Chapter 30 Rogers' Troubles

Compared to Gotham, it doesn't rain often in New York. The weather here is always sunny, but there are always a few exceptions in a year.

On this day, before dawn, a drizzle fell over New York.

This is not good news for the people of Hell's Kitchen. As the largest slum in Manhattan, it does not enjoy any municipal benefits. There are no diligent street sweepers. Rain will only make the streets more muddy. If you don't want your sneakers to be scrapped, you can only wear heavy rain boots.

The odor of garbage and dust will be more obvious in such weather. Schiller closed the windows on the first floor. There are always a few drunkards vomiting in his back street, and the smell is unbearable.

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

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

Schiller said, "It seems that Natasha really made an appointment for me with an extraordinary person. It's rare to find someone who gets up before 7 o'clock these days."

The man said, "So I'm very lucky to find a like-minded person here."

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

Steve shrugged and said, "They think all problems are serious, including the fact that I ran out without breakfast."

Schiller knocked on the table and motioned him to sit down. He said, "Then your decision is correct. Maybe the people at SHIELD didn't tell you. If you happen to come at mealtime, I don't mind treating you to a meal."

Steve smiled, and his handsome face looked handsome and cheerful.

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

Steve wasn't actually hungry, but the smell of breakfast was so good that he picked up the bread and asked, "Do you have butter?"

Schiller looked at him in surprise and said, "Oh, only strawberry jam."

Then he looked Steve up and down and said, "It seems that you are an old-fashioned person. Not many people put butter on bread now."

Steve said, "It's okay, but 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 took another look at the coffee cup, which was about the size of a bottle cap, and the strong espresso in it, and said, "I'm sorry, but can I have an American coffee?"

"American coffee? Actually, you can just ask for my rinse water." Schiller said.

On the other side, Natasha, who was monitoring, said to the intercom: "The subject called American coffee dirty water, and suspected that he might have Italian blood..."

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

Before he finished speaking, Schiller drank two cups of espresso, then took a big bite of chocolate, and the symbiote hummed happily in his mind.

Schiller sat opposite Steve, and the two began to eat breakfast together.

"At first Nick told me that he wanted me to find a psychiatrist in the slums by myself. I didn't understand it. Aren't the doctors of SHIELD good enough?" Steve said.

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

"Compared to the psychological counseling room, it's more like a courtroom."

"Who can judge you?" Schiller asked. "Trial of Captain America?"

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

"I think SHIELD should also very much hope that you go to their own psychological counseling room, but I'm afraid they themselves know that there is no solution to your problem there."

Schiller put down his fork and said, "Did you come from the street outside? 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 terrible here because it hasn't changed at all."

"In the era when I lived, the slums were also like this, dirty and smelly gutters, full of drunkards' vomit, drunkards who had died of drunkenness leaned against the corners of buildings, and the gangs couldn't find a penny from their pockets. Even children habitually touched people's pockets and never learned to be good."

"Many years have passed, and it's still like this here, without any change."

"What kind of changes do you think should have happened after decades?" Schiller took a bite of bread and asked.

Steve spread his hands and said, "Even if we can't eradicate the slums, we should at least make them smaller or make their lives better."

Schiller shook his head and said, "You won the war, Captain America, you really won those bastards, we won, and the just war has ended for many years."

"You think victory should bring many benefits, such as a more prosperous society and a better life for people. For those who are suffering, you are willing to fight to the last moment, and you did it."

Schiller shook his head gently and said, "After decades, when you wake up again, you find that the world is not like this, and it has not become what you expected before you died. The world without black has not turned white, but 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 SHIELD thinks, sleeping too long and being out of touch with society. It's not a small problem like not being able to use a mobile phone, liking to listen to the radio, and having a too regular schedule."

"For Captain America, as long as he wants to learn, there is no modern society. He can't learn the tools that he knows."

"If he can't learn, it can only be because he doesn't want to learn."

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

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

"Maybe you have ever thought that your era has passed, and the era when you were responsible for people has also passed, and you don't need to be a war machine anymore."

"Then what should I do? I always Should we do something?"

Schiller said: "Captain America, you are so compassionate, so even if I suggest you pursue your hobbies, such as drawing some comics or doing some sports, you will not let go of the suffering of these people and just enjoy yourself. You are not such a person, so I will not give you such useless advice."

"I believe that the psychiatrist of SHIELD has also said this to you, right? Is there anyone in this world who does not enjoy life? They think so from the bottom of their hearts. They think that if they are like you, they will definitely fly to Hawaii for vacation, anyway, SHIELD will pay for it."

"Ordinary people cannot understand your kind of excessive compassion and sense of responsibility, and you certainly don't have to worry about their misunderstanding."

Steve agreed deeply, he felt that someone finally understood He complained, "They think I have a lot of things to do, such as fitness, watching movies, playing video games, but these are not what I want to do. I showed resistance, and they thought I was too out of date and couldn't play these things."

"But maybe you can change your mindset and stop seeking understanding from ordinary people. The world is so big, you are not a good person of this era, but there are good people in every era. You can go to them. Those who have saved the world like you, or are saving the world, will understand you."

Schiller said, "And the good people of this era are not without trouble. They don't live as long as you, nor are they as experienced as you. They may have power but don't know how to use it. They may have a lot of passion but lack skills. They may also be scattered and not united enough."

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

Steve sighed and said, "I am an old soldier who is out of date but unwilling to leave the front line. You are right, doctor, it is time for those new recruits to go to the battlefield. "

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

"I have someone here that I must recommend to you. He is a lucky guy, and his experience is very similar to yours. He was originally just a bullied otaku in school. Suddenly one day, he gained great power. He began to jump around in the city and did nothing serious."

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

Steve immediately became a little restless. He said, "Indeed, I just completed the transformation and couldn't control my power. I accidentally injured two medical staff. Where is he now? In which hospital?"

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

"My God, why is he still in school? "

He slapped the table angrily and said to the monitoring device on the table: "Hey, Nick, what are you doing? How can you let a modified warrior stay in the school? What if he can't control his power, how many people will be injured?"

Steve stood up, Schiller waved his hand and said, "I said, he is a lucky boy. He is different from you. He is not a drug-transformed person, but a special mutation. His power will grow gradually instead of becoming uncontrollable all at once."

"I mean, this kind of adolescent guy, you know, arrogant and sensitive, impulsive and timid, someone needs to teach him well, and it would be best if he could see the dangers of society."

Steve clenched his fist and said, "Indeed, I have seen many such recruits. They want to rush to the battlefield with passion, and scream when they see bombings and grenades. 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, his mutant ability is very strong, and it's no big deal to get beaten up."

Steve was even a little eager to fight, which reminded him of the days on the battlefield, those young recruits, who were disciplined by the captain one by one and screamed. Seeing the recruits being defeated was one of the few moments in his military career that made him feel relaxed and happy.