Chapter 2273: Late Autumn in Golden City (Thirty-Seven)

Natasha wandered in the garden.

She was not really interested in the garden of Rodriguez Manor, she just wanted to hold Pamela back.

In her opinion, among the fish that Schiller might catch, Pamela was the most dangerous one, because she was the youngest and obviously abnormally excited.

As we all know, flirting and flirting are games for adults. The main reason why laws and morals restrict immature teenagers from doing so is that once they act impulsively, things will definitely develop more tragically than adults.

Hot-blooded teenagers don't care about laws, morals, or even human relations. They do whatever they want, and they can get mad at any time and vent their anger at any time. They can be called the most unstable extra-large time bomb.

So although Natasha is very worried about Strange, Loki and herself, they are all adults after all. Even if something happens, it will be just like her last time with Schiller. At most, the two of them will die together.

But if Pamela really takes action, things will not be so simple. This beautiful girl with a hot brain obviously has great power. Schiller wants to send her to the chopping block. The noise made by the two may raze the whole street or even the whole city to the ground.

So Natasha keenly realized that her most important task at present is to defend Pamela alone.

Her idea is very good, and the measures she took are also very effective, because Pamela can't refuse such a beauty at all. The charm of Black Widow is fully open. Pamela has only one thought in her mind-check the location of the nearest bed.

Unfortunately, I am not afraid of god-like opponents, but I am afraid of pig-like teammates. Natasha was talking to Pamela about her college life when she heard Nick's voice in the headset.

"Thor called me again. He asked his brother to reply to him immediately. You should go to Loki quickly. It would be very impolite if he is late."

Natasha couldn't tell Nick that she only saw Loki's blood, because if Nick sent someone to find Loki, it would be very likely to stimulate Schiller, and if she was distracted to investigate, Pamela would be left unattended.

So she could only calmly press the micro-device on her palm to reply to Nick, asking him to stay calm, but less than two minutes later, Natasha saw Coulson peeking out from the porch.

Natasha really wanted to shake Nick's head to see how many tons of water had entered his head, but when she thought that almost no one in their universe except her could realize the danger of Schiller, she knew that she couldn't waste even a second scolding Nick.

Natasha smiled at Pamela and said helplessly: "My colleague is responsible for the security of this banquet. There may be some problems on his side. I have to leave for a while, no more than a minute, if you don't mind..."

"Go, I'll wait for you here, the beautiful always have privileges." Pamela said like Schiller.

Natasha turned around steadily on the surface, and did not forget to turn back and smile at Pamela, but in fact she had already cursed her mother a hundred times in her heart.

"Don't come to the back garden!" Natasha gritted her teeth and said to Coulson.

"What's going on there? Who is that little girl? Why does she look familiar?"

"She is Pamela Asley. It doesn't matter who she is. My plan has reached a critical stage. Don't ask me what the plan is. Find a way to get rid of Nick. Oh, help me watch and don't let anyone come to the garden."

Coulson was puzzled, but Natasha was always mysterious. He didn't say anything. He watched Natasha's back as she walked into the garden and shook his head. He went to do what he should do.

As soon as Natasha returned to Pamela, she found Pamela looking up at the main building of the manor. She followed Pamela's line of sight and found that Schiller was talking to Stark on the balcony of Schiller's bedroom.

After a closer look, Natasha found that this Stark didn't seem to be the one she knew. Of course, he wouldn't be, even though they had arrived at the manor. Before the banquet officially started, Stark specifically asked Cobblepot for a lounge to take care of Pepper. I'm afraid he wouldn't show up in front of everyone.

This Stark was wearing a more flashy suit, with his hands on the balcony, and seemed to be talking to Schiller in an intense tone.

Natasha found that a vine had climbed to the bottom of the balcony. It was obvious that Pamela was eavesdropping, and she was unwilling to miss this opportunity. She adjusted the shoulder straps of her skirt, and with this action, the invisible nano-eavesdropping drone flew to the side of the balcony at a very fast speed and stuck to the wall.

Stark stood in front, with his arms outstretched on the balcony, almost blocking the entire balcony. Schiller stood behind him like a lonely figure, and the whole person sank into the shadow of the room.

"Multiple personality? Dissociative identity disorder? How can you make me believe all this absurdity? Is mental illness an excuse for you to avoid the relationship between you and me?"

"I'm afraid my professionalism doesn't allow me to do this." Schiller's voice was very low and slow, and it was faint when it came through the electronic equipment, as if it was ringing in a long distance.

"This is your answer all the time." Stark nodded and said: "Avoid the topic and never answer any questions directly."

"I'm sorry." Schiller said, "But I'm still glad you were invited to this party."

Stark pursed his lips, and finally turned back, staring into Schiller's eyes and said, "Since you are so confident in your professionalism, why don't you come and analyze me?"

"I won't do this because I feel sorry for you." Schiller shook his head gently and lowered his eyes. The darkness in the room made the shadow under his eyelashes thicker, and the window of his mind was completely closed, revealing no emotion.

"If I use psychoanalysis as a weapon, then no one can resist it. On the contrary, you will open your mind to seek a truth from me, but when the knife pierces, it will be too late."

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who escapes from reality?" Stark was obviously very excited, and even a hint of hysteria could be seen through the trembling of his tail tone.

"It's not me who's avoiding the problem, it's you." Schiller put one hand on the door frame, looked at Stark and said, "Obviously, the biggest problem you're facing now is not our relationship, but you use this to blur other problems. Do you really want to keep entangled?"

"It's just that other problems don't give me a chance to solve them." Stark snorted coldly, and turned away contemptuously, "They hugged each other and claimed to be righteous. I didn't expect the answer you gave was so vulgar, 'Communication is the only way to solve the problem', huh?"

"I said, you don't want to be stabbed again." Schiller stepped forward and put one hand on Stark's back, but didn't look at him, but stared at the vines in front of the window and said, "Your blood is almost dry."

Stark seemed to have completely collapsed because of this, like a collapsed fortress, collapsing from the inside, gradually collapsing to the outer edge, condensing, and curling up.

"It's all because of you." Stark held the balcony railing tightly, gritted his teeth and stared at Schiller.

Schiller didn't say anything like "you will always show up", he just said: "That's why you received the invitation."

Schiller walked behind Stark, but at this time Stark no longer had the strength to confidently give his back to anyone. He turned around a little hurriedly, leaned back, and pressed his waist tightly against the railing, staring at Schiller's face.

The distance between them was not far, probably only half a step away. Stark thought he had made the most wrong decision in his life. He came to the door when he was weakest, and then he found that he was not greeted by close friends and relatives who could understand and help him, but by beasts that were much more terrifying than the troubles in his original universe.

"Tell me what you encountered first."

Stark was about to speak, and Schiller added: "Of course this is not a necessary process for psychoanalysis, but I think you may need to talk, and I am willing to listen."

Stark turned his head away.

"I guess you can imagine that the group of superheroes united to deal with me. After all the disasters were over, this was natural."

"The new city that merged New York and Gotham was reduced to ruins. After that, the wizards found that some of the building fragments exuded unusual power, which was an extremely dark and elusive power."

"SHIELD also obtained the same fragments. What's more deadly is that the Osborn Group also got the samples. This is not difficult, right? There are experimental materials all over the floor."

"And that idiot Osborn claimed that all this was my conspiracy. SHIELD and the FBI both supported his view. Congress also needed someone to be responsible for all the disasters."

Stark took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and his eyelids kept trembling. He didn't seem to want to recall, he said.

"Three days after the disaster, the world focused on New City. The public was outraged and public opinion was boiling. I was arrested on the morning of the fourth day and charged with 162 crimes including human extinction, and I did not resist."

New City, FBI headquarters special criminal detention cell, 10:00AM

"Tell me, how is she! Tell me!!!"

Stark grabbed the railing and roared outside. At this time, he was pale, his hair was messy, and his clothes were full of scratches and dust. It was obvious that he had not had time to fix himself since the end of the war.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Stark, Miss Pepper Potts suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder because of that war. The fighting scenes in the last few hours were too cruel and seriously affected her mental state."

"Where is the doctor? Where is the doctor of Stark Group?!"

"Due to the needs of the investigation, no doctor can serve the Stark Group for the time being, but out of humanitarian considerations, SHIELD and the FBI still allow Miss Potts to receive certain medical assistance during the investigation."

"She is injured and is in a very bad state now. You bastards, take her to the hospital! You promised me!!"

"Please don't be emotional, Mr. Stark, your interrogation has not yet begun. You should understand that every word you say here may become evidence against you in court, and I'm afraid not many lawyers are willing to see you now."

Stark grabbed the railing and closed his eyes. He lowered his head somewhat dejectedly, propped his other hand on the table, slowly clenched his fist, and then said, "I want to see Captain America."

"I'm afraid not, sir. You have been diagnosed by a psychiatrist at New York Presbyterian Hospital as having a serious tendency to manipulate, so you are detained in a special cell. To ensure the fairness of the trial, you are now not entitled to meet and communicate with anyone other than your lawyer."

Bang! Stark slammed his fist on the table, but the guard just reminded him, "You'd better not have any violent behavior, otherwise you may be detained in a stricter cell, and we will have the right to take physical and drug restrictions on you..."

"Why don't you resist?" Schiller's question gradually brought Stark back to reality.

He was silent for a long time, and finally said, "For Pepper."