Compared to Gotham, New York does not rain frequently, and the weather here is always pretty sunny, but there are always a few exceptions during the year.

On this day, before dawn, it started drizzling over New York.

This is not good news for the people of Hell Kitchen. As the largest slum in Manhattan, there is no municipal welfare here. Without diligent street sweepers, the rain will only make the streets muddy. If you don’t want your sneakers to be scrapped, you can only wear heavy rain boots.

The odor of garbage and dust would be more obvious in such weather. Schiller closed the windows on the first floor, and there were always a few drunkards spitting out there on his back street, which was unbearable.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound from the doorbell, and Schiller glanced at his watch. It was 6:30 in the morning. Even in the fast-paced New York, it was too early.

Schiller went downstairs and saw a tall man with blonde hair and blue eyes staring at the desk calendar on his bar.

Schiller said: "It seems that Natasha has really made an appointment for me with an amazing person. It is rare for people who will get up before 7 o'clock these days."

The man said, "So I am very glad that I found a fellow friend here."

Schiller took out the files that Natasha sent last night. He looked at the photos on the files, then looked up and down the man and said, "Steve Rogers, there is no limit on the treatment time that SHIELD has made for you. They are so generous, it seems that your problem should be very serious."

Steve shrugged and said, "They think everything is serious, including the fact that I ran out without breakfast."

Schiller knocked on the table and signaled him to sit down, and he said, "Then your decision is correct. Perhaps the people from SHIELD didn't tell you that if you happened to come at meal time, I don't mind treating you to a meal."

Steve smiled, his handsome face looked handsome and cheerful.

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

Steve wasn't actually hungry, but the breakfast smell was so fragrant. He picked up the bread and asked, "Is there any butter?"

Schillerpo looked at him unexpectedly and said, "Oh, there is only strawberry jam."

Then he looked up and down Steve and said, "It seems you are an old-school person. There are not many people who butter the bread now."

"It's okay, it's just that I'm not used to eating such sweet jam for breakfast."

"Then I'll give you some sauce, I made it myself."

Schiller took out a jar and handed it to Steve.

Steve glanced at the coffee cup that was about the size of a bottle cap, and the espresso that had a strong flavor inside, and said, "I'm sorry, but can I have an American coffee?"

"American coffee? Actually, you can just say you want my cup of water." Schiller said.

On the other side, Natasha, who was monitoring the video, said to the intercom: "The monitoring subject calls American coffee dirty water, and he suspects that it may have Italian ancestry..."

Steve was not angry, he just waved his hand and said, "Hey, don't say that, I just think that condensation is not good for the heart."

Before he could finish his speech, Schiller drank two cups of espresso, then took a big bite of chocolate, and the symbiota hummed happily in his mind.

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

"At first, Nick told me that I would come to the slums to find a psychiatrist myself. I don't understand. Isn't SHIELD's own doctor good enough?" Steve said.

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

“It’s more like a courtroom than a psychological counseling room.”

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

Steve smiled helplessly and said, "That's all old calendars, including myself."

"I think SHIELD should also really want you to go to their own psychological counseling room, but I'm afraid they themselves know that there won't solve your problem there."

Schiller lowered his fork and said, "Did you come from the outside street? 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 there is no change here."

"In the era when I lived, the slums were like this. The dirty and smelly drains were full of vomit from drunken men. The drunkards who had already died of drunkenness leaned against the corner of the building. The gangsters couldn't get a single child from their pockets. Even the children used to touch the people's pockets and never learned well."

"Many years have passed, and it is still the case here, and nothing has changed."

"What kind of changes do you think have happened in the past few decades?" Schiller asked with a bite of bread.

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

Schiller shook his head and said, "You won the war, Captain America, yours did win those ***s, we won, the war of justice has been over for many years."

"You think victory should bring many benefits, such as more prosperity in society and better life, and for those suffering, you are willing to fight to the last moment, and you do do that."

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 what you were looking forward to before your death. Apart from the black world, it has not turned into white, but has turned into gray, a color you can't understand."

Steve pursed his lips and seemed a little silent. Schiller said: "I know your problem is not what S.H.I.E.L.D. thinks. It's too long and is out of touch with society. It's not that you can't use your mobile phone. You like to listen to radio and have too regular schedules."

"For Captain America, as long as he wants to learn, he can't learn no modern society's tools."

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

"You are resisting this era and unwilling to accept it, unwilling to accept the fact that the results of your hard work are not as beautiful as you expected."

Steve said bitterly: "I have done my best, and even if the result is not good enough, I am trying to accept it. But what makes me most sad is that in war, if people are not doing well, I will hit my enemies and defeat them no matter what the price they pay. But now, people are not doing well, I don't know who the opponent is."

"Maybe you have ever thought that your era has passed, and the era you are responsible for people has passed, and you don't have to become a war machine again."

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

Schiller said: "Captain America, you are so compassionate, so even if I suggest you pursue your hobbies, such as drawing some comics and doing exercise, you won't let go of the suffering of these people and just enjoy yourself. You are not like this, so I won't give you such useless advice."

"I believe that SHIELD's psychologists have said this to you, right? Are there any people in this world who won't enjoy life? They think so from the bottom of their hearts, and they think that if they are like you, they will definitely fly to Hawaii for vacation, anyway, SHIELD will pay the bill."

"Ordinary people cannot understand your somewhat overwhelming compassion and responsibility, and of course you don't have to worry about their misunderstanding."

Steve agreed deeply, and he felt that someone could finally understand him. He complained: "They think I have a lot to do, such as fitness, watching movies, playing game consoles, but what I want to do is not that. I showed resistance, and they felt that I was too out of date and could not play these things."

"But maybe you can change your thinking and not pursue 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 and find them. Only those who have saved the world like you or are saving the world will understand you."

Schiller said: "And, good people of this era are not unlikely to encounter trouble. They are not as long as you live or have rich experience. They may have the strength but cannot use it. They may have passion but lack skills. They may also be scattered and not united enough."

"You can go find these people. Your era is over, but the earth still needs to turn, and there are still people who continue to fight to save the world, right?"

Steve sighed and said, "I am a veteran who is outdated but unwilling to go down the line of fire. You're right, Doctor, it's time for those recruits to go to the battlefield."

"But I'm a little confused. Can I really help? After all, it seems that the rules of the world operating are completely different from those during war."

"I have someone here who must recommend it to you. He is a lucky boy, and his experience is very similar to yours. He was originally just an otaku who was bullied in school. Suddenly one day, he gained great strength. He began to jump up and down in the city without doing any serious things."

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

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

"He is still in school, he is about to take the final exam and is reviewing."

"My God, how could he still be in school?"

He slapped the table with some anger and said to the monitoring device on the table: "Hey, Nick, what did you do? How can you let a transformed warrior stay in school? If he can't control his power, how many people will be injured?"

Steve stood up, Schiller waved his hand to signal to him, saying, "I said, he is a lucky boy. He is different from you. He is not a drug-making person, but a special mutation. His power will gradually grow, rather than becoming uncontrollable in one breath."

"I mean, you know, this kind of adolescent guy, who is arrogant and sensitive, impulsive and timid, needs someone to teach him well, and it is best to let him see the sinisterness of society."

Steve clenched his fists and said, "Indeed, I have seen many new recruits like this. I want to rush to the battlefield with my passion. When I saw the bombing and grenades, I was so scared that I screamed. They are still far from it."

Schiller said: "I guess he will finish the exam tomorrow night and will definitely come out to wander. You can stop him and beat him up. Don't worry, he has a strong mutant ability, and it's no big deal to get beaten up."
Chapter completed!