Chapter 387: Heroes Are Ordinary

While eating and chatting with Stark for a while, Steve suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. He didn't know why Stark seemed a little considerate today.

God, what is he thinking? Considerate? How can these words be listed together with Stark? After Stark left, Steve rubbed his forehead and felt that he must have hallucinations due to too much pressure.

After Bucky was rescued, he has been receiving treatment in the secret base of SHIELD. According to Nick's feedback to Steve, Bucky's condition is not optimistic.

Hydra back then could not be completely regarded as a spy agency. It was more serving the war situation. When the war situation was tense, they were very eager to achieve success, so the brainwashing method used on Bucky was very violent. Now he has completely turned into a cold-blooded killing machine.

While recalling those things in the past, he sighed. What Steve himself didn't notice was that whenever he recalled these things, his fingers trembled unconsciously, as if the heroic deeds he mentioned in the past were more like poison, not antidote.

With mixed feelings, Steve returned to the Avengers base. It was still early and no one came. Steve walked towards the dark hall. When he turned on the light, he heard Peter's surprised voice: "Oh!"

"You are here, sorry, I thought there was no one here, why don't you turn on the light?" Steve walked over and saw Peter fiddling with a device. Peter smiled and said, "I am cutting off the power for testing. To prevent accidents, I just pulled down the switch."

"What is this?" Steve asked, looking at the complex equipment that he couldn't understand. Peter glanced at Steve's face and said, "Captain, what's wrong with you? Why do you look not so good?"

Steve touched his face and sighed in his heart. Even Peter could see that he was not in a good state. Stark must have laughed at him for being so unlucky just now, right?

"Nothing, just a little sleepless." Steve was just being polite, but Peter walked over to the side and moved a chair for him. Peter patted the back of the chair and said, "Sometimes, you have to sit for a while. If you always stand, your waist and legs will be sore. My uncle often says so."

"Thank you, Peter, you are so considerate, but I think it will be more energetic to stand." Steve smiled, but did not sit down, but leaned his waist against the pool table beside him.

While debugging the equipment, Peter said, "Captain, sometimes I think you are too tense. You always want people to see you in high spirits, but in fact everyone will get tired..."

"That's because you are not a leader, Peter." Steve blinked, lowered his head, and then said, "You have to give everyone confidence, let them feel that you are so brave that you can definitely lead them to victory. This is what I have been doing. I have been doing it for many years and will continue to do it."

Peter shook his head, and he tilted his head to look at Steve again, his eyes were a little worried, but he still didn't say anything. He patted the equipment and introduced it to Steve: "Last time when I was dealing with Bullseye When I was studying, what Mr. Stark taught me gave me a lot of inspiration. "

"The monitoring system does not necessarily have to rigidly select a few locations to monitor or listen, but can be made into a dynamic system. As for the analysis system that matches it, it does not necessarily just summarize the data. We can make it smarter. "

"I know that Mr. Stark should actually do this, but if so, the analysis center he uses must be the super artificial intelligence Jarvis owned by the Stark Group."

Peter lowered his head and fiddled with the machine while saying, "I can see, Captain, that your relationship with Mr. Stark is a bit..."

" Forget it, I know I shouldn't say that behind someone's back, but I think you might not want the Avengers to rely too much on the Stark Group or SHIELD..."

"Actually, I think so too. This is not good for us. If justice cannot be pure and independent, it is very likely to be kidnapped by something else, and that is not justice."

Steve came over, patted Peter on the shoulder, looked into his eyes and said, "You know what? Peter, you have really grown up a lot. Do you remember the vampire attack on the Brooklyn Bridge?"

"At that time, I thought you were just a young boy with a passion, very similar to me when I was young, But now, you are already an excellent member of the Avengers and an excellent superhero. I am really surprised by your progress. "

Peter did not jump up happily because of the recognition. He said: "When I changed, I found that I had entered a broader field. In the adult world, there are more problems than experiences, and responsibilities are heavier than beliefs."

"Captain, you often tell me about your previous experiences. You said that you heard that the war broke out and heard the news of countless deaths from the radio. You felt sad and helpless. "

"Then you wanted to go to the battlefield to save others with a passion, and you succeeded in doing so. "

Peter sighed and said, "I'm glad that I won't hear the news of the world's impending destruction from the radio or TV, and I won't suddenly learn one day that I have to grow up overnight and save the world immediately."

"If that were the case, I don't know what I would do." Peter shook his head, and there was some panic in his tone.

"If someone told me at the beginning of my freshman year that I would go to the battlefield tomorrow, facing machine gun fire and fighter bombing, watching comrades of my age fall and die, I might really collapse."

Steve smiled at Peter and said, "Maybe I exaggerated the process a little before, just treat it as a story, Peter."

Peter took a deep breath and tried to get rid of that terrible imagination. Steve also looked at the equipment and said, "So, what can it do?"

"The simplest thing is that I wrote a system for the recent frequent assassinations, mainly for some luxurious places such as hotels, mansions, theaters, and dynamic monitoring systems for luxury cars in the center of New York. , which allows us to find suspects who enter and leave these places more quickly. "

Peter pointed to a display screen in the middle of the device and said: "Look here, these colored marks on this car represent the places it has entered and left within 48 hours."

"Orange represents hotels, blue represents bars, and purple represents popular commercial streets and luxury stores, so we can see whether the movement trajectory of this car is normal."

"If there is a car that does not go to any place where the upper class should go during several monitoring periods, but suddenly appears in a high-end place, then its suspicion will increase."

"This is the most preliminary and simple application of data flow, but it is enough for us." Peter shrugged and said.

"In fact, the most difficult part is to install the surveillance. However, because we have enough special materials, the size of the surveillance can be compressed to a very small size, but the clarity is very high, and installing the surveillance is not a difficult task for us, so we can achieve this."

"In the final analysis, it is the progress of materials science that has brought about the progress of technology." Peter picked up a patch camera and said, "Don't look at this thing as small. The amount of molten steel used by the components inside these things together is likely to be Wakanda's annual vibranium production."

"It's great, Peter." Steve said with surprise: "The only thing I agree with Stark is that you are really talented, kid, no matter what aspect you say."

"Not necessarily." Peter walked to the chair he moved and sat down, and said a little dejectedly: "Before, didn't Dr. Schiller move back to the clinic in Hell's Kitchen?"

"I wanted to stay at his place for a few days, but I don't know why, when I walked to the door, My spider sense started to ring non-stop. "

"My God, it's never been so loud before. It almost deafened me. I don't know what happened, so I didn't go in."

"Dr. Schiller was standing inside the door and talking to me. We chatted for a while, and then talked about psychology. Dr. Schiller said that I was not suitable for psychology. I thought he was optimistic about me before..."

"It's impossible for people to be good at every subject." Steve comforted Peter: "No one can be omniscient. The talent you have shown in mechanics, engineering, mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology, etc. is already high enough."

"But I don't understand a little bit. Dr. Schiller said that the reason I am not suitable for psychology is that I am too kind. Are people who study psychology not kind? But Dr. Schiller is obviously a good person. "

Steve pursed his lips. He recalled Schiller's performance on the Beehive Prime recently. In any case, it has nothing to do with the word kindness.

But he still said: "Maybe he thinks you are too compassionate. If you try to understand the world of those mentally ill people, it may affect you."

"Let's not talk about this." Peter quickly got rid of the depressed mood. He sat on the chair and looked up at Steve. From this angle, he could clearly see Steve's stubble. It seemed that he didn't shave this morning. Although he was still handsome, he looked a little haggard.

Peter said tactfully: "Captain, did you go to the psychological counseling arranged by SHIELD on time?"

"They seem to have only arranged 10 hours of psychological counseling for me. According to Nick, it seems that Schiller's price is too high, but I didn't go 10 times, only five or six times. I think my mentality is okay and there is nothing to be counseled."

"But I heard from Dr. Schiller that psychological problems, like other physical diseases, need regular checkups?"

"Okay, Peter, you don't have to beat around the bush. I know you want to say that my current state doesn't look right, but it's just because I'm a little busy at work and I have a little insomnia."

Seeing this, Peter didn't say anything else, but Steve's tightly pursed lips betrayed his uneasy heart.

By the evening, the base was finally a little lively. Everyone discussed the battle plan together. Peter brought pizza on the way here, and everyone enjoyed it.

The polished and shiny cocktail glass was thrown high, turned twice in the light of the bar, and then fell into Matt's hands like a falling meteor from the stars. He turned the glass in his hand, causing cheers from several children. Blade Warrior Eric was sitting on the sofa, telling them the horror rumors about vampires.

Peter, Steve, Erica and Hawkeye Barton were playing flying chess. They stared at the chess pieces while discussing what happened recently in SHIELD. After a while, several mutant children and Eric also came over, and they began to sit in a circle and chat.

In the underground base, there were no windows to judge the light. It seemed that as long as the lights were not turned off, the joyful atmosphere would continue.

But soon, several younger children began to feel sleepy. They went to their bedrooms to rest, and several people who had to go to work the next day also left.

Finally, Steve was left alone, sitting on the sofa, picking up the pizza boxes on the coffee table. Peter and Matt wanted to stay and help him, but Steve refused.

He thought he needed some time alone to sort out his confused thoughts, but when the time alone really came, a feeling of uneasiness began to spread in his heart again.

He reached out to take the pizza box, but found that his fingertips were shaking constantly. Steve's eyes froze, as if he was surprised by his body's reaction. Since when did his hands keep shaking?

"No..." Steve denied in his heart.

"It should have just started, and other people shouldn't have seen it."

But there was another voice in his heart telling him that this situation had already happened, and everyone had seen it. Seeing that he was a weak egg with a haggard face, panic and trembling hands, they would no longer trust you, and would no longer think that Captain America was a leader with immortal spirit. They would think that you were old and no longer the savior...

"Bang!" A stack of pizza boxes were dropped on the ground by him. Steve leaned back hard, making the sofa creak, as if only in this way could he show that he still had strength.

He pinched his eyebrows with his hands, and clearly felt the muscles in his arms trembling. He felt a little sore from his shoulders to his elbows, but he still insisted and refused to put his arms down, like a puppet who had just gained a body and was trying to adapt to his limbs.

Steve told his limbs in a tough attitude: "You must listen to me, stay still, stable, and full of strength!"

But the more he did this, the more he felt that his body was out of his control. An anxiety that he knew was wrong but could do nothing about it was gradually swallowing him up.

Steve tried to take a deep breath, but he didn't notice that his inhalation and exhalation became shallower and shallower, but faster and faster, until the air made a "puff" sound when passing through his nostrils and lips, and then he pursed the muscles around his mouth tightly until his whole face became stiff.

Finally, an inexplicable panic engulfed him. He swallowed hard, took out his mobile phone from his pocket with trembling arms, dialed the number and said: "Hello? Doctor? I think I may need treatment. Is it okay tomorrow morning?...Okay, thank you."

"...What's the situation now? No, it's okay, I just feel a little nervous, maybe tired."

"Okay, do you want me to breathe according to the sound of the timer? But I feel a little...a little too slow, that's not my breathing rhythm."

"Okay, I'll try my best, exhale...exhale..."

In the increasingly long exhalation, Steve felt the sleepiness gradually spread, but the nervousness made him dare not fall asleep, because he didn't know what he would dream about. Just like that, after a few minutes, he hung up the phone, but he was still awake, but felt a splitting headache.

He stayed awake like this until the morning. When he was about to go to the psychological clinic, he paced in front of the door with some hesitation, and even wanted to take out his phone to tell Schiller that he would not go, but in the end he still stepped out of the door and got in the car.

When he came to the psychological clinic in Hell's Kitchen, he saw Schiller in a suit sitting behind the desk. For some reason, he didn't want to get close. The man in front of him made him feel very strange.

Schiller's fingers moved, and Steve turned his head instantly. When Schiller stood up, Steve took a step back quickly. He stiffened for a moment, turned around and closed the door, pretending that he was backing away to close the door.

Finally, he walked to the table and shook hands with Schiller. When the two sat down again, Schiller introduced himself: "I think you should have known that I am another personality of Schiller, so I have not participated in the diagnosis and treatment of you two, but I have read all the medical records he left..."

"Are you also a psychiatrist?" Steve asked him: "Can't you let Dr. Schiller come out?"

"I have much more experience than him. Among all the cases I have encountered, yours is a mild case, so don't be nervous, it will be relieved soon."

As he spoke, Schiller took a medical record from the bookshelf next to him, flipping through it and saying, "You have some post-traumatic stress disorder from the war, but it's not serious. A previous medical record shows that you are almost cured."

"Your current performance may be acute anxiety caused by certain stimuli, that is, a sudden panic state. Are you afraid of something?"

"No, no." Steve denied it. Schiller did not continue to ask, but looked into his eyes and asked, "What have you been thinking about more recently? The past? Or the future?"

"The past, I like to miss the past." Steve answered quickly, but Schiller kept staring at his eyes. Steve began to breathe a little faster again. He said, "Well, it's actually the future, but I don't know what I'm worried about."

"This is also a very typical performance. I say it again, you don't have to be nervous about it. I know that in the era you lived in, psychology and psychiatry were not very popular, and you may not have been exposed to knowledge in this area, so you think your performance is abnormal."

"But in fact, anxiety and anxiety disorders are an extremely common state. Among the people you know, me, Stark, Blade Wars, Shield Agent Hill, all suffer from anxiety disorders. 80% of the SHIELD agents I have met have had a history of the disease. "

Steve opened his mouth. This was a little hard for him to imagine. Schiller continued: "In the era you lived in, it's not that people didn't suffer from this disease, but because it was not diagnosed. Even if someone found out about it, they were ashamed to talk about it. "

"Okay, your attack was a bit sudden, and breathing adjustment and mild hypnosis didn't work, so you may need medication. "

"Do you have any allergies? Or is there any important event coming up? , can't use tranquilizers? "

"No, I..." Steve put his fingers against his eyes and said, "I don't want to take medicine, I think, it's okay..."

"Well, I know that people who take medicine for the first time will have a very obvious resistance to medicine. My principle is that if you feel very painful, then I will prescribe medicine for you. If you don't think it's necessary, then adjust yourself for a period of time."

Steve shook his head, but didn't say anything. When his handsome face showed less obvious pain, he looked like a classical statue with the melancholy of the Romantic period.

"Okay, we can chat, it will help you relax."

As the sun outside the window gradually rose, it was noon when Steve came out of the clinic. He wanted to eat something casually, but found that he had neither a wallet nor a mobile phone, so he could only walk back to the base.

As soon as he got back, Peter came up to him excitedly and said, "Captain! Great discovery!"

Steve cheered up and basked in the sun on the road for a while, which made him feel much better. He asked Peter, "What great discovery?"

"Remember the new surveillance system I mentioned to you before? We found a very suspicious car."

Steve walked over quickly and looked at the screen and asked, "Which one can be tracked?"

"Here, it has not appeared since it left New York State last night, but we found the same place he passed twice, which is a park telephone booth."

Steve speculated, "That may be a way to contact his employer. I have seen many such cases. They use street telephone booths to communicate. "Are we going to install surveillance? If he calls again, I should be able to monitor their communication." "No, they rarely use a phone repeatedly. Twice is the limit. Let's go there now and see if we can find clues from the phone booth he used before." The two immediately drove to the place Peter found. When they got there, there was no one there. There were only three phone booths side by side. Steve asked Peter: "Can we find the phone records from it?" "I can try." Peter walked back to the car, took down his toolbox, and began to study it. At this time, Steve felt a little uncomfortable again. He tried to shake his head to make himself more awake. He regretted not accepting Schiller's advice to take some medicine, but he felt that there was no time for him to have a good sleep. He felt an inexplicable fear, but he was unwilling to admit that this fear had anything to do with Hydra. At this moment, Peter fiddled with the connecting wires and said, "It seems that there is a clue. Generally speaking, this kind of street phone booth will not leave a dial record, but I should be able to trigger the current through the key... Let me see..."

After a while, just when Steve felt his back was a little stiff and wanted to find a place to lean on, Peter screamed and said, "It's done!"

Steve hurried over and asked, "How is it? What clues did you get?"

"I got a string of phone numbers, but I'm not sure if it's a one-time one. We can try it."

Steve didn't show any disappointment. He just said, "I'm afraid it's probably a one-time number. Their vigilance shouldn't be so poor."

Peter wrote the phone number on a piece of paper. Steve walked into the phone booth and dialed the number. After a series of busy tones, Steve heard a very familiar voice, which he had heard not long ago.

"Hello, hello..."

Peter saw Steve in the phone booth froze. Within two seconds, he hung up the phone. Peter asked, "How is it, did you get through?"

Steve shook his head stiffly and said, "It's indeed a one-time number. It didn't get through."

Peter showed a little disappointment, but he was not too frustrated. He said, "It doesn't matter. This at least proves that the system is useful. As long as we keep waiting, we will definitely find key clues."

Steve nodded. After returning to the Avengers base, he said to Peter, "You should go back to class first. Your lunch break should be coming soon, right?"

Peter saw that Steve's state was a bit strange and wanted to stay with him, but was still rejected by Steve. After Peter left, Steve quickly put on his coat, took the shield, and then came to the psychological clinic in Hell's Kitchen.

When walking up the stairs, Steve tightly grasped the handle of the shield, as if only this could give him some sense of security. When the door was pushed open, the figure in the dark suit was still sitting behind the desk, and it seemed that he had been waiting for him for a long time.

After Steve walked in, he stared at him and said, "You are indeed..."

"Who are you referring to?" Schiller interrupted his conclusion.

"You, Schiller Rodriguez."

"But I'm not him, remember? I'm his other personality."

"You are Hydra, or at least you have a relationship with them..."

Schiller also stood up, put a pen on the table, and said, "You don't have to use this speculative tone. I am Hydra, and I have a code name that you should be very familiar with..."

Steve stared at him, but Schiller lowered his head, smiled and said, "You called me that this morning, have you forgotten?"

"...'Doctor', you are 'Doctor'."

"It's me, but not him."

"Why on earth do you want to..." Steve exhaled, and he hammered the wall beside him angrily.

"It seems that you really lacked such knowledge in your era. I have already said that I am not him. We are two personalities."

While speaking, Schiller bent down to open his drawer, took out a document from it, and handed it to Steve. Steve did not take it, but just looked at him. Schiller pointed to the document and said, "It's about Bucky."

Steve's Adam's apple moved, and finally he reached out and picked up the document. After he opened the first page, it said "Howard Stark Car Accident Investigation Report".

The more he turned the pages, the more solemn Steve's expression became. In the end, he showed an expression of disbelief. Schiller sat back in his chair and said lightly, "I know you don't believe it, or you don't want to believe it, that your best friend killed another friend of yours."

"But it's true. Bucky Barnes, a member of the Hydra Winter Project and a successful Winter Soldier, killed Howard Stark in a car accident."

"Enough!" Steve threw the information on the table and said, "You despicable Hydra, you want to fabricate this information to influence me, I won't let you succeed!"

"Really? Then let our other guest talk about his feelings." Schiller looked down at the watch on his wrist and said, "He should be here soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Stark, wearing a battle suit, walked into the clinic's office. He looked serious and looked at Schiller and said, "Why did you answer the phone? It was you who spoke? Schiller, tell me..."

"Why was it you who answered the phone after the assassin's contact was connected? ? "

"Isn't this an obvious fact? You probably not only got my number, but also my code name and what I did. You are much smarter than him, so I don't need to explain it again from the beginning."

Schiller still sat steadily in the chair. He looked at Stark and said, "Another friend should have something to ask you about your father."

Although he didn't want to be diverted, Stark still turned his head and looked at Steve who was a little dazed. Steve shook his head and said, "Nothing, it's just a conspiracy, it must be like this."

Stark looked at his face, walked over, picked up the document in front of Steve, turned to the first page, put it down, and then threw the document on the table.

Seeing his action, Steve's body froze. He slowly turned his head to look at Stark and said, "This is what he made up, right? It's a conspiracy of Hydra..."

Stark was silent for a long time, and then he said, "In fact, you should know better than me that this is true."

"If the killer created by the so-called Winter Soldier Project is intended to kill important people, then Howard must be the first to bear the brunt."

Steve's Adam's apple began to tremble wildly. He shook his head and took two steps back, saying, "No, this is not... He is not..."

Suddenly, he looked up at Schiller and said, "You did it on purpose, deliberately exposing your own contact information, and then called us here. You wanted us to have a civil war from the beginning to the end..."

Schiller stood up again. He walked to the side of his room and tapped the top of a TV placed there. The two people followed his movements with their eyes, as if they were worried that he would suddenly attack, but Schiller just leaned behind the TV and flipped the switch.

A picture suddenly appeared in front of the two people. It was a man nailed to the wall, and blood covered the entire wall. Steve opened his eyes and exclaimed: "Bucky! What did you do to him?!"

"Why are you asking when you know the answer?" Schiller turned his head to look at the TV and said, "Obviously, I kidnapped him and nailed him to the wall with many wedges with a diameter of 6 cm."

Steve hammered hard and roared: "You lunatic!!! What on earth do you want to do?!"

At this time, Schiller calmly walked back to the table, opened the drawer, and took out a pistol from it.

Steve immediately picked up the shield, Stark opened the gauntlet, but Schiller just lowered his head, and with a "click", the magazine was ejected. Schiller took a bullet from the side, put it in the magazine, and then pushed it up.

Then, he placed the gun flat on the table, gently pushed it forward, and the gun slid in front of Steve. Schiller looked up, looked into his eyes and said, "Take it, then shoot me and destroy the Hydra you hate the most."

His attitude was very provocative, as if he was betting that Steve didn't dare to do it. Steve was irritated by him. He picked up the gun, loaded it, pointed it at Schiller's forehead, and said, "Do you think I will let you go? ! ! !"

"I know you won't, because I'm a Hydra, but what about Schiller? Isn't he your friend?"

"He is a doctor and a good man. He has saved many people, perhaps including you and many other superheroes."

"As for me, I'm just a product of Hydra's brainwashing, just an emotionless tool. This is not Schiller's intention, it's just an accident."

Schiller walked out from behind the table. Steve kept pointing the gun at him. Schiller walked in front of Steve until the muzzle of the gun was directly against his forehead.

Schiller looked into Steve's eyes and asked, "If you want to shoot me, why can't Stark kill your best friend Bucky?"

Steve's arms began to tremble uncontrollably, and Stark walked up and said, "Enough, Schiller, don't do this, I think there may be some misunderstanding here..."

Steve's breathing became more and more rapid. Looking past Schiller's figure, he saw that what was displayed on the screen was not a picture, but a real-time image. Bucky no longer had that cold expression, and his face was full of pain.

Steve's fingers pressed down slightly, and the loose part of the trigger had been pulled to the bottom by him. If he continued to press it, the bullet would fly out immediately, but Schiller had no intention of avoiding it. He still let the muzzle of the gun against his forehead and looked at Steve with his eyes.

After a few seconds, Steve's arm was put down, his little finger and ring finger tightly grasped the handle of the gun, but the finger pulling the trigger had loosened. He curled up in some pain and kept shaking his head, as if to get rid of some illusions.

Stark stopped watching and walked forward, trying to help Steve up, but was thrown away the moment he touched his arm. Steve's strength was incredible, and Iron Man in the mecha was shocked and took two steps back.

Steve straightened up with some difficulty. He looked at Schiller and asked, "What will it take for you to let Bucky go?"

"The Winter Soldier and I are both brainwashed by Hydra. We are just guns for killing people."

"If you kill me, it means that you deny the words you said to defend Bucky, because the doctor Schiller you know is also innocent, but you killed him."

"That proves that Stark can kill Bucky like you and avenge his father. Even anyone can do this. This is justice."

"Steve, you didn't shoot, not because you sympathize with the innocent doctor Schiller in my body, but because you are afraid that if you do it, Stark may also do it to Bucky, and there will be righteous people who kill him."

"Just now you wanted to pull the trigger, right? At that moment, did you think about this problem?" Schiller asked, looking into Steve's eyes.

"Bucky is your friend, isn't Schiller?"

"Two people in the same situation, why do you react completely differently?"

"Is it really because you and Bucky have a better relationship?"

"Is it Bucky that you really care about? Or the era he represents?

"The war era that carries all your past and memories, all your glory and honor?"

Steve stood there, holding the gun in both hands, but he didn't raise it. He listened to all of Schiller's questions in silence. His blue eyes looked even bluer in his red eyes, and his voice was a little trembling.

"You're right. I've always lived in the past. The war didn't bring me any benefits. It only left me with all kinds of nightmares. But if I were to choose again, I would still choose the past..."

He turned his head and looked at Stark on the side, saying, "Bucky, Howard, and Schiller are all my friends. You may think I have no choice."

"Either for Bucky, let you, the despicable Hydra, go, or kill you, kill Schiller, kill Bucky..."

Steve took a deep breath and straightened his back, just like he had done countless times before.

"But I still have one last choice, a choice that people like you will never understand."

He looked at Stark and said word by word, "Tony, I know you have the ability to do it, save Bucky, save Dr. Schiller..."

"And I will pay the price for all of this."

Stark suddenly had a bad premonition. At this moment, Steve raised his gun without hesitation and pointed it at his temple.

With a "bang", the gun went off.

The gunshot was loud, but the bullet slowly dissipated into a wisp of gray mist, and then floated back into Schiller's body. Schiller looked at Stark and said, "My symbiote told me that there is no doubt that he just pulled the trigger."

Stark held the edge of the table with his hand, as if he had lost his strength and fell down. Steve shook a few times and staggered against the wall.

The room became quiet until the light climbed to the diamond grid on the floor. It seemed that a long time had passed before Iron Man stood up again. Steve also stood up with one hand against the wall.

The look of confusion and fear disappeared from Steve's face, and the determination in his eyes was no longer what a certain identity required him to show.

At this moment, the two looked at each other and saw the same emotion in each other's eyes.

Iron Man never retreats, because he is the last steel barrier in front of everyone, but Stark's emotions are more sensitive than ordinary people. He will doubt, be confused, and be sad.

But Iron Man, who was only one step away from becoming an eternal god, gave up the endless power of gods and the dazzling scenery above the universe. He chose a mortal body because he felt that humans were greater than gods.

Captain America cannot be fragile because he is the inspiring banner of that special era, but Steve's heart is no different from that of ordinary people. He will be tired, painful, and retreat.

But Captain America, who is like a god, is even greater because of the fragility of ordinary people. Steve has become a man greater than God with a mortal body.

When they suddenly saw each other's fragility in this way, they also realized the greatness that each other pursued. Then no one would understand each other better than them, and feel that the other me in this world will always be my amiable or disgusting opponent.

They both exhaled at the same time and said nothing.

A few seconds later, they turned their heads together to look at Schiller, and at this time, Schiller lost the dangerous temperament that had just frightened him. He suddenly stood there for a few seconds, and then his eyes regained their spirit.

"Ha... a perfect vacation, enough to make up for the psychological trauma caused by my previous overtime work." Schiller sighed. He looked up and saw Stark and Steve staring at him.

He looked down at his watch and said in confusion: "Why are you here? It shouldn't be the appointment time now?"

Ten minutes later, at the entrance of Midtown High School, Peter and Gwen squeezed at the door of the pizza shop. After paying, he took the bag handed over by the clerk. When he turned his head, he was stunned.

Gwen came from the other side, patted his shoulder and said: "What's wrong? What did you see?"

Peter turned his head back, stared at the empty space in front of him, and said in confusion: "Did I have hallucinations just now?"

"Why do I see Iron Man and Captain America chasing a ball of fog???"

On the New York skyline, Schiller, who turned into a ball of gray fog and ran for his life, heard another voice of himself ringing in his heart.

"Congratulations on coming back from vacation. I have bad news, another bad news, a worse news, another worse news, and the last worse news to tell you."

"First of all, I just helped you piss off Iron Man and Captain America at the same time. They are really angry. You may be chased by them around the earth... or the solar system."

"Secondly, I helped you assassinate many Hydras disguised as important figures in real name. Now the Hydra headquarters is going crazy and wants to kill you."

"Then, I deliberately used the performance of a mental patient to cause Stark 's interest, now he and Jarvis can be regarded as experts in psychological theory, and your consultation fees will definitely be very hot in the future. "

"Also, you sold your soul to Mephisto without the Supreme Master, and it was exposed. I didn't mean it."

"Finally, I got the Winter Soldier out of the secret base of SHIELD. The process was a bit violent, so the base was severely damaged. Nick spent a lot of money to build that base, and I didn't mean it."

"I'm done, you're welcome..."

"Who told you not to take good care of my umbrella?"

Schiller is really sick.