American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

"You said you were going to close Stark's weapons manufacturing department?" Schiller asked.

"But you shouldn't 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. "

"Actually that's not 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 **** 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 in his 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 killed 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 **** 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 across from him in silence. He said weakly, "I admit that I blamed all this on the weapon because I knew that I was the culprit, but I couldn'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 I say bluntly, 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 when something happens, there is always its source."

"But the root cause is not necessarily right or wrong. You should know better than me that the world is not black and white. You found this thing that you think should be responsible, 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 this 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 what kind of dispute he will have with Steve over the same issue, thereby destroying the entire Avengers.

"My brain told me I couldn't help 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..."

"Your **** psychiatry has never brought me any positive changes, and every time I leave you, it gets worse."

Stark almost gritted his teeth.

Schiller rarely joked with him, he said: "You can use me as a catalyst, you will understand later..."

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

Stark drew a cross on his chest, and he said, "If you keep talking like this, you will 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 mentioned his father because he was uncomfortable.

He is not some fledgling bird who needs shelter, the eagle that flew off the cliff and never came back, nor is he the person he should think of when he is 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 had 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—

I made myself a bunch of weapons that no one could make, and then armed them with my body, I felt that I was extremely powerful, and then I fell into a painful struggle when I realized that this could not solve all problems.

Schiller was writing and drawing in the notebook, and Stark said, "What are you writing?"

"Steve's psychiatric treatment is temporarily over, so Natasha put the monitor back, and I have to write you a handwritten case."

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

"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 the evil of a **** vampire doctor?"

"It's getting late. It's time for you to go back. The quarrel with Miss Pepper can't be solved 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, and 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 of my smart housekeeper, never."

Schiller opened the clinic door for him 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 messed up in his mind.

He has long accepted the fact that geniuses are all lonely, and he has come this way for most of his life. 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 neighborhood. Stark took the bus safely and left 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 see Pepper now, 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 baby bird waiting to be fed, feels cold, he still wants to burrow under her feathers.

After getting out of the car, Stark almost couldn't wait to sprint toward the building. He knew that the light in the office on the top floor must still be on, and Pepper would always work there until late at night.

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 couldn't see any office with lights on, 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?"

The one who responded to him was also silent.

Stark is really panicking now. If Jarvis doesn't respond to him, it means that he was probably hijacked or cut off from the energy source. If someone does, then their target must be Pepper. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Stark ran quickly in the office, and he ran to the office that Pepper often 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 intelligent remote control would not 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 was trembling, and he began to rummage on Pepper's desk in the dark, and he whispered to himself as he tried to comfort himself: "Damn, she'll be fine... This is the Stark Building, and no one can break through it. The defense here, I'm Stark..."

Suddenly, the lights on the entire floor came on, and Stark's eyes were shaken. 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 not long after Schiller got a call from Pepper.