Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Chapter 34
"You said you were going to shut down Stark's weapons department?" Schiller asked.

"But you shouldn't have come to me about this," Schiller continued.

Stark covered his forehead with some distress, and said: "Because of the good things you have done, Pepper has received thousands of employee complaints in the past few days, and she has to redesign the entire employee benefit system, and she is very busy. "

"It's not really the point," Schiller said. "If you want to talk, she's always willing to listen."

Stark touched the bridge of his nose and didn't answer.

After a while he said, "Well, I know how much pressure this decision will put on her, I know I'm a damn selfish bastard, I know, she's helped me enough, I know I It shouldn't be, but I have no choice."

Schiller spread out the notebook at hand, and he wrote as he wrote: "Let me think about it, what you want to do now is like a death sentence for a gun."

"But my weapon kills a lot of people."

"We have no choice for weapons," Schiller said.

"Can't you expect them all to be like Jarvis? They'll open their mouths, they'll protest to you, do you think they'd love to go to that shitty part of Afghanistan? Or do you think that a bullet is produced and its life The ideal is to kill others on the battlefield?"

Stark sat on the opposite side in silence, and he said weakly: "I admit that I blame all this on the weapon because I know that I am the culprit, but I can't judge myself."

"But I also know that, Mr. Stark, you can't judge yourself, not because you want to survive, but because you think you have the ability to make up for it all, when there is a crisis, only you have this The ability to save the world, to turn the tide, and out of this sense of responsibility, you did these things."

"But let me bluntly say, have you ever thought that you must find a responsible person or thing for a matter and judge them. It is actually a rather arbitrary and reckless idea."

"But the emergence of a thing always has its roots."

"But the root cause is not necessarily right or wrong. You should know better than me that this world is not black and white. You found this thing that you think you should be responsible for, and it didn't make the whole thing any better. You think weapons should be responsible. , so you want to shut down the entire weapons department, and then put Pepper out of sleep for a few nights, put a lot of employees out of work, and even those on the battlefield won't appreciate you."

"Is the pain of getting to the bottom of it really worth it?"

Stark's performance was very painful, and the facial features of his entire face were almost wrinkled together. If Spider-Man's transformation is like a grand fireworks, then Stark's transformation may be a final star. Collapse inward.

Now Stark doesn't know how he will quarrel with Steve over the same issue, thereby ruining the entire Avengers.

"My brain told me that I couldn't stop thinking about right and wrong," Stark said.

"Well, in this case, your brain has to be responsible for it. It doesn't want to let you go, so you should go to its trouble. This is the theory you insist on, isn't it?"

"Ask your brain, is there any way to achieve what you want without hurting those around you? That's the answer he should give you, because that's what makes you so miserable."

Stark didn't feel any better. He stretched back on the chair and said, "Look, I'm an idiot. I hired a devil doctor, a Satan for $100 million an hour..."

"Your bloody psychiatry has never brought me any positive change and every time I leave you it just gets worse."

Stark almost gritted his teeth.

Schiller, rarely joking with him, said, "You can use me as a catalyst, and you'll understand later..."

"Thinking will bring pain. No one can exempt you from the custom. You can help you get a needle in advance, and you will be much better in the future. You will thank me."

Stark drew a cross on his chest and said, "If you keep talking like this, you'll almost surpass Howard's place in my heart."

"This is the first time I heard you mention your father, but it's very strange. When people are in pain, they prefer to call their mother."

Stark thumped the table hard, and he didn't want to admit that he brought up his father because he was uncomfortable.

He was not some fledgling in need of shelter, the eagle that flew off the cliff and never came back, nor the person he should have thought of when he was in despair and pain.

Schiller said: "Perhaps because of this, you will make mecha for yourself. Wherever you wear that iron shell, you think that only it can protect you, and only when you wear it, you are the best. Mighty Iron Man.

"But I have to say, if you can't learn to take it off, you'll never be a real Iron Man."

Schiller has thought about it before, Stark and Batman are really a bit similar, their upbringings and educational backgrounds are bizarrely similar, and when they face certain problems, the methods they choose are surprisingly consistent— —

Build yourself a bunch of weapons that no one can build, and then arm yourself with them, feeling that you are extremely powerful, and then find yourself in a painful struggle when you find that this doesn't actually solve all your problems.

Schiller wrote and drew in the notebook, and Stark said, "What are you writing?"

"Steve's psychiatry is over for the time being, so Natasha put the monitor back and I had to hand you a handwritten case."

Stark narrowed his eyes and said, "Did you write down what I just said?"

"Nothing else, but I remember the sentence you called Dad very clearly."

"Five million dollars."

Schiller threw the notebook directly in front of Stark. Stark picked up the lighter and lit it. He cursed in a low voice, "How could I believe in a bloody vampire doctor?"

"It's getting late. You should go back. The quarrel with Miss Pepper is not something you can solve by hiding outside." Schiller said.

Stark obviously didn't want to leave at all, he said: "That spider boy can live with you, why can't I? I don't even despise your broken place, and you are also fortunate to be able to do something for the genius Stark. breakfast."

"Yeah, then Miss Pepper was working overtime alone in the Stark Building, the staff had already left, and the building was dark and cold... oh, Jarvis might be with her, I heard Jarvis He also has feelings, and maybe he understands Miss Pepper's loss better than you."

Stark couldn't sit still immediately, he jumped up from his chair, put on his jacket and said, "I won't be jealous with my smart housekeeper, never."

Schiller helped him open the door to the clinic and said, "Yes, of course, of course, God bless Jarvis."

After Stark left the clinic, he was in a very bad mood, and all kinds of thoughts were a mess in his mind.

He has long accepted the fact that geniuses are all lonely, and most of his life has come this way. He has always felt that he is living a good life, rich, smart, and has enough capital to realize the value of life, and excess sense of responsibility. It won't make him feel distressed, but he has never felt as much in need of company as he does today.

Rarely did he not call for the armor, and even turned off his mobile phone. He walked slowly down the street and came to the dilapidated bus stop. The driver of the last bus had a strong smell of smoke on his body. , Xun's Stark was very uncomfortable, but he still walked up and found a seat to sit down.

Thanks to Schiller's famous reputation, no one dared to mess around in the nearby block. Stark took the bus safely out of Hell's Kitchen. On the streets of New York, he stopped a taxi and got in.

"Stark Building," said Stark.

The driver glanced at him in the rear-view mirror. He didn't see that this was the owner of the Stark Group. After all, when Stark was on TV, he was always in high spirits. Now, he is more like a middle-aged frustrated person. Bereaved dog.

The taxis carry Stark through the icy neon of New York, the street scene rewinds rapidly in sight, and the jazz music played on the taxi matches the late autumn in New York. Stark sits in the back seat with his hands on his back. on your knees, covering your face.

He thought to himself, okay, okay, I'm such a fragile little boy, not a big hero at all, I just want to meet Pepper right now and give her a hug and save the world to hell.

Stark has never been willing to admit his naivety, he prefers to call it innocence, the innocence of geniuses alone.

But I have to admit that in everyone's life, there must be a person who plays such a role, like a homing eagle, sheltering the chicks under their wings.

Pepper is just an ordinary person, not an eagle or a bird of prey, but when Stark, the cuddly chick, feels cold, he still wants to burrow under her feathers.

After getting out of the car, Stark almost couldn't wait to run towards the building. He knew that the light in the office on the top floor must still be on, and Pepper would work there until late every time.

Stark hurried to the elevator. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He was like a fledgling boy. He rubbed his hands nervously in the elevator and kept walking in place until the elevator door opened. He rushed out quickly.

He wanted to say something to Pepper, and he should have said something.

But there was no light on the whole floor. Stark turned around in place, and he could not see that any office was lit, which was very abnormal.

"Pepper, Pepper, are you there?" Stark shouted.

But the only answer to him was the repeated echoes in the office. Stark slammed the glass door next to him, and then shouted: "Jarvis? Are you there? Jarvis, where have you been?"

There was also silence in response to him.

Stark is really panicked this time. If Jarvis doesn't respond to him, it means that he is likely to be hijacked or cut off from energy. If someone does, then their target must be Pepper.

Stark ran quickly in the office, and he ran to the office that Pepper usually used.

But Stark, who has no mecha, is just an ordinary person. He has no night vision ability. If Jarvis does not respond, the intelligent lighting system in his entire office will not turn on.

As soon as Stark rushed in, he tripped over an office chair that came across. After he got up, he found that he couldn't see the surroundings at all, let alone check any details.

He opened his mouth to call the mecha, but without Jarvis, the mecha's smart remote wouldn't respond.

Stark was really broken. He suddenly discovered that everything he thought he was in control of didn't actually belong to him. After losing that outer shell, Iron Man was just a blind man in the dark. of ordinary people.

His voice trembled a little, and he began to rummage on Pepper's desk in the dark, and he whispered as he tried to console himself: "Damn, she'll be fine... This is the Stark Building, and no one can Breaking through the defenses here, I'm Stark..."

Suddenly, the lights on the whole floor came on, and Stark was dazzled. He covered his eyes and turned around, and found that Pepper appeared at the door of the office with a remote control, and Stark stayed where he was.

Then, before Pepper could speak, Stark rushed up and hugged her. Pepper had never seen such a terrified Stark.

She heard Stark keep reciting: "I knew you'd be fine... Of course you'll be fine..."

Pepper sighed. This chick, who was almost bigger than an eagle, was so disgusting, yet so irresistible.

Now turn the clock back a little, back to when Stark had just left the clinic when Schiller got a call from Pepper.

(End of this chapter)