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

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

Stark covered her forehead with some distress, and said, "Just because of the good things you did, Pepper has received thousands of employee complaints these days. She has to re-establish the entire employee welfare system, and she is so busy."

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

Stark touched the bridge of his nose and did not reply.

After a while, he said, "Well, I know how much pressure my decision will put on her. I know I'm a damn selfish person. I know she has helped me enough. I know I shouldn't do it, but I have no choice."

Schiller spread out the notebook at hand, and he wrote and said, "Let me think about what you want to do now, it's like a gun sentenced to death."

"But my weapon killed a lot of people."

"There is no choice, either," Schiller said.

"Do you expect them to be like Jarvis? They can speak and protest to you, do you think they like to go to that haunted place in Afghanistan? Or do you think that a bullet is produced and its lifelong ideal is to kill others on the battlefield?"

Stark sat across the street silently, and he said fragilely: "I admit that I blamed all this on weapons 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 live a life of silence, but because you feel that you have the ability to make up for it. When there is a crisis, only you have the ability to save the world and turn the tide. Out of this sense of responsibility, you have done these things."

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

"But the origin of something always has its roots."

"But the root cause may not be either right or wrong. You should know better than me about this world. You found something you think you should be responsible for, and it did not make the whole thing better. You think weapons should be responsible, so you want to close the entire weapon manufacturing department and let Pepper not sleep for several nights, leaving many employees unemployed, and even those on the battlefield won't be grateful to you."

"Is this kind of pain caused by going to the bottom of the matter really worth it?"

Stark was very painful, and his facial features were almost wrinkled together. If Spider-Man's transformation was like a grand firework, then Stark's transformation might be an inward collapse of the final star.

Stark doesn't know what kind of dispute he will have with Steve over the same issue, thus destroying the entire Avengers.

"My brain tells me there is no way not to think about right or wrong," Stark said.

"Well, since that's the case, your brain has to be responsible for it. It doesn't want to let you go, and you should go to trouble it. This is the theory you insist on, isn't it?"

"Go and ask your brain, is there any way to achieve what you want without hurting the people around you? This is the answer he should give you because it is it that makes you so painful."

Stark didn't feel better. He spread it backwards on the chair and said, "Look, I'm a fool, I hired a devil doctor and a Satan for $1 million per hour..."

"Your damn psychological diagnosis and treatment has never brought me any positive changes. Every time I leave you, it becomes even more uncomfortable."

Stark almost gritted his teeth.

Schiller rarely joked with him, saying, "You can treat me as a catalyst, and you will understand later..."

"Thinking will bring pain. No one can avoid the common sense. If you give you an injection in advance, you will be much better in the future. You will thank me."

Stark drew a cross on his chest and said, "If you are so arrogant, you will almost surpass Howard's position in my heart."

"The first time I heard you mention your father on your own initiative, but this is very strange. Most people like to call you mother when it hurts."

Stark pounded the table hard, and he didn't want to admit that he mentioned his father because he was feeling uncomfortable.

He is not a chick who needs shelter, the eagle that flew away from the cliff and never came back, nor is it the one he should think of in despair and pain.

Schiller said: "Maybe that's why you make yourself a mecha, and you wear that iron shell wherever you go, and you think that only it can protect you, and only by wearing it, you are the most powerful Iron Man.

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

Schiller had thought before that Stark and Batman were really a bit similar. Their growth experience and educational background were strangely similar, and when they faced certain problems, their choices were surprisingly consistent.

Make yourself a bunch of weapons that no one can make, and then arm them on it, feeling that you will be extremely powerful, and then when you find that this cannot solve all problems, you will fall into a painful struggle.

Schiller wrote and painted in his notebook, and Stark said, "What are you writing?"

"Steve's psychological treatment is temporarily over, so Natasha took the monitor back and I have to hand-written the case for you."

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

"There are no other words, but I remember the words you called Dad very clearly."

“5 million US 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 damn vampire doctor?"

"It's getting late, it's time for you to go back. The argument with Miss Pepper is not something you can do if you hide 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 dislike you, this shabby place. You are also lucky to make a breakfast for the talented Stark."

"Yes, then Miss Pepper worked overtime in Stark Building alone, and the staff had already left, and the building was dark and cold... Oh, Jarvis might be with her, I heard that Jarvis had feelings for her, and maybe he could understand Miss Pepper's loss better than you."

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

Schiller helped him open the clinic door 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 in a mess in his mind.

He had long accepted the fact that geniuses are lonely, and most of his life has gone through this. He always felt that he lived a good life, rich, smart, and had enough capital to realize the value of life. The excess sense of responsibility would not make him feel distressed, but he never felt as if he needed someone so much as he is today.

He rarely called the armor, and even turned off his phone. He walked slowly across the street and came to the dilapidated bus stop. The driver of the last bus had a strong smell of smoke, which made Stark feel uncomfortable, but he still walked up and found a seat to sit down.

Thanks to Schiller's 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 took it in.

"Stuck Building," said Stark.

The driver glanced at him from the rearview mirror, and he didn't realize that this was the owner of the Stark Group. After all, Stark was full of energy when he was on TV, and now he is more like a frustrated middle-aged dog.

The taxi carried Stark through the cold neon lights of New York, and the street scene quickly retreated in sight. The jazz music played on the taxi was very good with the late autumn in New York. Stark sat in the back seat, with his hands on his knees and covering his face.

He thought to himself, OK, okay, I'm such a fragile little boy, not a big hero at all, I just want to see Pepper now, and give her a hug, so that I can go to hell with saving the world.

Stark never wanted to admit his naivety, he would rather call it innocent, the innocence of genius.

But we have to admit that there must be one person in everyone's life who plays such a role, like a returning eagle, sheltering the young birds under their wings.

Pepper was just an ordinary person, not an eagle or a raptor, but when Stark, the hungry chick, felt cold, he still wanted to drill under her feathers.

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

Stark ran quickly into 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 stomping on the spot. When the elevator door opened, he rushed out quickly.

He wanted to say something to Pepper, he should say something.

But there was no light on the entire floor. Stark walked around the place and couldn't see any office with lights on, which was very abnormal.

"Peper, Pepper, are you here?" Stark shouted.

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

The response to him was also silent.

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

Stark ran quickly in the office and ran to the office that Pepper often used.

But Stark, who has no mecha, is just an ordinary person. Without night vision, Jarvis does not respond, and the smart lighting system in his entire office will not be lit.

As soon as Stark rushed in, he tripped over an office chair. After he got up, he found that he could not see clearly around him, let alone check out the details.

He opened his mouth and wanted to call mecha, but without Jarvis, the mecha's intelligent remote control would not respond.

Stark was really a little broken. He suddenly realized that everything he thought he was under control did not actually belong to him. After losing that shell, Iron Man was just an ordinary person who could not see in the darkness.

His voice trembled a little, and he began to touch the black and flipped around Pepper's desk. He whispered in a low voice as if he wanted to comfort himself: "Damn it, she won't be in trouble... This is the Stark Building, no one can break through the defense here, I am Stark..."

Suddenly, the lights on the whole floor lit up, and Stark was blinded. He covered his eyes and turned around, and found Pepper showing up at the door of the office with a remote control. Stark stayed in place.

Then before Pepper could speak, Stark rushed up and hugged her. Pepper had never seen Stark so frightened.

She heard Stark keep reciting: "I knew you would be fine... Of course you would be fine..."

Pepper sighed. This chick, which was almost bigger than an eagle, was so abominable, but so irresistible.
Chapter completed!