremely common conditions. Among the people you know, I, Stark, Blade, and SHIELD agent Hill all suffer from anxiety disorders. I
Eighty percent of the Agents of SHIELD I've met have had a history of it."
Steve opened his mouth. This was a bit unimaginable for him. Schiller continued: "You lived in an era where people didn't have this disease. It was just because it wasn't diagnosed. Even if someone found out,
After all this, they are ashamed to speak."
"Okay, your attack is a bit sudden, and breathing adjustment and mild hypnosis have no effect, so you may need medication."
"Do you have any allergies? Or are there any important events coming up that will prevent you from using diazepam drugs?"
"No, I..." Steve put his fingers against his eyes and said, "I don't want to take medicine. I think it's OK..."
"Well, I know that people who take medicine for the first time will have a very obvious resistance to medicine. My principle is that if you feel very painful, then I will prescribe you medicine. If you feel that it is not necessary, then you can adjust it for a while.
time."
Steve shook his head, but didn't say anything. When his handsome face showed less obvious pain, it made him look like a classical statue, with the melancholy unique to the Romantic period.
.
"Okay, we can chat, it will help you relax."
As the sun outside the window gradually rose, it was already noon when Steve came out of the clinic. He wanted to have something to eat, but found that he had neither a wallet nor a mobile phone, so he could only walk.
Return to base.
As soon as he returned, Peter walked up excitedly and said, "Captain! What a great discovery!"
Steve cheered up and basked in the sun for a while on the road, which made him feel much better. He asked Peter: "What's the big discovery?"
"Remember the new surveillance system I mentioned to you before? We found a very suspicious car."
Steve immediately walked over quickly, looked at the screen and asked: "Which one can you track?"
"Here, he hasn't been seen since he left New York State last night, but we found the same place he passed twice, which was a park phone box."
Steve speculated: "That may be a way to communicate with his employer. I have seen this many times, they use a phone box on the street to communicate."
"Should we install surveillance? If he calls again, I should be able to monitor what they communicate."
"No, they rarely use the same phone multiple times. Twice is the limit. Let's go over now and see if we can find any clues from the phone booth he used."
The two immediately drove to the location Peter found. When they got there, there was no one there. There were only three phone booths placed side by side. Steve asked Peter: "Can you find phone records from them?"
"I can try." Peter walked back to the car, took down his toolbox, and began to study. At this moment, Steve felt a little uncomfortable again, and he shook his head hard.
, make yourself sober.
He regretted not accepting Schiller's suggestion to get some medicine, but he also felt that there was no time for him to have a good sleep now. He felt that he had an inexplicable fear, but he was unwilling to admit that this fear was related to Hydra.
has any relationship.
At this moment, Peter was fiddling with the connecting wires and said: "It seems like there are some clues. Generally speaking, this kind of street phone box will not leave dialing records, but I should be able to trigger the current through the button...
let me see……"
After a while, just when Steve felt his back was a little stiff and wanted to find a place to lean on, Peter screamed and said, "It's done!"
Steve hurried over and asked, "How was it? What clues did you get?"
"I got a bunch of phone numbers, but I'm not sure if they are one-time ones. We can call them and check."
Steve didn't show any disappointment. He just said, "I'm afraid it's probably a one-time thing. Their vigilance shouldn't be so bad."
Peter wrote the phone number on the note, and Steve walked into the phone booth to dial. After a series of busy signals, Steve heard a very familiar voice, which he had heard not long ago.
"Hello……"
Peter saw Steve froze in the phone booth. Within two seconds, he hung up the phone. Peter asked: "How's it going? Did you get through?"
Steve shook his head stiffly and said, "It's indeed a one-time number and it didn't go through."
Peter looked a little disappointed, but he was not too depressed. He said: "It doesn't matter. This at least proves that the system is useful. As long as we continue to wait, we will definitely find the key clues."
Steve nodded. After returning to the Avengers base, he said to Peter: "You go back to class first. Your lunch break should be coming soon, right?"
Peter saw that Steve was in a strange state and wanted to stay with him, but Steve refused. After Peter left, Steve quickly put on his coat, took his shield, and then came to Hell's Kitchen.
Psychiatric Clinic.
When walking up the stairs, Steve squeezed the handle of the shield tightly, as if this was the only way to give him some sense of security. When the door was pushed open, the figure in the dark suit was still sitting behind the desk.
, seems to have been waiting for him for a long time.
After Steve walked in, he stared at him and said, "You are indeed..."
"Who are you referring to?" Schiller interrupted his conclusion.
"You, Schiller Rodriguez."
"But I'm not him, remember? I'm his other personality."
"You are Hydra, or at least you are related to them..."
Schiller also stood up, put a pen on the table, and said: "You don't need to use such a speculative tone. I am Hydra, and I have a code name that you should be very familiar with..."
Steve stared at him, but Schiller lowered his head, smiled and said, "You called me that this morning, have you forgotten?"
"...'Doctor', you are 'Doctor'."
"It's me, but not him."
"Why on earth are you..." Steve breathed out, and he hammered the wall next to him angrily.
"It seems that your era did lack such knowledge. I have already said that I am not him, we are two personalities."
As Schiller spoke, he bent down to open his drawer, took out a piece of information from it, and handed it to Steve. Steve didn't pick it up, but just looked at him. Schiller pointed at the document with his finger.
piece of information, saying: "About Bucky."
Steve's Adam's apple moved, and finally he reached out and picked up the document. When he opened the first page, it read "Howard Stark Car Accident Investigation Report."
The more he turned back, the more solemn Steve's face became. In the end, he showed an expression of disbelief. Schiller sat back on the chair and said very lightly: "I know you don't believe it, or you don't want to
I believe that your best friend killed your other friend."
"But here's the thing, Bucky Barnes, a member of Hydra's Winter Project, a successful Winter Soldier, used a car accident to kill Howard Stark."
"That's enough!" Steve threw the information on the table and said, "You despicable Hydra, you want to fabricate this information to influence me, I won't let you succeed!"
"Really? Then let our other guest talk about his thoughts." Schiller looked down at the watch on his wrist and said, "He should be here soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, Stark, wearing a battle suit, walked into the clinic's office. He looked at Schiller with a serious face and said, "Why is it you who answered the phone? Schiller, tell me..."
"Why is it that after the phone call of the assassin's contact person was answered, you were the one who answered the phone??"
"Isn't this an obvious fact? I'm afraid you not only got my number, but also my code name and what I did. You are much smarter than him, so I don't have to explain it all over again."
Schiller was still sitting comfortably on the chair. He looked at Stark and said, "Another friend should want to ask you something about your father."
Although he didn't want to be changed, Stark still involuntarily turned his head to look at Steve, who was a little dull. Steve shook his head and said: "It's nothing, it's just a conspiracy, it must be like this."
Stark looked at his face. Stark walked over and picked up the document in front of Steve. After turning to the first page, he put it down, and then also threw the document on the table.
Seeing his actions, Steve's body froze. He slowly turned his head to look at Stark and said, "He made this up, right? It's a conspiracy of Hydra..."
Stark was silent for a long time and said, "Actually, you should know better than me. This is true."
"If the purpose of the killers created by the so-called Winter Soldier Project is to kill important people, then Howard must bear the brunt."
Steve's Adam's apple began to tremble crazily. He shook his head and took two steps back, saying, "No, this is not... he is not..."
Suddenly, he looked up at Schiller and said: "You did it on purpose, deliberately exposed your own contact information, and then called us here. From the beginning to the end, you wanted us to have a civil war..."
Schiller stood up again. He walked to one side of his room and patted the top of a TV placed there. The two of them followed his movements, as if they were worried that he would suddenly make an attack, but Schiller
Le just leaned behind the TV and flipped the switch.
A picture suddenly appeared in front of the two of them. It was a man nailed to the wall, with blood covering the entire wall. Steve opened his eyes wide and exclaimed: "Bucky! What did you do to him?
?!!”
"Why do you ask questions knowingly?" Schiller himself turned to look at the TV and said, "Obviously, I kidnapped him and nailed him to the wall with many wedges with a diameter of 6 centimeters."
Steve hammered hard and roared: "You madman!!! What on earth do you want to do?!!"
At this time, Schiller calmly walked back to the table, opened the drawer, and took out a pistol.
Steve immediately picked up the shield, and Stark opened his gauntlet, but Schiller just lowered his head, and with a click, the magazine was ejected. Schiller took a bullet from the side, put it into the magazine, and then pushed
superior.
Then, he put the gun flat on the table, pushed it forward slightly, and the gun rotated and slid in front of Steve. Schiller raised his head, looked into his eyes and said, "Take it and shoot me."
Gun, destroy the Hydra you hate most."
His attitude was very provocative, as if he was betting that Steve would not dare to do this. Steve was angered by him. He picked up the gun, loaded it, pointed it at Schiller's eyebrows, and said: "Do you think I will let you go?"
?!!”
"I know you won't, because I'm a Hydra, but what about Schiller? Isn't he your friend?"
"He is a doctor and a good man. He has saved many people, perhaps including you and many other superheroes."
"As for me, I am just a product of Hydra's brainwashing, just a tool without emotions. This was not Schiller's original intention, it was just an accident."
Schiller walked out from behind the table. Steve kept pointing the gun at him. Schiller walked up to Steve until the muzzle of the gun was directly pressed against his forehead.
Schiller looked Steve in the eyes and asked, "If you're going to shoot me, why can't Stark kill your best friend Bucky?"
Steve's arms began to shake uncontrollably, and Stark came up and said: "That's enough, Schiller, don't be like this, I think there may be some misunderstanding here..."
Steve's breathing became more and more rapid. Looking past Schiller's figure, he saw that what was displayed on the screen was not a picture, but a real-time image. Bucky no longer had the cold expression on his face.
There is pain written all over it.
Steve pressed his finger down slightly, and he had already pressed the loose part of the trigger all the way. If he continued to press it, the bullet would fly out immediately, but Schiller had no intention of avoiding it, and he still kept the muzzle of the gun against it.
on his forehead, and then looked at Steve with his eyes.
After a few seconds, Steve lowered his arm. His little finger and ring finger were tightly holding the handle of the gun, but the finger that pulled the trigger had already been loosened. He curled up in pain and kept shaking.
The head seems to be getting rid of some illusions.
Stark didn't look anymore. He stepped forward and wanted to help Steve up, but the moment he touched his arm, he was thrown away. Steve's strength was incredible, and the steel in the mecha
The hero was so shocked that he took two steps back.
Steve straightened up with some difficulty. He looked at Schiller and asked, "What will it take for you to let Bucky go?"
"The Winter Soldier and I are both products of Hydra's brainwashing. We are just guns used to kill people."
"If you kill me, it means that you deny the argument you used to defend Bucky, because the Dr. Schiller you knew was also innocent, but you killed him."
"Then it proves that Stark can kill Bucky like you and avenge his father. Anyone can do it. This is justice."
"Steve, you didn't shoot, not because you sympathized with the innocent Dr. Schiller in my body, but because you were afraid that if you did, Stark might do the same to Bucky, and some righteous people would kill him.
Got him."
"You just wanted to pull the trigger, right? At that moment, did you think about this problem?" Schiller looked into Steve's eyes and asked.
"Bucky is your friend, isn't Schiller?"
"Why do you react completely differently to two people in the same situation?"
"Is it really because you and Bucky have a better relationship?"
"Is it really Bucky you care about? Or is it the era he represents?
"The war years that carried all your past and memories, all your glory and honors?"
Steve stood there, holding the gun in both hands, but not raising it. He listened to all Schiller's questions in silence. In his red eyes, the blue eyes looked even bluer, and his voice was trembling.
"You are right. I have always been a person living in the past. The war did not bring me any benefits. It only left me with all kinds of nightmares. But if I had to choose again, I would still choose the past...
…”
He turned his head, looked at Stark aside, and said, "Bucky, Howard, and Schiller are all my friends. You may think that I have no choice."
"Either for Bucky, let you go, this despicable Hydra, or kill you, kill Schiller, kill Bucky..."
Steve took a deep breath and straightened his back, just like he had done countless times.
"But I have one last choice, one that people like you will never understand."
He looked at Stark and said word by word: "Tony, I know you have the ability to do it, save Bucky, save Dr. Schiller..."
"And I will pay the price for all of this."
Stark suddenly had a bad feeling. At this moment, Steve raised the gun without hesitation and pointed it at his temple.
With a "bang" sound, the gun rang out.
The gunshot was loud, but the bullet slowly dispersed into a wisp of gray mist, and then floated back into Schiller's body. Schiller looked at Stark and said: "My symbiote told me that there is no doubt that,
He just pulled the trigger."
Stark held the edge of the table with his hands, as if he had lost his strength and fell down. Steve shook a few times and staggered against the wall.
The room became quiet until the light reached the rhombus on the floor. After what seemed like a long time, Iron Man stood up straight again, and Steve also stood up straight while holding on to the wall with one hand.
The look of confusion and fear disappeared from Steve's face, and the perseverance in his eyes was no longer what a certain identity required him to show.
At this moment, the two looked at each other and saw the same emotion in each other's eyes.
Iron Man never retreats because he is the last steel barrier in front of everyone, but Stark's emotions are more sensitive than ordinary people. He will be doubtful, confused, and sad.
But Iron Man, who was only one step away from becoming an eternal god, gave up the endless power of gods and the dazzling scenery in the universe. He chose a mortal body because he felt that humans are greater than gods.
Captain America cannot be fragile, because he is the inspiring flag of that special era, but Steve's mind is no different from that of ordinary people. He will be tired, painful, and withdrawn.
But Captain America, who is like a god, is even greater because of the fragility of ordinary people. Steve, in a mortal body, has become a person greater than a god.
When they suddenly see each other's fragility in this way, they also realize the greatness that the other person pursues. Then no one can understand each other better than them, and can feel the other person in this world better.
, will always be my lovable or loathsome opponent.
They both exhaled at the same time and said nothing.
A few seconds later, they all turned to look at Schiller. At this time, Schiller lost his frightening and dangerous temperament. He suddenly stood there for a few seconds, and then his eyes regained their vitality.
"Ha...a perfect holiday is enough to make up for the psychological trauma caused by my previous overtime work." Schiller sighed. He looked up and saw Stark and Steve staring at him.
He glanced down at his watch and said a little confused: "Why are you here? It shouldn't be the appointment time now?"
Ten minutes later, at the entrance of Midtown High School, Peter and Gwen were crowded at the entrance of the pizza shop. After he paid, he took the bag handed over by the clerk, turned his head, and was stunned.
Gwen came over from the other side, patted him on the shoulder and said, "What's wrong? What did you see?"
Peter turned his head back, stared at the open space in front of him, and said doubtfully: "Did I have a hallucination just now?"
"Why did I see Iron Man and Captain America running after a cloud of mist???"
The New York skyline turned into a cloud of gray mist and Schiller, who was running for his life, heard another voice of his own in his heart.
"Congratulations on your return from vacation. I have bad news, another bad news, even worse news, another worse news and finally even worse news for you."
"First of all, I just helped you piss off Iron Man and Captain America at the same time. If you really get angry, you might be chased by them around the earth...or the solar system."
"Secondly, I helped you assassinate many Hydra disguised as important officials before under real name. Now Hydra headquarters is going crazy and trying to kill you."
"Then, I deliberately used the behavior of a mental patient to arouse Stark's interest. Now that he and Jarvis can both be called experts in psychological theory, your consultation fees will definitely be very hot in the future."
"Also, it was revealed that you passed the Supreme Mage and sold your soul to Mephisto. I didn't mean it."
"In the end, I got the Winter Soldier out of SHIELD's secret base. The process was a little violent, so the base was seriously damaged. Nick spent a lot of money to build that base, and I didn't do it on purpose."
"I'm done, you're welcome..."
"Who told you not to take a good look at my umbrella?"