Schiller was standing next to the hospital bed. Lying on the hospital bed was a patient without arms. He was still in a coma. Dr. Connors adjusted the instrument and then said: "The drug the military injected them with
It's not perfect, and it's likely to damage their nervous system."
He sighed and said, "I'm not sure whether I can wake up or not."
"Is he your former comrade-in-arms?"
"No, I have not seen him on the battlefield, but he is also my comrade-in-arms. We all went to the battlefield with the same belief."
Stark stood somewhat silently on the other side of the hospital bed. He was very sensitive to the emotions of others, but he always felt that Connors was calm, as calm as the sea before the storm.
Stark thought, if it were him, would he use any means to take revenge on those who brought him such pain and anger?
Stark never thought that one day he would stand in the shoes of his opponents and think for them.
This perspective shocked him quite a bit, because he discovered that the so-called bad people he once considered could not do better than them if he were himself.
This was something that Stark had never expected. He had always felt that he was omnipotent, but now he discovered that his arrogance might be based on the vacuum environment created by others.
During this period of time, he had personally experienced the difficulty of coping with everything by himself without Pepper's care and Obadiah's protection.
On the one hand, he learned to take care of himself with difficulty, and on the other hand, he had to work hard to deal with various forces. Those treacherous methods that once disgusted him had to be learned even if he didn't want to, and he had to use them even if he didn't want to.
It wasn't until this moment that Stark discovered that maybe he had been living in a cradle before. He had lived for so many years, and it was probably only recently that he had just stepped out of his infancy and faced the real world as a toddler.
Schiller asked: "What are you going to do? Although Robert is dead, not all the Tartu officers have disappeared. They have always believed in their theory of super soldiers, and once they discover that the information about the Extremis Project has been leaked,
They will definitely try their best to kill them all."
"After all, once the information you have is exposed, it will be enough to shake the prestige of the entire military system. Even if you are not an officer of the Tartu system, you will not allow this to happen."
"I've been prepared for it for a long time," Connors said. "I've been prepared to be a mute."
"What do you think I will do? Avoid the military and find ways to publish this information?" Connors shook his head and said, "I have known for a long time that this is useless."
"Those people always have a way to make ordinary people believe what they should believe, and erase all the things that ordinary people should not believe. Even if I can make some people believe that it is true, people are all forgetful."
"Just like what happened to us before, when we went to the battlefield, everyone applauded us and called us heroes, but when we came back, the cold eyes and discrimination we suffered will not be because of the glory of the past.
And get better."
"We only disappeared in this society for a short time, and they forgot about us. Forgetting is a very terrible thing. It can turn white into black, and it can also erase all the serious sins in the past."
"I will keep waiting. I have been waiting for a long time and I am not afraid of waiting longer."
"I will wait until they have no way to erase my name from history before I reveal all this."
Connors' tone was calm, but everyone could feel a kind of power in his tone, which might be the precipitation of anger or the condensation of the flame of revenge.
Late at night, just as Schiller was getting ready to go to bed, he received a call from Stark. Stark said, "I have to make an appointment for two hours of psychotherapy now."
"Do you want me to scold you again?"
"I'm serious, I will pay for the consultation."
"Last time, you also had to pay for the consultation."
Stark was speechless. He stamped his feet and said, "I'm on the roof of your house right now. If you don't come up, I'll ask Jarvis to activate emergency wake-up measures."
After a while, Schiller stood on the edge of the roof. Stark stood with him in a mecha. Schiller asked: "Has anyone ever told you that whenever you don't sleep in the middle of the night, you run out in a mecha?"
Sometimes, it's like writing a line of big words on your face - 'I am a lost dog that no one wants'?"
"I'll say it again, I'm paying for psychological treatment, not to be scolded."
"Then I'll say it again, the reason why others don't get scolded is because they don't ask a psychiatrist for two hours of psychotherapy at two o'clock in the morning."
"I'll pay you overtime, whatever the amount is."
"It seems that you can only use this mecha and the fact that you are rich to cover up your current very insecure state."
Stark was silent.
"Every time you come to see me wearing a mecha, it's like telling me that your current situation is very difficult and you need to pay more."
"No wonder you raise the price every time."
Stark hesitated for a moment, then opened his visor and said, "Do you think I should do something? I mean... I can't stand what the military did even with Connors.
That plan, as a hero of justice, should I teach those inhumane demons a lesson?"
"If you want to help Connors, just say so."
"I didn't want to help him. Why would I want to help that big lizard who made my building a mess?"
"I just want justice, and I think anyone who sees that plan would want to do that, right?"
"You can admit that these actions of Connors have brought you a lot of shock. You have never thought that a person plans to continue waiting in this darkness, and continues to wait for the light that does not know whether it will come.
day."
"You find that his way of delivering justice seems to be different from yours. In this world, justice is not delivered by wearing a metal shell and beating up criminals in a big way."
"You actually can't bear it."
"Okay, I admit..." Stark sighed slightly, closed his eyes, and said: "I don't dare to think about what kind of belief he has to keep immersed in developing those potions. He is alone.
When you stay in the laboratory, don’t you feel hopeless? Don’t you feel helpless?”
"When I face those pressures, even if I have a genius brain, even if I have the entire Stark Group and the most money in the world, I feel a little... It's really difficult, no one is with you.
, a person fights alone, and he doesn’t know when he will be the best.”
Stark's Adam's apple moved, and he said: "From the time Connors learned about this plan to the time he developed the lizard serum, it would take at least a few years, right? Has he always lived like this? He has always lived here.
Haven’t you gone crazy in this environment?”
Stark has experienced this kind of despair. Obadiah was unconscious and Pepper was busy trying to turn the tide. During those days and nights that Stark spent alone in the laboratory, loneliness was like pouring out of the abyss.
In the dark tide, Stark could only use the anesthesia of alcohol to stop thinking about when his Ye Guzhou would float to the shore.
But he knew that Dr. Connors had been drifting like this for several years. Compared to Stark, who still had some hope, Dr. Connors didn't even have a ship. He was holding a piece of wood that was about to rot in the storm.
I have been wandering for countless days and nights, knowing that this sea may have no shore, but I still refuse to give up.
It was precisely because Stark had experienced it that he knew how hard that kind of loneliness was, and he also realized that no matter how high his wisdom was, he could not brew an antidote to this suffering, and he had no sense of superiority to despise people in this world.
A person who struggles hard in the midst of hardship.
"I think you always claim to be Peter's elder. In terms of age, you are indeed, but maybe it is not true in some aspects."
"What does this mean? I am his elder. I was the one who invited parents to his school two days ago."
"I mean, maybe you should learn from him in some aspects."
"Learn from him? That stupid boy?" Star curled his lips and said: "What can I learn? Learn from him and beat up a bad-mouthed bastard and still tremble? If it were me, Stark's father would definitely let that trash
I know how powerful it is..."
"The reason why I said Peter is because there is another person whose name you don't want to hear."
Stark opened his mouth and said, "I'd better ask Peter. You don't have to give me another suggestion, or I'll deduct the money."
After saying that, he clicked the armor's mask shut and flew away. Schiller shook his head.
He thought that the growth process of these superheroes was like a rich picture slowly unfolding before his eyes.
When he personally participated in this process, he discovered that these people were indeed superheroes, but they were also ordinary people, whether it was Peter, Stark, Spider-Man, or Iron Man.
Their transformation cannot be shown in one or two scenes or a few lines in comics. Their growing pains are like a mess that cannot be sorted out and cannot be fully explained.
Their mood ups and downs, emotional changes, every wavering, every firmness, are full of complex and bizarre thoughts, just like the subtle changes brought to them by every ordinary person's brain, there are too many to count.
This also made Schiller understand that the touching stories, heroic sacrifices and firm beliefs he had seen in movies and comics were not born like this.
These superheroes are like a piece of steel that has been tempered thousands of times. Schiller can see the process of their being forged. The sound and tremor made by every knock, every cluster of flames caused by the fierce collision, are like
Replenishing the fuel that the soul uses to stay alive can bring him more stimulation than a mediocre life.
Until one day, the hearts of the heroes turned into sparkling gold, and these hard-working processes were written into legendary stories.
If people who read these stories see the glorious and great side of the heroes, then Schiller, a reader deeply immersed in the stories, is more willing to record the small and trivial growing pains of these heroes.
Recording their laughter, curses, joys and sorrows as ordinary people, until one day, after those sung stories are forgotten, there are still traces of heroes who are not heroes in this world.
The answer remains that greatness is born out of the ordinary and will eventually return to the ordinary.