Chapter 95: Growing Pains (Part 1)

"I swear, I just pushed him! I didn't mean to... Well, I was angry at the time, that bastard dared to scold Gwen!" Peter complained as he walked with his schoolbag on his back.

Stark patted his back and said, "It's okay, it's okay even if you beat him up. Someone flirted with your girlfriend, you just punched him, it's light."

"I didn't punch him..." Peter was very helpless.

"Okay, okay, I know, let's go, I hired an Italian chef, we'll have pizza tonight." Stark said happily.

The story started this morning.

Originally, Peter came to school happily this morning, and waited for Gwen at the school gate early in the morning. The two chatted while walking, and they were reluctant to leave when they arrived at the classroom door.

American public high schools don't care about dating at all. As long as you don't go too far, the teachers don't care.

Therefore, Peter and Gwen said goodbye hand in hand at the door of the classroom. As a result, at this time, a member of the football team in the next class came over and not only mocked Peter, but also cursed Gwen with very unpleasant words.

Peter was very angry. The football player came over and made obscene gestures to him. Peter pushed him in anger. Of course, the result was that the football player was almost embedded in the wall.

Peter could almost control that kind of powerful force, but he was angry at the time. The force he pushed the man was relatively large. The man flew out directly and broke a rib.

As a result, the other party’s parents went to the school because of campus bullying. Of course, the school had to invite Peter’s parents to come, but Peter couldn’t explain to his uncle and aunt where he got such a great power. There was no way, Peter could only leave Stark’s phone number.

Of course, the teacher called the headquarters of Stark Building. After Jarvis received the call, he specially transferred it to Stark.

Stark drove a flashy sports car to the school. How could the parents across the street not know the world's richest man? They said it was a misunderstanding. Stark was still encouraging Peter, saying that he should give that bastard a punch.

Gwen was also comforting her, saying that the bastard deserved it, but Peter was still very depressed. As a good student, he had never been invited to the school by his parents since he was a child, but Stark was still showing off everywhere. Within two days, the news that Peter invited Stark to the school because he got into trouble spread throughout the superhero circle.

Children of this age don't like others to treat them as children, but this time, Peter was ridiculed by everyone in turn, and he was very depressed.

In the cafeteria of SHIELD, Steve said, "You can actually leave me your phone number. At least I look more energetic than that jerk who stays up late and drinks all day."

Coulson next to him said, "At least in terms of age, I'm definitely old enough."

"In terms of seniority, I'm Stark's uncle."

"But..." Steve cut a piece of steak and said, "You have to learn to control your emotions. I was like this when I first accepted the transformation. Once my emotions fluctuate greatly, I will not be able to control my superhuman strength."

"So how did you improve in the end?"

"On the one hand, you have to be aware of this problem, and on the other hand, you can seek help from some professionals to learn how to stabilize Your emotions. "

"Actually, I'm not a very angry person." Peter said a little depressed, "but when it comes to certain issues, I can't help it."

Steve smiled and said, "Don't mind, I'm the same. When I was in the army, there were troublemakers who always made trouble for Peggy and called her dirty words, so I beat them all up."

"Of course, you have to control the strength when you beat people, otherwise it's easy to cause trouble, but as long as you control the strength, it's just an ordinary fight, at most you'll be put in solitary confinement."

Coulson raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Captain America to have this side, but think about it, the perfect saint image in the propaganda films and movies is impossible to appear in reality.

At night, Peter came to Schiller's psychological clinic again. He said, "Doctor, I'm afraid I have to borrow your place to do my homework. My uncle and aunt insisted on renovating my bedroom. The smell of paint has not dissipated yet. I really can't stay here."

"Come in, go and clean up that desk, Pikachu! Pikachu! Come here! Hurry up and take away your boxes of peanut butter. You have occupied my desk for more than three days..."

Peter picked up Pikachu who jumped over and said, "Have you gained some weight? Why do I feel you have gained weight?"

"Of course he has gained weight. If you eat five cans of peanut butter and two pounds of cheese a day, you will also gain weight."

Pikachu shook his tail and said, "I advise you to mind your own business, kid. I'm just a mouse, not a bodybuilder. What's wrong with being a little fat?"

Peter opened his schoolbag in front of the desk and took out his textbooks. Schiller said while cooking in the kitchen, "I heard that your teacher asked your parents to call Stark? Wasn't the teacher mad at him?"

"I can't help it. How can I explain to my uncle that I can push a 90-kilogram rugby player away?"

"Oh, by the way." Peter turned and said, "Doctor, can you teach me how to control my emotions? I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I was just too angry and didn't control my strength well..."

"Why do you do this? Why do you start thinking about controlling emotions and restraining strength?"

"I... because I don't want this strength to hurt others after I lose control one day."

"Then why did you lose control?"

"Because that person scolded Gwen, and the scolding was very ugly."

"Then Isn't it his problem? He should learn to control his emotions, not you. "

"But..."

"You are always too good at reflecting on your own problems and putting everything on yourself, but the fact is that you are too far beyond the moral standards of ordinary people, which will bring you greater pain."

"You should not only look for reasons from yourself. Have you ever thought that it may not be you who is wrong, but the world."

Peter opened his mouth and said in confusion: "I thought... I thought a psychiatrist should be..."

"That's just what you thought."

Schiller came over with a plate, and Peter smelled it. Schiller swallowed his saliva and put down the plate after smelling the aroma of scrambled eggs. He said, "Psychologists are not military instructors or school teachers. We are not responsible for telling you who is right or wrong in a certain matter. All the guidance and treatment I give you are from your perspective, that is, I put myself into your psychology and then discover your psychological problems from another perspective..."

"Okay, I know that sometimes I think too much and always worry about things that haven't happened yet."

"This is a common problem for geniuses, and Stark is the same."

"What's wrong with Mr. Stark?"

"The day before yesterday, he had a big fight with Pepper again, and went out to race cars out of anger, and was killed by Kang "Then he called me and asked me if he was the worst person in the world, so the world was against him everywhere." "What happened next?" "Of course I gave him about two hours of psychological treatment, and then he reconciled with them." Peter said doubtfully: "What treatment? So immediate?" "I scolded him, and then he thought that the scolding from others was not too serious, so of course they reconciled." Peter felt sympathy for Stark at that time. After a while, Peter finished his homework and finished his meal. He lay on the sofa in a daze, not playing games with Pikachu as usual. Schiller was writing a paper on the table on the side. Peter put his arm on his forehead and said, "Why are there so many strange things in this world? Why do troubles always come one after another? Why do people have so many troubles?"

"Because your life is getting better little by little, the better your life is, the more some trivial troubles seem to exist."

"Why don't you think about what kind of life you lived before you felt that you didn't have so many troubles? If this kind of trouble was in the past, would you care about it?"

Peter thought about it. When Uncle Ben and Aunt May had a bad physical examination, they had no money at that time, and Peter couldn't find a way out. If he had a dispute with his classmates at school at that time, this matter might be quickly forgotten by him, because he had bigger troubles to deal with.

Compared with the pressure of survival, a little quarrel is nothing. If it was in the past, he would not have so much free time to lie here and complain. I guess he would still be running errands for others to make money.

Peter said, "Sometimes I always want to grow up quickly, go to college quickly, buy a house of my own, let my uncle and aunt live in a more spacious place, find a decent job, and get engaged to Gwen. Isn't that what all adults do?"

"But sometimes, I hope this year will never pass. I can be a high school student forever, just need to listen to classes in school every day, come back to do homework, and then sleep until dawn."

Schiller just listened quietly, and the slight sound of his typing echoed in the dim room.

"Sometimes I dream of many stars weaving a web, and I dream of becoming a huge spider. Maybe being a spider is nice, right?"

"Sometimes, I dream that I lost Uncle Ben and Aunt May, Gwen is gone, and I am the only one left in the world."

"They all say that dreams reflect the essence of a person's heart. Do you think so, doctor?"

"I long for freedom, but I am afraid of losing. I want to be a hero, but I don't even know what a hero looks like..."

Peter fell asleep without waiting for an answer. The night sky outside the window was full of stars. Only the computer screen was still on in the room, and Schiller had left.

Pikachu held a pillow and stuffed it under Peter's head, then threw a blanket on it. He said to himself: "Humans have so many things to do. Among the people who come and go every day, there is no one who is not worried."

Then he looked at Peter and said: "You are lucky, kid, maybe these people are lucky, even mice are the same..."

"How can you not have worries when growing up?"