In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 96: Growing Pains (Part 2)
"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"
Schiller was standing next to the hospital bed, lying on the bed was a patient without arms, he was still in a coma, Dr. Connors adjusted the equipment, and then said: "The one that the military injected them with This medicine is not perfect, it is likely to hurt their nervous system."
He sighed and said, "I'm not sure whether I can wake up."
"Is he your former comrade in arms?"
"No, I haven't seen him on the battlefield, but he is also my comrade in arms. We all went to the battlefield with the same belief."
Stark stood silently on the other side of the hospital bed. He was very sensitive to other people's emotions, but he always felt that Connors was calm, as calm as the sea before a storm.
Stark thought, if it was him, would he unscrupulously retaliate against those who brought him such pain and anger?
Stark never thought that one day he would stand in the position of his opponents and think for them.
This kind of angle brought him a lot of shock, because he found that the so-called bad guys he once thought, if they were themselves, they would not be able to do better than them.
This is something Stark never expected. He always felt that he was omnipotent, but now he found that his arrogance may be based on the vacuum environment created by others .
During this period of time, he has personally experienced the difficulty of dealing with everything by himself without Pepper's care and Obadiah's shelter.
On the one hand, he had to learn to take care of himself with difficulty, and on the other hand, he had to work hard to deal with various forces. He had to learn even if he didn't want to learn those treacherous methods that he hated so much, and he had to use them even if he didn't want to.
Until this moment, Stark realized that maybe he had been living in the cradle before, he had lived for so many years, maybe it was only recently that he just came out of his infancy and faced the real world as a toddler.
Schiller asked: "What are you going to do? Although Robert is dead, the Tartu officers have not all disappeared. They have always believed in their theory of super soldiers. If it is leaked out, they will definitely try their best to kill them all."
"After all, once the information you have is exposed, the prestige of the entire military system will be shaken. Even if you are not a Tartu officer, you will not allow this to happen."
"I have been prepared for a long time." Connors said: "I am prepared to be a dumb person."
"What do you think I will do? Avoid the military and try to publish this information?" Connors shook his head and said, "I have known for a long time that this is useless."
"Those people always have a way to make ordinary people believe what they should believe, and erase all the things that ordinary people should not believe. Even if I have a way to convince some people that this is true, people are forgetful .”
"Just like what we have encountered before, when we went to the battlefield, everyone applauded us and called us heroes, but when we came back, the cold eyes and discrimination we suffered would not be because of the past. It's getting better with those brilliance."
"We just disappeared in this society for a short time, and they forgot us. Forgetting is a terrible thing. It can turn white into black, and it can also erase all the deep sins of the past."
"I will keep waiting, I have waited for a long time, and I am not afraid to wait longer."
"I will wait until they have no way to erase my name from history, and then expose all this."
Connors' tone was calm, but everyone could feel a kind of power from his tone, which may be the precipitation of anger, but also the condensation of revenge flames.
In the middle of the night, when Schiller was about to go to bed, he received a call from Stark. Stark said, "I'm going to make an appointment for two hours of psychotherapy."
"Do you want me to scold you again?"
"I'm serious, I will pay the consultation fee."
"Last time, you also have to pay the consultation fee."
Stark was a little speechless. He stomped his feet and said, "I'm on the roof of your house right now. If you don't come up, I'll ask Jarvis to activate emergency wake-up measures."
After a while, Schiller stood on the edge of the roof, and Stark stood with him wearing a mecha. Schiller asked: "Has anyone ever told you that whenever you stay up late at night wearing a mecha?" When he ran out, it was like writing a big line on his face - 'I am a lost dog that no one wants'?"
"I repeat, I pay for psychotherapy, not to be scolded."
"Then I'll say it again, others won't be scolded because they won't ask a psychiatrist to give them two hours of psychotherapy at two o'clock in the morning."
"I'll pay you overtime, as much as you want."
"It seems that you can only use this mecha and the fact that you have money to cover up your insecure state."
Stark fell silent.
"Every time you come to see me wearing a mecha, you seem to tell me that your current situation is difficult and you need to pay more."
"No wonder you raise your prices every time."
Stark hesitated for a moment, but he opened the mask and said, "Do you think you think I should do something? I mean... even the things about Connors, I can't understand The military plan, as a righteous hero, should I teach those inhuman demons a lesson?"
"If you want to help Connors, just say so."
"I didn't want to help him, why would I want to help that big lizard that made a mess of my building?"
"I just want justice, I think anyone who reads that plan will want to do it?"
"You can admit that these actions of Connors have brought you a lot of shock. You have never thought that a person intends to continue to wait in this darkness. If you continue to wait, you don't know if it will be A bright day to come."
"You find that his way of delivering justice seems to be different from yours. In this world, it's not about putting on an iron suit and beating up criminals with great fanfare, which is called delivering justice."
"You really can't bear it."
"Okay, I admit it..." Stark sighed slightly, closed his eyes, and said, "I can't imagine what kind of belief he is holding to keep researching and developing those potions, When he was alone in the laboratory, wouldn't he feel hopeless? Wouldn't he feel helpless?"
"When I face those pressures, even if I have a genius brain, even if I have the entire Stark Group and the most money in the world, I feel a little... It's really hard, no People accompany you, one person fights alone, you don’t know when you will be the head.”
Stark's Adam's apple moved, and he said: "It will take at least a few years from when Connors learned of this plan to when he developed the lizard serum? Has he been living like this all the time? Haven't you gone crazy living in this environment?"
Stark has experienced this kind of despair. Obadiah was unconscious and Pepper was busy trying to turn the tide. Stark spent those days and nights alone in the laboratory, and his loneliness was like pouring from the abyss. In the black tide, Stark can only rely on the anesthesia of alcohol, so as not to think about when his lonely boat will float to the shore.
But he knows that Dr. Connors has been drifting like this for several years. Compared with Stark, Dr. Connors doesn't even have a boat. I have been wandering for countless days and nights in the storm, knowing that this sea may have no shore, but I still refuse to give up.
Because Stark has experienced it, he knows how difficult that kind of loneliness is, and he realizes that no amount of wisdom can brew an antidote for this kind of suffering, and he has no sense of superiority. I despise those who are struggling with such suffering.
"I think you always claim to be Peter's elder, which is true in terms of age, but maybe not in some respects."
"What does this mean? I am his elder. I was the one who invited parents to his school two days ago."
"I mean, maybe in some respects, you also have to learn from him."
"Learn from him? That silly boy?" Star curled his lips and said, "What can I learn? Like him who beat up a stinky **** and still trembled? If I, Stark's father would definitely Let that trash know how powerful it is..."
"I said Peter because you don't want to hear another person's name."
Stark opened his mouth and said, "I'd better ask Peter, you don't have to give another suggestion, or I will deduct the money."
After finishing speaking, he closed the mask of the battle armor with a click, and then flew away directly. Schiller shook his head.
He thinks that the growth process of these superheroes is like a rich picture scroll slowly unfolding before his eyes~IndoMTL.com~ When he personally participated in this process, he discovered that these people are indeed superheroes , but they are also ordinary people, whether Peter or Stark, Spider-Man is like this, and Iron Man is like this.
Their transformation cannot be shown in one or two shots or a few lines in the comics. Their growing pains are like a mess, and they can't be sorted out and can't be explained.
Their mood ups and downs, emotional changes, every wavering, every firmness, are full of complex and bizarre thoughts, just like the subtle changes brought to them by the brains of every ordinary person, there are too many to count .
This also made Schiller understand that the touching stories, heroic sacrifices and firm beliefs he had seen in movies and comics were not born like this.
These superheroes are like a piece of steel that has been tempered for thousands of years. Schiller can see the process of their forging, the sound and tremor of each knock, and the flames of each cluster due to fierce collision , are like filling the fuel used by the soul to maintain freshness, which can bring him more stimulation than mediocre life.
Until one day, the hearts of the heroes turned into gleaming gold, and these trials and tribulations were written into legendary stories.
If people who read these stories see the glorious and great side of the heroes, then Schiller, a reader who is deeply immersed in the stories, is more willing to record the growth of these tiny and trivial heroes trouble.
Record their laughter, cursing, joys and sorrows as ordinary people, until one day, after those sung stories are forgotten, there are still traces of heroes who are not heroes in this world.
Leave the answer that greatness is born out of the ordinary, and will eventually return to the ordinary.