Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Chapter 30
Compared to Gotham, it doesn't rain as often in New York, and the weather here is always fair, but there are always a few exceptions throughout the year.

On this day, before dawn, a drizzle fell over New York.

This is not good news for the people of Hell's Kitchen. As Manhattan's largest slum, it does not enjoy any municipal benefits. There are no diligent street sweepers. The rain will only make the streets more muddy. If you don't want your sneakers Scrap, you can only wear heavy rain boots.

The odor of garbage and dust would be more pronounced in weather like this. Schiller had closed the windows on the first floor, and there were always a few drunks in his backstreet, and the smell was unbearable.

suddenly.There was a crisp ring from the doorbell, and Schiller glanced at his watch. It was 6:30 a.m., too early even in fast-paced New York.

When Schiller went downstairs, he saw a tall man with blond hair and blue eyes, staring at the desk calendar on his bar counter.

Schiller said: "It seems that Natasha has really reserved an amazing person for me. People who get up before 7 o'clock this year are really rare."

The man said, "So I'm very fortunate to have found a friend here."

Schiller took out the file that Natasha sent him last night. He looked at the photos on the file, then looked the man up and down again, and said, "Steve Rogers, there is no time for the consultation that S.H.I.E.L.D. Cap, they're so generous, it looks like your problem should be serious."

Steve shrugged. "They thought everything was serious, including my running out without breakfast."

Schiller knocked on the table and motioned him to sit down, and he said, "Then you made the right decision, maybe the SHIELD people didn't tell you, if you come at dinner time, I don't mind treating you to dinner. "

Steve smiled, his handsome face looking handsome and hearty.

Schiller made an American breakfast of toast, fried bacon, two sausages, two large hash browns, and two cups of coffee.

Steve wasn't actually hungry, but the smell of breakfast was really fragrant. He picked up the bread and asked, "Do you have butter?"

Schiller gave him a surprised look and said, "Oh, only strawberry jam."

Then he looked Steve up and down and said, "Looks like you're an old-school guy, not many people put butter on bread these days."

Steve said, "It's okay, it's just that I'm not used to having such sweet jams for breakfast."

"Then here's some sauce for you, I made it myself."

Schiller took out a jar and handed it to Steve.

Steve took another look at the coffee cup, which was about the size of a bottle cap, and the strong espresso inside, and said, "I'm sorry, but can I have an Americano?"

"Americano? Actually, you could just ask me for a glass of water," Schiller said.

On the other side, Natasha, who was listening, said into the walkie-talkie: "The monitoring object calls American coffee dirty water, and suspects that it may have Italian ancestry..."

Steve wasn't mad, he just waved and said, "Hey, don't say that, I just don't think concentration is good for the heart."

Before he could finish his sentence, Schiller even made two cups of espresso, then took a big bite of chocolate, and the symbiote hummed happily in his head.

Schiller sat across from Steve and the two started having breakfast together.

"At first Nick told me to ask me to come to the slum to find a psychiatrist. I didn't understand it. Isn't S.H.I.E.L.D.'s own doctor good enough?" Steve said.

"But now, I find that the atmosphere here is much better than those white and dazzling psychological counseling rooms of SHIELD."

"It's more like a courtroom than a counseling room."

"Who can judge you?" Schiller asked. "Trial Captain America?"

Steve smiled helplessly, and said, "That's all the old yellow calendar, including myself."

"I think S.H.I.E.L.D. should also very much want you to go to their own counseling room, but I'm afraid they themselves know that it won't solve your problems there."

Schiller put down his fork, and he said, "Did you come from the street outside? What do you think of this place? I mean, this slum."

Steve pursed his lips and said, "I don't know how to describe it, it's scary here because nothing has changed here."

"It was the same way in the slums when I lived, dirty and smelly gutters, full of drunken vomit, dead drunks leaning on the corner of the building, and gangsters couldn't get a single penny out of their pockets. Son, even children are habitually touching people's pockets and never learn well."

"Many years have passed, and it's still the same here, nothing has changed."

"What do you think should have changed over the past few decades?" Schiller asked, taking a bite of the bread.

Steve spread his hands and said, "Even if we can't eradicate slums, we should make him smaller or better."

Schiller shook his head and said: "You won the war, Captain America, you did win the bastards, we won, and the just war has ended for many years."

"You think victory should bring many benefits, such as a more prosperous society, a better life for people, and you are willing to fight to the end for the sake of those who are suffering, and you do."

Schiller shook his head gently and said: "After decades, when you wake up again, you find that this world is not like this, and it has not become the way you envisioned before you died. It became white, but it became gray, a color you can't read."

Steve pursed his lips and seemed a little silent, and Schiller said: "I know your problem is not what S.H.I.E.L.D. thinks at all, sleeping for too long, being out of touch with society, not knowing how to use mobile phones, listening to the radio, working and resting at all. Small problems like too much regularity."

"For Captain America, as long as he wants to learn, there is no tool of modern society that he cannot learn."

"If he can't learn it, it's only because he doesn't want to learn."

"You're resisting this era, you don't want to accept it, you don't want to accept the fact that the results of your hard work are not as good as you hoped."

Steve said bitterly: "I have tried my best, and even if the result is not good enough, I am trying to accept it. But the saddest thing for me is that during the war, if people are not doing well, then I will go Beat my enemies and beat them no matter the cost, but right now, people are not doing well, and I don't know who the opponent is."

"Perhaps you have ever thought that your era has passed, and then the era of you being responsible for people has passed, and you don't need to be a war machine anymore."

"Then what should I do? I should do something, right?"

"Captain America, you're so compassionate, so even if I suggest you pursue your hobbies, like drawing cartoons, doing sports, you won't let go of the suffering of these people and just take care of them," Schiller said. Enjoy yourself, you are not such a person, so I will not give you such useless advice."

"I believe the psychiatrist of S.H.I.E.L.D. also told you that, right? Are there still people in this world who don't enjoy life? They think so from the bottom of their hearts, and they think if they were like you, they would fly away right away. I went on vacation to Hawaii, and S.H.I.E.L.D. paid for it anyway.”

"Ordinary people don't understand your excess sympathy and sense of responsibility, and you certainly don't have to worry about their incomprehension."

Steve took it seriously, he felt that someone could finally understand him, and he complained: "They think I have a lot of things to do, such as fitness, watching movies, playing game consoles, but what I have to do It's not that. I show resistance and they think I'm too out of date to play this stuff."

"But maybe you can change your way of thinking, don't seek understanding from ordinary people. The world is so big, you are not a good person in this era, but there are good people in every era, you can go to them, these are the same as you have once saved Those who have lived the world, or are saving the world, will understand you."

Schiller said: "Also, the good people of this era are not immune to trouble. They don't live as long as you, and they don't have as much experience as you. They may have power but not use it, and they may have a passion. It lacks skill, and it may be scattered and ununited.”

"You can go and find these people. Your era has passed, but the earth is still going to turn, and there are still people who continue to fight to save the world, don't they?"

Steve sighed and said, "I'm an outdated veteran who doesn't want to get off the line. You're right, doctor, it's time for those new recruits to go to the field."

"But I have some doubts, can I really help? After all, it seems that the rules of this world are completely different from those in war."

"I have someone here that I have to recommend to you. He is a lucky boy, and his experience is very similar to yours. He was just an otaku who was bullied in school. Suddenly, one day, he gained great power and began to Jumping up and down the city, not doing anything serious."

"You know how dangerous it would be to suddenly gain huge power. It is no exaggeration to say that his power is still growing. Dozens of well-trained special forces may not be his opponents."

Steve couldn't sit still immediately, he said: "Indeed, I just received the transformation, and I couldn't control my strength. I accidentally injured two medical staff. Where is he now? Where is he? Hospital?"

"He's still in school, he's about to take his final exam, and he's studying."

"My God, why is he still at school?"

He patted the table angrily and said to the monitor on the table, ""Hey Nick, what did you do?How can you keep a transformation fighter at school?If he can't control his power, how many people will be injured? "

Steve stood up, and Schiller waved his hand at him and said, "I said, he is a lucky boy, he is different from you, not a modified person with drugs, but a special mutation, his The power grows gradually, rather than becoming uncontrollable in one go."

"I mean, this kind of teenage guy, you know, arrogant and sensitive, impulsive and timid, someone needs to teach him well, preferably let him see the sinister society."

Steve squeezed his fist and said, "Indeed, I have seen many recruits like this. They want to rush to the battlefield with their blood, and when they see the bombing and grenades, they are frightened and screamed. They are not far behind. Woolen cloth."

Schiller said: "It is estimated that he will finish the exam tomorrow night, and he will definitely come out to wander. You can stop him and beat him. Rest assured, his mutation ability is very strong, and it is not a big deal to be beaten."

Steve was even gearing up for it, which reminded him of the days on the battlefield, those young recruits, who were rectified by the captain one by one, shouted, watching the recruits collapse is one of the few in his military career, let him A moment of relaxation and joy.

　Writer's Theater:
Schiller: I drink coffee only from espresso

Natasha: He's definitely not American!

Schiller: I only eat dumplings with strawberry jam
Natasha: He is definitely not Chinese!

Schiller: I only drink Fukushima mineral water

Natasha: He is definitely not from Earth!

　
(End of this chapter)