Chapter 1416: Return of the Old Days (XV)

The next morning, Stark drove a flashy sports car to take Peter Parker to the door of the clinic. They saw Schiller sitting in front of the window on the second floor writing something downstairs, but they could guess what Schiller was writing. It was nothing more than those papers or medical records full of professional terms of psychiatry.

Peter looked very unhappy when he got out of the car. He crossed his arms angrily and looked at Stark who came out of the car and said, "You drove a sports car worth tens of millions of dollars and took me to the streets of New York, and you didn't close the roof. The headlines of the tabloids tomorrow morning will definitely be embarrassing!"

"I never close the roof, you know." Stark shrugged nonchalantly, put on sunglasses, threw a piece of gum into his mouth, and said, "Don't worry, I got the news yesterday. Recently, their focus is on whether I have 'more than me' with Captain America. You are not their target for the time being."

"Compare...what?" Peter didn't understand at all. He frowned and followed Stark into the clinic. Stark said without looking back, "It's what you did on the night you celebrated Gwen's birthday."

Peter froze and opened his mouth exaggeratedly. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should be shocked that Stark knew what he and Gwen did, or that the tabloid dared to write what Stark and Captain America did.

Schiller opened the door of the clinic. Peter saw Captain America wearing a pullover. He looked funny because he couldn't find the exit of his head with his eyes covered. He threw the bag in his hand on the sofa next to him and asked with a sniff: "Doctor, do you have breakfast? I want to eat scrambled eggs."

"Go fry them yourself." Schiller started working on the laptop again, as if he was replying to a student's email. Captain America, who had put on a sweater, moved his shoulders to prevent his sleeves from rushing forward and said: "Come on, I can make breakfast."

Stark hugged his arms and leaned against the door of the clinic, listening to the quarrels coming from the street in the distance. Not long after, a door was thrown against the wall on his side with a "bang". Natasha yelled at Stark: "Tony Stark! The spirit of the Avengers that you provided to S.H.I.E.L.D. The health maintenance fee bill made Nick curse for three and a half hours, and the entire financial department of the administrative bureau was in chaos for the whole morning. You must give me an explanation! ! "

"Natasha! Natasha! Come back soon!" Hawkeye Barton chased after her, trying to stop the angry female agent, while Stark tilted his head towards Natasha and said nonchalantly: "You should ask the person who finally got the money, not me."

"The biggest reason for the chaos in the financial department is that the person who got the money is not here now!" Natasha said coldly: "Nick needs him to settle the account. No matter what, I will take Dr. Schiller away."

"You can do this." Stark shrugged and said: "If his mental evaluation report does not pass, you let him participate in the work of S.H.I.E.L.D., then no one can recover. The members of the Avengers will undergo another psychological evaluation because this is contradictory. "

The female agent pursed her lips tightly and stared at Stark. After a while, she lowered her voice and gritted her teeth and said, "You don't know how anxious Nick is now to include your sky-high bill in the expenses of SHIELD in order to get more funds, but this requires Dr. Schiller to confirm that you have indeed spent so much money on maintaining mental health, so we..."

"Ahem." Stark coughed twice, and then suddenly raised his voice and said, "You mean, even if Dr. Schiller's mental evaluation report does not pass, even if his mental state is not suitable for continuing to work, you still hope that he will be reinstated to pay for Nick's greed?"

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Ma'am!" Peter, who was connecting the game console cable next to the TV interface, stood up and said, "I'm so happy, I'm so happy!" She jumped up immediately, rushed to the door and said, "Don't tell me it's like this, it's immoral, you can't force a mental patient to hire!"

Feeling Steve's disapproving look in the kitchen, Natasha covered her forehead. She grabbed Stark and pulled him out of the door, lowering her voice and saying, "What are you doing? You know Schiller is fine."

"But he may be doing something that keeps him busy."

Natasha opened her eyes slightly, looked at Stark and said, "You mean, he has a new plan? But I didn't hear anything from Nick."

Stark stretched out a finger and emphasized, "The four of them, I mean Stephen, Loki, Nick and Schiller, they are much more cunning than the mentally ill patients who want to hide drugs in the mental hospital. It's too easy to hide it from you."

"Nick is also involved?" Natasha asked with a frown.

"Who knows. "

Natasha's eyes rolled, and then she grabbed Stark's arm and said, "You keep an eye on Schiller, I'll keep an eye on Nick, and let Helen keep an eye on her mother, that's all."

Stark raised his eyebrows with some repression, looked at the female agent and said, "You actually want to stand on my side? Instead of joining them in that messed up plan?"

"I mean, they all need a break! You have to know that Nick just grabbed a Skrull's neck and made him imitate himself, so that he had two bodies and didn't rest for 24 hours! They are all crazy! Terrible workaholics!"

"They always want to give the earth and humans a big surprise, but if they don't rest, the next biggest surprise we will receive will be their corpses!"

Stark immediately stopped the female agent's arm, took her a little further away, and said: "Okay, that's it, send me a few more agents, and keep an eye on their house and it will be safe."

Natasha lifted her red hair in front of her forehead, hugged her arms and said: "No, this is too much, Nick will make trouble for me."

"Then use your other channel."

Natasha raised her eyes and stared at Stark. There was a trace of suspicion in the eyes of the female agent, but in the end she lowered her eyes and said: "Okay, but you'd better be careful, they won't be soft on capitalists like you."

Natasha strode away, and Batman asked in Stark's heart: "What is the other channel of this Russian woman you mentioned?"

"She is not a Russian woman." Stark said as he walked towards the clinic: "She is Su "

Batman had a bad feeling in his heart, and he asked in an uncertain tone: "Wouldn't the other channel be the KGB?"

"Congratulations, you got it right."

Batman was silent for a while, probably digesting this shocking fact, he still chose to express his shock: "As the leader of the world's largest capital group, you let a Soviet-led KGB keep an eye on the place you will frequent in the next few days?"

"What are you afraid of?" Stark shrugged indifferently, Batman was silent for a while and said: "You let the KGB keep an eye on your friends?"

Stark leaned against the curtains to watch Steve cook, and said: "I let my friends keep an eye on the KGB... to ensure that their beliefs and behaviors are still pure."

The amount of information in this sentence really stunned Batman, and he suddenly thought of a detail. When Schiller was in his universe, Schiller read a poem by Pushkin on the way they drove to his new residence together.

"Have you been beaten by him?" This is an affirmative sentence from Batman.

"That depends on what level." Stark began to knock on the window childishly to interfere with Steve's actions, and said: "Not physically, but he beat everyone mentally, as well as the entire American political arena, and almost the entire universe, and almost all universes."

"You should tell me about his glorious history."

"I'm planning to do that."

When Steve impatiently knocked on the window with the handle of the shovel to respond to Stark, Stark leaned on the edge of the window on the outer wall of the clinic and began to share Schiller's brilliant experience of screwing light bulbs with Batman.

Peter in the house began to shout and scream, because he just grabbed a task in the Spider APP that was easy and could earn a lot of points, so he had to apologize to Schiller and then go to catch up with his task.

It seemed that Schiller didn't say anything, so Peter rushed out the door in a hurry. Steve's breakfast was not ready yet, and Peter rushed back again, holding Helen in his arms.

Peter came out of the house, handed Helen in his hand to Stark, and said: "Thor issued a task, hoping that I can bring Helen to you, because he is trying to make Loki go back to his confinement. Sorry, I am just repeating Thor's words, because Loki is trying to make him and others complete all the work of the entire Interstellar Technology Expo."

After Stark took Helen, he heard the extremely exaggerated version from the little girl's mouth.

"You won't believe it. My mother is almost working herself to death! Okay, she's not an Aesir, but she's also a frost giant, and a magician who has been training her mental power for years. But last night, her mental power went haywire and destroyed her bedroom and an entire floor of Asgard."

"The doctor, Odin, and Frigga diagnosed that she was overworked. Her brain and spirit couldn't support her to continue working like this. Now Thor has locked her up, which obviously doesn't solve the problem."

"The Lokis from other universes are also about to collapse from exhaustion. They want to save Asgard within a day. Do you understand? Every Loki is such a lunatic, and Thor can't persuade even one of them to go back and have a good sleep. He's almost pissed off."

Hai Helen talked for several minutes, and then emphasized that Thor used force: "Yes, he and Loki had a fight, but it was more like he knocked Loki unconscious unilaterally, but we all know that this is not the end."

"So he wants me to do something?"

"He wants you to do something for the nine kingdoms." Helen jumped to the balcony next to Stark and said, "He wants to know how you control Schiller, who is obviously crazier than Loki."

Stark pursed his lips and showed a nostalgic look. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he touched Helen's head and said, "It's very simple, keep an eye on him 24 hours a day."

"Or you can put it in a more fundamental way." Stark looked into Helen's eyes and uttered that word: "Accompany him."

Helen blinked and tilted her head, as if trying to understand what this meant. At this time, a breeze blew by, and the dark atmosphere became more intense. A voice came from behind Stark.

"Hello, Your Majesty the Iron Demon, I am Hela."

Stark turned his head and saw the figure of Hela, who was still noble and calm. The black-haired princess put her finger on her chin and said.

"The mutants have sent the M'kraan crystal into the nine kingdoms. It is currently staying at the place we agreed on, which is my underworld, and I am also fulfilling my duty to pick you up to inspect the goods."

Stark glanced into the window. Schiller, Steve and Peter had finished breakfast and sat on the sofa to watch TV, so he didn't think much about it, put Helen down, and followed Hela away.

Schiller turned his eyes away from the TV and looked at Stark's back as he left. He pretended to be sleepy and closed his eyes, focusing his attention on the gray ring on his finger.

In the world covered with gray fog, a black sun quietly hangs high in the sky, still magnificent, terrifying and magnificent, but this time, opposite him floats an equally huge storybook.

Above the storybook, a feather pen floats in the air, writing something fluently, and soon an old hand holds the pen, and a line of sight stares at the new story in the book-

"On an ordinary summer evening in the southwest, I returned to my home in Englewood. I haven't been here for many years, but what I need to do more than miss is to visit my mother's grave..."

When the last sentence fell, a low sigh came.

"You attracted me here with a good story, so what do you want?"

The black sun did not respond, and the old face wearing a crown emerged from the void. His eyes stared at the pattern on the black sun and read the information on it-

"Hello, Loki, the god of stories."

No time to play games, hum