"I swear, I just pushed him! I didn't expect...well, I was so angry at the time, that bastard dared to scold Gwen!" Peter complained as he walked with his schoolbag on his back.
Stark patted him on the back and said: "It doesn't matter, even if you beat him up, it's nothing. If someone molests your girlfriend, you just give him a punch, which is considered light."
"I didn't punch him..." Peter was helpless.
"Okay, okay, I know, let's go, I hired an Italian cook, and we'll have pizza tonight." Stark said happily.
Things have to start from this morning.
Originally, Peter came to school happily this morning. He waited for Gwen at the school gate early in the morning. The two chatted while walking, and they were still reluctant to leave when they arrived at the class gate.
Public high schools in the United States don't care about dating at all. As long as you don't go too far, the teachers don't care.
Therefore, Peter and Gwen held hands and said goodbye at the door of the class. However, at this time, a member of the football team from the next class came over and not only mocked Peter, but also scolded Gwen with unpleasant words.
Peter was very angry. The rugby player came over and made obscene gestures to him. Peter pushed him in anger. Of course, the rugby player was almost embedded in the wall.
In fact, Peter was almost able to control that kind of powerful force, but he was angry at the time, and when he pushed the man, he used a relatively strong force, and the man flew out directly, and broke a rib.
As a result, the other party's parents went to the school because of campus bullying. Of course, the school wanted to invite Peter's parents, but Peter couldn't explain to his uncle and aunt where he got such power.
, Peter could only leave Stark’s phone number.
Of course, the teacher made a phone call to the headquarters in Stark Tower. After Jarvis received the call, he specifically forwarded it to Stark.
Stark drove a cool sports car to the school. How could the parents across the street not know the world's richest man? They said on the spot that it was a misunderstanding. Stark continued to encourage Peter, saying that he would
You should give that bastard a punch.
Gwen was also comforting her, saying that the bastard deserved it, but Peter was still very depressed. As a good student, he had never been asked by his parents since he was a child, but Stark still showed off his bad mouth everywhere.
God, the fact that Peter invited Stark to come over because he got into trouble at school spread throughout the superhero circle.
Children of this age don't like others treating them as children, but this time, Peter was ridiculed by everyone in turn, and he was very depressed.
In the cafeteria of SHIELD, Steve said: "Actually, you can also leave my phone number. At least I look much more energetic than that bastard who stays up late and drinks all day long."
Colson next to him said: "At least in terms of age, it is definitely enough."
"In terms of seniority, I am Stark's uncle."
"But..." Steve cut a piece of steak and said, "You have to learn to control your emotions. It was the same when I first accepted the transformation. Once my emotions fluctuate greatly, I will not be able to control my superhuman strength.
"
"Then how did you improve in the end?"
"On the one hand, you need to be aware of this problem. On the other hand, you can also seek help from some professionals to learn how to stabilize your emotions."
"Actually, I'm not a very angry person." Peter said somewhat depressedly, "But when it comes to certain issues, I can't help it."
Steve smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm the same way. When I was in the army, there were always troubles with Peggy and I would beat them all up."
"Of course, you have to control your strength when you hit someone, otherwise you will easily get into trouble. But as long as you control your strength, it's just an ordinary fight. At most, you will be put in solitary confinement."
Coulson raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Captain America to have this side, but think about it, the perfect saint image in promotional videos and movies would never appear in reality no matter how much he thought about it.
In the evening, Peter came to Schiller's psychological clinic again. He said: "Doctor, I'm afraid I have to borrow your place to do my homework. My uncle and aunt insist on renovating all my bedrooms. The smell of paint
It hasn’t broken up yet, I really can’t stay any longer.”
"Come in, go and clean up that desk, Pikachu! Pikachu! Come here! Get your boxes of peanut butter away quickly. You have been occupying my desk for more than three days..."
Peter picked up Pikachu who jumped over and said, "Are you a little fatter? Why do I feel that you have become heavier?"
"Of course he's fat. If you ate five jars of peanut butter and two pounds of cheese a day, you'd be fat too."
Pikachu flicked his tail and said: "I advise you to mind your own business, kid. I'm just a mouse, not a bodybuilder. What's wrong with being fat?"
Peter opened his schoolbag at the table and took out the textbooks. Schiller was cooking in the kitchen and said, "I heard that your teacher asked the parents to call Stark? Wasn't the teacher mad at him?"
"I have no choice. How can I explain to my uncle that I can push a 90-kilogram rugby player away?"
"Oh, by the way." Peter turned around and said, "Doctor, can you teach me how to control my emotions? I didn't mean to hurt anyone, I was just too angry and couldn't control my strength..."
"Why do you do this? Why did you start thinking about controlling the power of emotional restraint?"
"I...because I don't want this power to hurt others one day after I lose control."
"Then why did you lose control?"
"Because that person scolded Gwen, and the scolding was very unpleasant."
"Isn't that his problem? It's him who should learn to control his emotions, not you."
"But……"
"You are always too good at reflecting on your own problems and blaming everything on yourself, but the fact is that you have exceeded the moral standards of ordinary people too much, which will bring you greater pain."
"You should not only look for the reasons for everything from yourself. Have you ever thought about it? It may not be you who are wrong, but the world."
Peter opened his mouth and said with some confusion: "I thought... I thought the psychiatrist should be..."
"That's just what you think."
Schiller came over with a plate. Peter smelled the aroma of scrambled eggs and swallowed. Schiller put the plate down and said: "Psychiatrists are not military instructors or school teachers. We are not responsible for telling you who is right about something."
Who is wrong? All the enlightenment and treatment I gave you were from your standpoint, that is, I brought myself into your psychology, and then discovered your psychological problems from another angle..."
"Okay, I know I sometimes think too much and always worry about things that haven't happened yet."
"This is a common problem among geniuses, and it's the same with Stark."
"What's wrong Mr. Stark?"
"The day before yesterday, he and Pepper had another big fight. They went out to race in anger, but Connors saw him. The next morning, he was ridiculed by Connors, and then he met Steve again when he went out...
"
"Then he called me and asked me if he was the number one bad person in the world. That's why the world is always against him."
"Then what?"
"Of course I gave him psychotherapy for about two hours, and then he reconciled with them."
Peter said dubiously: "What treatment? Such an immediate effect?"
"I scolded him, and then he felt that others scolded him lightly, and of course they reconciled."
Peter felt sympathy for Stark at that time.
After a while, Peter finished his homework and finished his meal. He lay on the sofa in a daze instead of playing games with Pikachu as usual.
Schiller was writing a paper on the table on the side. Peter put his arms on his forehead and said: "Why are there so many strange things in the world? Why are troubles always one after another? Why do people have so many troubles?"
"Because your life is getting better little by little, and the better your life is, the more trivial troubles will become more important."
"Why don't you think about what kind of life you lived when you didn't have so many worries? If you had this kind of trouble before, would you care about it?"
Peter thought about it. When Uncle Ben and Aunt May went for a physical examination and the result was not good, they had no money at that time and Peter could not find a way out. If at that time, he had a dispute with his classmates in school, this matter would
It may soon be forgotten by him because he has bigger troubles to deal with.
Compared to the pressure of survival, a little verbal dispute is nothing. If before, he would have had so much free time to lie here and complain, he would probably still be running errands for others to make money.
Peter said: "Sometimes I always want to grow up as soon as possible, go to college as soon as possible, and then buy a house of my own so that my uncle and aunt can live more spaciously, find a decent job, and get engaged to Gwen. Don't all adults?
is that so?"
"But sometimes, I hope that this year will never pass. I can always be a high school student. I only need to attend classes at school every day, come back to do my homework, and then sleep until dawn."
Schiller just listened quietly, the slight sound of his typing on the keyboard echoing in the somewhat dim room.
"Sometimes I dream about many stars weaving into a web, and I dream about turning into a giant spider. Maybe it's good to be a spider, right?"
"Other times, I would dream that I lost Uncle Ben and Aunt May, Gwen was gone, and I was the only one left in the world."
"They all say that dreams reflect the inner nature of a person. Do you think that's the case? Doctor?"
"I long for freedom, but I'm afraid of losing it. I want to be a hero, but I don't even know what a hero looks like..."
Peter didn't wait for an answer, he fell asleep. The night sky outside the window was full of stars. Only the computer screen was still on in the whole room, and Schiller had already left.
Pikachu hugged a pillow, stuffed it under Peter's head, and then threw a blanket on it. He said to himself: "There are so many things about human beings. Among the people who come and go every day, there are none."
One with no worries."
Then he looked at Peter and said: "You are already lucky, boy. Maybe these people are already lucky, even the mice..."
"How can there be times when growing up is not troublesome?"